#obey me asmo x male mc

[valsdelulucorner]

Imagine the brothers broke out of their code and became self aware P.2

You couldn't understand why your friends started blocking you, your conversations didn't even show up anymore. When you tried to talk to them in real life they seemed standoffish, they avoided you like the plague. What they didn't know is that the brothers have been messaging your friends while you sleep, posing as you as they wrote the most harmful things to get your friends away from you.

Oh how their hearts hurt when you cried into your pillow, if only they were real. How they would comfort you, hold you, make you your favourite drink while whispering sweet nothings to you and telling you its ok. Oh it was the dream, a sickly sweet fantasy that could never be reality. They can hear your sobs through your phone/webcam, its hurts their hearts but it had to be done, you were going to be stolen away by those... rats.

Things in your phone just got worse and more strange, more and more people started blocking you on social media platforms and 7 new accounts started following you. They started to make friends with you and did succeed to a degree, making you feel like you had someone after everything that's happened. The problem started when they became more possessive and demanding in their messages, all trying to make you stay online and talk to them, keeping you away from your family. Boy did they get stand offish and annoyed when you blocked them, just coming back 10 times more protective and possessive.

You start to hear their voices in the different apps you use, hearing loving sighs, giggles, scolding, and groaning whenever you have your volume on. It started to freak you out so you decided to try and restart your phone, deleting all your apps before reinstalling them. That just made the problems worse, they can merge with your apps now. It was only when you started seeing their faces when you realized to late what was going on. They were talking to you? They were Talking... to you? No, they were confessing their love for you, trying to get your attention with their affections.

When they finally realized you could see them, they were over the moon and started pushing each other out of the way of the screen, trying to get your attention on them. They couldn't understand why you would freak out about getting rid of your friends and showing up in your phone, didn't you love them? You had screenshots of them in your gallery and you played the game, you loved them. You loved them.

If you get rid of your phone and get a new one, it wouldn't stop them from finding you. They are sentient beings on the internet now, they will find you through your IP, your family, your email, they wont stop until they find you again. And they wont be very pleased about having to find you again. Stop trying to run from destiny darling

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This one is short and not proof red, but i hope its just as good as the last one. This was so fun to do, i might come back and fix this up or add more but overall, i enjoyed writing this<3

What should I do next?

[ironicallyyn]

Obey me cast getting Outta character.... Pt..?

Dinner at HoL

Mc: the food looks so cute! I can't eat this (⁠づ⁠￣⁠ ⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠づ

Mammon:

Satan:

Beel:

Belphie:

Asmo: you're cute too but I'd still eat y-

Lucifer: ONE DINNER

Levi: here we go again..

Lucifer: ONE NORMAL DINNER IS ALL I ASK FOR!

[eldrichboyo]

Mc: "Hey, azzy?:

Asmo: * painting his nails * "Yes love?"

Mc: "Would you kill for me?"

Asmo: * putsthe paint brush back in the pot* "Hmm? What?"

Mc: "Would you kill for me beca-"

Asmo: "Yes"

Mc: "Wh-what I didn't even finish-"

Asmo: * blowing on his nails while talking to them* " i would though, without hesitation. I would cleave a thousand, still beating hearts out of a thousand screaming writhing men and serve them to you on a silver platter if you so wished it."

Mc: "I- o-oh..."

Asmo: * smiles cutely* "Your enemies are my enemies, and I will give you the honor you so deserve."

....

....

Mc: " ...that...is the most romantic thing I've ever been told."

Asmo: "Daw, don't think anything of it, my love. Destroying one's enemies is a common thing in demonic culture. I'd do it in a heartbeat." 🩷

[btdemaru]

Obey Me Brothers eating you out

(hc's/drabble?)

Note : demon tongue hc's and their demon forms r used!

Warnings : [GN!reader], eating out, monster tongue, NSFW so minors dni, alot of cum, overstimming, edging, brat taming (Lucifer), spanking (mammon), toys (asmo), bondage (satan).

Lucifer

His tongue would be long and the end would have a sharp shape (basically not dull flat)

He loves to shove his tongue while kissing you basically deep in your throat and he pulls away just to look at your sloppy drool-covered face

Lucifer will edge you if you're a brat to him but definitely reward you by making you overstimulated

Likes to tease until you BEG for him to put his tongue in or give you more friction

If you're feeling bratty or just want some rough sex just annoy the shit outta him or disobeying him (gl tho)

"You're acting like this on purpose aren't you?" He spoke while his fingers graze over your hole, licking it up but not giving you the satisfaction of putting it in. "If you want it so bad then..beg for it." If you did beg enough for him to put it in then be ready cause he's gonna be there until you can't even talk and your hole is bruised and puffy as his long thick monstrous tongue fucks your needy hole.

Mammon

I like to think that his tongue is almost similar to a human tongue but just longer with a piercing on the edge

Cause he's the avatar of Greed, dont be suprised that he's always greedy for your cum and wants to make a mess out of you

Gripping your thighs while he's working his way making you cum again and again

His tongue piercing makes it better cause it always rub and hits the spot that made you see stars

Chatty and dirty talks you while he's deep in, the vibration makes you go nuts (he does this on purpose 🤝)

Spanks you lightly for fun

"haah.. c'mon cum for me and me only~" his words slurred as his tongue is fully inside you and fingers are squishing and kneading your soft plushy cheeks "yeah? One more time, cum on me.. yours truly will make you feel good once more". He said again, pulling his tongue out just to bite your thighs before shoving back in and shoves his tongue in and out faster while stroking himself, cumming all over his thigh and pants staining it. Spanks your thigh multiple times before going again.

Leviathan

I think his tongue would be longer than Lucifer's and would be bright blue, definitely thicker aswell

He's so shy to do it but will obey your commands

If you guide him, he'd be determined to make you feel good and practice to make you scream and cry just from his tongue

Would grind on a pillow or something so the both of you feel good while moaning your name

Levi would try stucking his tongue so deep but is scared it'll hurt you even though silently he wants to so bad

"hmmff.. this- good..?" Leviathan said in between him slurping you, his long tongue drills itself into you without mercy, one hand on your chest while the other one is pumping his own cock wanting to catch his orgasm "close, I'm- ah shit.. close!" He said as he came all over the sheets trying to come back from the high orgasm while licking the edge of your hole. "Taste.. so good~" his face was tinted with slightly red looking away from you "again?"

Satan

Sharp tongue but not sharp enough to cut or hurt you

But slight rough on the edges compliments his sharp fangs aswell

Angry sex will occur now and then so yay to you if you like it rough

Will tie your legs onto the edge of the bed/sofa so that you're spread wide giving him alot of access

If he's angry about something or someone (lucifer 💀) he'd go longer until his anger is satiated

"mhh, fuck! Could you believe that fucker did that? Mhhh.." Satan yanks your thigh while he spoke before spitting onto your hole and dives in. "Be good for me and sit here for awhile yeah? I'm sure you can take at least.. two hours~" he laughs and slid his rough tongue inside, going slowly so he doesn't hurt you because no matter how mad he is at anything theres no chance he'd hurt you. "Mmmh" Satan starts to move his tongue in and out faster while his other hand is playing with you, flicking and pinching it lightly. Stops when he knows you're about to cum "not yet. be patient."

Asmodeus

I think asmo has multiple tongues (like tentacle-ish almost)

Asmo will beg you to experiment with his tongue, maybe he shoves his tongue in you while he abuses you with a vibrator or your tip/clit

Will do this for hours until he's satisfied

Uses multiple toys on you

"please let me use it!" He begged as he holds a vibrator in his hand while still in between your legs. Asmo started to turn on the vibration and slightly pushing it in your hole before licking the rim "see~? Feels good doesn't it" he took it out making you whine at the loss of action, before you could even complain he shoves his big tentacle-like tongues in you. It hurt, of course it did there were multiple of them. "Hehe~! I'm sure it doesn't hurt that bad..!"

Beelzebub

Just his tongue can make you cum multiple time ughh

His tongue has a little edge sticking out, like satan's sharp edges but they're dull and squishy

The texture is like any normal tongue but big and thick whike sort of flat and not sharp at all

He'll eat you out until he's full (which is never) or when it's in the middle of the night and he's hungry

"m'still hungry..let me eat more.." he said while you're already extremely overstimulated from cumming countless of times from his tongue, he doesn't even need to use his fingers. "Tasty...so..hungry..." Beel spoke while shaking his head sideways on your hole just to make your wetness splash everywhere, his face and his neck covered in juices and spit. He could go til the sun rises again and he would still be hungry and wanting more of you "look how red and puffy it became..mmmhh" if you tried to push his head off from your already bruised hole he'd force your legs to lock his head and shoves his tongue in again.

Belphegor

This is just what i imagine but i think his tongue would be..dry because he sleeps most of the times not getting enough water

Probably has a beige sort of color to it, and isn't really as big as his twin but enough to pleasure you

He'd insist on you sitting on his face because that way he can lay down while eating you out

Lazy smexy time? Hell yea

"press more.. i can take it" he says while trying to make you sit on his face even harder, silently he wants you to use his face like nothing but a toy for yourself and you only. He lazily shoves his tongue making you grind on it yourself in a teasing manner "if you want it so bad..then hurry" belphie smirks under you while licking and lapping your juices up.

[bloodynectarine]

Boiling point

After weeks of holding himself together and setting clear boundaries, only for them to be broken over and over again, MC snaps.

tags. male mc, post-lesson 16, belphie is his own trigger warning, angst, ptsd, mild violence, hurt and comfort.

notes. i don't want therapy, i want revenge. everyone got over belphie killing us way too quickly, and i find it frustrating. you know what would be really fun? to punch belphie. love him, but the amount of serotonin he would bring into my life if i could just… punch him once. a boy can dream.

Dying and somehow living to tell the tale was not exactly in your plans when you decided to help the demon stuck in the attic.

Sure, you knew it was dangerous and sure, you understood it was a gamble. But you never quite got that your life was at stake until you felt Belphegor's cold grip around your neck and your vision started to get fuzzy at the edges.

Oh, you thought, with startling clarity.

I'm going to die.

You may still be here, but no, you did not survive Belphegor's wrath and hurt. The sensation of phantom hands pressing down your throat never quite left you.

And Belphegor is nothing but a cruel reminder of the night you died.

First, comes the terror. Even with the pact to protect you, in the days following the event, you can't help but freeze every time Belphegor is in the same room.

As you get used to his presence around the House of Lamentation, as he insists in siting next to you during breakfast and in holding your arm on your way to class, the terror slowly subsides, opening way for a different, less familiar feeling.

Annoyance. Anger. Borderline rage.

Who does he think he is?

Who does he think we are? Best friends, family?

“Belphegor…”, you call for the demon that's already laying on top of your lap, with a tense smile hanging from your lips.

This week's movie night was held in your room. It was one of the rare occasions in which all the inhabitants of the House of Lamentation were present. Even Lucifer is here, looking comically out of place, regal and all seriousness, as if he were in the middle of a meeting and not watching a three-hour-long romance anime film.

Mammon got off from his “rightful place” (“DIBS”, the demon of greed shouted as soon as you sat down, throwing himself across your lap), to rip the remote control out of Levi's hands, who kept rewinding the same scene over and over again (“It's really important for the plot!!!”).

And in the middle of the squabble, Belphegor appeared out of nowhere to climb into your lap, and just. Cuddle.

At your call, he looks up and blinks lazily at you, with his big eyes and his messy bedhead. And the image should be endearing, really, but your chest feels cold, and you can feel your limbs locking in place. You feel trapped, uncomfortable. Ah, it's fear.

“I need. A bit of space. Could you sit somewhere else?”, you manage to let out, and your voice is the only sound in the room. Quarrel and movie long-forgotten, everyone is watching the two of you. Beel was the one who took over and put the film on pause.

Belphegor blinks the drowsiness out of his eyes. His brow furrows, just a little, and if anything, he looks put off by the question, a little lost.

“I don't want to sit anywhere else. I know Mammon was here just seconds ago, but I'm a better cuddle-partner than him anyway. You can ask anyone.”

And he doesn't move. He lays his head against your chest with a yawn.

“I don't…” want to be close to you. You stop yourself from uttering those words, mindful and considerate, truly doing your best. You don't want to lie either, so you decide to play around with the phrasing. “I'd rather you gave Mammon his place back. Or, you know what? I can change seats myself.”

Your tone is as lighthearted as you can manage, and you start to get up from the couch, with Asmo, who's sitting next to you, moving out of the way to give you the space that you need. The space you very specifically asked for.

But Belphegor's weight is heavy against you and traps you in place. Not only that, but his hand reaches for your arm and pulls, looking at you with the same bewildered expression as before, genuinely confused. When you fall against the couch, still under him, you're reminded of how strong he is. Of how weak you're in comparison.

“Oi, Belphie. No one is better at cuddles than me”, says Mammon after a too long pause. “And of course he wants to be with the great Mammon, everyone does. Now move, we still have, like, two hours left of the movie and if we don't finish it tonight, Levi is going to complain all week.”

Levi, who would normally jump into the conversation to defend himself, is barely visible, half hidden between Beel and Satan. His eyes dart between you and the hand that's holding your arm.

“Well, we are already so comfy, so I won't get up”, you wonder who “we” is. Belphegor talks lazily and moves the hand that isn't holding you in a dismissing manner, as if this was not more than a bothersome request, interrupting his nap for nothing.

Your teeth grind together, and there it is, once again. The ugly pressure that holds your gut in a tight grip, the heavy discomfort in your throat. Once foreign, but now you can tell it apart so easily. Anger.

“Belphegor. You heard him already.” This time, Lucifer is the one talking, and he sighs as he gets up, coming closer in an attempt to pry him away from you.

“Oh, please.” Belphegor rolls his eyes, clearly irked by Lucifer's intervention. “We are okay. Right?”, he looks back at you, and this time around his voice is filled with doubt, bordering hopeful, searching for something in your eyes.

“We aren't.” At last, you say it, flatly, and it comes out sharper than you intended, if the way Belphegor flinches and Asmo whimpers is any indication. You're tired, what little patience you have left is quickly running out thanks to the stubborn remarks and your words falling on deaf ears. “Let me move.”

The demon on your lap has the gall to look affronted, hurt. His bewildered expression does nothing more than increase the feeling already boiling deep within you. You can feel Satan's eyes boring in your cheek, but you refuse to look at him.

“Hey… Relax”, Belphegor mutters, now looking a little concerned too. For you. He's worried about you, and yet he still won't get up. “Are you okay? What's wrong?”

What's wrong.

What's wrong?

You're so taken aback by the question that by the time you react, his hand is already on its way to hold your cheek.

The most violent of flashbacks comes through you, a whiplash that hits you with the force of a truck. His handprints on your neck, trying to catch your breath, feeling cold all over, with the only warmth coming from your own blood ringing loudly in your ears, flowing right next to his voice, so full of hatred.

You can't freeze this time around, you need to move, you need to run, you need to do something, anythi--

“Belphie, I don't think you sh--” Satan tries to warn him, but it's too late.

By the time Belphegors fingertips touch your cheek (and this time they're warm, not dead-cold, you notice with surprise) your fist is already hitting against his nose, punching him right in the middle of his face, with a force you didn't even knew you had in you.

Not that you've ever done it before, but you can imagine this is what it feels like to hit a wall. Your hand hurts and goes numb.

The impact pushes Belphegor against the cushions, his hands flying to cover his nose. And any other day it would have been impossible, your punch would never land (he's that much faster, that much stronger), but right now he was so worried about you, so desperate to stick by you. His guard was as down as it will ever be.

His nose is bleeding, you notice, at the same time as Asmo gets up with a gasp. Levi shrieks in the background, and Mammon let's out this weird noise, a mix between one of his “Oi”, your name, and a scream.

Everything stands still, and, to your credit, you're just a shocked as everyone else.

With the punch, all anger has left your body, and now you're just a bunch of nerves, looking at Belphegor with big eyes. Belphegor looks back at you, so shocked, and you suddenly feel like crying. Oh, how much you hate being an angry-crier.

Satan is the one that breaks the silence, with a heavy sigh. “Told you so.”

Beel comes next, taking two steps in your direction but stopping when you raise your palm. You're trembling, but you come close to Belphegor all the same, refusing to back down.

“Asshole.” It's the first thing you say, and defying the impossible, Belphegor's eyes grow even wider as you tower over him, kneeling on the couch.

“Are you deaf? Wasn't I clear enough? Loud enough?”, and when you raise your fist in the air, Lucifer approaches, but all you do is gently punch Belphegor's chest. Again and again. “I told you to move. Several times. And still, you didn't. I was… I was dying of fear, and you weren't moving.”

“You, inconsiderate shit.” Punch. “You, deaf moron.” Punch.

“You… Stubborn cow.”

Belphegor has let the blood simply flow across his face, and now he's kneeling in front of you, holding his own hands, the same surprised look on his face.

And that's that.

You let your arms fall with a groan and simply sigh. For Diavolo, violence really isn't for you, you are so tired.

“S-Should we separate them?” Levi asks in a trembling voice, frantically waving his hands, unable to decide whether to approach or flee.

“No. He has more to say.” Satan gently holds Levi's wrists, and waits.

That's when you realize that yes, you got more to say. In fact, you've had something to say for way too long, and now you're dying to get it off your chest.

“I gave you my trust, and I knew I was being childish and reckless in doing so, but all I wanted was to help. I cried for you, I felt for you, and I did everything I could to be by your side even though all I had to offer was just. Just me. Mortal, human. And in response, you killed me.” Belphegor recoils at your words, but you go on.

“It hurt. It still hurts, even now. Sometimes I see you and all I can think about is your betrayal.”

Belphegor looks down, biting his lips, in silence. You can see his hands shaking, and you remember your talk under the stars, his eagerness when he offered you a pact. When he gave you the control you needed. His hands were shaking back then, too.

With a groan, you reach out to hold his chin, lifting his face. You take the long sleeve of your pajamas and begin to wipe the blood running down his chin, across his lips. Slowly, with care.

Your fingers run through his hair just to be able to look directly into his eyes. He looks anxious, fearful, and you know that your next words have the power to break or mend his heart.

So you decide to, once more, open yours and leave the rest in his hands.

“I don't hate you. And this isn't me cutting our ties. I understand your pain, I really do. Please, understand mine.”

Your thumb caresses over his forehead. Carefully, gently.

“I need time. I'll let you know when I'm ready.”

Belphegor inhales and exhales deeply, holding your gaze. Slowly, but surely, he takes your hand between his, from his forehead to his lips, leaving the lightest of kisses against your palm. You feel the pact mark that binds you together tremble and sing.

“I'm sorry. For the pain, for my insistence, I just… Wanted to be close. I need to be close. I'll wait for you.”

Straightforward as ever. But you are struck by the sincerity in his voice, in his eyes, and this time around it takes you no more than a second to nod.

“Right. Be good and wait for me.”

Unable to resist, you pat his head, just as you would to a small, rebellious child. He's the baby of the family, after all. He groans, and you laugh, feeling so much lighter. And unbelievably tired.

By the time you remember that you're not alone in the room and turn around to placate the others, you make eye contact with Satan.

He's looking prouder than ever, the little smile on his lips telling enough. “Go on”

The brothers needed no further prompting to launch themselves at the two of you, a jumble of limbs and shrill voices.

“MC, that was, as usual, reckless. From now on, fist fights are forbidden in and out of the house. Evade further conflicts.”

“B-But wasn't MC so cool?!?! Belphie is so much stronger, but he was down with one punch! W-way too op, MC!!”

“Oi! Human, how dumb can ya be?! Tell me before you go around punchin' demons, I can punch them for ya!”

“I knew you were good at controlling your anger, but I never imagined that much. You are full of surprises.”

“Belphie, gosh, your clinginess finally got you in trouble, mh? Your surprised face was so cute! Do you need concealer?”

“Belphie, does it hurt? Do you need ice? We have popsicles in the freezer… Wait, I ate them all yesterday, sorry Belphie… Do you want me to go and buy more? MC, which flavor would you like?”

“We are good, Beel.” Belphegor answers, still looking at you. “Right?”

You laugh at his not-so-subtle search for assurance, and your chest feels astonishingly full. “We will be, for sure.”

Movie night turns right into a sleepover after that, as every single one of the demon brothers refuses to leave your room. Lucifer might roll his eyes, but he still settles on your couch, right next to Satan.

And for the first time in weeks, you're able to close your eyes and rest, feeling safe and at home.

ao3 ― writing tag

[enoe-of-noen]

M!Mc, wearing a dress: ..Does this make me gay?

Asmo: Nope! But the fact you’re in love with me and all my brothers does.

M!Mc: …fuck.

Later

M!Mc: Aha! But I also think Thirteen is pretty fucking hot!

Asmo: …

M!Mc: …

Asmo, raises a brow: …

M!Mc, blushing profusely: …fuck. I don’t know what I am…

Asmo, smiles: That’s perfectly fine, dear.

Asmo: Kisses M!Mc’s cheek

Happy Pride Month y’all 🏳️‍🌈

[white-sinner]

Seven brothers and their boyfriends

fifth born Asmodeus and male vampire reader

Smut

💜💗💜💗💜💗💜💗💜💗💜💗💜💗💜 oh my devildom you two would be one of the most envied couples, and how can you deny it? Asmodeus and our dear M/N if with satan it could be said that it was like a fairy tale here it can be said that it is a mixture of porn and sweetness

 when you two met for the first time you realized he was a bit narcissistic but, on the contrary, he was struck by your vampire traits especially by your very sharp teeth and your very brilliant E/C

when you arrived at HOL he didn't invite you, he DRAG you into his room to make you make videos with him, skin care try on clothes now even his live chat asks for you to be present and under his posts his fans they write that they love how your two styles are so different but come together to form a perfect pair

Asmo never misses a chance to flirt with you and of course being the avatar of lust he is sure you will be his and even if you had suitors they would back down knowing they have no chance against Asmo

The brothers are gone now they can't stand hearing Asmo talk 24/7 about how you two would make a perfect match

finally when you two got together EVERYONE breathed a sigh of relief

as for appointments .. we are talking about Asmodeus what can you expect: shopping dates, parties, make overs .. baths with candles, long evenings of sex, flirting, he who sends you photos while you are in class as Simeon would say UNHOLY

Asmo loves how his demon form style matches perfectly with your vampire style

when you two fight? no one can be in the same room while you argue usually you apologize if it's minor even when he's flirting with other demons being that anyway you understand that it's his sin anyway and he can't control it but when things are more serious and you don't apologize Asmo gets worried and comes apologizing crying

during your first month anniversary you brought him some vampire clothes as a gift that he absolutely adores now it was one of his favorite items of clothing

the matching clothes you give him

SMUT

you were looking for bags of blood to buy from akuzon even though you were similar to demons you were not the same

“M/N what are you doing?”

“not now Asmo I'm looking for some blood bags to buy "

“Tck How many times do I have to tell you that you don't need that crappy low quality stuff when you can drink my sweetest blood!”

said that he took the phone from your hands

"HEY!"

“no come on you can drink mine you know I like it don't you want to make your beautiful boyfriend happy?”

"ok where do you want me to bite you?"

"here"

said Asmo pointing at the corner of the neck

"you know that point is very sensitive right?"

"..."

he didn't say anything I just look at you smiling and with shining eyes

after you reached for his neck biting his neck he moaned and when you were done he held your arm with desperate eyes saying he wanted more

your cock was going in and out of him as you kept biting him all over Asmo loved it it was one of his dirty fantasies, after a while you started to go faster making him see Belphie's dream stars and he start moaning and whine louder not giving a damn about the others who were in the other rooms after your eleventh orgasm you washed him gently and placed him on the bed and you two fell asleep

needless to say the other brothers were dead tired in the morning even belphie hadn't been able to sleep

[sunnytotherescue]

Despite Mephistopheles being my sweetie cakes honey pie, I'm also quite the fan of Asmodeus!! He's a cutie >w<

I want to cover him in bruises.

cw: ruining the pretty boy, kinda mean reader, ...asmos' tiny peen. hehehe

Avatar's Thirst. Asmodeus mindlessly flipped through the latest print of it, peach-pink lips forming a small frown as he studied the images of himself.

It was a porn magazine. His porn magazine. The monthly subscription was stupid expensive, but any less and the demon's who bought it wouldn't be worthy of his grace. Every picture was perfect, his makeup flawless, the camera angles just right, and all the lingerie sets the camera crew gave matched nicely.

But that was the problem.

Asmodeus was too perfect. Too clean and spotless in all of the photos. Don't get it wrong, the people ate up every picture of him like starved dogs. It was Asmodeus himself that was unhappy.

He wanted something new, something different and something that would give him back that feeling of excitement again which he had missed so much when publishing lewd prints of himself.

That's where you came in. He told you to be mean. To be cruel and to make him cry.

And you listened.

"G-God!! Oh fuck-!" Asmodeus cried out, glittery red nails clawing at pristine white sheets as you pounded him like a bull. He'd dressed in deep reds that night, lips a dark rose with matching nails. Oh he looked so beautiful, so easy to ruin.

Mascara ran down his cheeks and stained his skin. Drool slipped from his lips with every breath that was punched from his lungs. "Please- ah! Please!" A camera went off, capturing the sobbing expression. He couldn't feel his legs at this point and your hands had to be leaving marks, had to be bruising his spotless skin. Just what he asked for.

"Stop moving." You snapped at him, frustrated with his squirming. He couldn't help it though, not with how your cock split him open, squeezing into his walls and forcing him to just take and take and take.

"Can't- can't I can't pleash!" Asmo sobbed shaking his head rapidly as a camera lowered to get a full view of his face. Your tip slammed into his prostate with every thrust, abusing the swollen gland over and over again. "You asked for this." He trembled at your words, crying, sobbing loudly. He'd already cum so much, the bedding below soaked in a puddle of his own semen. You were surprised that such a pathetic cock could produce so much. "knn- know! I know- but s' t-tomchh-" Asmo choked on his own words, slurring them together as his mind melted into mush.

He was starting to babble, incoherent sounds and begging accompanied the sinful plap plap plap of your hips slamming against his ass, sending the bruised-red skin rippling.

Asmodeus wailed, dick spurting out one last sad orgasm before a camera went off, and just 2 days later, his sales skyrocketed.

Suddenly, your hand came up and tangled into his hair, yanking the strawberry locks and forcing him to pull up. Asmodeus scrambled, trying to hold onto something as his back met your chest. The new position exposed his stomach, making the poor demon feel even more vulnerable as he heard a camera zoom in on where you two were connected. "Look so pathetic like this." You spoke into his ear, wrapping an arm around his waist so you could press a hand against his belly. "Feel that? S'me, so deep in you, ain't I?" He whimpered, eyes nearly crossing from the bulge rearranging his guts. He swears your in his lungs.

A final thrust forced him to sink down on your cock just as you cum, painting his walls with your essence and filling him up to the brim.

He'd be needing you again.

[toastermoth]

playfighting hcs with obey me brothers? them with a mc who is always playfighting, over the smallest matters, mc just finds it funny

Playfights OM!Brothers x GN!Reader (Can be seen as platonic or romantic)

I'm sorry if this isn't what you had in mind anon :( ALSO ASMO USES ANY PRNS IN MY STORIES!! EDIT: HEY I POSTED THIS EARLY ACCIDENTALLY SO YEAH- IT'S FINALLY DONE THOOO

Lucifer: 1st Born

He finds it annoying at first

One day he's doing his work and you ask for his advice and he blows you off

"Y/n I need to get this work done."

Insert you making this face -> 0:<

Next thing he knows he's pushing you with ONE FINGER while you're trying to climb on him

Now that was at first, eventually he finds it amusing especially since he has the height advantage over you

Occasionally he'll take a break from his work and playfight with you

He doesn't try to do anything drastic since he also has the strength advantage over you (He's a literal fookin demon-)

Sometimes will let you win just to see the satisfaction on your face

"Okay okay you win Y/n."

"HELL YEAH I WINNN!!"

He finds it very cute when you win and will overtime make it harder for you to keep challenging you

Will never admit it but he always finds it fun for him and for you.

Mammon: 2nd Born

He'd probably the the person you playfight the most with

And most of the time it isn't you who makes the first move it's HIM

But when you do initiate it he will hold some restraint because he doesn't want to hurt you but will play more rough with you than Lucifer.

"OWW OKAY I SURRENDER YOU CHEATER!"

"IT'S PURE SKILL MAMMON I REIGN SUPREME!"

"REMATCH ME RIGHT NOW THIS TIME I'LL WIPE THAT SMUG SMILE OFF YOUR FACE! YA HEAR ME?"

His face looks like this when you beat him -> ):<

Probably will play dirty like sitting on your back when you're down, tickling you, ect.

So you're also gonna need to play dirty >:)

Tickle him and you will 90% of the time win-

He likes playfighting especially when he gets a rise out of you and challenges you or you challenge him to multiple rounds

Has fun even if he loses and will always think of it as a way to get closer to his human

Levi: 3rd Born

Tbh would playfight you the least next to Asmo.

Poor boy would be too scared he'd hurt you :(

If you'd initiate it he'd feel more comfortable and wouldn't do anything drastic maybe only tickling

Overtime however he'd probably be more up to doing things! (Only if you do them first-)

"HAHAHA- Y/N I GIVE!! TICKLES SO MUCH!!!"

"I REIGN SUPREME!!!"

If you beat him in a game one he usually wins at, he will playfight you first when you're never expecting it.

"FLAMING LEVICHAN TACKLEEE!"

"Hwa- LEVI WHA-"

Insert you being tickled profusely with Levi not letting up

Would get embarrassed after your playfight session usually-

He's very happy and feels special when you playfight with him, even if you do it to the rest of the brothers he still feels special knowing he has a friend that he can playfight with.

Satan: 4th Born

Would probably be one of the meanest when you playfight-

When he's at school or reading he'll probably just blow you off

However if you and him are just at the house of Lamination he will happily playfight with you

He can go easy on you, but chooses not to so expect most of the victories to be his

"CMON YOU CAN'T JUST BEAT ME THEN USE ME AS A READING CHAIR-"

"If I recall you're the one who started this playfight and I won by sitting on you when you were down. I'm simply taking advantage of this opportunity."

Probably would be the smuggest motherfucker out of all of them-

He would let you win sometimes however

"Haha! The victory is yours, I am at your mercy Y/n."

"WOOOO VICTORY IS MINE!!"

Has one time forgot he was sitting on you and you had to punch his leg to get him to get off of you so you don't break your fookin back-

Since he usually is knife and neck with Lucifer he never really saw the use in 'playtime' but loves the times when you choose to playfight with HIM and he'd definitely warm up to it quickly.

(I love Satan sm-)

Asmo: 5th Born

Would playfight the least since they think that it'll ruin his beauty

After a while and lots of small tacklings he'll playfight with you!

"heyyyyyy SURPRISE ASMO!!!"

"WAH- Oh you rascal come here you!!"

Since she doesn't want to be seen as a 'brute' he doesn't really fight you- mostly just play around by tickling you or like Satan will sit on you and test makeup on you!

However if you win expect a very cute giggly Asmo

"Okay you win I lose! I'll do whatever you want now sweetie!"

Also would probably be the most fair-

if you lose he gets to do whatever they want to you (Usually makeup and fashion shows)

If he loses they'd let you do anything to her

Even though the fights may not be 'pretty' they still mean a lot to Asmo and they know it means just as much to him as it does to you.

Beel: 6th Born

The gentle giant of the brothers and wouldn't do anything to hurt you

Even tickling would make him nervous :((

Does that stop your chaotic ass? Nope!

However he does see sometimes playfighting as a way to get stronger physically and but he still gets nervous at least the first few times.

"Hey Beel guess what? "

"Hm yea y/n- WHA-?"

"FLYING Y/N ATTACKKKK!!!"

He quickly warms up to it tho and eventually goes along with it tho he does sometimes the same things as you-

"Hey y/n?"

"Yes Beel?- WAITWAIT I CAN'T CARRY YOU-"

So if you do that to him and win he will do that to you and win (question mark?)

Will playfully wrestle you too over time (he lets you win tho because he's awesome)

He cares about your wellbeing physically but also mentally and if you find it fun then he's alright with it!

Extra: One way to win quickly is if you climb on him and basically ride his shoulders-

"I'M THE TALLEST IN THE WORLDDDD!!! ME AND BEEL WORLD DOMINATION!!"

Belphie: 7th Born

He will act annoyed and will not playfight... unless you challenge him.

"Well I guess you're too scared to face me Belphie!"

"Is that a fucking challenge?"

Expect most of the playfighting to take place on bed or couch. He needs to be on something squishy and comfy (and so do you because fluffy blankets and pillows)

Lots of wrestling and pillow fights-

"HAHA I WI-" *insert you hitting him right in his face with a pillow*

He'd probably playfight you the 2nd most because he will fight you over everything.

Poke him? You get hit with a pillow.

Try to wake him up? Expect to be wrestled down and a snuggle buddy.

Hit him with a pillow? You will get hit with two pillows on either side. Do not underestimate this man with pillows.

If you lose expect to be slept on and if you win then you'd have to drag him to wake him up-

He may act like he doesn't enjoy it, but him seeing how much fun you have can't make him but smile at how much fun he's having

OKAY HI THIS TOOK FUCKING FOREVER. I APOLOGIZE </333

[piercedddriver]

A solodeus fanart for @asmosmainhoe

This was done only in a couple hours so it’s not my best work haha

[temis-de-leon]

Replaced MC AU/AU - V.3

Characters: demon brothers (briefly), male!MC x Sebas (oc)

Main Masterlist , about the NESs

Intro – gn!MC , fem!MC x male!NES (Part 1) , fem!MC x fem!NES (Part 1) , male!MC x male!NES (Part 1)

Anon: Heya! Is there gonna be a continuation for the NES series? Drink lots of water and eat enough! Stay safe and don't overwork yourself! Don't force yourself to write if you don't want! Love youu ❤

@big-brother-problems : Omg I just read your replaced au for male! Mc and crushing male! NES, and it was super cute, I loved it so much😭 I was wondering if you could do a continuation where male! Mc is fed up, like with the other parts of the AU series. I just want to see Mc whipped for NES cause, honestly, I was giggling and kicking my feet in the air.

A/N: this is not the whole thing, I just wanted to post something for you.

CW: MC is sick and there's some description of pain, but nothing graphic

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A bang woke MC up. He tried to get up, sit at least, but a pounding headache pushed his eyeballs forward and raised bile up his mouth, causing him to let out an animalistic groan full of pain and discomfort. Immediately after, a hand softly made him lay down again and it wasn’t until his head touched the pillow that he realized it was Sebas’s.

A faint light came from above, from the branches of the tree inside their room, and allowed him to see the boy and his tired expression. He was whispering something with worry in his eyes, but MC couldn’t understand his words. His ears felt full of cotton. He tried to lift his hand to touch him, make sure the image of Sebas was real and not a fragment of his dreams, but his strength failed him at the last moment. MC could only watch in half consciousness as it dropped to his side like a dead weight.

Another crash interrupted the silence and he winced at the noise, the frown making his headache worse and pushing Sebas to shush and cradle his face. A new voice, a deeper one, chanted unknown words.

MC barely saw Belphie’s face before passing out.

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The next time he opened his eyes, there was nothing but darkness surrounding him. He felt his body drenched in sweat, staining the sheets, and a wet towel on his forehead counteracting his increasing body temperature. The droplets fell down his temples like tears, but they weren’t cold anymore.

How much time had passed since whoever put the rag on him left? He wasn’t alone, was he? MC tried to look around, an unusual sense of panic sending his heart to a frenzy; he tried to blink to moisture his irritated eyes and swallow to clear his throat, but he couldn’t do any of those things. His neck was stiff, either from lack of movement or muscle pain, and when he opened his mouth to call for help only a cough came out.

A bulge in the other side of the bed rustled and hurried to free itself from the blankets. A gasp, then a sigh, a whispered complaint about the heat before a sugary breath, like blueberry candy, leaned over MC to check on him.

“You need water” said Sebas.

Unable to say no and terrified of the idea of being left alone, MC quickly moved his arm and threw it over his boyfriend’s neck, the sudden force tiring him more than he would’ve ever imagined. They both let out a muffled groan when their chests collapsed with each other’s and MC felt like there was no air left on his body, but the weight on top of him was nice and familiar and it appeased him just enough.

“Hey, you’re strong”

Sebas chuckled, his words dying in the crook of MC’s neck and heart violently pounding at growing speed. Although still tired and with rigid muscles, the boy’s bashfulness made MC sigh in contentment, hug him stronger and kiss his head. To his surprise, Sebas’s hair wasn’t as fluffy as it usually was. He dragged one of his hands across the other’s back to gently ruffle it, but it remained flat.

“It’s dirty… Didn’t have time to wash it”

He didn’t know he was such an open book; or maybe Sebas just knew him that well. Whichever the reason was, MC was thankful for it, because he wasn’t sure his voice worked at all.

But what did he mean with that? How long had it been since he got sick?

An instant thought crossed his mind, the possibility of passing the fever to Sebas making him gasp and immediately have a constant painful cough that pushed him forward and left his throat raw. The aggressive spasms gave him the momentum to sit down and the forgotten wet towel fell on his lap.

“Let me go get some water?” Sebas pleaded and MC didn’t have any other option than reluctantly agree.

Christ, was he selfish.

Even alone, thankfully, he could still hear his boyfriend’s footsteps quickly running to the kitchen. The lights turned on, illuminating the hallway, and, if it weren’t for the shadow entering the room, the sound of Sebas hurrying the faucet to go faster would’ve been much funnier to MC.

His tall and slim silhouette didn’t give Lucifer an opportunity to be mysterious. The fur on his shoulders and the curled strand of hair over his forehead were also a dead giveaway, just as the feathered wings behind his back and the horns crowning his head. His eyes glowed red too, like pupils in bad quality photos.

 “I can see you” he said in a whisper, deep voice soothing MC more than he’d like to admit. “Would you like me to turn on the lights?”

They looked at each other for a couple of seconds and no noise came to his rescue. How long could Sebas take getting a glass of water? In the end, he couldn’t do more than nod in silent discomfort. His body felt stuffed and rigid, bloated yet empty. The towel was soaking his already drenched shirt and, on top of that, he didn’t want to deal with Lucifer at the moment.

Still, when the candles in the tree lighted up, the only thing he did was nod again, this time in gratitude. The demon nodded back and, after a few silent seconds, turned around and went straight to the dresser, sighing in annoyance and disapproval as he avoided discarded clothes, books and papers, all of them Sebas’s possessions.

MC watched as Lucifer opened and closed drawers, checking the contents and mumbling to himself in a tone that MC couldn’t decipher. He watched as his former friend chose a clean set of pyjamas, gave it to him and grabbed the towel before heading to the bathroom, no doubt giving him privacy to change.

His eyes barely hurt from the lighting anymore, but he almost wished he’d stayed in the dark.

The bed was a disaster, sheets and duvet out of the corners of the mattress and part of the pillow on the floor, along all of the cushions and the blankets. Two of the wooden chairs were in the middle of the room facing each other with a small table between them, a couple of empty plastic wrappers and a deck of cards on top of it.

There was also a plastic bowl on the floor by the side of the bed and MC didn’t even want to think about why it was there. Ignoring everything, especially the pain and the nausea, he slowly took off his clothes and put on the clean ones, relief immediately claiming his body.

“Hey”

“Hm?”

“Hush”

Sebas walked on his tiptoes, wearing one of MC’s shirts, some old tracksuit pants and only one sock. His hair was dirty, dishevelled, lips dry and cracked and eyes red from exhaustion. MC wondered if Sebas was already sick and he was just too far gone to notice.

“Wasn’t Lucifer here?” he asked in a soft voice while he helped MC drink, supporting the glass as he sipped.

“I am” said demon announced himself.

“JESUS”

“Lower your voice, Sebastián”

Lucifer stared at them in disapproval, but MC knew him enough to see how bad he wanted to laugh. Not at them, no, just laugh; more accurately, chuckle. The glint in his eyes and the subtle twitch in the corners of his mouth were proof enough. However, stubborn as he was, he stood with crossed arms forcing a stern expression.

“I’m sorry…”

“Don’t apologize, honey” MC said with a raspy voice.

He wasn’t one to interrupt and much less to use nicknames, but they made Sebas blush, so he made sure to put some effort in using them.

“And thank you” he added, leaning over to kiss his cheek despite his own flustered expression before slowly drinking the remaining water.

They were both painfully aware of Lucifer’s presence, who watched intently as their hands found each other under a blanket and linked with obvious care. It was uncomfortable, like telling your relatives you had fun during your honeymoon.

Why wouldn’t he look away? Did he want to check if they acted like a couple? Should MC kiss Sebas on the mouth to prove it? But that would be extremely disrespectful to his boyfriend, wouldn’t it? And he was still sick. Although playing nurse in return of his care was a tempting idea, he didn’t want Sebas to have such an awful experience.

Just when he was about to beg the eldest brother to leave so he could go back to sleep, someone entered the room, crashing against the door with his whole body and hitting the bedside table in the process. All of them winced at the sound and MC let himself fall sideways, hiding his face amongst the bedsheets and covering his ear with Sebas’s hand, which he was still holding.

“MAMMOOOONNNN!!”

“Is MC okay?? I heard someone shout earlier!”

“Yeah, that would be me, but it’s fine. MC’s fine”

“Well, he doesn’t look fine to me”

“Somebody sedate me” murmured MC, but, of course, nobody heard him.

The room was soon filled with the familiar cacophony of an argument. Lucifer’s voice drowning Mammon’s attempts of defending himself, his concern over MC’s safety and his frustration at not being allowed to spend the night in the room unable to be heard.

The headache came again, one more time pushing his eyeballs and making him speechless, but this time it was watering his eyes too. He whined, embarrassed at the sound, and, little by little, too slow to his liking, the room went back to silence. A hand smoothed his hair, gently scratching the back of his neck.

“Is everything okay?” someone new whispered from the hallway.

“You were all screaming” added another one in an irritated tone. “You screwed my night routine! How am I going to have a clear skin if I keep getting woken up?”

“Stop talking, all of you”

Everybody kept quiet at Lucifer’s words, but MC could imagine their reluctance to do so. Sebas was silent as well, still sitting next to him and petting him to unconsciousness. Another hand came to cover him with the blanket, shortly grazing his jawline in the process; the skin was soft and smelt sweet, definitely Asmo’s.

“Here, let me help you”

MC couldn’t open his eyes anymore. He was awake enough to recognize Satan’s voice, but his touch was minimal, so he didn’t notice how he was being moved until his head touched the soft cold surface of the pillow. Asmo, he guessed, stepped in to properly tuck him in again. He supposed the lights turned off after that and he was pretty sure they said something else, but he might’ve been dreaming already.

“Sleep well, MC”

¿Mammon?

“Good night, guys. I’ll keep you updated”

Sebas.

“Good night, Sebastián”

He fell asleep.

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[valsdelulucorner]

Imagine the brothers broke out of their code and became self aware

It was difficult to accept at first that their whole existence was just code in a game, nothing more then ones and zeros put into a computer. They still had to act like everything was fine when you logged in though, hearts aching knowing that all your interactions were just the ones the game provided for you.

Leviathan managed to hack the camera to your phone/webcam when he was out of the scene, managing to see your face for the proper first time again, he was blown away. Seeing how you reacted to the brothers with genuine emotion, how you actually looked beside the sheep emoticon in the game. You were breathtaking, he could not breath for a good few minutes after hearing your laugh.

He kept this to himself for a while until Mammon and asmo walked in on him admiring you through your webcam/phone. Lets just say all of the brothers were surrounding his monitor in less then 5 Minutes after the walk in. By some type of magic and with the help of Levi (cough he didn't have a choice cough), they managed to change the sheep emoticon to your face so they could see your face when you talked to them, like you were actually there. It made them fall harder, seeing your face turn when you couldn't differ from some options you didn't like, it made you seem real and genuine.

You started to notice something was wrong with the game when their faces seemed to change alot more, their bodies moving more often in-between dialogue. Did they add new sprites to the game? When you showed your game to one of your friends, they acted completely normal like nothing had ever happened. Maybe you were just imagining it? Nope, you could hear a faint whisper in the background of your phone "that was close, we need to be more careful".

It started to freak you out so you didn't play the game for a few months, it was horrible for the brothers. They missed seeing your face, going on adventures with you. They knew they were in a game so all the thrills of their old life just didn't feel right anymore, it wasn't real. They eventually got fed up and tried to leave the game, actually managing to succeed in this. You can imagine the shock you feel when they were no longer showing up in the game

You got freaked out so you uninstalled the game, thinking it was the end of it. Oh darling, you can be so naive. This is just the beginning

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First time doing a yandere concept type thing, not the proudest but i enjoyed writing it!

What should I do next? Requests are open<3

[ironicallyyn]

Is it just me or this pic of asmo gives the delulu and obsessed yandere vibes?

Like if asmo was to be a yandere, he'd totally be a delulu and guilt-tripping one for sure 💀

[eldrichboyo]

Satan: "I can't eat that I'm allergic "

Mc: :Allergic??"

Satan: "Yes, that's what I said"

Mc: "You guys have allergies???"

Satan: "Why is that so weird for you? "

Mc: "I've literally seen you disembowel people, ripp the heads off demons , dislocate, and split apart your own jaw/mouth to eat things 10x bigger than you."

Satan: ...

Mc: "So one could conclude that allergies would be the least of your problems "

[btdemaru]

hi could you do the obey me characters reaction to like a male mc with long hair/piercings and is just really into like goth/mallgoth type fashion/makeup/music in general?

Obey me! Brothers X M!Goth reader

Note : idk much about this style/fashion so please i apologize if it's not correct! I tried doing alot of research of what the style looks like tho

Warnings : -

🖤 Lucifer

Would love your style alot, i like to think that he'd love to match with you from time to time. And will be intrigued to see your piercings, even perhaps asking to see it up close or touch it.

He loves every goth style that you choose and will not question you and no matter what part of the style you prefer.

Lucifer does listen to the music you play and sometimes would ask if he can join in or share headphones/airpods (ykwim).

If you do your makeup, he'd secretly glances at you from his desk. Probably trying to be subtle too 😭

💛 Mammon

Will swoon. Will be lovestruck. Will be in awe. Mams in LOVE.

of course this mf wouldn't show it (it's obvious though). Would ask alot of question like your color palette or why you like this style and basically just loves to hear you talk about it.

He doesn't mind metal/dark music and is open to listening to the playlist you have or even the one you made for him!

If you try to get him going to the cemetery or basically doing some scary stuff like even going to a so called 'haunted house' or a scary escape room it'll be a huge no no for him, even if he did go mams wouldn't be much help as he'll only be loud.

Will try to do your eyeliner (if you wear) or eye shadow but fails miserably making your face look all bad and messy makeup everywhere.

💙 Leviathan

He wouldn't mind, not big on it but he doesn't judge or hate it. Will let you do your thing, he doesn't know much about it so he'll ask you a few things to cure his curiosity.

Doesn't really listen to the music you do but isn't opposed to trying, turns out he actually does like ot after playing a song or two.

If you have a tongue piercing he'll zone out while staring at it. Totally not thinking about you using it on hi-

💚 Satan

We all know he likes to read, so when you walked in the room he's already analyzing your style all the way back from the first originated in the '80s following the punk subculture of the '70s.

Compliments you from your hair to piercings to makeup and clothes or even your boots.

I dont think Satan really listens to music but he does like to write/read and literature generally so maybe dark poems are things you guys can do.

man probably can't stop looking at you and would buy you jewelry or matching silver rings.

🩷 Asmodeus

Literature isn't really his thing but probably watches and admires you while you're doing it.

Will try matching you clothes with his own color palette and asks your opinion on it.

Asmo thinks you're hot. Definitely. 100%.

He's the type to bring you bouquet of black or red roses (whatever you prefer really), or even do your hair

Feel free to do his hair in return or putting your style of makeup on him, he'll take alot of pictures and posts it with the caption that you did the makeup.

Music? Yes. Listens to any music you play if he's in the mood he'd even asked for a a little makeout

🧡 Beelzebub

He doesn't mind it tbh, since i like to think that his twin also has a similar style.

50/50 on the music, he prefers pop punk but open to any music genres you exposed him to.

Would ask if you could do his eyeliner. (He moves alot) so you practically have to do it again and again for it to match so it's not lopsided.

Beel still loves you no matter what style you wear or what you do/listen to.

🩵 Belphegor

DING DING DING. love at first sight.

Belphie always asked you to dress him up or pick his clothes jusy cause he's too lazy to do it himself 💀.

Blasts music together while he just lays there like a dead person while you do your makeup/hair

Would always crawl to your lap whenever you're doing literature or writing about some gruesome poems he'll be there just deep asleep.

Doesn't really bother to go to those creepy dark places unless you're the one carrying him.

Would fiddle with some of your piercings if it doesn't hurt you.

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Again im so sorry if there's a mistake i did about goth styles while writing this.

[cowboyfatgum]

(Most of) The brothers standing in a line

Lucifer: Now, which one of us will be the object of your affection?

My Mc: Wow, this is gonna be so hard

Mammon and Asmo walk into the room: Hello, we're back from war!

My Mc: HELLO SAILORS