#stan obey me mc

[kshvr]

I really like how obey me made their mc. They're not your typical otome mc that is automatically a girl. They made their mc gender neutral so everyone could be them. Also, i like mc's personality, they're not the basic type of otome mc that is always naive, innocent and fragile. Obey me mc is literally dealing with demons, angels and immortal creatures yet they can still handle themselves, belphie literally killed them but they came back to life like nothing happened, they got chased by cerberus but still managed to survive, they got into a lot of trouble and yet they're still alive. Basically, obey me mc is an immortal girlboss/manboss no wonder the obey me brothers, angels and immortal creatures there are so down bad for them.

[dustfluff]

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[devildom-moss]

Biting their necks (Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon, Thirteen, Mephistopheles)

What would happen if you bit their necks with no warning?

(Barbatos x gn!MC) (Simeon x gn!MC) (Solomon x gn!MC) (Thirteen x gn!MC) (Mephistopheles x gn!MC)

(suggestive)

Word Count: +2,800 (Simeon got +800. Oops)

Barbatos

Baking sessions – or lessons, depending on your skill level – were a good excuse to monopolize a bit of Barbatos’s time. It was just the two of you in the kitchen. He was at the stove, keeping a close eye on the caramel, occasionally brushing the side of the pot with water to prevent scorching. You neglected your station to get behind him and wrap your arms around his waist.

Barbatos chuckled. “Did you finish cutting out the dough?”

“I got distracted by how cute you look when you’re in the kitchen. I know I can’t steal you away from Diavolo forever, so just let me have this,” you spoke softly against his shoulder.

“I’m cute? You are the only one I’d let say that.”

“You’re so cute – adorable, even.”

You inched closer to him, and without warning, you bit his neck – just above his collar. Knowing that Barbatos may get upset if you marked him, your teeth barely grazed his skin, but the sensation of your hot breath was enough to make him shiver slightly in your arms. It was a shame how much skin he had covered; there were only so many places you could tease him directly.

“Do you find me so irresistible that you intend to gobble me up?” he asked playfully. His face took on a light shade of pink, yet he still had the sense to stir the cream and butter into the caramel, creating a beautiful silky consistency. You watched him work for a minute.

“If I said yes?”

“I would welcome it – that is, I want it just as much as you do.” You felt his tail wrap around your ankle teasingly. “But I beg that you wait until after we’ve finished baking.”

“Oh, you’re no fun,” you cooed into his ear, “but how could I possibly deny your begging?”

“I’ll make it worth the wait. You have my word.” He lifted the pot off the burner, and you took that as your cue to let him go. He turned around, expecting to need to coax you into finishing cutting out the cookies. Slightly surprised, he questioned you: “oh, you did finish cutting out the dough, then? I thought you said you got distracted.”

“I wouldn’t disappoint my favorite man.” However, telling him that you had finished your task and just wanted to hold him didn’t sound as sweet as telling him he was distractingly cute. “You know, that look of surprise on your face is cute, too.”

Before he could respond, the oven dinged, signaling that it had finished preheating. Barbatos poured the caramel into a bowl to cool while you placed the sheet of cookies in the oven. He cleared his throat. “I suppose if you would like, I could indulge you for a few minutes now – just while the cookies bake.”

“So generous.” You pulled him into you, hands quick to unbutton his shirt.

Simeon

If one more demon brother bothered you today, you were going to set something – or someone – on fire. Luckily, Simeon was happy to host you for the afternoon; he didn’t even scold you about making threats of arson.

In the quiet peace that Simeon’s room held, your reading was interrupted by Simeon stretching at his desk – by no fault of his own, really. The lines of his body were so pretty. Maybe you still had some aggression in you that fed your urge to sneak up on him as he continued to write.

Simeon had barely acknowledged your proximity when you leaned down and bit him just above his collar. You heard a sharp inhale leave him, but the way he craned his neck away from you, giving you better access, indicated that he didn’t have any protests. He stopped writing, and you heard his pen drop on the desk. You took the opportunity to kiss down his shoulder and leave a mark there, too. Finally, you were able to pull a soft moan from his lips – stifled as it was.

“H-hey.” His voice was more complaisant than objecting. “Is this supposed to be my reward for letting you hide out in my room?”

“No. You were just too pretty to resist.” You kissed the bite mark on his shoulder, then the one on his neck, before you whispered in his ear, “would you like a proper reward?”

Simeon mulled the words over. “Perhaps.”

You left Purgatory Hall a few hours later, sneaking out without anyone noticing. Simeon returned to writing shortly after. He stayed preoccupied until Luke called him in for dinner.

When Simeon joined Luke and Solomon at the table, he had forgotten all about his bite marks. Luke stared at him, horrified. “Simeon! What happened to you?”

The realization hit Simeon like a cement block. Internally, he freaked out, grasping for anything while Solomon sat there, amused, and refusing any assistance. What Simeon landed on was a disgrace to him as an author: he accidentally turned you into a vampire with a spell while studying. You were so thirsty, and he didn’t know how to reverse the spell right away, so he let you drink some of his blood.

With his clumsy lie settled, Simeon quickly sent you a text to warn you about his story, begging you to go along with it.

MC: Wow. Why’d you have to do me dirty like that? Simeon: Do you want to explain to Luke why you really gave me a hickey? MC: Two. But no. Good luck!

Immediately after, you got a text from Luke, asking how you could bite poor Simeon. You apologized. Luckily, Luke forgave you; it was an accident, after all, but he asked you to be more careful next time. You were definitely going to be more careful.

“Mind telling me what spell you used there, Simeon?” Solomon asked, holding back a snicker. “Maybe I should try it out.”

“Solomon, no!” Luke protested. “You can’t just turn MC into a vampire.”

“Calm down, Luke. I always get consent first.”

“That doesn’t matter!”

“It matters quite a lot,” Solomon smirked. Simeon had enough and kicked Solomon under the table with a look on his face that a parent might give an older sibling who can’t hold their tongue.

When Raphael walked into the dining room, Simeon hoped he would be spared from his torment. He wasn’t.

“Where’d you get a hickey from, Simeon?” Raphael asked nonchalantly.

“MC bit him,” Luke explained on Simeon’s behalf as Simeon seemed reluctant to speak.

“Oh, they got to you too?”

“What?” The word fell from the other three in varying degrees of shock.

Raphael shrugged. “What?”

The texts came rolling in again.

Luke: Why did you drink from both Simeon and Raphael?

Shit. You had to think fast.

MC: I didn’t want to take too much blood from either one, so I tried to take a small amount from both of them. I’m so, so sorry. Luke: Oh. I guess that was nice of you. But please don’t do any more vampire spells, okay?

Solomon also sent you a text: Want to suck my blood too, MC? 🖤

Before you could think of an appropriate response to Solomon’s flirting, a new message from Simeon popped up. This was more urgent than Solomon’s shamelessness.

Simeon: “I’m sorry. Next time, I’ll remember to cover up – unless you wish to bite me somewhere less conspicuous, that is. Still, somehow, I’m glad you were the one who bit me this time. I can’t imagine how furious Luke would be at me if I was the one to bite you. He’s quite overprotective, isn’t he? However, I think I owe you. A mark for a mark. Perhaps I should throw in an extra one on Raphael’s behalf. Doesn’t that sound fair?”

You were in for it now.

Solomon

Mammon had told you that Asmo gave Solomon a hickey earlier that day. You didn’t know where Mammon was getting his information, but that did sound like something Asmo would do. Still, it made you a little jealous – not because Asmo had done that, but because you wanted to give Solomon a hickey too.

It was fortunate, then, that you had a study session with Solomon planned today. It was less fortunate for your grades and magical abilities that the only thing you had been studying since you showed up in Solomon’s room was his neck. That damn turtleneck wasn’t revealing anything.

Solomon noticed you had been watching him more intensely than usual. It was flattering, but you weren’t making any moves on him, and he was feeling impatient. “Is there something wrong? You keep staring at me.”

“Could you sit down for a minute?” you asked him.

Finally, he thought optimistically. Solomon took a seat on his couch. You walked over to him and hooked a finger under his collar, slowly pulling it down. Nothing. You checked the other side. Still nothing. Heat rose in Solomon’s cheeks.

“MC, what are you doing?”

“Quiet,” you hushed him and checked the other side of his neck again, pulling his collar down a bit lower than before. Where was it? It was a weird thing for Mammon to lie about, but perhaps he was just mistaken. Still, even if Asmo hadn’t gotten to Solomon’s neck recently, you figured it would be a waste to just leave him unscathed. You might as well use your blank canvas.  

You leaned down and bit his neck, sucking his skin – trying to mark him as yours. He whimpered at the sudden pain.

When you finally pulled away and inspected the pretty red mark on him, you noticed how flustered his face was.

“How did you expect me to stay quiet while you did something like that?” Solomon ran his fingers over the mark and accompanying teeth indents. “I don’t mind, but what’s gotten into you?”

“Mammon told me that Asmo gave you a hickey. I had to check, but I guess he was wrong. When I thought about Asmo getting to mark you,” you paused, “well, I wanted to mark you too.”

“Oh, he’s not wrong. Asmo did leave me with a hickey. I got rid of it with magic earlier today.” He laughed. “Honestly, MC. If I knew you were the jealous, possessive type, I would have let Asmo play around with me a bit more.”

“I’m not jealous per se. I just wanted to leave my mark on you.”

“You have.” He took your hand sweetly and added, “but I’ll make sure not to heal yours with magic. It’s a shame that you left it below my collar, though. I’d like to show off. Maybe you could leave a few more.”

Thirteen

When Thirteen invited you to her cave, you didn’t expect to find her distracted by her newest trap. The last time she invited you over, she greeted you at the entrance and guided you around. Maybe you had gotten your hopes up too much. It wasn’t as if she promised to give you her undivided attention.

“Work, you little fucker,” she cursed under her breath at the trap on her lap as she unscrewed the back panel yet again.

Your shoulders slumped, and you pouted slightly. This might take a while, you realized. Thirteen wasn’t particularly aggressive around you, but you could feel her tension in the room. Between that and your mounting boredom, you stood up.

“I’m going to take a walk,” you informed her. “You seem a bit busy.”

Shit. That sounded passive aggressive. Maybe you meant to be. She was the one who invited you over. It was reasonable to be a bit irritated. Regardless, it was effective. Your words hit her, and Thirteen almost dropped the tools in her hands – tightening her grip just before the pliers and screwdriver slipped from her grasp. She set her tools and her latest trap on the table quickly before standing up.

“Baby, no, wait. Come here.” Thirteen opened her arms wide for a hug, wanting you to come back into her embrace. You conceded, and once you were close enough, she pulled you against her body. “Sorry. I should have finished this before you showed up. I just had some last-minute issues, and I was in the zone. But he can wait. I promise.”

You buried your face in Thirteen’s neck. How was it possible for a reaper living in a cave to smell so sweet? You bit her softly as revenge for her neglect. She let out a startled yelp, but she didn’t stop holding you until you released her skin. Her breath was shaky, and her face was pink when she asked, “what was that for?”

“Punishment,” you admitted. “Is that okay?”

Thirteen laughed and pulled you backwards in the direction of her bed. Despite the fact that she was the one walking backwards, you nearly tumbled over her when she plopped down. You barely stopped yourself by putting your knee at the edge of her bed – right between her legs. She met your gaze when you stared down at her.

“Well? What are you waiting for?” Her pupils dilated, and the faint blush still sat on her cheeks. “Punish me more.”

Mephistopheles

“Why are you in the RAD Newspaper Club room again? I don’t remember inviting a foolish human to distract me today.” Mephisto sighed and scanned over a draft of an article on the new exhibit at the botanical garden. Technically, he had invited you to visit him earlier in the week “if you wanted to see how much effort goes into [his] work,” but he had clearly forgotten in his resolution to being a grump today. “You know little about the Devildom, and I don’t require your assistance. So, I invite you to get out.”

Sometimes his commitment to being a dick was tiring – especially when you were fully aware that he held some strong, affectionate feelings for you underneath it. Hell, he had glanced in your direction three times already, and they were not glances that suggested he wanted you to leave. If he wanted to play his little games, you could at least chastise him a bit – well, a bite.

“Alright, I’ll go, but first,” you left him in anticipation as you walked around his desk and leaned down behind him. You sank your teeth into the side of his neck, earning an adorably pained groan. Served him right.

As soon as you let go, Mephisto shot up from his chair. That was your cue to run. You rushed out of the room and hurried down the hall before he could finish telling you to “get back here this instant.”

You ran, stupidly glancing back just in time to bump into something solid. When you turned back to where you should have been looking, you were met with Lucifer’s confused face.

“Why are you running in the hall? What’s gotten into you? Are you alright?” Lucifer held you firmly in place by the shoulders. He was searching your eyes with concern. It was sweet of him to be worried, but you didn’t have time to stand around being worried over when the click of Mephisto’s heels was quickly approaching. He wasn’t running – but those long legs hastened his pace. He was like Michael Myers with a bit more urgency. “MC. What is it? Answer me.”

Lucifer’s concern had stalled you enough for Mephisto to catch up. He grabbed you by the back of the collar and pulled you out of Lucifer’s grasp.

“Wait,” Lucifer demanded. “What are you doing?"

“I’m taking this,” Mephisto informed him without turning around as he dragged you in the opposite direction. “It’s mine.”

Lucifer felt a portion of his brain die off. He swiftly turned on his feet and walked away. He was not dealing with this today.

“Can you let me go?” you asked Mephisto while squirming in his grip.

“If you don’t come willingly, I’ll throw you over my shoulder.”

“Are you even that strong?”

Mephisto’s eyes widened as if you had insulted him. You might as well have called him a weakling. He took your words as a challenge and pulled you into the nearest empty classroom. Once inside, he locked the door and held you close with one hand on the back of your head and the other on your back. Before you could register what happened, Mephisto had dropped you to the ground, landing over you, straddling your hips. His hands had protected your head and back from harsh contact with the floor.

“Ow. That still hurt my butt, you know?” You stared up at him. It actually didn’t hurt that much, but you wanted to complain.

“I’ll kiss it better later if you need me to, you big baby.” Mephisto sighed and pinned your hands to the side. “Strong enough for you?”

You made a half-hearted attempt to struggle. “Point taken; now you can get off.”

“Oh, no, I can’t.” Mephisto let you go with a smirk. He loosened his tie and started to unbutton his shirt. “We need to finish what you started, foolish human.”

(Mammon, Satan, Beelzebub, Diavolo, Raphael version)

(Lucifer, Leviathan, Asmodeus, Belphegor version)

[certifiedlucifersimp]

!!!WANDERERS WHEREABOUTS SPOILERS!!!

LMAO AI IS SAVAGE

Here's it's interaction with Belphegor

What kind of Virtual assistant is this lmaaoo

Imagine being so unpredictable that even Barbatos is suprised

[humbuns]

they just make me feel *explosion noise*

[solomiracle]

i think i'm going to faint–

[luxthestrange]

Incorrect quotes#800 HouseWife Mam

In the Near Future-In the human world

Mam*In an apron glaring at the dirty window*What's up homie you pulling up on me or what-*Takes out the index cleaner out midair and starts shooting the window*BRAH BRAH BRAH!

Mam*Looking at the camera phone*Ey Welcome to another day as a Cholo Housewife, When My Treasure's at work being a Pan-winner~I get the kid's lunches ready for school!*Gives Luke and the LilDs their own lunch bags and a kiss on their foreheads as they run out to catch the bus*

Mam*Outside on the lawn on top of a yoga mat, fighting the air*I also get my morning Karate-Cholo on!-PUES ORALE STEP INTO THE RING AND THROWN DOWN ESE!?

Mam*Back inside taking the clothes out the dryer*I get the laundry done-OH!And I start watering the plants I call this one Mc 2!*Watering a small houseplant*

-Outside the house, you arrive still talking on the phone with a stack of papers in one hand-

Mam"Oh mi amor is home-I better prepare my mamacita/papacito slippers!"*Runs to the door and puts slippers at the ready for you*"Ey if they're here who's running heaven?~"

Mc*Is talking to your assistant and smiles taking off your shoes and the slippers on, letting Mammon take your belongings*

Mam"Damn look at em, still workin', Too bad our husband Rafa quit after he met me at the Christmas party"There you go my Treasure!~Take these off"Damn why do your feet still smell like roses..."

Mc*Looks up at him and caresses his face, laying a kiss on his cheek as you then hurry to the bathroom*

Mam"Oh, They're looking at me!-DONT CRY DONT CRY DONT CRY!"*Red checks as his Adam's apple goes up and down*Now one thing about my treasure, they got a cute little bladder

Mam*Uses magic to get to the bathroom door and open it for you to run in*Right this way treasure~Windows open and candles lit~*Closes the door and then naruto runs down the hallway*NOW BACK TO THE KITCHEN WHERE I BELONG!~

...I think about Mammon being my wife ...a normal amount~(I DONT)

[ragefilledseaurchin]

Glad to know that MC is still a wild mf

[absolutepokemontrash]

MCs that picked Diavolo have such BDE because they asked “is this seat taken?”

AND THE SEAT IS THE FUCKING THRONE-

[celestialrealms]

diavolo is such an interesting, multifaceted character but tragically I legitimately feel like I cannot talk about that without getting a ten paragraph essay from lucifer/demon bros fans about how he's an evil abuser actually + secretly the main villain

so anyway he's my little meowmeow and he's never done anything wrong in his whole life

[sassykattery]

Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts

pairing: LuciferxMC (MC="you") [romantic/intimate relationship] One-shot. gn! mc, no pronouns used, reader referred to as "you" and "MC"

Synopsis: What happens when the Avatar of Pride gets drunk and starts thinking about you? He texts you of course! But what happens after that?

CW: none, it's all fluff

Request for @kyla0002 I hope you enjoy! I decided to keep it SFW and be soft :)

Based on the text chat "In the Mood."

Y'all want soft Luci? HERE YA GO.

*CRACK*

You jumped slightly at the thunder that clapped what seemed to be just above the House of Lamentation. It started to rain, so you settled back into your chair and continued working on your homework in Devildom Law. Seemingly, it was a good night to stay in and work on homework. It was rather late, and you thought maybe you'd go to bed in an hour.

Suddenly, your D.D.D. buzzed. Looking at it, you saw that Lucifer had texted you.

Lucifer: MC.

Lucifer: MC!

After several minutes of back and forth, you realized the demon was drunk after a night of hanging out with Lord Diavolo. You sighed, knowing you'd have to check on him and make sure he'd at least make it to bed. No, he didn't need some human taking care of him, he was a grumpy old demon who knew how to find his bed after a night of drinking, but you were his human, and you felt inclined to make sure he was alright, especially since he mentioned being dizzy.

An hour later, you heard the front door of the house close, just in time for you to finish that last assignment before putting all your things away. However, while you were writing, you couldn't help but mull over his words over and over, "Love you." Seriously? What was he thinking texting you that? It almost made you a little sad to know he couldn't be that open with you without the influences of Demonus, but you had to tell yourself that no matter what, his feelings were true, and you would just have to accept that's how he was.

After a good stretch, you got up and made your way around the house to look for the eldest brother. He wasn't in any of the common rooms, so you approached the secret passage in the library to open it. Sure enough, when you peaked around the corner once inside, Lucifer was sitting at his desk, head laid on the surface.

Quietly, you closed the office passage and ventured inside. When you reached the desk, you could see he was breathing slowly, as if he were asleep. Coming around the desk, you put a hand on his shoulder. He slowly sat up and looked at you, a bright tinge of red dusting his cheeks from the Demonus. You eyed the opened bottle on his desk and raised an eyebrow disapprovingly.

"Oh, hello, MC," he said.

"Hi Lucifer," you replied softly, gazing at him in equal softness.

"Did you need something?" he asked sweetly.

In a hushed voice, you said, "I just wanted to make sure you went to bed."

"Ahh but I have some work to complete..." he said, trailing off as he looked around, presumably for the paperwork that clearly wasn't on his desk. He started to eye the bottle of Demonus.

"Don't worry about it, let's just get you to bed," you insisted, still talking softly, hoping to distract him by increasing your grip on his shoulder just a tad. That, you did.

"Mm, c'm'here," he mumbled, turning his chair to pull you in his lap. Your eyes went wide but you found your arm wrapped around his neck to keep your balance on his thighs.

"Lucifer..." you muttered.

"You know, when Diavolo was talking about you, I couldn't stop thinking about you. How much you care about my brothers and I, how hard you work in the exchange program, it makes me so proud of you. You insist on taking care of me and being kind to me, and I wish I could show you more how much it means to me every day," he said with a soft smile gracing his lips.

You looked away, embarrassed by the barrage of compliments. It was slightly uncomfortable to see Lucifer be so soft and sweet when he was usually cold and stoic, but it was also simultaneously somehow heartwarming knowing he could show this side to you. Your hand went up to cup his warm face, your thumb running over his cheek and looking back into his crimson eyes.

"What am I to do with you?" you tutted quietly.

"I'd let you do anything you wanted to me," he replied smoothly, looking at you with his half-lidded gaze. Your eyes went askance from his, feeling your cheeks burn again.

*CRACK*

You jumped in his arms, instantly diving your face into his neck. The thunder caught you off-guard while you were entirely focused on the demon sitting beneath you. You weren't necessarily afraid of thunder, but you had long forgotten about the storm. He leaned back in his chair and cradled you in his arms.

"I've got you MC. I'll always protect you, from anyone or anything. I won't let any harm befall you, not on my watch. I'll watch over you for all of your days and follow you wherever you may go for as long as you'll let me," he murmured.

You craned your head back to look at him, and he turned his head, gazing at you with such love and adoration. His hand came up to brush a knuckle against your cheek, the corner of his mouth tipping up. You gazed at him and wondered where this endearment lay within him, because it was certainly not close to the surface.

"My little human, none are as precious to me as you are, nor as beautiful," he whispered as he placed a kiss on your forehead. He let out a shaky sigh. "Forgive me, I just wish to hold you a while longer... May I?" he asked.

All you could do was nod, and he smiled again. His hand came up to gently pull the back of your neck in, so you'd lay your head in the crook of his neck again, feeling your warm soft breaths on his skin. He rested his cheek on the top of your head, relishing how you felt in his arms. It brought him tremendous comfort to have you like this.

Both of you shut your eyes at the same time to truly savor the moment, listening to the rain fall heavily onto the roof, the thunder drifting further and further away. Before either of you knew it, hours went by with you two like that, you and Lucifer gently drifting into a light slumber.

It was when you shifted around a little when Lucifer's eyes opened again, no longer feeling the effects of the copious amounts of Demonus he had. Without moving too much, he looked down at you peacefully napping and then to the clock to see it was the early hours of the morning. His chair no longer felt entirely comfortable, so gently he wrapped his arms under your back and knees as he stood to his feet. With little effort, he carried you up to his room.

Carefully, he placed you onto his bed and slid in after you, only bothering to remove your shoes and kick off his own before lying down. After pulling the covers over you both, he pulled you in close and tangled his limbs with yours.

"Mm," you mumbled.

"Did I wake you?" he whispered.

"It's fine," you whispered in reply. Keeping your eyes closed, you moved your head around to search for his. When your nose bumped into his, you leaned in closer and placed a sweet, sleepy kiss on his lips.

"MC," he muttered against your lips, his gloved hand coming up to cup the side of your face.

"Yes?" you whispered.

"I love you dearly," he murmured before kissing you again.

Your lips curved into a smile against his, feeling warm from his words and his touch. "I love you," you whispered against his lips.

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Post made by sassykattery. Do not repost. Reblogs and likes are appreciated!

[just-somehuman]

You know, I was replaying some of the older Obey Me lessons and Belphie actually hugged MC before killing them. He didn't choke them by the neck, he actually squeezed them hard enough for them to stop breathing while he was hugging them.

So, really, MC died in Belphie's arms.

[belphegorspillow]

helloww, if youre still considering reqs, could i please ask who would win in a fist fight between all of the obm brothers? With no powers and no weapons, just a full on brawl with one another.. and who would emerge as the sole victor?

Hi Love~! This is a pretty interesting request. Thanks for it! ~~~~~~~~ Most Likely to Least Likely to win a Fist Fight between the Brothers. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Beelzebub - Most likely ~ If we are excluding the fact, he wouldn't want to hurt anyone, he is first place. ~ Beel is a full-on body builder, goes to the gym everyday pretty much. ~ His only main weakness in a fight is the fact he doesn’t want to hurt his brothers. Lucifer ~ He isn’t as strong as Beel physically, but is really strong still, I mean he can hang Mammon anywhere... ~ He is also really intelligent, he knows how to plan ahead if he were to be told about this fight, if not, he also knows his brothers’ weaknesses. ~ His weakness would be really hard to achieve, but it would be to try and make him distracted somehow. Satan ~ He is strong and Intelligent like Lucifer in this situation. ~ He reads books on torture, I’m sure he knows some pressure points to help him in the fight as well. He is also physically strong to hold up against most of his brothers. ~ His weakness is either angering him so much he gets out of hand, and you attack his weak points while he is out of hand...or just bring a cat... Mammon ~ He is strong. He may live on spicy Ramen noodles, but being strung up helps the core- [/j... mostly.] ~ He can’t beat most, but he is able to get far in a fight I would say. ~ His weakness is being distracted by Grimm, MC cheering for him in the fight, or getting scared by Lucifer... Asmodeus ~ He isn’t entirely strong per say, but he beats the bottom two in strength. ~ He wouldn’t win the fight but can get decently far. He is fit enough to run off, let the fight start and get some of the less strong out before he gets noticed and attacked. ~ His weakness is pretty much, throw dirt at him. He will be distracted trying to fix up appearance, boom easy win. Belphegor ~ Belphie is sort of an in-between here. He is pretty strong, but not stronger than his brothers. [He also sometimes works out with Beel as the anime showed] ~ He also is tired pretty much 24/7, so that is a large disadvantage that he won’t be fully energized. ~ Also, he isn’t really fit, not as bad as Levi, but still. Leviathan - Least Likely ~ Sorry Levi, but you’re at the bottom for this one. ~ He is very unfit, he has lived in his room for decades, pretty much living on energy drinks and fast food... ~ He was part of the Navy [not anymore from what I know] and has a sixpack, but he still isn’t the strongest here physically. Power is a different story though. ~ His weakness is using his envy against him and using any anime related thing he likes to distract him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hope you enjoyed :] Masterlist

[fridayth13]

"i think i love you." despite the darkness, asmodeus glowed at your confession.

"think?"

your breath danced against his skin when you laughed, and he felt he could be damned all over again. the sheer brilliance that radiated from you set him alight. he was on fire. he was a star. a meteor hurtling towards you without any thought of stopping.

or he could be the moon to your sun, maybe. everything about you turned the nerves under his pearlescent skin to electric currents. asmodeus knew he was quite brilliant by himself, but sometimes— very secretly— in moments such as this, he thought it might be possible that you were more beautiful than anything he's ever encountered. including himself.

"let's just say a ninety-nine percent chance." you replied.

he beamed. "hehe. i'll take it."

he'd make you love him for sure. one way or the other.

divider from @clutteredfun

[4belphie]

i am way too serious abt belphie i see one of yall make a bad take abt him and i feel homicidal rage

[luxthestrange]

Obey me!Memes #177

Out of the 10 demons,3 Angels,Reaper and Merlin-I mean Solomon...He believed in our supremacy before ANYONE!