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coquettepascal · 10 months ago

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purpose on earth

summary: joel loves to take, you love to give.

tags: 18+, smut, angst(ish), jackson era!joel, cold!joel, grumpy!joel, innocent!reader, dom!joel, implied age gap (reader doesn't remember pre-outbreak), corruption kink, joel takes your undies, humiliation, oral sex (m!receiving), allusion to thigh riding, a feeling of helpless/hopeless-ness permeates this fic, reader is pretty pathetic, use of "sweet girl", objectification of reader, unrequited obsession, this fic isn't necessarily sexy, just mildly sad.

a/n: i literally wrote this like an hour ago while i was supposed to be outlining my next project, but @hellishjoel told me to listen to my creative demons... so now this is being posted.

(1.1k, just a baby)

Nothing in this world has ever, or will ever, belong to you. Faint memories glaze your mind sometimes, when you lay down to rest. Not your own memories, but things you’ve read in books and seen in abandoned family photo albums. White wedding dresses, cars that drive, Sunday night family dinner. An American lifestyle that was sucked away with the cordyceps, something only they could clear out. The bombs the government used, the ones you can’t remember anymore, they never wiped mother earth clean the way she has done for herself.

She’s infected, and not yours. Nothing outside of Jackson’s walls belongs to your human hands.

You’ve never known ownership. The clothes you wear belonged to people before you, the ground you walk on cannot be sold. Maybe in another life this would feel fulfilling, but something in you wants to know what it is to own, or even fit in. Your skin, flushed and healthy, skin full of life and blood and organs. A heart that thumps in a world of disease, disorder, death. What a weird purity you hold, something you want to ruin.

A person like you isn’t meant to own anything here. It feels like you have to belong, if you wish to take.

He will do it for you.

Joel knows greed, remembers the world before. His hands have taken food, land, lives, anything you can imagine. It isn’t something you realistically think about, more infatuated with how he has the ability to do all these things. Not that you hadn’t committed your own sins, but to defend yourself isn’t wrong, at least that’s what he says. Something in Joel smolders the way only a primal fire can, he is from a world whose memory of a flame will extinguish soon.

He doesn’t help with any of your wants, your need to own or belong. But Joel shows you what it is to take.

You don’t understand the fascination he has with you. The memory of the night he first led you back to his house is blurry, a fleeting moment in comparison to what has happened since. There was conversation of music, of you having a tape you wish you could play.

His hands were slow when they slid your underwear down your legs, you hoped he wasn’t looking. Nothing about you felt sexy or womanly, you felt dwarfed when he was so close. Again, you wished you could belong, so maybe you could hide. There was a stain in the gusset and you remember how he pulled the garment off your ankles when it dangled there.

“Lemme see,” he had demanded, “lemme see what I did t’you.”

Joel had smeared his thumb through the sticky wet mark, huffing in surprise. He knew it was for him, knew there was nothing else that could have made you do that. Humiliated, you had tried to yank back your underwear, but he refused.

“S’mine now,” he laughed, cheeks rosy.

That was the first time Joel took from you.

Now you seek him, the ache for belonging in the world twisting to a yearning for him to take from you. If you could not belong to this world, if you could not fit, at least you could fulfill him. Joel doesn’t like it when you seek him out too often, hates when others notice it. You’re not his, never his, just a moment of gratification for his consuming greed.

Once, you waited in the early morning at the stables for him. Crouched near the barn door, you waited and watched the dewy grass grow. The crunch of his boots, the yawn he let out as he passed by you, it was enough. He said nothing to you, took off on his horse with some other man trailing behind him.

“Joel’s so responsible,” you thought to yourself, “he’ll need me later I bet.”

Of course, he did. You relished in the small victory of him stealing from you again. Purity leaks from you in the form of drool on your chin, when he pulls you off his cock. Joel’s thumbs push the spit back in your mouth and you suck it down willingly. Praise rumbles off his tongue and into your ears, a southern rhythm you find sanctuary in. Pushing his dick back into your mouth is all pleasure to him, but it’s a taste of greed for you.

“Sweet girl, that’s a good mouth f’me, ain’t it?” Joel asks, head tilting back.

He never takes his pants off, but he strips you naked. His eyes arguably take more than his hands ever will. The bob of his Adam's apple hypnotizes your eyes as you garble a response to his question. Scarcely do you make sense around Joel, or even speak. You don’t think you can remember the last time you held a proper conversation with him, he usually just waits for you to come around.

It all starts the same, standing on his porch and waiting until he opens the door.

“Missin’ me?” He asks every time.

Joel doesn’t miss you, he doesn’t need you. He just likes how much you give. But you miss him, as soon as he pushes you out into the cold again you miss him. His greed is your purpose.

And so with your purpose, you push yourself down to the base of him. The waterline of your eyes is welling up fast, distorting your vision of him. You blink up at him like he’ll look down, like you’re more than a mouth. You aren’t, not to him, but you get to admire him like this. The puff of his chest, the swell of his throat, and his hands when they come to rip you off him.

He never pulls your hair, just grasps your face in his worn-down palms and pushes you away before jerking himself onto your naked body.

“S’nice, you’re so nice t’me,” he grumbles.

Under the yellow light in Joel’s living room, you feel useful. You’re doing more than surviving in this world. You have a purpose, even if he seldom needs you. He uses the sleeves of his flannel to wipe away the tears that slide down your cheeks, still mumbling about how sweet you are. Naked, smattered in him, you smile. Glittery eyes meet his and he snorts.

“You were missin’ me, huh?” He teases.

Joel rubs his thumb across your cheek again, the closest thing you’ll get to his lips on you. In his post-orgasmic haze, he almost looks fond.

“He almost likes me,” your mind whispers, your stomach fluttering, “it’s almost like I belong.”

And once you’ve nodded in response to his question, messy mouthed and gazing at him, your purpose, he taps his thigh. Blood rushes to your head as you stand, crawling onto him.

In your obedient mind, you define your efforts for Joel as a purpose, but you think you can taste a hint of belonging each time he spreads your legs.

#joel miller x reader #joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader smut #joel miller x you #joel miller angst #joel miller x reader angst #tlou #pedro pascal

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signedkoko · 1 year ago

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Could I get a Mammon, Vox and Husk with a S/O who gets harassed on the street and their reaction? You can have full creative control over what type of harassment!

I love your fics- if this isn’t getting the creative juices flowing just let me know and I’ll request something different <3

🦷 anon

Husk | Mammon | Vox [Romantic]

In which some loathsome idiot thinks they'll get away with harassing their beloved s/o.

One of your favourite date nights is spent bar hopping

Pop a drink or two in each one, sometimes sharing one cocktail, his wing draped around you, your head leant on his shoulder, humming to the music surrounding you

Both of you had a preference for the less popular spots, the kinds of places you got the weirdest combinations, where he could be inspired and you could give him thoughts

The plus side of the smaller joints was that the music was never too loud, drinks were cheaper, and there was always a few spots free at the bar

Downside was that most places had their regulars, the kind of people who couldn't get in anywhere else

The kind of desperation that builds and spreads like mold in the corner of a dark room next to a leaky pipe

On a few occasions, someone would harmlessly ask to buy you a drink and would turn tail when Husk gave them his usually 'fuck off' look

But this time, the guy would just not get the hint

" What? Already claimed dibs on the bitch? "

Yeah- no, that attitude towards you is not going to fly

Not even three seconds and there's a bottle smashed on the drunk demons head, and three cards flying back into Husk's hand

That's when the bleeding starts

You slap a 20 down for your bill and jump straight up, already being dragged by Husk out the door

Insists if he stayed there you would have both gotten banned anyways, and he likes that spot

You guys don't really go out so casually without a good reason, or just for old times sake

A sin and his spouse on a city street in greed was just asking for bad things to happen

But still, if you asked and he had nothing that day, Mammon would always rather get quality time with you and people watch

Thats most of your conversation, pointing out demons and joking about what you think they are like, what the do, how they speak

It's always a fun game, until some newcomer saw you laughing at him and marched right up, clearly on something and clearly ready to have a go at someone

The moment he reaches for your wrist, his thumb falls to the floor, a messy and jagged cut the only sign of attack besides one of Mammons spider legs now revealed

Before he can even realize the pain or what's happened, Mammon lets out a menacing laugh

" Every extra inch towards my broad is another finger. "

That demon was already screaming and running away, most the crowd on the street that was watching now hurrying in any direction opposite of you and Mammon

" I'm only worth one finger? "

" Nah. Just being generous for once. "

Not really a street guy, but unfortunately some press conferences and events require mingling and interacting with others, which he never liked

Thankfully, with you he has an excuse to stay away from others, or show you off

He usually goes for the latter

He's all 'Have you met my wife?' 'My wife loves x and y!' 'Isn't my wife absolutely gorgeous?'

You are the first topic he speaks of after his company; you'd be the first if he didn't have to waste so much time being a salesman, but that is how the cookie crumbles

Sometimes when there's specific press releases, he has to send you off for a moment, where you usually go and mingle with some of the others in his industry you befriended

During one such interview, he couldn't help but spot out the corner of his eye, some lousy business woman drape her arm around your waist and grab at your hip

" Sorry yeah, this interview is over. "

Literally shoves his way over, sparks and electricity flying, to rip you out of her arms

" Baaabe, is this a friend? Whatever the case, we really gotta get going! "

Jealousy 3000

He's glad he stepped in after he overhears that lady had a habit of harassing other attendees

New clause in every interview; they have to include you or provide security over you while he is busy

Author's Note - Tooth anon comes in for another PIPIN HOT request!! I actually feel so bad because every time I take a break form writing is on yoru request and that really makes it look bad I am so sorry 😩

#koko writez #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #hazbin hotel x reader #helluva boss x reader #reader insert #x reader #mammon #mammon x reader #vox #vox x reader #husk #husk x reader

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lost-romantique · 7 months ago

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"We aren't a family, sir!"

"We aren't a family, sir! You are the boss! We are the employees!"

"Who's that?"

"Oh, her? That's just Loona. What a nightmare. Serious attitude problems... She'll be out of our hair next month when she ages out. Good riddance, if you ask me. She'll never amount to anything much."

"Fuck, Blitzo! Why can't you stay out of my face for, like, five minutes?!"

"Because, I adopted you! And that should mean something!"

"Oh, what does it matter?! You're not my real dad! I was almost eighteen!"

"It still counts!"

"Well, it shouldn't! I didn't need you then, asshole! I don't, now!"

"I love you, dad."

"Okay, not much of a talker, are you? I'm Blitzo, the "o" is silent. I'm sure we're going to get along just fine. So, what's your deal? What'd you do? Who'd you diddle? You look like someone good with a gun. You look like someone who could shoot up an office-"

"I'm just worried about Millie. She'll be on her way by now, I'm sure!"

"Ugh, she'll be fine, Moxxie. It would take a roided-up hippo to take down that woman when she's upset."

"We've never dealt with the human government before! She's in danger!"

"Do you ever honestly shut up about Millie?! It's always "Oh, how's Millie?" "I can't tonight. I'm hangin' with Millie!" "I'm so worried about Millie!" And she's ALWAYS... FIVE FUCKIN' FEET away from you! It's pathetic!"

"Do you remember what you said to me after my first day with the company?"

"Not really..."

"I remember. You told me I did a good job and that you were proud to work with me. I feel like you wanted to say something more judgmental, but... you said that because I needed it... And it helped."

"Look, I'm hard on you, because I know what you're capable of, Mox. You care too much about what everyone thinks except for... me, because, y'know, my opinion is correct, but just... keep doing a good job. 'Kay? You shoot 'n kill good, you escape things easy... you can be strategic and cold-blooded when you need to, aaaand don't expect any more compliments; I'm maxed out."

"Thank you, sir."

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Someone with an eye for potential. Now you wanna keep working for peanuts, or do you want to shake things up?"

"I'm done. I don't wanna play ghost hunter with you, and I-"

"Uh, it's ghost-fuckers"

"I wasn't done! You know, I always love to have fun with you, and I ain't said boo to you moping around like a sad sack for weeks. But we have bills to pay... So look, you can go be pathetic and play sex ghosts, if that's what you need to do, but I gotta get this job done!"

"Fine! Who needs you anyway!? Bethany Ghost-Fucker works ALONE!"

"We're just Wrathians, Blitz. Muscle. It's all we're good for, all I'm good for. It's why you hired me. Any demon good at making a buck is welcome in Lust or Greed, but here? Demons like us ain't cut out for this."

"Uh... fuck you!"

"What?"

"Millie, I have spent too much of my time, energy, and holes into setting this up for us to entertain your bullshit. I brought you into this company for a reason, okay? You're tougher, smarter, and frankly more capable than anyone I've ever met in any ring..."

"Look. What I said earlier, you've just always been so unbothered by everything. Almost bulletproof and, I guess I never realized how much I depended on that. I didn't know how to react to you being reduced to…Bethany. But I should've respected you like you always do for me. I'm sorry."

"NO! Not them, Your Highness! It was me, it was all me, okay? Y-you can't expect to teach anyone a lesson by killing all of us!"

"You dare try to tell me how to PUNISH!?"

"Look, all that Hell is gonna see is you executing imps who are just trying to do their job! I'm the rogue here, not them!"

"Blitz, what are you doing?"

"Your Highness, please. Blitz just--"

"Moxxie, stop."

"Blitz, I can't let you-"

"This big red bitch never planned on hearing us out... Just... just take care of Loona for me."

"I love you, guys."

"Sir-sir, you're here!"

"Dad!"

"Don't you ever do that to me again, you fucking idiot!"

Moxxie was right, they are most definitely not a family. /sarcasm

#helluva boss #blitzo #blitzø #helluva boss blitz #ro rambles #helluva blitz #moxxie knolastname #helluva boss moxxie #millie helluva boss #helluva millie #helluva loona #loona #IMP #I.M.P

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jimhines · 8 months ago

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To the Trump voters and supporters rolling their eyes at the people who are scared and angry, I've seen your comments telling people to calm down. "It's not going to be as bad as you think," and "Wait and see what he does. It'll be fine."

I hope you're right.

Usually, I hate being wrong, but this time I desperately want to be proven wrong. Four years from now as we're looking back on his second term, I hope you're giving me a well-deserved, "I told you so."

• I hope I'm wrong that his tariffs and other economic policies will drive up prices and hurt the poor and middle class.

• I hope I'm wrong about him and his followers continuing to demonize and scapegoat transgender people, and the pain and deaths it will cause.

• I hope I'm wrong about his rhetoric worsening the hate and racism in this country.

• I hope I'm wrong about the damage his policies will do to the environment and to the future of the planet.

• I hope I'm wrong about how the next four years will embolden Russia, North Korea, and other dictatorships.

• I hope I'm wrong about the trolls proclaiming, "Your body, my choice" being just the beginning of a larger backlash against women and their rights.

I could go on, but the point is, I would love for all of my fears to be proven groundless. And if that's what happens, I will joyfully tell you that you were right.

I just hope if it turns out you're wrong about some or all of these fears, that you'll have the strength and courage to admit it and to fight back. I hope you won't blindly follow cruelty and hate and greed, just because they're coming from your "side."

I'm afraid you won't. I'm afraid we'll see a lot of harm in the coming years, and I'm afraid you'll double down. I'm afraid you'll push lies and propaganda rather than face hard truths.

But I hope I'm wrong.

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fridgemissionmaster · 1 month ago

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Demons and Marriage: what this means and looks like to beings who exist for so long

What is marriage? A social construct, a means for companionship, or something else? Whatever the case may be, at this point whatever original purpose it was to have has changed over time. Hell, one can assume even before marriage people coupled up and stayed with one individual as partners for life.

But what about if you’re essentially immortal?

Are divorces common due to individuals simply getting tired after so long together? Or perhaps not, due to those people’s perception of time reaching much farther than our own?

Unfortunately, despite the game having a whole event (kinda 2) dedicated to this concept, and this being a ROMANCE game, we never get much information on how demons see marriage. Hell, it even is made very evident in-game trends in the human world influence the Devildom so who’s to say the concept of marriage isn’t one such thing, a new oddity the populace is fascinated about for a moment before moving on to the next thing. Lust, and Greed are major concepts in the Devildom, who’s to say they’d hold such a concept as ever lasting companionship with a single individual in high regard at all?

All we can do is speculate as to what this could be like.

Demon Society: what place could marriage have (control and companionship)

In older human society marriage seemed to have two major purposes, power and reproduction. Would these concepts apply to demons though?

One thing that is made very clear is that one’s place in the societal hierarchy in the Devildom is almost completely, if not solely determined by one’s strength, one’s power. Despite the brothers being fallen angels, and not having been around for long they were able to quickly carve out their place in society as the Devildom’s new seven rulers. In part could be in thanks to Diavolo, they were more easily able to settle in, but even with Diavolo, all eight of them clearly had decenters from all sides, angels, Devildom Elites, ect, who did not like this arrangement and wanted it to fail. Even Diavolo couldn’t fend off all that, the brothers still had to fight and prove themselves, if not worthy than at the very least capable. Capable of fighting back, capable of defending/not embarrassing their benefactor, capable of slinking into every crack and crevice of society, of embedding themselves to become irreplaceable, capable of making it so that their absence would surely spell destruction. Make themselves needed, useful.

With this logic marriage couldn’t be used as a method of ‘climbing up the social ladder’ as can happen in human society. Sure, it could be used as a short-cut, but if one can’t prove their strength they’ll be eaten alive.

If marriage were to be used as a tool for power, it’d likely only be among the elite. After all, what better way of making sure another family doesn’t try… I don’t know, eliminate your whole family to get more reach, than by getting a long standing hostage. If the demons were strong enough and had the motivation they would have clawed their way into power so the act of marriage could act as more of a bargaining chip, a way to declare peace or as a way to keep other families in check. Even if not strong enough, they are still greedy, prideful creatures and may try getting more power even if they don’t have the strength to reach it. Or perhaps, families could simply agree to marriage to pool their power, get more strength and alliances to take out bigger competition together.

For demons, unfortunately, marriage cannot be used to make a powerful heir, demons are incapable of making more of their own in such a way unlike humans, so marriage for them, if used as a tool can solely be used to make social ties, nothing more. Even then, IF they were capable of repopulating in such a way marriage isn’t a biological component needed for that process. (This is elaborated in this headcannon. Just jump to the section titled: Demon/Angel Bodies: how they operate lacking physicality (population and family))

Sure all the above could technically apply to lesser demons, but as seen time and time again, lesser demons can’t even hold a candle to the strength of their nobility.

Then do they have any use for marriage?

Well, what use is marriage to the lower and middle classes of human society? It really just depends on the individuals, sometimes it’s to get on another’s insurance, maybe they love one another and want to keep each other close, perhaps they feel pressured to by outside forces like family or religion.

I did say before demons are a more promiscuous bunch somewhere in the opening paragraphs, but that exact statement can also be turned around. I mean just look at the brothers and how over and over they fight to keep you all to themselves. If nothing else, if not even for the romance of it all, marriage could be common for the sake of wanting to lay claim to another.

I believe that marriage as a concept wouldn’t be foreign to demons, but it also wouldn’t be the most common practice, more so something reserved for the elite in their constant power struggles. After all, as sad as it may sound, living for so long it’s only natural for things to just change over time, to just grow apart into different people. Lesser demons do marry but more often than not they forgo that to simply enjoy their time together, move in, ect. Perhaps later on they would but it’s not a guarantee or pressure to do so, not from society at least. There are few to no social benefits to marriage for lesser demons at least. Human society places such an importance on marriage and having kids but when the whole ‘having kids’ thing is eliminated, society doesn’t have much of a need for marriage outside of tradition or control. (Yes there are technically other things such as being a dual income household, but that kinda stuff is more dependent on individual couples and their dynamic and what they want and I can’t account for EVERY possibility.)

Demons and Courting: Showing Interest

SO! This may be a topic less related to marriage specifically and coupling in general, but the concepts are intrinsically intertwined, how is a demon to show they have an interest in another?

Well, just as many forms as humans have to express their interest, verbally, gift giving, ect, demons do those too. However if one were to pin down specific behaviors it would be going out of the way for their person of interest. Acts of service. Getting someone their favorite tea without them asking when their tired, carrying their bookbag on the way back from school, if the person they like is shorter rearranging the kitchen shelves so the things they get frequently are within reach.

The most romantic form of flirting to a demon is little everyday moments of making life easier. One can boast of their love as much as they want, or even kiss and to showoff one’s wealth, but for naturally selfish beings to accommodate another in their life, to be so filled with thoughts of another to try and want to improve their life in even the smallest, most easily overlooked of ways? Swoon worthy. Big shows are just that, shows, but little thing require thought, require dedication, and THAT is what demons find attractive DEDICATION.

Sure, MC helped mend a broken family so it makes sense why the brothers fell for them, but what about the others? Even if it wasn’t for them directly, time and time again they all witnessed this human’s dedication they give to those they love, who wouldn’t want someone like that to look their way? To be on the receiving end of that?

This, little everyday moments, thought of another, also explains why true demons, and not fallen angels, have positive interactions with being ignored in ‘Surprise Guest’. The brothers, are not true demons, and they live rather separated from demon kind, mostly keeping to their own despite being rulers, so some of their actions is more reminiscent of angels, they aren’t truly bathed in demon culture and ideology, nor do they completely still carry angelic ideologies either, a little of both, not completely aligned with one or the other in their actions.

However, Diavolo, Barbatos, and Solomon all have a deep understanding of demon culture, they can see the charm of being ignored. The worst thing that another can do to a demon is neutrality, to not care one way or the other at all. However, to be ignored? For someone to just exist beside them, that is a special, and a rarer kind of effort one can’t find in too many other forms. It takes a lot of work to not react to another’s presents or to simply exist beside another, to so willingly share a space. That’s something only true demons or one who truly understands their culture could see the dedication that action requires. (Technically Simeon has ONE ‘Surprise Guest’ line where he likes being ignored but the line is “I didn't expect to run into you at such an hour. What's wrong? Couldn't sleep?” I interpret that is he assumes you’re falling asleep, and THAT’S what he likes, not the action itself)

Related Tangent: To reject their feelings is to reject that demon’s existence Though many imagine demons as cunning, conniving creatures they are much more honest and blunt than their angelic counterparts. If a demon likes you, you’ll know it. Demons being less physical than humans in their existence (more on this here) emotions ARE them. Humans tend to separate and compartmentalize everything, to the extent that we tend to treat our mind and emotions as separate from the person, as things that happen TO and are not FROM or PART of us. To demons hiding their emotions is strange behavior because in essence, that’s hiding who you are. There are some exceptions like embarrassment, or if one were unsure about their own feelings, but these feelings are never ignored or separate from them. Demons are all about living in the moment, indulging in any desire NOT being honest with how one is feeling is simply counter productive to that. However this in itself has consequences should one reject a demon. To reject a demon’s feelings is to reject them as a whole not just their attraction to you. That is why, even if you have a partner or clear favorite among the cast, the rest still make their feelings known, they’re not trying to push themselves upon you, you may not feel the same, but they are still friends and family and with some exceptions depending on the person, one likely wouldn’t want to reject them as a whole. So one accepts that they have these feelings, but perhaps not reciprocate them. Rejecting someone and not reciprocating another’s feelings are seen as TWO VERY DIFFERENT INCIDENTS FROM EACH OTHER!

There is however one other form that is a more specific form of dedication, and that is the act of creation. To create is to put a part of yourself into it whether it be emotion or time. Most often found in the form of cooking or sewing this can also just be seen as a caring act in general… IF you are a demon. HOWEVER if one is human and do this, ANYTHING that takes time from your terribly short life to create? That is priceless, that could be akin to proposing if you say the right things. It’s one thing to give a gift for a holiday or make dinner when it’s your turn the recipient could brush it off, but any ‘just because’ gifts? Whoever you gave that too will likely be asking you some interesting questions very soon like where you’d want to move and if you’d want one wedding, or two so you could have a separate ceremony in each world, or how weddings are done in the human world in general. Or they may just burst into tears on the spot and hug you, promising to make you the happiest person to have ever lived and thanking you for choosing them out of everyone.

Demon Marriage: The Ceremony/ Post Marriage/Coupled Traditions

So you and your sweetheart want to get hitched, how do you do that?

As marriage as a concept is not held in as high a regard as it is for humans, the wedding ceremony in particular doesn’t have to go any particular way. Some demons might just throw a giant party, others may go into the wilds and hunt the worst beast they can find as a way of solidifying their bond through shared strength, some do nothing and treat proposing as the marriage itself and call it a day.

For humans a marriage ceremony generally has religious undertones, from the event being held in churches, to swearing to god, ect. Demons obviously do not want blessing from ‘Father’ for their own unions.

Though demons do not have much of a ceremony generally should demons decide to wed they create something together, something they pour all of themselves into making, a pure expression of their partnership. The two most common forms this takes are either ‘their call’ or a dance/song.

Generally if one is not in a relationship with a demon one would not see or experience any ‘calls’ or ‘song/dance’ second hand. Demons are their emotions and to do either of these publicly would be showing such a raw part of one’s self, something too close. These acts are demons attempts to connect with their partners as deeply as they can. The act of using emotion, to create using themselves, to expose all of themselves with their partner, that’s what these are. To tie one another together. These are what they generally have in place of a wedding ceremony.

Their Call:

Demon language can at times be slightly more guttural than humans or angels. A chirp for explanation here, a cackle as a swear there, demons speak like this all the time, it’s mixed into words and tone, but since humans partially can’t comprehend demons and angels’ existence the little the brain can understand usually interprets these sounds as either being off in the distance or giving whoever is speaking a ‘Devildom accent’.

Though Angels technically have the capacity to make these sounds too, the act of doing so is looked down upon, to make these sounds is to act on instinct and to act on instinct, to not have ‘perfect self-control’ is to be seen as a demonic trait.

A ‘Call’ in essence is a nickname. A new special name solely for one’s partner/spouse/mate. This call is made up of these guttural sounds solely. Generally the kinds of sounds one can hear being made reflect what base class the demon is (more on this here jump to Demon/Angel Bodies: more sensitive to the nonphysical (heat cycle)) although there are some exceptions. Once such is Satan, though his base class elemental his sounds usually come out as the hissing of a fire being put out with water, for a mate however his call would be more akin to guinea pig chirps (he has tried mimicking cat chirps for himself but to no avail). A partner’s ‘call’ should over time come naturally to a demon, even more so than their partner’s proper name. It’s rarer to hear such calls though, as generally they are only used in private, or around family.

The Song/Dance:

This is just as it says on the tin. The demons make a song and/or dance that encompasses all that they are to each other. Some demons’ engagements last centuries because they are still practicing and refining this together and only once they are satisfied will they be wed. Songs/dance are one of the most emotion filled things one can create so for these beings to do this as a form of deep connection comes very naturally.

Some keep it simple to a short tune, something they can whistle or hum to one another in greeting and shared with one another often. Some make a whole choreography and save performing it for special occasions only. Some use magic to make the music while they dance, some keep small portable instruments on hand always to play it together.

Given the lifespan of demons on occasion they simply have to be separated for long periods of time due to work, or one’s physical form dieing and needing time to regenerate, or reuniting after another cycle of destruction of the three worlds (more on that here… kinda jump to the fourth paragraph under Demon/Angel Bodies: how they operate lacking physicality (population and family)), to make sure it truly is one another they do their song/dance, after all only their partner(s) know it by heart.

Should the MC marry Beelzebub, Beel being a more simple guy would likely go for something where the MC sings lyrics they wrote while he takes the lead in a dance with him doing most of the work. He’d likely be one to hum the melody to himself or MC rather regularly. It’d likely end up sounding something like Mili’s Gluttony.

For someone with more complex tastes Mephistopheles could be taken for example. Something so grand and complicated like his feelings for you. If one were to marry HIM, he’d except nothing less than someone he sees as a true equal. A duet where you both share equal work in dancing and similar amounts of time singing is what he’d insist upon. Something like Valkyrie’s Le temps des fleurs. Lyrics and something like this Dance but different since not performed for an audience, only each other. Mephisto being a romantic would always wish to perform with you on special occasions, this includes date nights.

And THAT is what I believe marriage would be like for demons.

Idk how to end this, the last headcannon post thing has a much easier transition to a conclusion than this one…

Guess I can state why I made this? Or my headcannons in general.

Obey Me! Season One of the OG game, as a concept, FACINATES me. I love these games and the characters they present but I feel sometimes they fall short of their potential, but that’s understandable, what I want and what they’re trying to accomplish are two separate things. I came into this with the idea of a cultural exchange program. I wanted to see the differences between this world’s demon and human societies, and since this was a dating sim and not just a visual novel, how beings having relationships with differing cultural backgrounds would effect that. And yet to me it feels like demons are just… more magical humans with cool looking accessories and some murdery tendencies.

AND NOW I HAVE MORE TO ADD AFTER THE ANNOUNCEMENT OF THE NEW APP LITERALLY AS I WAS FINISHING THIS!!!

I sincerely doubt we’ll ever get to see too much cultural differences or Devildom culture in general, at least not the parts of it I’d like to explore. Especially more so since they are specifically calling this an ‘app’ and not a ‘game’ so idk if there will be too many visual novel elements to it or not.

I make headcannons because I’ve grown to loves these characters and this world and want to see it fleshed out, but in-game only so much time can be allocated to the hierarchy structure of demons, especially with a cast as big as OM!’s with just about all of them being romancable in a romance game. So instead I’ve allowed it space in my mind, my life, to ruminate on this and explore concepts I can only dream would be looked into. And it’s a fun convenient excuse to keep doing so. Although I probably would be doing so anyway.

#vexing hours #obey me #obey me headcannon #obey me headcanons #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me worldbuilding

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Here's a thing!

Containing: Bill as a widower, a surprise reincarnation, and dire threats of matrimony.

Despite how things turned out, Dipper has no regrets.

Okay. There is one: Getting caught in the first place.

But other than that, he’s lived his life the way he wanted to. Everyone told him joining the resistance was a terrible idea. That he had a bright future ahead of him, that he was smart, to not throw it all away for a useless, impossible task.

Like he could ever do anything else.

Even at the end of things, Dipper’s proud of what he accomplished. He helped so many people. He picked his fights carefully and mostly had them work out in his favor. He did the best he could, pushed himself to the very limits of his abilities, and it worked so well.

Bright future his ass. Fighting got him further than anything could. When you think of what he’s done. Where he’s clawed back territory. Who he’s saved-

A pang goes through his chest. Dipper ducks his head, hissing against the gag between his teeth.

Okay, second regret: Not saving more people. And not avenging others. Three regrets isn’t so bad. Right?

God, what else could he have managed, if he hadn’t been stupid. If he hadn’t slipped up this one time, if he could have escaped. If he could have-

“NEXT!”

Bill Cipher’s voice rings through the room. Two claps punctuate the statement, and the line moves forward.

Claws dig into Dipper arm, tighter than before. While they still don’t break the skin, the way he’s dragged forward has him hissing again. His skinned knees burn as they slide against stone, and the pain reminds him not to let up his guard.

Not here, in the Fearamid. There’s no worse place.

In a way, he’s kind of lucky. The massive pyramid that makes up Bill Cipher’s headquarters and fortress has never before breached. No member of the resistance has made it into the command base of the terrible demon who rules the west coast.

Dipper never thought he’d end up here, ever. The closest he’d imagined was in vague daydreams. The impossible kind where he had amazing powers, spouted cool one-liners, and could smash through the entire awful fortress to kick Bill Cipher right in his angles.

“Ugh.” Bill’s groan resonates through the room. “Why the hell would I need gold? Real crappy offering.” Another clap, then, “NEXT!”

Being tribute wasn’t exactly on Dipper’s bucket list.

So here he is. Dragged along by his captors to be one more present for the Nightmare King himself.

Demons try to slake their master’s insatiable greed with an endless parade of presents. The raiding never ends. The looting, the theft, the bribes - everything, everywhere gets poured into the coffers of this monster. Nothing is enough for him. It never will be.

So it’s pretty weird that Dipper’s here. By himself.

A hundred humans at once might provoke a passing interest. A few tons of liquor or - apparently not gold, no wonder that assassination attempt failed - could also catch his eye. Only the most elaborate, creative gifts might gain a bit of his favor, which is hard to get on a good day.

One human who really made Bill’s day worse, though? That might get a second look. Dipper didn’t think he was that big of a deal, but it would be kinda cool.

Or he wasn’t, and his captors will twist him into a new flesh configuration once they reach the front of the line, like performance art. Or he has been a pain, and when Bill finally gets his hands on him and can do whatever he wants to him, he’ll do unthinkably horrible -

No. Dipper can’t think like that, not now or ever. Fear won’t help. It never helps.

Terror one of Bill’s tools. He thrives on mortals cowering before him, and Dipper won’t do that.

He shakes his head to clear it, and gets the hood shoved further down for his efforts. The thin string around his neck draws tighter as a demon adjusts the cloth. Then it plucks at it, in an apparent attempt to make its captive look more ‘presentable’.

“You sure it’s-” One of the demons mutters above him. Another pluck at his hood pulls it upwards, and he hears a smack.

“Shh! Don’t show everyone ‘til we take credit,” insists the leader. Tension makes his voice rough. “You saw it. Just like in the pictures. Boss’ll love it.”

Sounds like they’re trying to reassure themselves rather than actually thinking this will go well. Dipper snorts. Amusement on the gallows.

All four demons shush him. He can practically picture them holding fingers to their mouths in unison, hissing at their captive. It makes him snort again, and a hand shoves his head down.

Shushed, of all things. The sheer absurdity makes him want to laugh.

Being captured was bad enough. All his hypervigilance turned out useless when it really counted. Everything he’d taken notes on, the plans, the studies - none of those mattered when he was dangling by his ankle from a snare in the woods like a helpless animal.

But the way he was taken captive? That was notable. A realization that only hit once he was stuffed into a box and had nothing to do except think - but an important one.

For one, most demonic traps leave their victims in multiple pieces. And for another, he wasn’t devoured afterwards. There was an odd amount of caution involved in his handling for a human with so little magic. Almost like they were frightened of doing it wrong.

And after that, he should have been smacked around and beaten for his defiance. Hell knows he didn’t take this bullshit lying down. But instead of ending up with open wounds and a broken jaw, there’s a bag over his head and rough cloth gag to shut him up.

In fact, aside from a few bruises and scrapes, Dipper’s perfectly fine. By all demonic standards, his entire kidnapping makes no sense.

Unless you know what Bill Cipher likes to do to humans.

Dipper tries to swallow past the lump in his throat. He hadn’t wanted to think of it. Now the idea won’t stop popping up, cold grey swimming through his thoughts.

There aren’t many pictures of Bill’s ‘sculpture’ garden. Most aerial shots just get the gist of it, a field spotted grey against green. Stone hands reaching for the sky or clutching their faces, thousands of bodies screaming for their life or hunkered down to the ground -

Swallowing again doesn’t help. His mouth is too dry, even when the gag is damp between his teeth.

Soon he’ll be one of the thousands of ornaments Bill makes of human lives, instead of killing them nice and clean. Another trophy.

Maybe it won’t hurt? Dipper hopes it doesn’t hurt. He hopes that that’s what he’s here for, rather than anything more creative. But it’s the only fate that makes sense.

A bit of cold comfort, then. He might not be mutilated. If he’s ‘just like the picture’ - whatever that means - then Bill will want him to stay exactly as he is.

It sounds absurd. But who knows? Odds are Bill Cipher has a type, and Dipper will make an exceptionally pleasant sight once he’s permanently a part of his estate. Maybe he’s got a thing for rebellious, fashionless nerds having the worst day of their life. Whatever goes on in that triangular brain is too weird for Dipper to fathom.

He hopes that being a statue is peaceful. Or at least not too painful. That it happens in a flash, like he’s seen in video. And if he’s lucky, the company he’ll keep for the next… forever might include his -

“Bo-ring,” Bill interrupts the next offering before the demon gets three words into their speech. “I’d say do better next time, but guess what?”

Two claps this time. Something explodes with a splatter, close enough that Dipper and his kidnapping coterie all flinch back.

“There won’t be another.” Bill finishes. He pauses for laughter at his dry semi-joke, then claps once more. “NEXT!”

The line of supplicants moves forward. Dipper’s knees skid across the floor as he’s dragged forward, sliding to a stop as his captors pause in their line.

They must be pretty far at the front by now. The group of demons in front of Dipper’s speaks excitedly to an unresponsive audience. He swears he hears a yawn.

Impressing Bill Cipher is difficult at the best of times. Doing it with one single human seems reckless even by Dipper’s limited knowledge, but excited murmurs keep darting over his head.

Either they know something he doesn’t, or there’s another factor in play. And hell, considering the tributes Dipper’s overheard, they could hardly do worse. Nothing’s impressed Bill so far. At best he’s waved off their offerings to be piled up with all the, quote, ‘other crap’.

The latest batch doesn’t fare any better than the previous one. Like last time, Bill groans and something goes ‘splat’. A sprinkle of unknown fluid hits Dipper’s knees, soaking into his jeans.

“Ugh,” Bill groans, low and extended. It seems like it’ll go on forever, until he hears, “NEXT!”

Dipper’s shoulders tense. His jaw clenches, arms and legs pressing against their bindings. None of which stops him from being pulled along in his kidnapper’s wake.

This is it, then. Facing the lord of dreams himself, eye to… cloth, Dipper doubts he’s going to get a real look at him.

Which might be for the best. Word is that Bill can manage terrible things to the human psyche, given the chance. Dipper’s very human, and he doesn’t have enough magic to defend himself even if anyone knew how to manage it.

So maybe it’s okay that he’s a little terrified, because it’s natural. And even more importantly, Bill won’t see it.

“My lord,” The demon that captured Dipper speaks in a gravelly voice. He’s a green-gray lizard creature, with several eyes, and his sheer amount of muscles belies a sharper mind than usual. Anyone who fought him might have made that mistake. “I found you somethin’ really cool.”

He sounds strangely excited about presenting a single mortal to his king. A hint of pride, maybe, that he kept it so intact? It could be difficult for demons, because Dipper’s sure never heard of it before.

His thoughts are interrupted by a slow push, sliding him forward across stone. Careful force, that lets him keep his balance instead of planting on his face. At least he’ll face his fate upright.

One more tribute. Sitting in front of a king, in a crowd of monsters, Dipper has his pride. And he will not bow.

And the response from Bill Cipher is… probably not what the leader wanted.

Dipper hears another groan, followed by a heavy sigh. “Wow. A human. Never seen one of those before.”

Ah, great. Sarcasm. Bill Cipher sounds as impressed with Dipper as he was with the dozen tributes before him - bored, tired, blase.

Dipper straightens his back, oddly offended. Wait, he doesn’t suck as tribute, right? Part of his pride hinged on his captor not being an idiot. It made losing less embarrassing.

“Ugh. Seriously getting tired of this crap.” Bill’s voice has a tinge of annoyance to it. Kind of a whine, even. “Like I don’t have enough in the rock garden already. The shine rubbed off that apple a while ago.”

“Er,” The lizard demon hesitates. “Uh, well. Nah, see, there’s-”

“Eh, whatever.” With another sigh, Bill snaps his fingers. “Alright, one statue, coming u-”

“Wait!”

The crowd hushes. A few gasps, a couple whispers at the sheer audacity. Even Dipper twists to look at his captor in sheer surprise. A useless gesture, he still has a hood over his freakin’ face. But, like. What?

That gruff voice burst out so quickly that it sounded almost defensive, and - what the hell is going on?

The too-busy hall has gone eerily quiet. Even the mad Nightmare King doesn’t speak, probably surprised at this act of open defiance.

“I- sorry, sorry, my lord. But, like, you’re gonna really like this one.” The demon continues, rapid like he’s on the verge of panic. But insistent, too. A tense excitement runs through his words. “You gotta take a look.”

Dipper blinks in a fruitless attempt to clear his eyes. Stupid fabric over his face. He’s flying blind here.

He wishes he could see everyone’s reactions. Mortals bore Bill at best. Aside from making them into decorations, he barely bothers interacting directly. One young human shouldn’t make a demon yell at Bill Cipher. He shouldn’t matter, or be important, or even register as anything. What the hell?

The crowd stays deathly silent. Bill doesn’t speak. A slow tapping of fingers thuds like a drum in the quiet, a slow contemplative beat.

The Lord of Nightmares holds his own counsel as he judges this outburst. Weighing his options.

“Huh,” Bill says, a second after Dipper thought everything would explode - “Got a lotta confidence in your prize, I see! Guess that’s kinda interesting.” His voice grows louder as he approaches, but there aren’t any footsteps. This monster floats. “Whatcha got there?”

“Well, he was runnin’ about messing up some stuff, and, well, we saw him and - y’know.” The lead demon continues babbling, voice rising to a squeak. Bill must have closed the distance, meeting him eye to multiple eyes. “And! And we made sure not to leave a mark or anything, we was real careful.” A beat of pause; presumably Bill giving him an askance look. “Aside from tying ‘em up, yeah? He woulda run off otherwise.”

“Huh.” Bill says, again. More thoughtful now.

The same thing Dipper might have said, if he wasn’t gagged. True, he hasn’t been beaten up for fun, or toyed with, or devoured. But he’d guessed it was to leave him a more presentable statue.

Said Nightmare King must be very close by now, intrigued by the semi-sales pitch - or maybe because there’s a secret. Dipper can feel warmth in front of him, radiating from an unseen source.

Another drumming, fingers on metal. Then, with a hint of a shrug. “Alright. Show me.”

The hood whips off, and Dipper gets a dizzying look at a massive room, black stone bricks and red lines, demons everywhere. Adjusting to the light takes a second, until his eyes land on the shape in front of him.

Dipper blinks a few times - then glares at this jackass.

Bill Cipher, King of Nightmares, conqueror of half the country and weird goddamn asshole, blinks right back.

Dipper’s seen this monster before, though not in person. Cipher’s always on the news. Appearing on TV and in print, whenever he conquers another piece of territory. His pictures are in magazines, photographs in articles, he has a few intimidating ad spots online - he’s everywhere, even on some forms of cash. It’s impossible to avoid this stupid shape.

And wow, none of that is photoshopped, huh. Turns out Bill’s exactly as weird as advertised. Polygonal and golden. Noodly limbs, top hat, everything.

A total, monstrous asshole.

Dipper strains at his bindings, rising up on his knees. Unfortunately, the gag’s still in place, so instead of cursing this jackass out like he wants to, it’s all muffled shouting.

Bill Cipher goes perfectly still. He hovers in place, a motionless midair shape.

His single eye has a split pupil, and it meets Dipper’s own without moving. Or blinking, either, even though it’s been long enough that Dipper gave up trying to match it.

He’s just. Staring.

Which is… honestly getting eerie. The motionless focus, the impenetrable gaze. Not intimidating, of course. But weird.

Dipper drops back with a huff. Great. He’s having zero effect on this guy. Not even annoyance, and he hoped there’d be some.

As a last ‘fuck you’, he lifts his bound hands in Bill’s direction, and flips him off.

Bill’s pupil narrows to a single thin line. He makes a strange, back-of-the-throat sound without any visible neck. Like he’s choking.

“So, uh,” The lizard demon rubs at the back of his neck. Greenish sweat pours down his scales, and he wipes it on his tunic in short swipes. “Do you-”

“Shut up and gimme.” Bill interrupts. He darts forward in a blink of motion, making grabby hands in the direction of Dipper’s face. “Gimme gimme gimme!”

Neither Dipper nor his captor have time to react. Bill simply seizes him by the shoulders, hauling him away from his captors and onto his feet so fast his shoes leave streaks on the floor.

“Mh!” Dipper yells against his gag, stumbling to catch his balance. It isn’t the most eloquent protest, but he hopes the ‘you jerk’ gets across anyway.

While Bill’s hands are relatively small, they’re impossibly strong. His grip on Dipper’s biceps feels close to bruising, slightly shaking in its intensity.

Bill tugs him closer. The bizarre pupil flashes through a series of shapes too rapid to parse. A second later it flips horizontal, sweeping a beam of light up and down Dipper, head to toe.

While it doesn’t feel like anything, Dipper does his best to wriggle away. He hopes it messes with whatever scan this bastard’s doing. He hopes it’s as annoying as this demon is. A kick aimed at one of Bill’s floating legs didn't land, but it was worth a shot.

Bill ignores his struggles. He laughs at the kicks, which deserves more kicking. He wraps those horrible noodle arms around Dipper's biceps like ropes and giggles when Dipper growls at him, flickering side-to-side in weird, glitchy glee.

The sound of his stupid laughter makes Dipper want to fight him all the harder - useless, of course, those arms only look noodly. They’re super-magically powered. But that doesn’t mean he won’t try.

“Oh.” Bill says, lower than before. He draws Dipper close, bringing him almost within headbutting range. “Oh, now this is beautiful.”

“Mh?” Dipper tries to glare to poor effect. Confusion and anger keep jockeying for space in his head, and he’s pretty sure it shows.

And Bill starts laughing, high and loud and wild. He’s glowing now, surface lit from within with a bright golden light.

“Well! Gotta say this is interesting!” Bill pushes him back slightly, at a human-ish arm’s length. Though he still keeps a solid grip on Dipper’s arms , squeezing tight. “But man, this wrapping’s crap! What happened to ribbons on presents, guys?” His eye rolls. “Lemme fix that.”

With that said, he grows a third arm from one of his sides and snaps his fingers.

The cloth of Dipper’s gag parts like it was clipped with scissors. The bindings on his wrists cleave open, the chains on his ankles explode off his socks, and it’s only because Bill’s still holding him upright that Dipper doesn’t fall over out of sheer surprise.

He wipes at his mouth - spitting out threads in the process, he’d really been trying to chew through the gag - and coughs. With his wrists untied, he can flex his fingers and drop his arms to his sides, hands clenched into fists.

Because now he’s… free-ish. For some reason. With Bill holding onto him there’s zero chance of getting away, but still.

Dipper works his jaw a little, to loosen it. Rubs his wrists to ease the low ache. There’s a huge crowd of demons in this immense hall, so. No escape routes, not when the place is packed with monsters like a can of sardines.

Eventually he has to admit he’s wasting time. The big problem is right in front of him, if he can just. Face it.

Taking a deep breath, he turns his head to look at the worst creature in the entire goddamn world.

Bill’s lower eyelid has risen up in a curve, kind of like a smile. Still laser-focused on Dipper’s face, boring into him as if he could see into his soul. Or maybe plotting a laser course through his prefrontal cortex.

But there isn’t any mockery. No taunting or yelling or stupid puns. None of the typical theatrics that you’d see on a news report. Just… more staring.

Dipper clears his throat. He tugs at the collar of his shirt.

The whole room has gone so, so quiet. He didn’t think it could get quieter than before, but that was people glancing at each other, waiting for a chance to leave the crime scene. A hush littered with bits of gossip and gasps, warnings passing between the crowd.

This silence is an indrawn breath. Held in anticipation.

So. Here he is. In front of the greatest, most powerful monster in history, and instead of being a cool dramatic confrontation, with like. Action, or a witty back-and-forth - it’s just awkward.

“Well, sapling?” Bill prompts, eye narrowing. He releases Dipper’s arms only to point directly at his face. Like he's accusing him of something. “Got anything to say for yourself?”

Dipper breathes in deep.

Okay, then. Space to talk? A chance to say whatever he wants?

Yeah. That he can work with.

“Fuck you, Bill.” He spits out the words, putting all the hate in his heart into the venom of his tone. He steps forward, getting right in this asshole’s… face? Surface? Whatever. “I hope you die. In a fire. And that your ugly-ass pyramid falls on you, and you get crushed in the rubble, and - and that your exoskeleton gets melted down for scrap, because you just suck that much.”

Bill… says nothing. No magic twists Dipper into a terrible shape. No pain jolts through his body.

And when Dipper dares to look him in the eye, his face reflects back from the infinite depths of Bill’s pupil, blown wide from the tiny slit of seconds ago. By this point it’s nearly a circle. Which is weird, and kind of intimidating -

But he’s not made of rock yet. Bill hasn’t retaliated, probably because he’s too stunned to react. And fuck him.

“And another thing,” Dipper continues, less steadily now. He didn’t have a speech prepared. But since he’s not dead, hell, might as well make the most of it. “You’re dumb as hell, and I hate you. So much. You’re the worst thing that could ever happen to m-”

Something goes ‘splat’ just beside him, making him flinch. Another wet sound lands nearby, followed by another, and another. A slow patter that builds in pace, rapid and thick.

Dipper stares in horror as literal, throbbing hearts pop up and circle around Bill Cipher’s top hat, spinning in a rapid circle. As more manifest, old ones fall to the floor like the world’s worst rainstorm, spattering red across the stone. Even his pupil is that same friggin’ organ now, pumping away in silhouette.

“Aha. Ha ha!” Bill’s voice raises in pitch with his laughter, and his fingers wiggle in anticipatory glee, just before his arms extend and coil around Dipper’s body, pinning his arms to his sides. “HA HA HA HA HA!”

Dipper opens his mouth to protest. Rather pointless in retrospect, though he does get out a “Hey!” as he’s lifted off the ground.

That stupid heart-rain has stopped, at least. Now it’s just Bill, glowing incredibly bright and giggling like the complete madman he is.

Dipper kicks out in protest, swearing and struggling. Bill’s dumb noodle arms have some give to them, but they’re wrapped tight enough that it doesn’t matter.

“YOU!” Bill’s voice was already loud, but now it resonates. Filling the hall with a boom, ringing against the walls. His eye has blown out to a circle again, and in the depths a few strange, starlike dots glimmer. “Of course it’s YOU! Nothing was gonna keep you away, was it? And now you’re back!”

This is the point where Dipper would protest again. Or threaten, or question or - something.

But it’s pretty hard to get words out when an insane demon is spinning you around like a carnival ride, complete with fireworks overhead.

Below him the crowd cheers, a raucous chorus. He could swear more demons are pouring in by the second into an already packed hall. Lights are going off and on in a strobe, with the pop of fireworks ringing overhead. Music blares from one corner, then another as stereo sound kicks on.

Between the explosions, the lightshow, the noise - Dipper would try to figure out what the hell is going on, if he weren’t trying not to be sick from the spinning.

Bill doesn’t seem to notice any of this, focused on the human he’s captured. Eventually he slows, letting Dipper touch solid ground again Dipper with a glimmer in his eye that instantly makes him wary. Something is up, and he doesn’t know -

“I know just what to do with you, kid.” Bill says, eye narrowing. Two hands come up and cup Dipper’s cheeks, strangely warm - “C’mere!”

Watching Bill’s eyeball drop back into its socket, and the huge, sharp teeth emerge from the mouth where his eye should be, Dipper knows immediately that this. This is how he’s going to die.

Then the eyelids purse into lips, and Bill hauls him in face-first.

“Mmmmwha!” A long, exaggerated sound. Pretty dramatic, really. Bill draws back, eye smiling at Dipper as he squeezes his cheeks with both hands. “Oh man! You have no idea how long I’ve waited for that!”

“Whuh.” Dipper says, intelligently.

Bill cackles, chucking Dipper under the chin, then tickling it with a couple fingers. “Ha! Did one little smooch rock your world?” His eye wiggles, with horrible, terrible implications. “Don’t worry, there’s way more where that came from!”

Dipper reels from the sensation of having his whole face - not eaten, or rearranged, but - His legs totter, but the arms around him keep him upright.

A million questions whirl around. None of them have answers. They simply spin and spin and spin until Dipper’s brain feels blank, like -

Oh. Okay.

Intellectually, Dipper knew that Bill could break minds. He just thought it’d be more gory and torturous. For some reason.

“And as for you-” Bill turns towards the cluster of demons that brought Dipper here, to this weirdo showcase. Under his gaze, even the most terrible monsters cluster together with nervous smiles. “Who’s in charge of your little outfit?”

Tentatively, arm shaking, the leader raises a hand. Bill’s eye snaps to it and he floats in, right in front of the lizard demon’s sweating, scaly face.

Then his lower eyelid rises in that strange emulation of a smile, and he gives him an incredibly hard high-five.

“Alright everyone, listen up!” Bill proclaims, turning towards the crowd. Grabbing the lead captor’s wrist, he raises it up like a winning prizefighter. “These guys get free drinks for the next two millennia!”

A cheer rises up from the crowd. The lizard demon’s mouth purses in a ‘o’ of delight, hands fluttering at his cheeks like a human winning a gameshow. Dipper spends a moment staring at the frankly bizarre site of a group of demons clutching each other like giddy highschoolers, bouncing in a circle.

“You heard it here first, guys! The boy is back!” Bill shouts. He whirls in a full circle, nearly giving Dipper a heart attack. It feels like any moment he’s going to fall, even when he’s wrapped up - “And you know what that means?”

Gasps bubble up from the gathered demons. A susurrus of voices starts, fluttering back and forth in the crowd.

‘Party’, is whispered from one corner. Another careful voice ventures to ask, ‘Party?’. The word repeats, flickering in and out of hearing as it spreads through the crowd. Off in the back a single voice lets out a loud ‘Wooo!’

“That’s right!” Bill is so, so loud, and so, so pleased. He holds Dipper overhead, bouncing him up and down. “Iiiiit’s PARTY TIME!”

An explosion of confetti covers the room. A disco ball drops from the ceiling, music bursts from unseen speakers, and Bill sets his captive down on the floor next to him. His arms uncoil, spinning Dipper around like a top until he thinks he’ll fall-

As the room reels around him, Dipper reaches out for the closest solid surface, leaning on it until the room stops whirling around him.

If the surface happens to be the worst asshole ever, well. He didn’t have any other options.

“Hell, free drinks for everyone tonight!” Bill shouts, to a huge, monstrous cheer from the crowd. Part of the room has transformed into a long bar, and a good third of the demons are already rushing towards it. “Get while the getting’s good, guys!”

Watching the stampede, Dipper’s too surprised to move, until the demon under his elbow does it for him.

“Stick close, sapling. These guys can get pretty rowdy!” Bill says. His metallic surface is warm, not quite hot to the touch. The corner pressing into Dipper’s side, though, that’s annoying. “Don’t want you getting lost again.”

A tight belt wraps around his waist and makes him startle - but it’s just Bill again. A small black hand pats his stomach twice before taking hold of his shirt.

And Dipper’s standing here, not dead. Not a statue, not an experiment. Kind of an offering, maybe, but a weird one. He’s just…

Standing beside Bill goddamn Cipher, unharmed by the most unhinged creature in the universe. And why the fuck is that?

An explanation has to be nearby. A reason. For everything.

Why he’s here. Why he got this reaction. Why this Bill is so not like the Bill on the news, and maybe even why demons are chanting ‘chug chug chug!’ to a monster bodysurfing the crowd, drinking from a bottle the size of his arm.

Dipper feels a glass pressed into his hand, cold with a slender stem. He holds it absentmindedly, glancing around the room and the raucous party kicking up, trying to find sense in the nonsensical.

The hall is huge, so. Fits a party atmosphere, he guesses. Bill himself has one ropy arm warped around his waist, with a grip on his shirt so tight he’s pretty sure it’d tear if he took off running. Behind them is the dais where Bill reigned over the tributes, making each and every decision from his throne -

Dipper does a double-take, glancing back over his shoulder.

A second throne sits next to Bill’s on the dais. Way harder to spot, though; it lies in shadow, unlike the brightly lit rest of the room. The dark grey blends with the shaded light until it nearly matches the black walls. A seat too small for any human-sized person, and too human-shaped for any different kind of person. Instead of either, a painting rests on the seat.

Easing out of Bill’s grasp is impossible, but with effort Dipper manages to twist around for a better look.

The painting is set in a gilded frame with elaborate designs - mostly triangle based, no surprise there - but the picture itself is of a human.

Sitting in the smaller throne is a portrait of a young man. Messy brown hair and a lean build, wearing casual clothes and a faint half smile. His head tilts towards the viewer, as if they just caught his attention. His expression looks like he heard a dumb joke and is ready to retort, amusement shining in his dark brown eyes. Beneath his bangs a series dots and lines in pink stands out, like a strangely shaped… birthmark.

Dipper’s hand flies to his chest. His heart feels like it’s stopped for a second.

No, wait. That can’t-

He whips around, getting a ‘hey!’ from Bill who nearly spills his martini at the motion. Dipper smacks him out of the way, his hat is blocking the view.

Now that he’s spotted them, they’re impossible to miss. One portrait hangs out to the left of the throne, sleepy-eyed and cowlicked hair blinking in the viewer's direction. On the right a shirtless human lounges on a couch, jeans slightly undone. Another hangs from the ceiling of all things, glaring down at Bill’s throne from above like an annoyed god.

Shit. The pictures.

They all look exactly like Dipper.

“Geez, aren’t you squirmy? Ha! Figures!” Bill says, floating closer. When one of his arms loops around Dipper’s neck and he tousles his hair, it meets a man gone still as a statue. “You’re always a pain in the angles! It’s adorable!”

“What the fuck is this.” Dipper can’t even make it a question. His voice is too tense to rise at the end.

Bill’s eye swivels from his face, to the portraits, then back again. It rolls in its socket so far back it comes around again. “You. Duh.”

“How-” No, that’s not the right question. “What- Wh- huh?”

Not his best showing. Words aren’t working right; they fail him along with his usually organized thoughts. Dipper can’t concentrate. His mind filled with too much weird and why and - in an insane section of his brain - an incredulous, really, Bill?

“Oh, that.” Bill says, flicking away dismissively. He gestures over the portraits, the party, and then at himself. His arm makes another loop around Dipper’s neck, loosely draped. “What’s to wonder about? It’s simple!”

“Is it.” Dipper says, flat. He stares forward, even as the arm snakes around and around his torso in two loose loops.

“Absolutely!” Bill’s voice drops as he closes in. Not quiet, but muted enough to not be heard over the party crowd. “See, you got away from me once, kid. And fair enough, that’s what mortals do!” The stem of the martini glass shatters in his grasp, and he drops the remains with a casual flick. “They die on ya!”

Dipper glances at the portrait on the throne, then back to Bill. Tries to swallow, though his mouth feels dry with a sudden, looming realization.

“But there’s no escape this time. Never again.” Bill's eye narrows, so close to Dipper's face it's nearly touching. “Prepare for happily ever after.”

#This is not a oneshot #I actually have a whole plot for this and everything #God help me #Do I have to come up with a title for this? Maybe I'll wait on that #In my docs it's called marrying the grief-mad demon scourge but I'll probably pick something Punny #As is my fashion

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soliloqst · 2 months ago

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MC's Birthday

How would MC spend their birthday with the dateables? +non dateables

PART I (Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan)

Lucifer

Breakfast in bed, personally prepared by the man himself. He wakes you up gently, putting the tray of your favorite breakfast on the bedside table. KIssing your forehead and waking you up with a soft voice, if you didn't wake up he'd just play with your hair softly kissing it.

You wake up, the sight of Lucifer sitting next to you and gently touching you put a smile on your face. "Good Morning, Luci." You sit up to face him properly.

"Happy Birthday, my love." He kisses your hand, handing you the tray of breakfast that he prepared especially for you. "What's this?" you chuckle, "did you prepare it for me?" He nodded, "Of course, it's your birthday MC. This is my way of saying thank you for being born."

You take a bite of the food he prepared, it was delicious. It tasted oddly like home. Nothing like the food in devildom, but it tasted human. "Did you ask Barbatos for help?"

Avoiding your question, he cleared his throat. He didn't want to admit taking up lessons for a week to get a satisfying reaction from you. "Anyways, I have some plans for us today. I reassigned your chores to the others, they agreed it would be their way of thanking you and letting you enjoy your day."

"You will have my full attention, you won't need to worry about me going off somewhere to work. And you won't have to worry about my brothers either."

Lucifer looked a little too invested in explaining his efforts for you, you appreciate it all. Every second of it. But you wanted him to pay attention to you, so you took a piece of your breakfast and held up the spoon in front of him.

"Eat." Lucifer was taken aback, but he ate it anyway since it came from you.

But before he could say anything to you, you kiss him.

"Thank you, I appreciate it."

"Mc, you are being adorable." He holds your wrist and pulls you close to him, you try to move away but he kisses the corner of your lips.

"Patience, my love, you'll get your present later tonight."

Mammon

Prepare to be spoiled. Mammon loves his money, his riches, his valuables. But there's nothing more valuable to him than you are.

Your day starts off normally, the brothers made you breakfast and they planned a small dinner at the House of Lamentation. You were just hanging out in your room when all of a sudden it burst open. Mammon stood behind the door, looking rather embarrassed.

"Yo! C'mere." He signals for you to come to him. You get up, and as you walk closer you see that he's holding something behind him. His face was flushed, trying to avoid your eyes.

"Be grateful, MC! The Great Mammon prepared something for you." He brings out what he was hiding, it was a present. Badly wrapped, but it was a present.

You burst in laughter, "Did you wrap this? Hehe.." You chuckle to yourself a little more. "I can almost see what's inside, dummy!"

"Urgh... He, hey! Don't make fun of it and just open it." You open the present without hesitation. It's that stuffed toy you've been wanting. When did he get this?

"This demon right here will treat you to anything today. So don't hold back and tell me what you want. I'll get it for ya." He smirks, his thumb pointing to himself.

You were waiting for a voice down the hall to call Mammon's name furiously for not paying him. but surprisingly it was quiet. "Did you rob a bank?" You look at him seriously.

"Wha? NO?? Why would I?? I scam people, not rob them!"

"This stuff toy costs thrice my allowance. So how did you buy it?"

"I may or may not have taken a part time job.." His voice grows quieter as he mentions part-time job. "What?" You smile, holding the plush in your arms tighter.

"Hehe the avatar of greed himself saved up just for me." You tease, Mammon was embarrassed. He didn't even bother to hide it anymore, he was looking at you straight in the eyes while blushing.

"Yeah that's right... I saved up money because I wanted to treat you today.. Happy Birthday. You're my favorite human y'know that?" You were stunned, okay maybe it's time to stop teasing him. He looked so honest. You pat his head and ruffle his hair, "Thankyou, dummy. I love you!"

Leviathan

Your birthday just HAD to fall on the same day as one of his oshi's. But well, you knew that he would never miss it. This was your first year of dating, so you had hoped a little that it might be different.

Well to no surprise, although to some disappointment. It was already lunch time and you haven't seen him yet. In the dining area, it was only you, Asmo, Beel, and Mammon eating lunch together. The others were busy.

"Have any one of you guys seen Levi today?" You ask, they all shake their head. "Maybe he just stayed up late last night making some weird merchandise for that one character's birthday." Mammon replied.

Asmodeus teased, "I'm surprised you know him so well Mammon ♡" his hand over his mouth as he ate. "That's just how Levi is." Beel agreed, munching down on his mountain of a breakfast.

"Oh.. well I hope i see him later for the dinner party."

A few hours pass by, still no sign of Levi. Is he really going to miss out on your birthday? Ugh you knew he'd choose his oshi over you. Getting a little frustrated, you walk pass his door and stop infront of it.

Without a second thought, "LEVIATHAN!!" you kicked open the door.

"G, Gahh! MC???" He was hunched over on the floor, trying to hide something, Pieces of fabric were lying there, as well as some glue and buttons,

"I knew it! You were making merchandise for your oshi's birthday.." You confront him, walking towards what he was hiding.

"NO, wait! You're not allowed to see this!" His face grew pale, you shove him aside revealing what he was hiding.

It was a mini nuigurumi (doll) of you and him. His plush was holding a cake, and his hand was halfway stitched to yours.

"AHAASDJSAKDSJAKDSAJD NO NO NO NO!!!" He tried to steal the dolls before you could take it but nope you were just faster.

You take out your phone, "MC What are you doing haha...?" You open your camera app and take a picture of it. WIth Levi in the background looking pitiful.

"Hey!!" He snatches the dolls out of your hand and hides it in his jacket. "Now that you've seen it you probably don't want it anymore right? Ugh, what was I thinking i never should've made this. I even stayed up for it, ugh why am I such a loser?"

You notice his hands full of bandaids, looking at the picture again you could tell it was made with time and patience. Effort most of all. YOu sit next to him, forcing him to face you.

"I love it, thanks." You smile and kiss him on the forehead. His face warms up, blushing all over from his head to his hands. "Uwaaah i just experienced a once in a lifetime chance forehead kiss from MC, MC THEMSELVES?? OH MY GOD AM I DREAMING. This feels just like that one scene from last night's anime title--"

"Mwah ♡"

He falls over, that sudden kiss to his cheek dangerously close to his lips made his system crash. "L, Levi? Sorry was that too much?" You poke his cheek, no response.

"Uwaaaahh... you're ttoo mucshh emshee" there was steam coming out of his head, his eyes literally became spirals.

Satan

Satan isn't a showy romantic, he likes spending time with you alone and keeping it low-key. He takes you to your favorite places around devildom, ate together at a cat-cafe and went to his room and read.

"MC, are you sure this isn't boring you? Maybe you'd like to do some..thing..?" He notices you weren't replying, and your book hasn't turned a page in a while.

"Oh..." He looks over and realizes you've fallen asleep on him as you laid on the couch reading together. To be fair, it was raining outside and the music Satan put on could put out anyone to sleep.

He smiles softly and puts his book down, holding you close and falling to sleep.

You wake up, it was already 5 PM. Your comfy pillow wasn't under you anymore and you found yourself resting on a normal pillow with a comfy blanket over you. You look around the room, Satan wasn't anywhere to be found.

Stretching your arms, you decided to get up and walking around Satan's room. Being careful as to not touch any cursed books that might kill you.

A particular book catches your eye. It was hidden well amongst the other books, but this one looked different. It was wrapped in newspaper and tied together, a letter was slipped in as well.

"To MC, Happy Birthday." The letter wrote. You open the present, rationalizing that it's yours. Excitement took you over as it revealed to be a thick book with the edges of the paper in your favorite color.

You flip to a random page.

"To the human I adore,

I don't always have the words- despite how much I read. I get mad often, I say stupid things, and sometimes I've pushed you away when I feel bad. But today, on your birthday. I want to slow down, breathe, and say what's real.

I love you

Stupidly, fiercely, madly, and completely.

You've seen the worst parts of me, endured my worst traits, embraced my flaws. You stayed when nobody else would, you stayed when the others would tell you to run, you calmed my storm.

Your voice calms my heart. I've never believed in peace until you gave it to me without asking for anything in return. I can't always read you like a book, but you're the kind of story that never gets old. You hold a special place in my heart.

Today's your day, but compared to this the gift you give me everyday can't compare.

i don't say it enough, but i am so lucky to be chosen by you. I am so lucky to be loved by you.

So here's to your warm smile, your loving heart, you.

Forever yours (even when I become a pain in the ass),

- Satan."

The door unlocks, you almost drop the book but you managed to save it.

"MC?" He looks at what's in your arms, "looks like you found my gift." He sighs with a smile, walking over to you. "I wanted to save it until your dinner party, you shouldn't have opened it."

"I love it, Satan. I love it so much!"

"Happy Birthday."

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(Part II coming soon...)

#obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me lucifer #obey me luci x mc #obey me luci x reader #obey me mammon #obey me levi x mc #obey me leviathan #obey me levi x reader #obey me satan #obey me fanfic #obey me fandom

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rae-writes · 1 year ago

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An Angel?

om demons x reader (+Simeon, Solomon, Mephi, Raph)

wc : 2.k

warnings : more simping bois, more humor, a lot more sprinkles of suggestive comments

synopsis : a deviltok trend has the boys on their knees for you, part two: electric boogaloo

a/n : for the record, Luke was in the room while Mc was making it, cheering them on, doing his cute little “Waahhh!” // idea brought to me by the lovely [your-next-daydream] // AND, as usual, let’s not talk about how ridiculously long this took me to finish ahaha rip me-

demon ver.

<Simeon> Mc looks rather...heavenly, don’t you agree?

[attachment sent]

Intrigued, he wasted no time in clicking on the file, grinning when he realized it was one of your deviltoks. Decked out in your RAD uniform, you sat in a chair with your hands clasped together.

“Who are you?”

Smoothly, almost as if you were floating, you stood and took a few steps towards the camera with a rather shy smile.

“An angel.”

You bowed ever so slightly, flitting your gaze to the floor.

“What’s your name?”

You spun suddenly, sending your red accessory swooshing in front of the camera, covering everything from view.

“Michael.”

As fast as the transition happened, it ended; the view was cleared to reveal you— angelic down to a T and beautiful wasn’t even enough to describe you.

You were adorned with sheer, white clothing that was loose and flowy, probably swaying due to a fan that was off camera. Light blue accents were scattered here and there- including an extension piece in your hair of the same color. Sparkling gold accessories glinted under the light, but not as much as the halo that hovered above your head. It was a gorgeous molten gold tint, partly transparent with glitter floating around inside (with a few cracks decorating the outside of it). It only brought attention to the snowy wings spanning out behind you, flecks of iridescent scattered amongst the feathers.

[9 people saved a video attachment]

Lucifer

Ah. Yes. He’s not combusting on the inside, not at all.

*insert internal screaming*

Ahem. Now that his jaw has been picked up off the floor, he is immediately wondering how the fuck Simeon of all people got access to the video before him

Don’t get him wrong though, he is on the way right now- leave the door open, Mc

He has to put his marks all over your body to get rid of the fact that you looked that pretty while using Michael’s name

Possessive urges aside, please keep the outfit on

Does not care if you’re dressed up like an Angel, he will gladly corrupt you

In fact, he wants to corrupt you- let him see that pact mark of his while you look so angelic, yeah?

might be into role playing it if you’d like

Mammon

Blinks a couple times before looking around slowly; poor boy really thought he’d been yeeted back to the celestial realm for a minute there

It’s all quiet before suddenly everyone in the house (and probably outside) hears “HOLY FUCK WHAT”

You never cease to amaze him, by the devils, is he in love

The blush on his face- if he was anything other than a demon- would look severely concerning. Like no, it’s not a red beacon of light, it’s just him coming through the halls

Is creepin outside ya door practically on his knees. Please let him in. His greed is flared and you’re the only cure even if you’re also the reason

He is dying to have a diy photo shoot of the two of you in your angel fit

Step on him. Do it- it’s the perfect angle, the shot comes out beautifully and he is putting it right in his wallet once it’s developed

Will step on you in return if you ask

You’ll let him kiss all over your body, wontcha, Mc? (he’ll even be gentle with his fangs when he nibbles around that golden necklace you’ve got on)

Levi

*cue his very nervous yet giddy laughter*

This is just like that anime he saw last week called ‘Help! My human s/o just turned into an Angel but I’m a demon and actually kind of into this?!”

Seriously though, you look so beautiful, Levi was immediately down in the floor with his face covered and tail wagging

Please allow 3-4 business months before he can recover

Jk lol he’s hovering in your doorway before you you can even click on his contact

Shyly asks if he can touch your halo and wings (and ends up with his tail wrapped around you, knocking you side to side because it’s still attempting to wag)

Unlike the eldest brother, Levi practically begs you to roleplay this with him and have a cosplay photoshoot

Will shamelessly keep you to himself for the rest of the day and hiss at everyone who gets too close

Please sit on him and call him mean names while also holding him sweetly

Satan

Sign him tf up- he’s got a pen at the ready

Irony aside, Satan thinks you look absolutely stunning— straight out of a fairy tale

Irony not aside, Satan is actually so into this and craves to play it out with you

He was never an Angel to begin with, he was born a demon; just thinking about making your ivory wings turn black makes him excited

Satan understands it’s just a simple spell you’ve casted so he won’t get too out of sorts (but if you like it, then what’s the harm?)

Wants to read a forbidden love trope book and maybe act out some of the scenes while you’re still dressed like that

The hopeless romantic in him is front and center the entire time

If you think he’s gonna let you go now, you’re sorely mistaken— let his brothers try and take you away

He’s got tons of scenarios to act out if you can handle him

Asmo

That weird high pitched sound you hear from across the house that should be something only dogs can hear? Yeah that’s Asmo squealing

Posting your video EVERYWHERE bc everyone needs to see how fucking gorgeous you look

You can hear his footsteps from a mile away as he hurries to your room

He MUST see your outfit in person ASAP

Azzy. Is. So. Fucking. Down. For. This. Shit. He thinks he’s dreamed about this once actually

Please let him just examine every inch of you, he’s begging

Once again his camera is out and ready for a photoshoot and his demon form is out right alongside it

He will be keeping you for the next 24-48 hours thanks

Beel

Choked. Again.

Don’t be alarmed by the loud rumbling sound— it’s not Beel’s stomach for once, but instead a growl

He didn’t mean to make that sound but you just look so— and he just— and you— and and— A a a A A

Has that cute little blush plastered over his face all. day.

Might be tempted- or actually try- to take a bite out of your halo or something else ifykyk

Rewatches the video at least ten times because you're just. Wow. Wow. W O W.

Is now in the mood to eat some celestial realm food with you

though his appetite is half for food and half for you

Pls don’t mind his staring or the way he’s probably drooling a bit, he can’t help it :(

Belphie

“...wait, what?”

Lays there staring at the ceiling for a moment bc PHEW you got him sweating and he hasn’t even moved yet-

Manages a straight face all the way until he enters your room and sees the outfits in person

To which he is, once again, dropping right at your feet with a look of ‘PLEASE’

He needs a whole ass minute or two to catch his breath from how fucking gorgeous you look and then he needs another whole ass minute or two to scan you over again

Please sit on him

Is uncharacteristically stuttering through every sentence— how can he possibly concentrate on stupid words in these [amazing] conditions?!

Gatekeeping you AGAIN

Underneath you the entire. time.

Barbatos

*windows shutdown*

*windows restart*

…aaand we’re back ladies and gentlemen and every cool dude in between but Barbatos is still fucking astonished— absolutely flabbergasted at how badly he’s got it for you

He dropped everything he was carrying in that moment and swiftly picked it back up, hoping no one saw

Diavolo saw. He recorded the entire thing and sent it to you, zooming in on Barbatos’ blush

There’s just something primal in him that makes him want to sink his teeth into you and coil his tail around your body so that you won’t be able to go anywhere else until he lets you

Everyone be damned, Barb will be having you to himself for the entire night

Will also run his fingers along the faux wings and halo before he absolutely ruins you until the magic dissipates

He is…totally normal about the entire thing..

Diavolo

His father help him— Diavolo is so incredibly thankful for the exchange program

Is OUT of the castle at mach speed before Barbatos can even say otherwise

And then he’s speeding right back and summoning you to him instead so he can have you to himself

Mans is kneeling at your fucking feet the second he lays eyes on you

And while it isn’t ‘proper’ for someone who wants unity between all three realms to want to corrupt you—

—he does. So badly. He thinks he might even beg you for it

Also wants to take a picture of the two of you with him in his demon form (it’s the it picture for weeks after he posts it)

Cannot stop looking at your halo; please let him touch it

(If you slowly begin altering your wings to bleed black, he’s practically foaming at the mouth—)

bonus:

Simeon

*sharp inhale* . . . *yeets halo*

He deadass forgets he’s an Angel himself for a few minutes bc he’s too busy simping fawning over you

God who?? Like get tf outta the way, beep beep, archangel on a mission comin through

Is begging as soon as he steps foot through your door. Please, please let him touch you and explore— he should be ashamed with how unabashed he is but fuck look at you

Will let his own wings out just so you can compare your angels forms (melted on the spot when you brushed your wings against his)

Honestly can’t decide if he wants you to corrupt him or if he wants to corrupt you…or both at the same time

He’s not sharing you. Not now. Not like this.

You may look like an angel, and he may be an angel, but he won’t treat you like one tonight

If you do the fancy trick of letting your wings turn black, he’s completely bowing down to whatever you wish right then and there

Solomon

Kinda forgot he was immortal for a split second and wondered if he’d either died or accidentally traveled to the celestial realm

Gains his bearings rather quickly, but the hold you have on him is still very much there

And he’d like you to have a hold around his throat— what? Who said that??

His pretty little blush where he averts his eyes all nervously? YEAH THAT

He’s taken aback for a couple moments before his usual shit eating grin comes back but that blush? Still there.

Backs you against a wall, in a corner, and let’s his hands roam with a small laugh, quietly asking how you manage to make him lose composure so easily

Is so soft and sweet for a minute before his eyes darken and that SEXY smirk crawls onto his face

Plucks that halo right from above your head and tosses it behind his shoulder because how could he possibly do what he has planned if you’re an angel?

Makes your wings bloom black himself (and challenges how long you can handle him)

extra little bonus:

Mephisto

Simply raises a brow and wonders why the hell his body got so hot all the sudden

Ignores the video for a couple hours until he realizes he can’t stop fucking thinking about it

Promptly decides he’s going to go straight to you and demand how dare you invade his thoughts like this

And then promptly decides he’d rather just revert to using his hands instead when the sight of you makes his mouth dry and water at the same time

Will take it upon himself, right then, to corrupt you

Because there’s no way in the seven rings of hell he’s letting you switch sides and he’ll break the magic you’re using as proof

After though *cough cough* he will bashfully tell you how gorgeous you looked…

Raphael

Let me tell you, mans was not ready

Like if you’ve seen the video of the person with a stacked ass on the stretcher being carried by and the news reporter’s face afterwards, that’s Raphael.

Luke takes a picture of his expression and makes a meme

Won’t address it until the very next day, stiffly telling you that your outfit was very pleasing to the eye (he thinks you’re drop dead gorgeous, okay, he’s just struggling)

If you offer to show him in person, he is ascending right back home. Won’t deny, though. Like please do.

In awe for the whole experience

And blushes an alluring deep shade if you show him some ‘corruption’ tricks you have up your sleeve

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harunayuuka2060 · 1 month ago

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Solomon: This is more complicated than I thought.

Solomon: *tried to see if he could drag MC through the Dark Mirror or open a portal himself to teleport them back to the Devildom, but it only worked for him and Luke*

Luke: So, MC is really trapped here?

MC: Fortunately, it's not the case for you, Luke. *smiles in relief*

Luke: What’s the point of that if we can’t bring you back home?!

MC: Luke, calm down...

Solomon: Don’t worry, Luke. MC and I have experienced this before. I’m sure we just need to meet certain conditions for them to be able to return.

Solomon: What do you think about my suggestion?

Crowley: I am uncertain whether I should entrust the education of Night Raven College's esteemed students to an outsider from another world.

Solomon: *chuckles* I'm only going to share a tiny bit of my knowledge.

MC: You're making a mistake if you pass up this chance, Headmage. Solomon is the most powerful and talented sorcerer ever. Since I’m his apprentice, I know firsthand how skilled he truly is, and I can confirm it.

Crowley: Hmm... *smiles; finally convinced*

Crowley: Very well. If you insist, it would be most ungracious of me to decline such a generous offer from my dearest Prefect.

MC: Thank you, headmage.

Luke: Eh? You'll be working as a teacher?

Solomon: Only for the meantime.

Grim: *eating the snacks from Devildom* Are you good?

Solomon: Do you want a demonstration?

Grim: ...

Grim: No.

MC: *chuckles*

Luke: Hey, Grim, those snacks are not for you.

Grim: Hench-human gave them to me myahaha!

MC: *still checking the things from the bag*

MC: Hmm... Manga, cosmetics, clothes, pillows, knives...

MC: ...

MC: Whose grimoire is this?

Solomon: Mammon sent his grimoire?

MC: Yes. *sigh*

Solomon: ...

Solomon: MC, why don't you try using it?

MC: ...

MC: Wait.

Solomon: *smiles*

MC: ...

Ace: Uh... What are they doing?

MC: *reading the contents of the grimoire*

Solomon: They will try to summon their first-ever demon.

Ace: Huh? They can do that?

Solomon: *chuckles* Of course, any human can summon a demon—but if it's done incorrectly, there can be dangerous consequences.

Ace: ...

Ace: That's scary.

MC: ...

MC: Hear me, denizens of darkness, you who are born of shadow and you who give birth to it. Hear me and do as I command! I, MC, call upon you to send forth one of your number! I summon the Avatar of Greed!

MC: Mammon!

*The grimoire glows.*

Ace: ...

Solomon: *smiles*

MC: ...

*The grimoire stops glowing, yet Mammon hasn't appeared yet.*

Ace: ...What happened?

Solomon: ...

Solomon: It seems like it failed.

MC: *just before they start feeling disappointed in themselves*

Mammon: *falling from the sky* AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!

MC: !!!

Mammon: *noticed MC* Wha—

MC: Mammon! *runs to catch him*

Ace: Oi, Prefect! You'll get hurt—

MC: Oof—

Solomon: *laughs*

Mammon: Ow... Can't you catch me any better?

MC: *chuckles* No, and I won't be catching you next time.

Mammon: ...

Mammon: *hugs them*

MC: ...

MC: *hugs him back* Good thinking, Mammon.

Mammon: Ha! Of course! I'm the Great Mammon!

#twisted wonderland #obey me mc #obey me mammon #obey me solomon #obey me luke #twst ace #twst grim #twst crowley #twst x obey me

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kewpiekitty · 5 days ago

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Hello! Request idea if you wanna! I was thinking how about the obey me boys in a situationship with (she/her) MC? Like sneaking around, not official ^^ what if someone else finds out/walks in? Sfw and nsfw if you're feeling the prompt. Idk, have fun!

The three charactors i was thinking are Mammon, Satan, and Solomon :)

.ᐟ can you keep a secret ? .ᐟ

hello anon !! i love this idea y'all are so creative !! and thank you so much for reading my new rule ;o; !! i am happy to fill out this request and please let me know if you had a different idea for something !! i haven't really getten to see solomon in action yet so i have no idea how he acts. due to this i'll only be doing sfw headcanons for him !! i'm sorry if he's a bit ooc !! :(

content: female reader, nsfw after the cut, semi-public stuff, situationships, markings, sort of sub! mammon, and use of "mommy".

a/n: this is both sfw and nsfw but i still don't want minors interacting with it because you'll still see the nsfw stuff !

⋆⁺₊⋆ sfw ! ⋆⁺₊⋆

mammon would definitely be the worst at having a situationship with you. he wants you all to himself and having to hide and sneak around drives him crazy !!

you haven't made it official yet because he wasn't sure how his brother's would react. specifically leviathan because...well he is the avatar of envy sooo.

his greed would get you close to getting caught multiple times. he craves your touches and kisses and basically any attention he can get from you.

the first time you almost got caught was when you went to hell's kitchen for a secret date. you said that it was wayyy too risky but he assured you no one would see you.

it just so happened that beel wanted to go there for lunch as well. luckily he was too distracted by looking at the menu to notice the two of you sneaking out the door and running away.

from then on you guys agreed that you wouldn't go out to eat together (in the open) until you became official.

he loves getting you gifts and pretty things, so when he comes home with new objects and gifts for you, none of the brothers really take notice.

when you're both in school he'll make sure no one is looking before he grabs your books and walks you to your next class.

when he's doing photo shoot he takes you with him so you can see him "in all his glory." after he finishes he takes you out to eat to get you favorite food !

he loves taking you to the casino with him because of course he'd love to combine his two favorite things ! you and money ! you can be more careless here since his brother's don't go there often.

he'll rent out a whole movie theater just so you two can be unseen (and alone) while watching whatever movies you choose !!

⋆⁺₊⋆ nsfw ! ⋆⁺₊⋆

it kills mammon when he sees you in your school uniform and all the other demons stare at you. he hates having to keep your relationship a secret. his jealousy could put levi to shame.

when you two get any kind of alone time he leaves marks all over your body. on your thighs, your breasts, just below your collarbone so it isn't noticeable, anywhere that can be covered by clothing.

he seems like the type to buy you a remote control vibrator. shoving it inside of you before you're on your way to class or doing anything that doesn't include being with him. he loves starting out slow and increasing the speed throughout the day, making you cum over and over again, even in public.

he jerks off to the thought of cumming inside of you and all over you, covering you in his scent so everyone knows that you belong to him.

he will most definitely beg for you. he isn't the avatar of pride so he doesn't care about begging. as long as he gets his fill of fucking you he doesn't care what he has to do.

also when he's in his demon form he loves when you play with his horns. i feel like he'd be somewhat of a masochist so he'd like you tugging on them sort of rough.

being such a greedy bastard he loves hearing the delicious sounds you make when he fingers you. he shoves his long fingers inside of you multiple times just to hear the little whimpers you let out.

unfortunately you both get caught when levi walks into the room yelling at mammon to give his figurine back. his jealousy radiating off of him when he sees mammon balls deep inside of you.

Mammon sits on his knees in front of you with tears collecting on his eyelashes. His forehead covered in sweat and a tent forming in his pants.

"please baby, i need your help. i need it more than anything right now." There's a slight quiver in his voice and it sends a wave of shock straight to your tummy. You get up from your bed and stand in front of him, cupping his face with your hand. "oh my sweet boy, i know you need it." Your sweet tone gives him hope that finally he'll be able to use you the way he's been dreaming of.

You step aside and point to the bed. "Take your pants off and get on the bed honey." He gets off his knees and fidgets with his belt buckle allowng his pants to fall and pool around his ankles. He throws himself on the bed and lays back allowing you to see his body in all of its glory. You get onto the bed and throw your leg over his body. Positioning yourself right on top of him and beginning to move your hips back and forth. His lips part, trying to tell you to how badly he needs you. How bad he needs to be inside of you. Yet the only thing that makes it past his lips is "mommy please. i need you so badly. i need to feel your pretty pussy."

His words go straight to your already burning core, making it feel like lava is inside your tummy. With that you force your hips down, plunging his thick cock inside of you. The feeling of your pussy swallowing him whole is already enough to make him shoot his load, but he wants, no he needs to make you cum before he does. He thrusts his hips up. His cock going deep inside of you and making you feel so full. He continues slamming into you with a fast pace, getting you close and closer to your release. The knot in your tummy growing tighter. Mammon thrusts into you like a feral animal, chasing his own release. Before the two of you can finish the door slams open, the knob hitting the wall.

"MAMMON YOU NEED TO GIVE ME BACK MY PRIZED FIGURINE IT─" Levi stood at the entrance of the door staring at the sinful sight in front of him.

Your body on top of Mammon's, his throbbing dick balls deep inside of you. All you can manage to do is hide your face in the crook of mammon's neck. Apologizing to Levi over and over, begging him not to tell anyone of the things he saw.

⋆⁺₊⋆ sfw ! ⋆⁺₊⋆

satan would probably be the best at dealing with your situationship. he sticks to himself a lot so the brothers aren't suprised when he's cooped up in his room.

due to this fact it's quite easy for the two of you to spend a lot of time together.

he is very careful with your guys relationship. whether it was your idea or his to keep it a secret he makes sure it stays that way. there has only been one time where you almost got caught and that was when you were under his desk.

if you two had been caught, anyone who was thinking of sayinganything would quickly shut up due to not wanting for fel his unrelenting anger.

even though he has a confident demeanor he's still quite insecure and being in this secret relationship worries him. he always gets scared that you'll realize you're too good for him or you deserve better than being hidden. but his worries melt away when you lay in his bed with him, arms wrapped around his neck and playing with his hair.

he doesn’t really get too jealous at the thought of others being around you. he does however get extremely mad when he physically sees another demon trying to ask you out. sure no one knows you two are actually together but the doesn’t mean anything to him.

he’ll take you to all of his favorite places without any worry. since all of his brothers think those places are too boring

you love going to those places with him though because it’s where you can really see his vulnerable side shine through.

you both go to the pound to see all of the kitties. you definitely need to stop him from being one home though. cause it usually turns into more than one

his favorite dates to have with you would be getting coffee and then going to see cats at the adoption center!

satan is already very quiet so you wouldn’t talk much when you’re home together with the brothers around. this wouldn’t really make them question anything.

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when you two are spending time together in his room and he hears someone knock on his door he pushes you under his desk to hide you.(may not be canon that he has a desk but he loves reading so i feel like it makes sense) you definitely unbutton his pants and start sucking him off while he talks.

he would either be able to keep his cool entirely or he would get both of you caught, no in between.

his brain melts when he walks into his room seeing you on his bed with cat ears on and a tail plug stuffed inside of you. (he'll be a stuttering mess)

he’d want to reenact the kind of things you like in romance novels or smut books. going slow and passionate, rough and fast, doggy style, missionary, any of it.

his favorite would would be slow missionary though. because he gets to see your face all red and blissful, hearing you beg him to go faster and deeper. of course he’d oblige because he can’t say no to you.

you two wouldn’t get caught while doing anything because he knows how to fuck you so well that you barely can form a sentence.

i doubt there’d be any reason for his bothers to walk into his room. they call him boring for a reason so you two basically have a free pass to do anything.

⋆⁺₊⋆ sfw ! ⋆⁺₊⋆

solomon is really heartbroken that you asked to keep things secret for awhile. but of course he would because he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable. besides if you asked for this then there must be a good reason right?

he knew that some had thought of him as shady so maybe that is the reason why you don't want anyone knowing you were fooling around with him.

he's definitely worried at first, keeping himself up late into the night thinking about why you would possibly not want to show your love off to everyone in the devildom.

his fear only grew with each interaction you had with the demon brothers. he worried maybe they could protect you far better than he ever could.

when you see him again the next day you see the look of dismay clear as day on his face. he shares his worries with you, his fears taking over his mind and making it hard for him to feel motivated to do things.

his confession breaks your heart and you hold him close, promising him that you aren't ashamed of him. you aren't worried about what other people think of him.

for the rest of the day you stay in his dorm holding him and kissing him, watching his favorite movie to make him feel better.

he loves when you come to his dorm room, his eyes light up with excitement as soon as he sees you.

since you both don't go out together too much he wants to make every visit with you special. he'll cook for you and put on a romantic movie for the both of you.

he stays up late at night writing you detailed letters about all of the things he loves about you. the next day he gently puts them in your locker.

you two don't get to hang out as often as you'd like because the brothers would start questioning where you go everyday.

not that you care about that, you just don't want them bombard solomon with questions about how, when, or why you both started dating.

on your days off you sneak to his dorm bringing his favorite food that you cooked for him.

i like to think that no one would find out until you both stopped caring and go out on a real date !

#pretty.kitty.writes !#obey me #obey me mammon #x reader #obey me x reader #obey me satan #obey me solomon #obey me smut #obey me headcanons

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blackmoonowl · 5 months ago

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prompt 27 with mammon if i may

"𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦!"

ꨄ Pairing: Mammon x reader

ꨄ Summary: Jealous Mammon hours.

ꨄ Word Count: 1302 words

Mammon could give Leviathan a run for his money when it came to jealousy. Well, over you, anyway.

So, when he had the chance to pull you away to an event, just together, he took it without thinking. The avatar of Greed knocked on your door multiple times.

"Oi, human!" The demon called out, opening the door without waiting for a reply. You had just gotten ready when he practically burst through the door.

"Yeah, yeah." You grumbled as you put on your shoes, walking over to him. "So, what's the big deal, you're going out to gamble again and need a cover from Lucifer?"

"Oi, I don't need a human protectin' me from Lucifer. The great Mammon does just fine on his own!" Mammon's cheeks heated up as he huffed, averting his gaze. "We're goin' out on the town, you and me."

"So, you earned some money with your schemes?" You teased, giving him a little nudge as you followed him out into the hall. Mammon rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses, shrugging off your comment. He had to get you out of the house without his brothers noticing. Luckily, he had taken care of it already. Sneaking out wouldn't be the hard part.

"Say what ya want, but the Great Mammon invited you, and ya can't say no! Now c'mon before the others find out we're goin' out. I ain't in the mood to have 'em tag along."

"Where are we even going?" You questioned as Mammon kept his eyes peeled, tuned into the silence around the house.

"I ain't tellin', it's a surprise," was all you got as a reply from him. Mammon unlocked the front door, ushering you out before following you and shutting the door again, Mission successful, he had you all to himself tonight.

Although it was always dark in the Devildom, the nights were much darker. Your footsteps sounded steady next to his. Despite the lack of light, Mammon still wore his sunglasses, his eyes safely hidden behind them. He had mustered up the courage to demand you hold his hand, so you wouldn't get lost. Mammon knew you didn't buy that excuse; you had been to the Devildom quite often after all. The avatar of greed swallowed thickly as he glanced down to where your fingers were laced with his. The club he'd been meaning to visit with you wasn't too far away. But with his heart practically beating out of his chest, it felt like forever.

When he finally stepped foot in the building, among the flashing lights and loud music, he nearly felt at home. Demons were drinking, dancing and flirting among each other.

"This is what you wanted to show me?" You questioned, glancing around the space. Mammon stood proud beside you, nodding excitedly.

"Yeah, this place just opened a couple weeks back, figured I might as well show ya," he grinned as he put his arm around your shoulder. "Just you and me, without any of my annoyin' brothers here to bother us."

"I guess it has its charm," you mumbled, your voice barely audible over the music. "I'll give it a shot."

Mammon grinned when you gave in. "I knew ya would cave. I know what you like, bein' your first and all!"

You shot him a look at that comment. You had gotten used to it at this point, but it still caught you off guard every now and then. Mammon didn't seem bothered in the slightest, flashing you a grin before disappearing into the crowd, likely to get the both of you some drinks.

You decided to quickly head to the bathroom, seeing as Mammon would probably keep every second of your time occupied once he came back. It was less crowded there, making you feel more at ease.

Once you exited the bathroom and made your way to the main area, you almost ran into another demon. He looked properly buzzed, a glass of demonus held in his hand. The demon took a moment to stabilize himself, flashing you a grin as you awkwardly walked past him, stumbling over your feet in the commotion.

"Whoa there, easy," he chuckled, leaning on the doorframe for extra support, catching your arm so he could gently hoist you back up. He seemed clearly interested, yet there was no real malicious intent in his demeanour.

"Thanks, sorry about that, didn't see you there," you muttered, slightly embarrassed. The demon shook his head, smiling still.

"Don't sweat it, though I'd like to think I'm hard to miss." He gave you a wink and brushed his hand through his dark hair, causing you to snort slightly. The demon peered at you with narrowed eyes. "Wait a minute... I recognize you. You're that human, aren't ya?"

"In the flesh," you responded, causing him to smile wider. The demon shook his head slightly.

"How'd I not notice that sooner.. lucky me, you're like a celebrity out here," the demon mumbled, looking at his empty cup. "Hey, how about I buy you a drink. Y'know, for peace sake and all that."

You didn't get a chance to respond when you heard someone clear their throat behind you. There stood Mammon, looking like he could just fly at the other demon. Your smile faded; this wasn't going to end well.

"Oi, whaddya think you're doin', this is my human, go get your own!" Were the first words that came out of Mammon's mouth. The demon you had been talking to raised his brow, still leaned on the doorframe.

"Damn, I didn't know humans could be owned, last time I checked you're the one on a leash," the demon grinned. That only seemed to anger Mammon further as he stood right behind you now, allowing you feel his hot breath on your ear.

"Oh now you're really in for it! Don't ya know who I am?" Mammon snapped, placing his hand on your shoulder to try and nudge you aside. Although you were much weaker as a human, you stayed put, pushing back.

The other demon opened his mouth to speak but you shot him a look, and he wisely kept his words to himself. Mammon was still pissed, though. When you wouldn't budge, he hissed.

"Move away from the door and let me at him!" The demon's possessive growl sounded, but you shook your head. By now a few other demons were looking, though none of them were keen to call attention to themselves when it came to one of the seven rulers of the underworld.

"Don't make me use the pact," you gritted your teeth at Mammon, causing the demon to finally relent. With one final death glare at the other demon, he pulled you with him. You showed the demon an apologetic smile as you went.

"What was that for?" you huffed at the demon as the two of you stepped outside. Mammon didn't seem remorseful in the least, crossing his arms.

"What do ya mean? He was eyein' you like a piece of candy, what was I supposed to do?" Mammon grumbled, and you sighed.

"No need to be so jealous, Mammon, you'll still always be my favorite demon." you replied, ruffling the demons hair, who gently swatted your hand away, rolling his eyes, although he couldn't feel the fuzzy feeling welling up in him.

"I better be," he mumbled, causing you to crack a slightly smile, tilting your head to the side.

"Night's still young, why don't we spend more time together?" you offered. "Y'know, to show you there's nothing to be jealous of."

Mammon pursed his lips, seemingly thinking. But you both knew he was going to take the chance without hesitation, he always did. A small grin appeared on his face.

"Damn right we will, c'mon. I know another place."

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