#obey me x gender neutral reader
Mc:Belphie hasn’t stopped staring through the window since the storm started
Mc: I suppose i should let him in
Mc: *unlocks Luke’ phone*
Diavolo: How’d you know his password?
Mc: I know my own son’s birthday, Diavolo.
Asmo: You look good in that hoodie.
Y/n: You know where else I’d look good?
Asmo, zero hesitation: My bed.
Y/n, at the same time: By your side- wait, what?
Mc: For this mission, I wore the perfect disguise to make sure I was never noticed by anyone. Something so drab and uninspiring-
Satan: I feel this is going to be a dig at me
Mc: I wore Satan’s clothes
Satan: There it is
Lucifer: I love you, okay?!?
Mc: The words are nice, but the tone is scary
Barbatos: You kissed me.
Y/n: Yes, I did.
Barbatos: Should we? … I mean, there’s a discussion that we could have… if you wanted to have one?
Y/n: Barbatos, I kissed you, with tongue, and I plan to do it again and again if it’s okay with you - so get used to it. End of discussion.
Barbatos, smiling:Okay
Lucifer: Where’s Mammon ?
Mc: Doing stuff.
Lucifer: Don’t like the sound of that, where’s Satan?
Mc: Stopping Mammon from doing stuff.
Lucifer: Belphie?
Mc: Stopping Satan, so Mammon can do the stuff.
Lucifer: And you?
Mc: Distracting you, so Mammon can do the stuff.
Mc: I have good news and bad news.
Lucifer: What’s the good news?
Mc: I won’t do it again.
Lucifer: Are you mad?
Mc:No.
Lucifer:….
Lucifer: So is sharpening knives at 3 am is just a hobby?
Mammon: We have a problem.
Mc: No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them.
Belphie:I made a mistake. Are you going to help me fix it or are you going to continue to berate me?
Mc:I am perfectly capable of doing both at the same time.
Demon hunters:
Damn I haven’t posted in a month my bad shawty
I’m so sorry I haven’t seen this before yesterday it’s not that I have a lot of requests I’ve just been busy. But onto the request
Until very recently most humans had not believed in demons or angels believing it to be no more than fiction. This rapidly changed once Divaolo opened up the devildom in hopes of peace between the three realms. This led to many becoming fearful and the church growing in size. Due to fear some humans who were backed by the church devoted their lives to destroying demons. Mc knew of the changes but was still shocked when visiting the human world.
Walking with one of the demon brothers past shops and stopping to look here and there. They wanted to take you somewhere they knew the others couldn’t tag along and ruin it for once however it seems the perfect day wouldn’t last. You both were stopped by a younger looking man with a crucifix in his hand. He started spewing prayers and whatnot and you could see your date wince some. You tired talking the random person down but they wouldn’t listen. Eventually seeing their prayers were not working the man walked closer and threw a rosary at the brother which seemed to burn the area it made contact with. Fueled by anger this stranger had hurt your boyfriend you used magic and hurtled them backwards. By now a scene had been created so you grabbed the brother and began walking away.
However the man determined to finish what he started pulled you backwards by your hair before you could realize what was happening. He pushed you to the ground where you hit your head among falling. Due to the stinging sensation and the blinding light of your s/o transforming it was a blur. One second a man stood in front of you and the next he was nothing but a pile of ash. The people around you screamed and ran in different directions some stepping on you. The brother simply picked you up and teleported the both of you to his room.
(Sorry if it’s short I’m kinda out of practice)
「SUNDAY KIND OF LOVE」
♥︎ mammon | gn reader
♥︎ cw: slightly suggestive one liner but nothing explicit, just a cute morning with mamms that I can’t stop imagining. no pronouns and no body description of the reader either.
♥︎ wc: 600
[9:37 AM]
Bleary eyes open into dim light, brief irritation coloring your mind as the alarm continues to blare from the bedside table.
You’re tucked against Mammon’s chest, away from the offending sound so you gently prod his side while struggling against sleep.
“Sleepyhead, get your alarm please.” You murmur. Gradually your prodding becomes more insistent as the alarm drones on, but not even your best jabs can rouse him on a day when there’s no obligations.
Struggling against the duvet you crawl over top of him, straddling him really, while smacking around aimlessly for the snooze. Warm light trickles in through the slits of the blinds, making you crack an almost smile as the room is plunged back into blissful silence.
“Nuh-uh,” his voice is thick with drowsiness as you shift over slightly, eager to fall back into sweet dreams. Mammon’s hands rest gently on your thighs, still straddling his hips, as you bend down to place feathery kisses on his nose, cheeks, and lips.
“Of course you only wake up when I’m on top of you,” you tease.
Soft breathy laughter mingles with his faux frustrated groan as he wraps an arm around to caress your back, pulling you down more flush against his chest.
You’re not sure how long you two lay like that, and as you listen to the comforting rhythm of his heart the sweet tendrils of sleep wrap their fingers around your mind once more. His warmth is the raft sending you down the river, about to go over the edge into unconsciousness when fingers begin spidering up and down your sides.
A shriek cracks the tender scene apart as you shoot up from his chest to smack at his hands.
“You’re such a little-”
Your protests melt like sugar on your tongue, his lips alone enough to waft away anything else from your brain as he jolts up to silence you with a kiss. As it shifts to more chaste pecks a smile you can’t quite fight works its way on your lips.
“Can’t have ya goin’ back to sleep, I’m up now so you have to be too,” he whispers against your skin, lips trailing softly down your jaw before he tucks his face against the junction of your neck and shoulder.
You hear him breathe deeply as you loop your arms around his shoulders, one hand coming to lazily play in his messy white hair.
“Mhm well, do you want breakfast then?” You say, resting the side of your face against his as he stays tucked against you. “Coffee would keep me awake.”
“But that means gettin’ up,” he whined, “and I’d rather keep you all to myself today.”
Laughter spills from you as you gently cradle his face in your hands, placing another gently kiss to his nose.
“Give me five minutes to make a cup and I promise I’ll be all yours today.” You say, watching as he seemingly weighs the pros and cons as if you proposed a big business deal. It almost has you bursting into more glimmering laughter.
“Five minutes,” he says in the best firm tone he can muster, “then you’re not leavin’ this bed for the rest of the day.”
You smile again, throwing your arms around his neck in a hug.
“Deal.”
And as you hurry out the bedroom door you catch his dreamy smile just briefly. Butterflies knock around in your stomach as you make your way to the kitchen.
You’d stay in that bed with him forever if he asked you to.
So I came across this post by @ai-dev and it got me thinking:
So…here I am!
[ includes: angst, death, mentions of blood, trauma ]
[ A/N: This is written from their personalities and characters in Lesson 16. They came to know MC much more intimately afterwards. These are just my thoughts and in no way are to be equated to the canonical events. ]
- LUKE is absolutely aghast. Anyone who had spent even a minute in the same room as him knew about how deep his hatred for the demon kind ran, but it stung nonetheless. He was still an angel in the making, and even though he might not have not known MC for that long or that well, he had wanted to. From the moment they stood up for him, he had developed an innocent attachment that grew deeper over the days. His habit of quick association often got him reprimanded in the Celestial Realm, but for the first time he understood why. Because it stung. Like being stabbed in the chest with a jagged glass shard. It stung because he lost the person he wanted to care for, and even more when he was the one to blame. Angels were meant to be pure inside and out, but the venom targeted towards demons that now brewed in his heart charred its walls. But there was only so much of one emotion his little body could handle, so the moment he was done raging he broke down into fits of unsuccessfully suppressed sobs. All while his guardian angel cradled him in his arms…
- …speaking of who, was in deep conflict. SIMEON hadn’t known them for long, but he could tell that their soul was salubrious. He had been reigning himself from indulging too much, but his heart knew only to resist temptations, not the kindness and warmth they approached him with. And before he knew it, they had become fast friends. They were such a wonderful being, full of dreams, ambitions and a brightness that seemed to follow them everywhere. But it wasn’t just them he was reaching out to, it was to his long lost brothers as well. But when they all made it ample clear with both their words and actions that they wanted to have nothing to do with their former home anymore, Simeon couldn’t put in words how anguished he felt. He never hated them for what they did; if anything, deep down he had always lamented his cowardice that stopped him from joining them. Until now, their demonic natures had seemed like something very far away, for in his eyes they were still the same brothers he had lost, as if they had never disappeared in the first place. But now that something had happened which shoved reality in his face, Simeon didn’t know what to do. He was hanging onto a thin string between denial and remorse. He can only look on at his fellow tenant, who keeps alternating between staring out of the window and at Luke’s tiny form…
- …SOLOMON is no stranger to death. Indifference is expected from a being cursed with immortality. But despite having associated with a multitude of creatures throughout the course of his peculiar life, at his very core he still functioned with the fickleness of a human. Because that is something he once was; destructible, volatile. Somedays he doesn’t care, some days he does. He does feel upset over the gloom MC’s demise had brought upon, but he doesn’t feel like it’s his place to avenge their death or anything. He didn’t know them that well, having only had fleeting conversations with them. But they were enough to paint an overall good picture of them, good enough to feel that they didn’t deserve the hand fate had dealt them with. All he can do is keep moving, the way he always has and the way he always will.
