#obey me x mc

Too Close - [8] woah

Satan heard someone sitting in front of him. Not wanting to socialize, he kept reading his book.

“Hey! Don’t ignore me,” They started to sulked. Satan looked up, annoyed at the person, but flinched seeing how close they were. The person grinned at him, happy that they got his attention.

“What kind of book are you reading?” They asked.

“It’s a romance book,” Satan responded.

“Hm, you look familiar,” They thought out loud. “Oh! You’re part of the infamous seven brothers, Satan right?” They beamed, excited that they remembered.

“Ah, yes. I’m surprise you even know me, people mostly focus my three older brothers..” Satan mumbled.

“That’s because I admire you!” This left Satan confused, nobody admired him. “I see how knowledgeable you are, I even know how you take care of those stray cats,” They whispered the last part.

Satan started to blush, stuttering out excuses. He just decided to change the topic, “What’s your name?”

“My name is Y/N!”

–

“Are sitting alone? Mind if I sit with you?”

It was lunch time and Satan was sitting alone. People were scared to talk to him and all his others were busy.

So it was a big surprise to people when Y/N wanted to sit with him of all people.

“A-Ah, sure. I don’t mind…” Satan stuttered out.

“Great! I baked some cookies for you.” Y/N smiled.

“For me?! Why?” Satan was blushing, no one gave him gifts before.

“To celebrate out friendship!” Y/N proclaimed.

“We’re… friends?” Satan mumbled.

“Of course, silly! I wouldn’t be sitting with you if we weren’t friends.” Y/N chuckled.

–

It’s not that Satan didn’t want to make friends, It’s just that people were scared of him. People would stray away from him because of his anger issues. Friendships never lasted long with him.

So when Y/N made it their mission to be by his side, Satan swore not to mess this up.

–

“You can’t do anything right!” Satan lashed out.

“I’m trying-” Y/N tried to explain, but got cutoff by Satan.

“You’re not trying hard enough! God, you’re so annoying to work with,” Satan rubbed his temples, Y/N felt tears starting to form.

“Well, if you can just shut up and let me try to focus, maybe I can!” Y/N patience was wearing thin.

When Y/N let out that sentence, they felt a stinging sensation on the side of their cheek. It took a few seconds to register that Satan slapped them.

“You’re telling me to shut up? You can’t even do this stupid assignment right! God, sometimes I wish I never met you!” Satan cried out.

Masterlist

Filler chapter I guess?? I don’t know

Taglist:@dee-zbignuts@ice-icebaby@lysa1201@leviachxn@macherise@lloydlovebot@obeymycok@katsuissus

I’m late as always,but that’s not really a surprise anymore…Anyway-

We saw the seven brothers and the undateables getting to celebrate Halloween with MC,but what if MC’s classmates wanted to have some fun with them too?Maybe even with matching costumes,unlike the demon brothers?

Well here they are,all ready to steal MC’s attention away from everyone else~

(These relationships with MC can be seen as either romantic or platonic,it’s up to you)

Zuri and MC:

Domnra(+Mobim) and MC:

Azul and MC:

Demya and MC:

Odon and MC:

Bonus: comments on MCs costumes

Clover(Slenderwoman): “You can try to be as spooky as you want Clover,but you will always be a cinnamon roll” @hyper-super-clover

Violet(witch[?]): “Stunning as always Violet, do we need to say more?” @tokamiart

Camy(Samara): “That is the laziest effort made on a Halloween costume we have ever seen Camy, what the hell-”

And that’s all, happy late Halloween I guessI hope you enjoyed, have a nice day/night and stay safe everybody! ✨

DAY ONE OF FIFTY DAYS OF ‘TOUCH’ PROMPTS

Pairing: Lucifer x Gender Neutral Main Character

Content Warning: Lucifer has an emotional breakdown.

Word Count:1.0k+

Summary:Lucifer’s spent thousands of years convincing everyone, including himself, that his pride is unwavering. Tonight, in your presense, it comes crashing down.

Anyways, thanks for reading, y’all! I hope you enjoy!

© 2021, takeaslicex. All Rights Reserved.

It was moments like this that reminded you how humanthe Avatar of Pride could be. Human, but never weak. Like tempered glass, Lucifer was strong, but had the capacity to break if too much pressure was applied. Not that he would ever show anyone, of course - how would that affect his pride, his pride that he had spent the better millenia solidifying as unwavering?  He couldn’t show anybody how quickly pride can be broken when met with the mortifying ordeal of shame and embarrassment. How could he?

Well, it’s a good thing that your bond with Lucifer is unlike any other bond in existence. 

You could feel it. Physically, emotionally, and mentally - it is all consuming, and it is heavy. That’s what it’s like to have a pact with Lucifer - it’s not justa pact, it’s an oath. Every fibre of your being was tied to his, and every fibre of his was tied to yours - mind, body, and spirit. If you were so happy that your grin reached your ears, then he could feel it. If his pride was so overwhelming that it consumed the air in the room, then you could feel it inside of you as well. And now, as you could feel the emotions he’s tried so hard to keep buried spill out onto the floor for all to see, you could feel it even in your slumber.

You woke up with a jolt, your exhaustion almost immediately dismissed. You wiped the remnants of sleep from your eyes and pushed your hair out of your eyes to see Lucifer sitting on the edge of his bed, his bare back to yours hunched over as he laid his head in his palms. You glanced over at the clock on his wall - 3:39am. He must’ve just come in from another late night, you assumed, because he wasn’t with you when you went to bed all those hours ago.

“Luci?” you whispered, almost carefully. Lucifer remained still, even at the sound of your voice. He was grateful to hear it, of course. Like everything about you, your voice always made even the worst of situations better. But this, Lucifer knew, was different. He knew that you could feel what he was feeling, and the idea of that made him sick to his stomach. How could he hide from you? How could he hide from you that his pride had been shattered, and that he feels like he had just lost his grip on the lightest thread that kept him holding on in the first place?

He couldn’t, and the thought of that terrifiedone of the most terrifying beings in all of the three realms.

But you could feel it. You could feel that the endless late nights couped up in his office, his face buried in stacks of paperwork at the expense of pleasing Lord Diavolo were beginning to wear him down. You could feel the strain on his relationship with his brothers as clear as day, like how dearly he loves each and every one of them, but that he could never show and express it the way he wants to. How could he, when Mammon’s eyes swell with tears in fear of punishment justbecause Mammon dropped a glass plate in his eldest brother’s presence? Or how Satan and Belphie hate him so passionately that the idea of poisoning him or ridding his existence from their life excitesthem? You could feel it, and it made you feel like you were going to puke.

And then there was the all-consuming need to be, in every sense of the word, perfect. His tie couldn’t be wrinkled in the slightest, because his appearance could never be anything short of flawless. His nails had to be perfectly manicured and painted with a crimson red, and if they couldn’t be, then they must be hidden. He had to watch where he walked and howhe walked, because the idea of tripping or falling was mortifying to death. Everything about him - his image, his grades, his power, his influence, his love, his existence - had to be flawless. You knew this because you felt it with every ounce of your being.

Without a second thought, you pushed your blankets off of yourself and stood, rounding your way around Lucifer’s enormous bed and making your way around to your lover. He didn’t so much as waver even at your presence in front of him, until it was your own hands that grabbed him and forced him not to keep his face hidden. As you did so, you knelt to the ground and positioned yourself in front of him, both of his hands clasped with one of yours, as you used the other hand to press his forehead to yours.

There, you remained like that. Forehead to forehead, his hands intertwined with yours. Neither of your lips had connected, but you could feel each other’s breath against each other’s lips. Whether or not he wanted more would be his decision only, and you would be with him every step of the way.

“If you’re hurt, just know that you always have me,” you spoke, barely audible over the pregnant silence of the room. Your words were for him and him alone. “You don’t need to be the strong one all of the time. Let me carry you, Lucifer. ”

At your words, Lucifer wept. 

Keeping his forehead pressed against yours, Lucifer silently wept. And it didn’t take long for you to cry either - after all, you could physically feelhis pain. But in that moment, there was another thing you could feel within Lucifer’s emotions - comfort. Comfort to be in your presence. Comfort the second he felt your satin skin on his. Comfort to let the dam break and lay every ounce of his heartbreak and pain on you. Comfort to know that despite everything, that you love him, and that he loves you, and how irreversible that fact was. 

As Lucifer continued to cry, he effortlessly brought you from your knees to his lap in a desperate attempt to keep you as close as possible. You stayed with him like this for a countless amount of time - neither one of you knew when you both eventually succumbed to slumber, wrapped in each other’s arms, heart to heart as you laid on his chest for the remainder of the night and well into the morning.

Mc:Your eyes are gorgeous.

Lucifer:Was it really necessary to wake me up at 4 am just to tell me that?

Mc:Yes.

Diavolo: What scares you the most?

Mc:

Mc: Lucifer without caffeine.

Diavolo:Lucifer..?

Lucifer: … Me without caffeine?

Mc, throwing their head into Lucifer’s lap: Tell me I’m pretty!

Lucifer, lovingly stroking their hair: You’re pretty fucking annoying, that’s what you are.

Mc:Belphie hasn’t stopped staring through the window since the storm started

Mc: I suppose i should let him in

Diavolo: *sees Mc and Lucifer*

Diavolo: they’re cute. I would put them on a boat

Simeon: you mean… you ship them?

Satan: I’m embarrassed, ashamed, disgraced, mortified, humiliated-

Mc: What are you, a dictionary?

Lucifer: Are you nervous?

Mc:Yes.

Lucifer: Is this your first time?

Mc: No, I have been nervous before.

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

Mc: I got a picture of all of us in my wallet. Whenever I face difficulties, I take it out and stare at the picture.

The brothers, collectively:Aww

Mc: And I tell myself “if I can deal with these idiots, I can deal with anything.”

The brothers, collectively:Oh.

Mc: Damn, the power went out.

Beel:I got this.

Beel: *Rapidly shakes and starts to illuminate*

Mc:What-

Beel: I swallowed a flashlight.

Mc, on the verge of a heart attack: WHY WOULD YOU SWALLOW A FLASHLIGHT!

Asmo, walking into a room: Hi Mc!

Belphie: Do you just not see the other ten people in the room or-

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 love you.

Lucifer: How many people have you said that too?

Mc:Everyone.

Lucifer:Everyone?

Mc:Yes, I tell everyone that I love you.

[teaching Simeon how to use his phone]

Mc: Okay, first of all, go to the App Store.

Simeon: *gets up*

Mc: Wait, where are you going?

Simeon: You said go to the App Store. Is it far?