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Love Obeyme Game

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Waltz in C# Minor (Op. 62, No.2)

Lucifer x GN!MC

[ Story Premise - You catch Lucifer playing piano by himself and reminiscing after a long day. Just fluffy nostalgia and tickling. ]

I watched a stranger practice this piece, dreamily smiling and blocking a hallway. Since I didn't have the balls/ovaries to tell him it was beautiful, this one's kinda for you, man.

Wordcount - 1509

It’s been a tiring day for you; you spent most of it outside the house with the brothers for a party that Asmo had thrown out of the blue, and while it was fun for a while, you ended up slipping away by evening. There’s only so much dizzying social interaction you can stand, and you decided you should just go while you had the opportunity.

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You sigh against the door of the House of Lamentation, glad for the security of your home away from home and its current silence. You start walking towards your room when you realize that you’re not entirely enveloped in silence. There’s… a faint melody?

Drawn towards it, you find yourself peering into the music room, where Lucifer sits, his bare fingers glancing across the black and white keys, and you watch, spellbound, as he plays. You knew Lucifer could play the piano, but you never would have thought you would feel like this as you watch him. His wine-colored eyes focus intently on only the piano in front of him, his foot gently feathering pedals and guiding each note to completion with expert care. 

In a word, it’s beautiful. 

Vaguely, you wonder if he even notices that you’re there, and you lean against the doorway, watching and doing your best not to disturb him. As the faint light glints off his scarlet nails, you find yourself watching his long, pale fingers, admiring them just as you’ve admired them several times before. 

You close your eyes, and you let the piano lead your imagination on, into scenery and associations and emotions. The song is gentle and light, and yet it’s bitter and slightly painful, like you’re missing something. Vaguely, you wonder if he’s thinking about something specific as he plays, but there’s the slightest smile on his face, as if he’s happy. 

He lingers on the last notes of the piece, and his voice startles you out of your daydreams. 

“I see you’re home by yourself,” he says, fully turning in your direction.  

“The party was getting loud,” you reply sheepishly. “I kind of wish I stayed behind with you.” 

“I had work to do,” he replies, and you snort. 

“Do you ever not have work to do?” 

“No,” he concedes. “But apparently, I don’t have work when I’m spending time with you.” He stands up from his spot on the piano, replacing his gloves onto his hands, and you look at them for a moment longer. 

“You take your gloves off for the weirdest things.” Lucifer lets out a short “hmph.” before he holds out his hand for you to take. 

"Consider it my way of savoring my sense of touch," he replies as you take his hand, and he pulls you against him, the fingers of his other hand trailing down your spine to rest on the small of your back. "Do you remember this?" 

"Yes," you sigh as he starts to waltz with you. "It’d be more bizarre if I didn’t remember how much you drilled it into my head because of that stupid ball you made everyone go to.” Truthfully, you hadn’t actually minded the ball that much once you had gotten there, but Lucifer’s strict lessons had given you a headache, not to mention some intense anxiety. 

“Would you have preferred that I asked Barbatos to do it?” he teases as he leans his head next to yours. 

“Maybe I would have,” you grumble. 

“Well, he is an excellent teacher,” Lucifer replies after a moment. “That said, he wouldn’t have rewarded you, now would he have?” Lucifer kisses your ear. 

“Not the way you did,” you reply, kissing his cheek, and he chuckles. 

“I’m glad you came home before everyone else,” he replies as he slowly turns with you around the room. 

“Were you thinking about something specific while you were playing?” you ask curiously, and Lucifer smiles softly to himself. 

“Not in particular,” he replies, his voice suffused with painful nostalgia. “I saw an old picture of myself, and I was just reminiscing.” 

“What old picture was this?” you ask, your curiosity sparked, and Lucifer stops dancing with you to reach into his pocket to pull out a badly faded photograph. On it, you can see an angelic Lucifer losing himself in laughter while Mammon appears to be tickling him with a grin. The picture is captioned in fanciful script, “Mammon Finally Getting Payback on His Older Brother.”

“I don’t have a lot of good memories from my time as an angel,” Lucifer says with a faint smile, even as he walks over to a couch and sits back down again to stare at it. “But the pictures she took remind me that I didn’t always hate living in the Celestial Realm. I remember the day this picture was taken, and I remember how he tackled me that day on my way to see Michael. I must have been particularly busy that day, because I only remember walking one minute and then getting slammed onto the ground the next.”

“I can tickle you if you want. For the nostalgia,” you reply, plopping next to him, and he slides you a slight glare. 

“Don’t even think about it, MC.” Pity. I’d love to see him with that expression on his face now…

“That just makes me want to do it more,” you tease, poking him in the side, and he snatches your hand, making you pout. “But it’s a fond memory, right?” 

“It’s also a very old memory,” he grumbles. “Maybe I have to say it again for you. Don’t try it.” 

Of course, you’re going to try anyway.

So, that’s how you end up playfighting Lucifer on the couch. You manage to get your hand free, but the moment you move to use your skills on him, he has both your wrists in one hand, smugly smirking at you as he does so. 

“Now what?” he asks. 

“Lucifer, bad! Down boy!” Eh, it might have been cheating, but honestly he forced your hand, right?

“Urgh,” Lucifer groans as the pact takes effect, and you’re on him in another instant. “One of these days, you’re going to get it for making me follow such humiliating orders.” 

“Not today,” you reply with a grin as you poise your hands at the ready. For a moment as Lucifer looks up at you, you wonder if he secretly wanted tickle torture even though he protested. “Let’s see that smile, you emotionally stunted old man.” 

“MC—” he tries to say before he clamps a hand over his mouth as an involuntary giggle tries to leave his mouth as you trace your fingers up against his neck. 

“Oh ho, is there another reason you cover up your skin that I don’t know about?” you hum, and he slaps at your hands as you attack his sides, sending him rolling and squirming under you as he gasps at you to stop between his rich peals of laughter. 

“MC, I mean it, stop it!” he cackles. 

“Let me think about that.” Hm, should you stop? Maybe, but it’s been a while since you’ve seen such a huge, beautiful smile on his face. “Nah.” 

“MC!” he squeals, his voice rising an octave higher to Yamashita’s normal speaking voice, and his struggles to escape result in both of you landing in a tangled heap on the floor. Lucifer groans, and you come to the keen realization that despite the fact that you’re now under him, his hand is under your head. His mouth spreads into a smirk. “Your turn.” 

“Oh no, you don’t!” you cry, scrambling out from under him, and he lets you try to run away. You don’t bother to check whether or not he’s following but you’re still running regardless. 

“Run all you like, but you’ll never escape me,” you hear his voice through the halls. 

“Wanna bet?” you call back, though you’re running for his bedroom. Of course you wouldn’t escape; who would want to escape? “That’s just cheating, Lucifer,” you complain at the  sight of him on the other side of his door. He simpers at you with his arms folded. “No teleporting.” 

“Running is for humans,” he replies as he closes the door behind you and grabs hold of you before you can escape again, squeezing the living hell out of you, and you return the embrace in equal force. Eventually, both of you relent on trying to hug each other to death and loosen up, though you don’t entirely let go of Lucifer. “Feeling needy today?” he asks, though he hasn’t let go of you either. 

“Like you’re not,” you scoff. “You missed me the entire time I was—” You can’t finish, since Lucifer is busy kissing you with every ounce of his endless passion as usual. Of course he missed you. He always missed you. 

“Let’s have our own private party while they’re gone. Something quiet,” he murmurs against your head, running his hands against your scalp. 

“Cursed records and cuddle time?” He chuckles

“You know me so well.”

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[P1] Golden Newt Syrup

NSFW Lucifer x F!MC Spice Rating - 1/4 EH, IT'S MILD

[ Part 1 ] [ Part 2 ]

Roses are red, violets are blue, I'm ready to breed, and Luci is too.

[ Story Premise - Solomon offers to take you back to the Devildom, but you find yourself arriving at entirely the wrong time. Everyone, Lucifer included, is in heat. ]

Wordcount - 1131

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Since leaving the seven brothers alone for the first time since you entered the exchange program, you haven’t been able to forget them even once. I mean, how could you? The sheer fact that every last one of those adorable yet terrifying powerhouses fell in love with you was nothing to scoff at. Despite the fact that you got calls from all of them often, you couldn’t help but want to see them again, living in the House of Lamentation with all its chaos.

Suffice to say that you were ecstatic when Solomon brought you back to the Devildom, dropping you off in the House of Lamentation before he popped out again, saying he had to go to the Celestial Realm to find Simeon and Luke.

Of course, what you and Solomon forgot was the fact that the Devildom was asleep when you traveled over, which was a bit dissatisfying. You were hoping to surprise everyone, but you didn’t want to wake them. 

At least, that was the intent. 

You walk upstairs, just to feel the nostalgia hit you before you dust off your old bed, only to stop short next to the twins’ room. Is that… your name?

“MC… just like that… grind on me…” Belphie’s voice. 

“Let me taste you. I can’t stop, MC…” Beel’s voice. 

Both of them are…? Your mouth goes dry at the thought, and for a moment, you almost knock before you find your curiosity overcomes you, and you turn your attention to Mammon’s room, placing your ear against the door. 

“Fuck, MC, I’m so close…” And Mammon? What if…? You race to Satan’s room next, pressing your ear against the book-lover’s door. 

“You love that, don’t you, MC? Or do you want me to call you Kitten?” 

Levi, what about Levi?! You can feel your body getting hotter with every second that passes as you eagerly wind around the hallway to press your ear against Levi’s door instead. 

“Please… more, MC, please…” Asmo. Asmo next. 

“MC, fuck me… or do you want me to fuck you first? Hehe.” 

What the hell happened here that they’re all masturbating at once?! You’re trembling at this point, a little too turned on at what’s happening right now. Should you go in one of those doors? You should, right? Wait… Your eyes turn towards Lucifer’s room, on the opposite side of the hallway. Don’t tell me…

Almost cautiously, you approach Lucifer’s door, feeling a warm blush sink into your cheeks as you remember the last time you entered his room before you left for the human world. That was one of the best nights of your life just because he spent all night kissing you, holding you, touching you, making up for every instant that he’d been cold to you. You find yourself thinking it’d be nice to pick up where you left off. 

You unconsciously swallow as you press your ear to Lucifer’s door, and at first, you’re disappointed not to hear his sweet moans leaking through the slab of wood. Of course, only Lucifer would be above that sort of—

“MC…” What? It’s soft, but you can still just barely make out Lucifer’s voice. “MC… MC …want you…” He sounds so desperate, so unbelievably horny. Not that he hadn’t called you just to tell you how much he wanted you in his bed with him, but this is on another level of need. Was he not telling you how much he really missed you? (Yes.)

You can’t restrain yourself—you turn the knob, and…

Find it locked. Shit. Well, of course he’d lock it; he doesn’t want to be interrupted, does he?

Would he stop to let me in? you wonder, shuffling and debating your options. If I said his name loudly enough… no, no, bad idea. I’ll get into a demon orgy, and while that’s… actually surprisingly tempting, that might kill me if Lucifer’s stamina is anything to go by. If I just… 

You softly knock on the door, flinching at how it reverberates through the hall. That’s almost certainly a stupid move, and what if Lucifer doesn’t even hear you? You let the forces of horny consume you, and now…

“...I can’t tell whether I’m seeing things in my heat-addled haze, or if you’re really here,” is the husky voice that greets you, the door opened to reveal Lucifer, (unfortunately) properly dressed with a deep flush coating his pale skin. Despite the fact that it looks like he just got out of bed, his eyes are very much awake and devouring every inch of you, his fingers already latching possessively around your wrist. “Get in here.”

Well, he’s not giving you a choice, not that you need it as he drags you into his room, shutting his door and locking it again. You expect him to slam you against it, and you have to say that you’re disappointed he doesn’t. Were you misreading him? 

“You know, you’ve chosen a very bad time to come back,” Lucifer growls as he walks away from you, towards his dead fire. It blazes up the moment he approaches, illuminating his darkened room, and you notice his bed is a disheveled mess. And… is that one of your shirts? “Not only is the Devildom heaped to high hell with organizational work, but that fucking idiot induced everyone’s heats, so those six have been trying to visit you just to get rid their burning itch. Do you have any idea what would have happened if I hadn’t gotten to you first?” 

Oh. He sounds extra pissed. 

“Well… I have an idea, but… Sorry?” you try, and he whips around to look at you. “I wanted to see you.”  He softens a little before he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

“Nevermind; I’m too fucking tired for this right now. Bed. Sleep.” He points. “We’ll talk in the morning.” 

“Why tomorrow? You’re clearly awake,” you prod, and the demon shoots you a glare. 

“I’m awake because someone knocked on my door while I was trying to sleep. Get in bed before I throw you onto it.” Yeah, right, like you were sleeping. 

“You’ll have to throw me,” you reply, and no sooner are the words out of your mouth then does Lucifer have you scooped into his arms, carrying you like a princess before he throws you—face-first—into his pillow.

“Consider yourself thrown,” he growls. You try to get up, maneuvering yourself onto your hands and knees, only to feel Lucifer’s heavy frame above yours, his arms trapping you in, his chest pressed to your back, and his hips cemented against your ass. If you were still unsure before, all doubt evaporated at the hard bulge straining desperately in his pants trying to get to you. “Who said you could get up?”

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A Prank Gone (Right) Wrong

NSFW Lucifer x F!MC

Spice Rating - 3/4 DON'T BURN YOURSELF

Slappity sloppity, your ass is now his property.

[ Story Premise - You attempt to prank Lucifer while he's taking a shower, but he catches you in the act. And he's not what you would call happy about it. ]

Wordcount - 1796

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As an unwilling member of the Anti-Lucifer League, you’ve unfortunately been coaxed into pranking the eldest brother. I mean, in all honesty it was very enjoyable to see Lucifer’s reaction sometimes, so they didn’t always have to pull your arm. It was pretty hilarious to watch Lucifer stare in confusion at his shoes when he couldn’t take them off on account of the glue you poured into them. Nevertheless, you did try to warn him about pranks that you thought would really piss him off, despite the fact that he usually saw through the majority. A) You didn't want to get blamed for it, B) You didn't like genuinely upsetting him and C) You liked him. 

Unfortunately, one of those many pranks he saw through was one he caught you setting up. 

So, there you are, red-handed with bright pink, frilly clothing in one hand and his clothes in the other while Lucifer stands at the door in silence. He's wet, courtesy of the shower he's just left from The Prank Part One™, wearing a tightly bound black bathrobe that unfortunately leaves plenty to the imagination. 

“I can explain.” Top ten sentences spoken before disaster.

“I have time,” he replies, folding his arms, and you clear your throat. 

“So… I was putting your clothes back. Y’know, after Belphie stashed your wardrobe full of dresses.” 

“Is that so? Is that why you were grinning like an idiot?” Yeah, you’re not talking your way out of this. 

“I thought you’d be happy,” you reply awkwardly, and he leaves you stew in silence on that remark. “A-And, uh, maybe I’d get some extra Grim as a reward? Y’know because it’s always good to have some extra.” 

“Are you trying to dig yourself deeper, or are you that stupid that you think I believe you?” 

"...okay, okay, fine! So I went along with it and maybe I thought it'd be kind of funny to see you wearing a puffy princess dress because you couldn't find your clothes." 

"MC, I've been letting you off the hook for what Satan and Belphie rope you into, but it seems like I can't do that any more.” 

"Erm…you can still keep me off the hook?"

"Say that after you put my clothes down," he sighs, and you abashedly put his shirt back where you found it. 

"So… extra chores for me huh?" Or an hour-long lecture, or… 

"No. I think something swift and painful would be more effective." 

"Painful?" is your question as you back up a little, even as Lucifer shuts his door behind him, approaching like death itself. "Lucifer, please, I'm not ready for this." Fuck, I really pushed him too far this time. Is he going to make a decoration out of me? Such is the choice selection of thoughts running through your head in that moment. 

"That's too bad," he replies, still walking closer, and you stumble against his sofa, and you whip your head backward before you look in front of you again. 

"I don't want to die!" you protest, and he finally pauses, his expression turning faintly confused. 

"MC, in what parallel universe would I kill you?" 

"Uh… you did almost kill me that one time though." 

"I meant now that you've become a semi-permanent resident of the House of Lamentation." 

"You weren't specific." 

"Don't get smart with me right now. I'm still irritated with you." 

"...sorry. But… what are you planning on doing?” Now, you’re not stupid, nor are you innocent, especially not when Lucifer has that glint in his eyes. And there’s a very dirty part of you that’s anticipating the next words out of his mouth. Briefly, your eyes flick across Lucifer’s bathrobe, and you come to the keen realization that the band looped around his waist is the only thing separating his body from your prying eyes. 

“You’ll find out very quickly,” he replies. “Turn around.” Turn your back? To Lucifer? “Hurry up.” You whip around to face his bed, suddenly glad for the excuse that he doesn’t have to see your face. This is going in a very bad direction very quickly, and you’re enjoying it a lot more than you should be. “Put your hands on the sofa.” Right in your ear. He knows you’re enjoying where this is going, doesn’t he?! 

There’s a bated silence for several moments, and you nervously shift your hands and risk a glance backwards at Lucifer. He appears to be contemplating something very profound as he intently stares at your ass. 

“Enjoying the view?” you ask before you can stop yourself, and Lucifer chuckles a tad evilly. 

“Actually, yes. I was thinking about giving myself an even better one.” He lays his hand on the curve of your buttocks, and you shudder before a startled cry pries itself from your lips at the smack he delivers. “What do you think, MC? I’ll give you a choice. Pants off, and I’ll only do that ten more times. Pants on, twenty.” You can practically hear him smirking because he knows damn well which one you’re going to pick, and not just because he led you there. 

“Pants off,” you reply, possibly a little too quickly, and Lucifer rubs your hip. 

“Good answer,” he praises before he tears your pants down your legs, letting them pool around your ankles. “I almost feel like forgiving you.” SMACK! When your shrill cry hits the air, you come to the conclusion that the first slap was him being gentle. "Almost." The skin stings, and you can feel where his hand was, so much so that you wonder if he's staring in admiration at the handprint he made. SMACK! 

"Sorry!" you choke out, though you sound a bit more desperate than you do sorry. A few more times, and you might be saying "thank you" instead. 

"Are you?" SMACK! He rubs his hand sweetly over the flesh he hurt before you gasp and cry out as his fingers trail between your legs. "If you're sorry, then why are your thighs wet?" SMACK! SMACK!

"Lucifer, I'm sorry!" you warble, your voice shaking with the rest of your body from his abuse, and he chuckles, back to being gentle again with his sweet caresses. Just him lifting his hand to give you a soft, teasing pat makes you flinch, whimpering. 

"I know," he whispers tenderly, giving your clit a teasing flick as he rubs your hip. "You're doing so well, MC. You're halfway there. You can take more for me, can't you?" Well, obviously the answer is "yes." "If you keep taking your punishment so well, maybe we can move this to the bed? Do you want that?" Again, the answer is obviously— "Your pussy says you want that. Are you anticipating your reward, or are you just enjoying your punishment?" Both, at this point. Invalid question.

SMACK! 

"Answer me." Your lips tremble as you throb, aching and trying to hold in your whimpers. Tears are spilling from your eyes as he holds your hips in his hands. With his fingers digging into your pelvis, it almost feels like he'll undo that bathrobe and… oh, fuck you're really starting to wish he'd hurry up and rail you. "I won't be angry." That didn't even occur to you, though to be honest, his irritation would be more than hot at this point. 

"Both," you finally manage, only to gasp as he feigns a slap, only to grab a handful of your ass instead, leaving you whining before you're stricken by the suddenness of a smack to the cheek he's not grabbing. 

"Remind me, what number am I on?" 

"That was seven." Of course you've been counting, unlike him. 

"That doesn't sound right," he purrs, and it quickly becomes apparent that he knows exactly how many times he already spanked you. "I think I was on four. Are you trying to escape your punishment on me? Naughty girl." 

"Cheater—" you manage to just barely whimper before the same sharp, reminding SMACK! overrides you. He's just straight-up playing with you now. 

"Should we restart?" he asks, so sweetly that you'd almost mistake him for someone else. 

"Lucifer, please," you whine, and he chuckles as he leans down to plant a kiss on the back of your neck. 

"Please keep going?" He grabs hold of your hip, and you involuntarily moan as you feel the faintest brush of his soft bathrobe against your tender backside. You ache for him to press into you, to grind that boner he's undoubtedly nursing into you. It was tempting to beg him for just that. "Is someone being brave today?" 

"No, no." You try to rub against him, but he was already gone. Dammit! "You can see how wet I am… stop teasing me." You can feel your face burning at the admission, and Lucifer's chuckle behind you says it all. The spanking you got isn't the real punishment, and you're getting a sinking suspicion of what the real one is. 

"Asking for your reward?" The newest slap catches you off guard, and your startled yelp sounds a little too sexual for you to try and argue he was being too rough. "What a bad girl." SMACK!

"Sorry… sorry…" you whine, even as he pulls you off the sofa and finally presses you to him, his arms locked around your midsection as he presses his body to yours. And, just as you suspected, he's hard as hell and definitely enough to satisfy your aching hole. 

"Put your pants back on," he rasps against the shell of your ear. "and don't come back here until after dinner." He promisingly rubs against you. "Or I won't do a single thing to you today. Are we clear, MC?" 

"Y-Yes," you yelp, and he chuckles as he lets you go, stumbling towards the mess of pants he'd taken off you. 

"That's 'yes sir' from now on," he replies, smirking as he watches you fumble your clothes and eventually get them back on. You feel heat rush to your face at the faintest wet sound as your heat drenches your underwear. "I'd advise you to clean yourself up as well, unless you want more discipline," he adds as he pulls his hand against your lower back and urges you towards his door. The frustration is nearly unbearable, and dinner is at least an hour away. But he will keep his promise if you're obedient, right? 

You're in the threshold, and your eyes catch the clothing on the floor that led you here. Silently, you both thank and curse Belphie for making you do this. While you're busy doing that, Lucifer is murmuring in your ear again, though his voice is a lot gentler this time. "Let me know if you need anything; I'll happily bring you extra pillows to sit down on."

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I May Have Usurped Lord Diavolo?

[ NSFW Rating - Highly Suggestive - Dia being a perv and listening to Anne/Lucifer "having coffee" together. Minors DNI.

Reader Discretion Advised. ]

Diavolo passes Asmo’s bedroom and stares at Lucifer’s door. 

Annelie: Haha. Lucifer, you don’t have to rush; we have thirty minutes. 

Lucifer: Not enough... Mn. 

Annelie: That’s plenty of time. Besides... we still have tonight, don’t we?

Lucifer: I won’t let you walk tonight. 

Annelie: You’d better keep that promise.

Diavolo reaches out his hand to the door before he slaps himself and takes it back off again. 

Annelie: Did you hear something?

Lucifer: I heard you screaming. 

Annelie: Wha—AAAH!

Diavolo sighs and turns his back to the door, his demon form coming out as he pants and closes his eyes, covering them with his hand. 

Diavolo: Gloxinia... it’s so overpowering, I can’t think...

Annelie: Lucifer, AH! 

Lucifer: Taking your attention off me... I thought I taught you better than that. Where’s your apology? 

Annelie: Sorry! Sorry! More! Don’t stop!

Diavolo shudders, his hand reaching downward. 

Lucifer: I wouldn’t have stopped even if you begged me. You’re mine, Annelie. 

Diavolo: Fuck. Anne, don’t moan like that...

Annelie: I know. I know I’m yours...

Lucifer: You’d better, or that hickey I gave you is going to be joined by a dozen more. You’ll have to wear one of my shirts just to cover them all, but you’d love that, wouldn’t you?

Diavolo groans.

Diavolo: Fuck me... 

Annelie: Let’s just up it to an hour. 

Diavolo: Haha. I’m going to die. 

[ timeskip ]

Annelie: Hm? Why is Lord Diavolo on the floor?

Satan: That’s what we’d like to know. 

Solomon: I have a fairly good idea.

Lucifer: Which is?

Solomon: You mean he didn’t join you for your extended coffee break?

Join us? Diavolo? Was he not cured after all?

Lucifer: No. 

Solomon: Well, that’s both disappointing and a cause for relief. 

Annelie: Dia, did something happen?

Diavolo: Yes. 

Annelie: Well that doesn’t sound good. Are you okay?

Diavolo: No. 

Annelie: Do you want a hug?

Diavolo: ...yes, but I don’t deserve a hug. 

Annelie frowns and walks over to Diavolo, kneeling next to him. 

Annelie: What are you talking about? There’s no “deserving” a hug. Well, I say that. There’s a lot of people that have signed away their right for a hug from me, but you’re not one of them. Dia, tell me what’s bothering you, or at least tell me why you can’t tell me. 

Diavolo sits up and covers his face in his hands. 

Diavolo: I was fantasizing about my best friend’s girlfriend. I was getting off on what he was doing to you. How could I do that to Lucifer? How could I do that to you? 

Annelie: Diavolo... 

Annelie hugs him tightly. 

Annelie: I’m sorry. This stupid outbreak is my fault, and you’ve violated your morals because of it. 

Diavolo: No one thinks it’s your fault, Annelie. My willpower should have been stronger. I shouldn’t have lost control. I’m sorry. 

He’s not going to accept any argument I give him, is he? 

Satan: You said you lost control, but it seems like you’re in your right mind at the moment. And for that matter, it doesn’t seem like Lucifer is going to rip you to shreds. 

Lucifer: Of course not. I know that none of you would make a move on Annelie unless you wanted to be hung from the ceiling. 

Annelie: He’s less grumpy after he has his coffee, isn’t he? 

Lucifer: Oi.

Annelie chuckles. 

Solomon: Yes, he is... 

Annelie: Solomon? What’s the matter?

Solomon: No, it’s just... Anne, tell Diavolo to do something. 

Annelie pales. 

Annelie: What? But we didn’t...

Solomon: There was still a magic release, wasn’t there?

Annelie: ...Diavolo, take Lucifer’s cup of coffee. 

Diavolo: But he likes his coffee. 

Diavolo stands up and grabs Lucifer’s cup from his hands. 

Diavolo: Sorry. 

Annelie: Give it to me. 

Diavolo hands it to her, and she gives it back to Lucifer, even as Diavolo’s D.D.D. rings, the caller ID reading “Barbatos.” Diavolo answers it.

I have a very bad feeling about this.

Barbatos: I’m terribly sorry for my blundering, my lord, but the castle is finally clear again. Though, I must ask... how exactly did Lucifer cure you?

Diavolo: ...he didn’t. 

Barbatos: Have you done something you regret?

Diavolo: Yes. 

Barbatos: You didn’t ra—

Diavolo: No, no, of course I didn’t do that. 

Barbatos: Then it was Annelie’s fault?

Oh... oh no. He sounds mad. 

Diavolo: It wasn’t her fault. 

Barbatos: It doesn’t matter. She can control you, can’t she?

Diavolo: Well...

Barbatos: Then I’ve heard enough. 

That doesn’t sound good. 

Annelie: Barb... are you going to kill me?

Barbatos hangs up.

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[P4] Your Blood, Your Heart

NSFW Lucifer x F!MC Spice Rating - 1/4 EH, IT'S MILD

[ Part 1 ] [ Part 2 ] [ Part 3 ] [ Part 4 ]

@alexyournarrator - "I need to know what happened next please 😭😭 I love this" Merry Christmas?

A soft, kinda angsty ending to vampire Luci's one-night stand.

Wordcount - 1695

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It’s been several weeks since “the disappearing incident,” when you emerged back into your old life covered in mysterious bite marks. Being naturally bothered about such a thing, when your doctor remarked that you appeared to be anemic, your mind drifted to the possibility of a vampire. It was a completely unreasonable assumption in the modern world, but the thought didn’t stop lingering in the back of your mind on the search for the real answer. There’s… a part of you that hopes that dream of yours is real… 

Today is just another day, marked only by the fact that your hand is tracing its way up your bare leg, your eyes closed as you remember that dream. The dream that returned to you with decreasing clarity, though it doesn’t stop you from pleasuring yourself to that wonderful pace. To the feeling of sharp fangs sunken into your skin, pain and pleasure indistinguishable as he sucks, trying his hardest to be quiet for the sake of his pride…

What in hell?

You jump out of your bed in surprise as you catch a glint in your window, and you shove the curtain aside, staring into the night. Was… was someone watching you? And watching you do that of all things…

A cold sweat runs down your neck, and you wet your lips. This isn’t the first time you’ve felt like someone was watching you either. You couldn’t be entirely sure, and maybe you were just being paranoid because there was an entire month of your life that you couldn’t remember, but dammit, this was getting ridiculous! Should you just call the police? But I don’t really have any evidence except for that month… isn’t this just a delusion?

You might have dismissed your fears yet again if it hadn’t been for the fact that you saw a rather large, rather terrifying bat clinging to the side of your window. Your lips part as you connect your eyes with its reddish ones. This is what you had been so paranoid about? A fruit bat sleeping in your window? Though… it’s definitely not a normal fruit bat, considering the scary thing has nearly frozen in place since it locked eyes with you. Hell, does it have two pairs of wings? It’s the middle of the night, so it’s a bit hard to see…

“What are you doing here?” you hiss at it, and the bat blinks at you. Of course, you’re not going to get an answer out of a bat. 

“Dammit.” Or, maybe you will get an answer? Also, what the fresh hell was with that deep, attractive voice? “I knew I was making a mistake, but I made it anyway.” 

“What are you doing here?” you ask again, and it almost seems like the bat sighs. 

“I know what I said. But I wanted to see you. I couldn’t stop myself.” A bat wanted to see me. I’m going mad. 

“You wanted to see me with my pants off?” 

“Not that specifically, though I admit I was enjoying it.” A perverted bat at that. Your mind loves conjuring bizarre things, doesn't it?

"Get in here." You don't actually expect the bat to obey that order when you open the window, but it does, flashing the burgundy undersides of its massive wings, and a moment later, you’re staring at a rather attractive, black-haired gentleman with deep garnet eyes. There’s… something terribly familiar about him, but you can’t quite place your fingers on it. 

“A bat just turned into a person,” you say blankly. You’re tempted to reach out and touch him, but you’re not sure if you’re ready to handle the depth of your estrangement with reality if you actually make contact. “I’m too obsessed with vampires lately.”

“You’re still having fantasies about me?” the man chuckles. “I was expecting a week, not two months. Don’t tell me your dreams are still crystal clear?” Ah. That’s why he looks so familiar—he’s literally the man of your dreams. And… maybe something else? There’s something very nostalgic about the way he smells, the smugness on his face, the concern hidden behind his eyes. 

“Have you been molesting me in my sleep? Because if you have been, good job.” You finally risk reaching out to clap his shoulder, and your hand thuds into solid clavicle. Well, shit. 

--

“Bark, MC.” 

“Just please do it; I’m busy enough as it is…” 

“Come to me immediately if my brothers bother you.” 

--

You shake your head as his voice floods your head, and it feels like pieces of that dream you forgot are suddenly coming back to you in droves. You know this person; you definitely know him, but… 

--

“Can I… have a hug?” 

--

Tears form in your eyes without you realizing it, and you slap Lucifer hard in the face before you engulf him in a consuming, passionate kiss. The memories of that month are fitting themselves together and finally making sense. 

“I take it that means you rememb—” 

“Shut up. Just shut up,” you groan as you seal your lips together again, the sound of your kisses filling your darkened room as you greedily run your hands over his face, overcome with the need to make the most of this meeting, whether it’s going to be the last one or not. It’s entirely possible that he might kill you by accident, although you can’t bring yourself to truly believe that.  

“Did I make you miss me?” he asks despite your no-talking rule, and you slap him again before you bury your hands in his hair and push him against your bed, his form collapsing onto it as he rubs his fingers against your scalp. 

“Never,” you say between kisses. “Ever erase my memories again, you fucking dick.” 

“Someone is being a lot bolder than I remember,” Lucifer grunts, although it doesn’t sound like he minds as he tugs at your lip and pulls you onto his lap. Hm. Comfy. 

“Well, excuse me for being pissed,” you retort. “Seriously, Lucifer, you bite me, have sex with me, tell me you love me, bite me some more, and then you leave?” Lucifer looks away, his fingers trailing down your spine before dropping off you entirely. 

“I shouldn’t be here,” he replies. “MC, once I start, it’s hard for me to stop. You know that first-hand.” You can feel his muscles tensing underneath you, and his hands clench your sheets. 

“But you did stop,” you point out. 

“So what? That was one time. All it takes is one lapse of control, and then…” 

“Why don’t we see if the first time was just a fluke? You look starving.” Lucifer stares at you. Blinks. 

“MC, you’re playing games with your life,” he scolds, although you don’t miss his eyes flicking towards your neck, towards the blood starting to pound in your veins. Maybe this is really dangerous, but you kind of like it. Hell, you liked it when Lucifer bit you over and over again, losing himself as he took you. 

“You’re the one that interrupted me in the middle of masturbating,” you reply, ghosting your lips over his. “So stop being such a baby and take responsibility.” His eyes flash with irritation, and the next thing you know, he has you pinned against him, his fingers brushing between your legs. You shudder, even as he captures your lips again, and you can see in his face that’s he’s already untethering, deciding how much of a mess he wants to leave you. 

“If you die, I’m going to kill you,” he rasps before he nestles his hand tight into your hair and tugs your head to one side before he opens his mouth to reveal his fangs. Unconsciously, you shiver at the sight of them, and you can feel the smugness radiating from the Pureblood. Moments later, you’re squirming on his lap, overcome with the familiar, enjoyable pain as he sucks at the skin and takes your blood. You can feel him getting harder by the second, and that gives you a ridiculous sense of triumph. The great and terrible Lucifer, slave to your whims! Honestly, you’re not sure who’s in control right now, though you’re not sure if you care. 

“That’s better, isn’t it?” you taunt him, your eyes focused on the tracery of blood on his lips, waiting to fall until his tongue flicks across them. Seconds later, he’s on the other side of your neck, digging his fangs into you even deeper than before, sending you gasping and writhing while letting you grind desperately against his hand. “Lucifer!” 

“I hope you’re prepared for the consequences of loving a vampire, MC. Because I might just drink you dry and turn you into one.” 

“Is it bad that I think that kind-of sounds fun?” Lucifer chuckles at that. 

“Normally, I would tell you it’s a wretched and miserable existence, but…” Lucifer kisses the edge of your jaw, sighing softly against his skin. You can feel his lukewarm skin becoming hot as the instants pass, and you wonder if it’s your blood that gives him that warmth. You can almost feel contentment mixed with his rapidly building libido, and you have the strong feeling that no matter how much he denied himself, he wanted nothing more than to see you next to him. “Maybe you’ve already proven me incorrect.” 

“Well, if you were less of a stubborn prick and you were more open to being proven wrong…” 

“MC, there’s only so many insults I’m going to tolerate from you.” 

“Yeah? What are you going to do?”

“Do you remember the last time?” He softly inhales against your hair before he kisses your ear, sending pleasant prickles dancing over your skin as the dulled pain in your neck throbs. 

“Yeah, thankfully.” 

“This time, I’m not drunk.” 

Oh shit. I’m not going to be able to go to work tomorrow, am I?

The thought is intoxicating, though you can’t say you mind. Maybe you wouldn’t mind becoming Lucifer’s vampiric bride either. But for now… this warm moment of reunion is the only thing that exists, the only thing you want right this instant. And just for now… that’s enough.

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[P3] Your Blood, Your Heart

NSFW Lucifer x F!MC Spice Rating - 3/4 DON'T BURN YOURSELF

[ Part 1 ] [ Part 2 ] [ Part 3 ] [ Part 4 ]

Wordcount - 1107

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Why did that sensation feel so different from your own fingers? He was starting to give you such a rush that you could barely think.

---

This might be against the rules, but you’re burying your fingers into his loose tie, sweeping the fabric away from his neck even as you greedily pick at his buttons. Screw him for having so many of the infernal things. 

"Ah…!" you gasp, your voice rising an involuntary octave as Lucifer wraps his mouth around one of your tits and sucks, his free hand sliding delicately down your side before his fingers hook into your waistband. 

"What a nice cry," he murmurs against your skin with a faint smirk before he gives the other breast a similar treatment, leaving you squirming at the sensation. His tongue works over your breasts, his fangs making you twitch every time they gently graze the sensitive flesh. Will he bite you here? 

Still, you work at his buttons, and you're finally met with his collarbone. But you're not settling for that if he's letting you get away with this transgression. You kiss his neck and it feels like his entire body shudders as he stares hungrily down at you, his parted lips slightly rouged with dried blood. He softly chuckles to himself, even as he pulls his knee between your legs, lightly taunting you. You can get off on my leg, can't you? 

"MC, do you want to know what's on my mind right now?" 

"Is it bad, or is it good?" 

"Very, very bad,"' he replies as he starts taking your pants off. 

"You already made me curious." You feel a breeze, and you come to the abrupt realization that you're naked, and all of your clothes are on the floor. He kisses your stomach, his eyes burning up at you. 

"I'm imagining," he says, wrapping his hand around one of your thighs, "the rush I'll get from fucking you into oblivion with my fangs in your neck." Goosebumps ripple up and down your spine as you wet your lips. What would that feel like? Despite yourself, that thought enters your head as Lucifer admires every inch of your naked body. "Just thinking about it makes me want to do so many things to you…"

Lucifer's lips keep dragging down, down, and as he does, his fangs press into you harder, begging to break the skin. His lips eventually come to rest against your inner thigh, and he licks the skin, sweetly soothing it from the abrasion of his teeth. Will he? Will he?

"AAA—!" you gasp as he bites your thigh, actively groaning as he does so, one of his hands straying down towards his now-evident erection. A sharp slurp breaks your attention as he loses control, his cheeks burning pink. The sight should probably scare you, but either you've lost too much blood to think straight, or Lucifer's horny expression is too much for you, or both.

His other hand glides across your thigh as if it’s a precious possession of his, a soft groan slipping out of his throat as he messily kisses and licks your reddened flesh. Is he trying to eat you? If so, you’ve never seen Lucifer enjoy a meal this much. 

When he kisses higher than his selected spot, that’s when your brain starts to go wild. He might eat you in a completely different sense, and you’re perfectly fine with that. When he pulls away at your little desperate whine, he lightly chuckles to himself. Tease. Fucking tease. Jesus, the one time you wish Lucifer didn’t give you those menstruation control pills. 

“If you were on your period,” he says, making you flinch. Could he actually read your mind? No, he said that was Belphie’s ability… “I would have buried my head between your legs in public.” You twitch. What? “That said… it seems like you might have been into that.” His fingers dip into your heat, and you almost yelp in surprise. “Are you trying to tell me you’re more of a dirty girl than I thought you were?” 

Your lips part with some shock as he shows you the thorough coating on his fingers. You might have intended on telling him that you really weren’t into exhibitionism, but… “Care to tell me what this is from, MC?” 

“There was a lot of touching involved,” you reply faintly. “What about you? What’s your excuse for staining your pants?” Well, you certainly made him look, though he didn’t seem very happy about it when he figured out no such thing had happened. “Ahn!” Your body writhes, shaking at his whim as he curls two fingers into you, his thumb abusing your poor clit. 

“Sorry, I didn’t hear you over the sound of your dripping cunt. What was that, MC?” He smiles so serenely as he takes his time tormenting you, letting you gasp and cry out as you grind desperately against his hand. The man could not handle the mere suggestion of losing, and he was going to make you beg for it by the end of the night. 

“Lucifer, don’t…!” you cry plaintively as he takes his hand away, leaving you sorely frustrated and him quite pleased as you squirm in unfinished agony. 

“Don’t what?” He’s grinning, and his fangs are on full display as he licks his index finger. “There’s no need to glare at me. If there’s something you want from me, I’ll give it to you. This is your last night with me, after all, isn’t it?” An unexpected sadness pulls at your gut when he says that. Lucifer shows you a little bit of his real feelings, and he has to push you away from them?

“If it’s really my last night here, then fuck me.” You grab a tight hold of his shirt in both hands, jerking him down towards you and surprising him in the process. But your next words nearly shock the Pureblood stupid. “And don’t be fucking gentle.” 

And that was how you ended up in the human world getting asked endless questions about the dozens of bite marks on your skin you couldn’t remember getting. There was also that bizarre mug with a three-headed dog on it that showed up in your house the same day you did. And as for your dreams… oh dear. Your brain had such interesting ideas of how those puncture wounds got there. Who even was that hottie?

BONUS:

When Lucifer brought you back, he almost broke into a hospital with his fly open because he thought you were in urgent need of a blood transfusion. You weren’t, as it turned out, but he was still concerned, so he ended up watching you while you were passed out. Despite erasing your memories, he keeps debating the pros and cons of visiting you. 

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[P1] Ωmega Protection

NSFW Lucifer x F!MC

Spice Rating - 2/4 KINDA SPICY

[ Part 1 ] [ Part 2 ] [ Part 3 ]

I did Luci in heat, now I'm doing you in heat.

[ Story Premise - You're an omega going into heat for the first time in a house with seven demonic alphas. And yet, when the oldest discovers you, he doesn't seem to be fazed? ]

Wordcount - 1330 (excluding Omegaverse info)

BASELINE INFORMATION ABOUT OMEGAVERSE:

In addition to biological sex, there are three designations identified as part of a person’s reproductive set. These are as follows:

Alpha [ α ] - These are those that stand on the top of society. Usually, they have superior intelligence, athletic ability, dexterity, charisma, you name it. Typically, they make up about 10% or less of society. 

Beta [ ꞵ ] - These are your average people living average lives. Or, at the very least, more average than alphas. They make up about 85% or more of society. 

Omega [ Ω ] - Most of the time, this designation is the rarest, typically 5% or less and the most stigmatized, as omegas go into heat. Both male and female omegas can get pregnant by male and female alphas.*

Betas and alphas in particular can smell when an omega is in heat, and alphas are usually irresistibly drawn into heat themselves. 

*There is a Wikipedia article (if you are curious like me) on omegaverse which details a proposed concept of how tf this might work, along with typical tropes associated with the genre, e.g. irreversible mating bonds and dubious consent.

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It was two months ago, you think, that you entered the Devildom, and there was nothing more terrifying. Among other things, you were living in a house full of seven alpha men. Like that wasn't terrifying enough, you're an omega masquerading as a beta, not to mention the fact that you haven't even had your first heat yet. It's true that the demon brothers don't seem as scary as they originally appeared, and you have a bit of a soft spot for several of them, but they're still alphas that think you're a beta. You can't imagine what they'll think of you, what they'll do if they smell you…

In any case, you're dancing on a thread of safety that's liable to snap at any given moment. 

And it just so happens that your first heat is today. You're fortunate enough that it starts in your room, but you have no idea what to do with yourself. It begins with just a faint, pleasant warmth before it escalates into a hot current that sweeps through you over and over again.

Rational thought declines, and you almost throw your pen at the wall in frustration because of it. Like it wasn't hard enough to do math!? 

And, when you touch… oh. That's very bad. Very bad. That's something you need to take care of right now. So, what else can you do but masturbate trying to satisfy yourself before one of them finds you in this sorry state? 

Images of the guys pop into your head, and you start thinking about one or two of them “taking care of you.” Especially Lucifer. He was so… dominant, and god you desperately wanted that right now. Once you start thinking about what he could do to you to relieve your unbearable arousal, you can’t stop. Running his hands all over you while kissing down your neck. Biting you, digging his nails into you… whipping you, covering you in crimson ropes… fucking you gently, fucking you roughly…

You let out a strangled whine the longer it goes on. You can’t cum, and the heat refuses to disappear. What if you're discovered? What if they…you swallow. You want them to see you. No, wait, you don’t. They can't see you like this. That’s beyond dangero—

"MC, if you don't start checking your D.D.D. I'm going to…" Lucifer's voice trails off as his hand slips off your doorknob, his eyes roving up and down your disheveled form. After another second passes, he closes the door behind him, and you start shaking. Fear? Arousal? Which is it? "You're in heat." 

"N-No, I'm not." Your mind is screaming at you to throw yourself at him, but your self-preservation impulses are just a little stronger. 

Lucifer, however, doesn't pounce on you like you fear he will—how you've been taught alphas will. Instead, he's very calm as he takes you in, watching you desperately try to cover up what you were doing. 

"Keep going." 

"Why would I—?" you gasp before you realize you're already following the order. Was he controlling you? No, no of course not. Actually, you’re doing it because you want the alpha to lose it and pounce on you. 

"You're not being very efficient. Honestly, haven't you ever done this before?" His words hold an edge that his voice lacks, and you twitch as he approaches closer. "No, stop moving your fingers so hastily. You're going to hurt yourself before you can climax." Lucifer takes hold of your hand and replaces it with his gloved one, and you gasp and shake at his touch. Was he teasing you? Preparing you? “Be patient, MC,” he scolds as you buck against him while he gently rubs your clit. “No rushing. I’ll stop if you do that again.” 

“Lucifer, please,” you gasp, squeezing your eyes shut as he keeps circling your clitoris at a steady pace. “More…” 

“What did I say about rushing?” Despite saying that, he makes you cry out as he pinches the little bundle of nerves he’s been tormenting. “You’re supposed to enjoy getting off, so don’t take the value out of it. Now, did you have something specific in mind?” Specific? What was that supposed to mean? 

“Y-You,” you try, doing your damnedest not to desperately grind against his hand. It’s torture, but his fingers feel so fucking amazing; if he stopped, you’d turn into a begging, desperate mess. You’d get down on your knees, clutch your way up his leg and—

“And? What about me?”  

“You… gnn. Everything. I want you to do everything to me.” God, you shouldn’t be saying that, but at this point, you’re too aroused by the thought that this damn alpha is probably preparing you for a lot more than his fingers. 

“You can’t have everything at once. Choose one fantasy and stick to it,” Lucifer scolds you, although that’s just feeding into how turned on you are. “Throw yourself into it and focus on it. Right now, for example… you can’t think of anything else but me, can you?” You shake your head before you moan his name, making him smirk. “There… you’re close now, aren’t you?” 

“Yes,” you gasp, clawing at his sleeve, and he chuckles softly to himself before he finally starts to speed up the pace. Each stroke gets faster, until you’re crying out with each little motion he makes, tears spilling from your eyes as your release finally starts to come within sight.  “Fu—ck! Lucifer!”  

“Cum for me,” he says in a honeyed tone, and you almost immediately come undone, writhing and clenching the sheets. Drool runs out of your mouth as the pleasure floods through you, still surging upwards as Lucifer keeps stroking you, helping you ride through your orgasm. It’s not hard to tell that he’s enjoying how you’re helplessly losing yourself in his touch. 

As you slowly, slowly return to your senses, you realize that while your heat is still coursing through your body, it’s not nearly as unbearable as it was before. While your mind is recovering from its voyage into nothingness, your curiosity finally sets in. 

“Why didn’t you go crazy?” you mumble, watching as Lucifer takes a cloth from his pocket and gingerly cleans his glove off. Strangely enough, he stares at the fluid for a long moment before an annoyed look crosses his face as he shakes his head and crumples it. “Alphas always lose their minds and start rutting when they smell an omega in heat…” 

“Not all of us are slaves to our impulses,” Lucifer replies, closing his eyes. “That being said, I wish you would have informed me that you were an omega earlier. Mammon would probably have been okay, but I can’t say the same for everyone else.” 

“Why Mammon?” 

“I trust him to keep you safe.” He pauses, frowning. “I didn’t mean to say that out loud. Don’t ever tell him I said that.”

“...why?” 

“I’m not obligated to answer that question, particularly since I’ve just done you a service.” 

“How long are you going to hold that over my head?” you ask, despairing, although there’s a part of you that wants him to sexually blackmail you with that information. Maybe he could drag you to his bed and… dammit, stop it! 

“Just for this,” he replies, fluffing your hair and startling you in the process. “This is our little secret, MC.” He kisses the side of your head. “And when I leave, stand up, lock the door, and do exactly what I taught you until your heat disappears. If you want me to give you a fantasy to get off on, just imagine me…” Lucifer runs his hand down your side. “Putting you on display…” He rubs your thigh, his mouth now touching your ear. “Edging you…” The inside of your thigh. “Until the only thing that fills your dirty brain…” He bites your ear, making you gasp, “is how badly you want me to claim you as my mate.”   

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They Said No... Part 1

Obey Me! x MC!

Featuring: Lucifer, Mammon, and Leviathan

Part 2 HERE

Part 3 HERE

~Regular projects are being put on pause because I am a bit stressed. And I feel like this will help me out.

~We all get asked to do things sometimes that we do not want to do. And it's okay to say no, but sometimes you need a little extra help to get the point across.

Warnings: Pushy Demons, talk of pact control,

Lucifer

The eldest Avatar of Pride tries to hide the spring in his step as he approaches your meeting place. He had managed to work through all of the day's paperwork, and to celebrate, he was planning on taking you out to a nice meal on the town. 

But as he gets closer, he sees a few familiar noble demons practically standing over you. The polite smile that rests on your lips is betrayed by your overly tense body language and the grip you have on your DDD. Clearly, you would like to be anywhere else.

His brow furrows in concern as he focuses his attention on your conversion to see what exactly it is they want with you. Knowing that he can't just step in on your conversation without a good reason. Especially in High society.

"I will not do that; it is not right." your voice says, sounding quite annoyed at the situation you are in. It makes Lucifer chuckle to himself; you are just as headstrong as ever. But he does wonder what deed these men are asking you to do that frustrates you so.

The Demon clears his throat haughtily and steps closer to you, his companion mirroring the action, not giving you a chance to walk away. "It's for the good of the Devildom MC if you were to just use that silly little pact mark of yours and order Lucifer to drag his feet on signing off on that royal proclamation the Demon Lord has put out. We will happily be on our way and out of your hair."

Lucifer's jaw clenches furiously at the Demon's words. Ever since word of your pact with the eldest avatar of sin has spread through the Devildom, he has been waiting for insignificant worms to try and abuse the pacts. The Larger of the two demons is a known instigator of political conflict, thriving on the chaos of delayed legislation and discord. His beady eyes stare down at you condescendingly as he flares his dragonfly-shaped wings in the hope of intimidating you into doing his bidding. 

"I don't use my pacts," you spit, a nervous tremor to your voice. Your strength may be great, but you haven't the energy to deal with these Demons right now. "Please leave me alone."

"You will do what I want," the Winged Demon snarls, reaching out toward your arm. 

"That's enough," Lucifer cuts in, stepping down the corner as if he has only just stumbled upon this little scene. The three of you turn towards him instantly, and the two demons take a large step away from you cowardly. "Now, my human has clearly said no to whatever it was you were trying to get them to do, so be on your way."

Too afraid to say anything else, the two demons rush away, leaving you alone with the Avatar of Pride. You throw yourself into his chest, your body shaking a bit as you relax. 

"I did say no, Lucifer," you say into his collar. "Did you hear me? I would never want to do that to you, I promise."

"I heard everything; you did nothing wrong." he soothes; dealing with those demons can wait for later, but for now, he needs to take care of you.

Mammon

Mammon loves to spoil you more than anything in the three realms. The days after he plays well at the casino are spent in luxury; he takes you to the best shops and restaurants in the Devildom, more than ready to treat you the way you deserve to be treated. 

The café you were at is no exception with its luxuriously decadent sweets and, as Mammon had just found out, the fully stocked bathroom of complimentary samples. After sticking a handful of the mini cologne samples into his pocket, he comes back to the table to where you are sitting. But as he approaches your sweet little table in the corner, he notices you are no longer alone. The previously unoccupied seats at your table are now in use by some demons he knows.

Mammon may not be the best judge of character, but even he knows these guys are bad news. In the past, they have tried to start numerous sham businesses and fraudulent get-rich-quick schemes. 

Why in Diavolo would they be talking to his human? This is supposed to be his time with you?.

He feels his protective greed towards you start to flare up as he approaches a table, his superior hearing picking up a bit of their conversation.

"Come on, doll face," the blond one coo's leaning back on the seat next to yours, "We got a great opportunity for Mammon; he just needs a bit of convincing to agree."

You shake your head now and, with a politeness that would put even Barbados to shame, and say that Mammon is perfectly capable of making these decisions for himself. 

The trust that you have for your first Demon causes a heavy flush to appear on his cheeks. 

"Don't be like that, Mc," the other one pushes, swinging a lazy arm over your shoulder. Not seem to care that you tense up under the weight of his unwelcome touch. "if you do this for us, two pretty influential demons will owe you a favor."

The touch is the straw that broke the camel's back. No one gets to act so freely with his human. "Oi, get yer own human," he shouts, rushing forward and pulling you from the Demon's grip. "Come on, Mc, they don't got anythin worth lookin' at." 

Not caring about the uneaten treats that have just arrived at the table, he leads you away from those creeps and out of the cafe. 

Once alone and safe, he shoots you a wink. "Next time, just don't say anything to those losers. The Great Mammon will keep em away."

Leviathan

Levi's merch collection is one of the most coveted of the entire Devildom. His Figurines, Manga, DVDs, and memorabilia are worth a small fortune thanks to his fascination and skill as a top Otaku.

He has a sixth sense for picking out the most sought-after merch.

His fans on his online servers love his collection almost as much as he does. Blowing up his chat whenever he unboxes a new figurine.

He loves it, but he prefers to keep his online life online. Especially when he has to leave the house to go to RAD.

Today is one of those days; although most of his classes are online, he still has to show up to campus to take exams. With his exam done, he leaves the testing center and goes to find the classroom where you are studying.

As he approaches the open door, he sees you having a conversation with a demon he thinks he recognizes.

Not one for unwanted social interaction; he waits outside only to hear the conversation that the two of you are having.

"Please, Mc, you gotta give me that figurine. Levi-chan will never love Zaramela as I do. It will be the perfect addition to my collection." they plead, sinking to their knees and staring up at you with watery avian esque eyes. Zaramela is one of Levi's favorite Idols; he won a contest the other day for one of her limited-edition singing figurines. 

Levi has already turned down many people's requests to buy it, wanting to keep it for himself. But now they're going through you to try and get him to hand it over. It's so gross it makes him want to shut himself away in his room and never come out. Curiously he waits for you to respond to the crying Demon.

"He already told you that he wasn't going to give it away. "You stay calm, taking a step back to create some distance between you and the Demon. "You're just gonna have to find something else for your collection."

"No," they shout, springing to their feet, "I need her; I need her. Why don't you do this one thing for me?"

Levi knows his Henry can handle this guy, but the pushiness the Demon is showing towards you is something that makes his blood boil.

"Like MC would ever listen to a normie like you, you are a disgrace to the fandom." Levi spits with a confidence he didn't know he possessed as he takes your hand and walks you back to the house of lamination.

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[lost-in-lamentation]

you're not his. but he hopes that with this, you'll finally see how much he wants you.

content: the brothers give you their purest form of affection. what do they do?

warnings: if you don't like physical affection, this may not be for you (⇀‸↼‶)

part two with the sides here.

belphegor; he bites you.

he watches you flip through your homework, his gaze following your pen as you scribble across the page. it's not long before he decides he can't hold back anymore, and eventually makes his way over to you. he places his hands on your shoulders, letting you know he's there, before he nips lightly at the base of your neck.

"wha- belphie! what was that for?!" you cry out, your face beginning to flush.

belphegor smiles at you, his eyes soft yet mischievous. "figure it out yourself."

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beelzebub; he gives you bunny kisses.

after a hard fought fangol game, beelzebub can't help but look for you in the crowd. when he finally sees you, arms waving excitedly and all, he runs harder than he did the whole game. the demon slows to a stop in front of you, your grin inviting him closer. his hands move faster than he thinks, cupping your face as he leans in to rub his nose with yours. when he pulls back, his hands are replaced by a light blush.

"beel, you..."

beelzebub takes your hand in his. "let's go get something to eat."

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asmodeus; he pampers you.

a long day leaves you too tired to properly freshen up at the end of it. but asmodeus decides that if anyone gets to share his special beauty products, it's you. he tugs you into his private bathroom with the utmost care, handing you bottles of who knows what that he says will help you. when you've finished, asmodeus has you lay down on his bed, his hands slowly working the knots out of your back.

you release a relaxed sigh under his touch. "thanks, asmo," you murmur.

asmodeus delights in the way you start to melt. "anything for you, darling."

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satan; he touches foreheads with you.

the sight of you reading a book he recommended while sitting in his favourite chair was simply too much. he stares at you a while longer before he decides he's had enough. the blonde makes his way towards you, his lips pouting, but his eyes loving. he waits for you to look up at him, and when you do, he leans down, pressing his forehead onto yours. his eyes flutter shut, and he is internally thanking the stars that you haven't pulled away.

"are you okay?" you whisper ever so softly.

satan reaches to rub a thumb over your cheek. "i am now."

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leviathan; he links your arms together.

he spends at least fifteen minutes debating if he's allowed to even touch you. you're so close to him; if you were sitting any nearer, you'd be brushing elbows. was it so bad of him to want that? the game he's playing with you takes second priority for a brief second, causing leviathan to slip up and nearly die in game. when you look at him, concern written across your face, he can't stop himself. his arm snakes around yours, linking together.

"levi? you're okay with this?"

"i-if it's you... yeah. i think am," he stutters, trying to ignore the way you shift closer to him.

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mammon; he gives you a back hug.

when he comes home, the last thing he expects is to overhear you arguing with lucifer about him. but when mammon listens to you defending his name, he nearly breaks down then and there. he waits for you to leave lucifer's study, waits for you to pad down the hallway down to your room. when he finally catches a glimpse of you, he's throwing himself around you, arms wrapping your waist and his face burying into your hair.

"what's this about, mammon?"

"... nothin'." mammon sighs against your neck, his fingers tapping on your stomach one time, then four times, then three times. he hopes you'll understand.

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lucifer; he kisses you.

the eldest of seven nearly has a heart attack when he awakes on his bed. he remembers falling asleep at his desk, not his bed. lucifer snaps his head around and is greeted by you, sitting at the desk he thought he had never left. he barely registers the words that leave your mouth as he begins to walk towards you. for once, lucifer acts without thinking, and he finds himself gravitating towards you to place a gentle kiss on your lips. he practically shudders with joy when you return the sentiment.

"good morning," you say as you separate, breath fanning against his lips.

"good morning," lucifer returns, chasing you for one more kiss.

a/n: asmo is so hard to write for me... i'm sorry asmo fans. (also, should i do a part 2 for purgatory hall and royalty crew?)

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he never imagined he'd show anyone this side of himself. but when it's you, he can't help but show you everything.

a/n: starting the side character writing off with a bang! this is part two of the first sign of affection.

content: what do the side characters do when they want to show you they appreciate you?

warnings: once again, if physical touch isn't your thing, neither is this post. also, solomon is a sad boi.

diavolo; he falls asleep around you.

the future king of devildom takes everything in stride. from RAD problems to royal affairs, diavolo has it all covered. but sometimes, even the ruler himself finds himself on the panicked side. he begins to seek you out when he finds himself standing on anxiety's edge; your presence relaxes him to the point where he can't fight off the tiredness that clings. as the papers get signed, diavolo's eyes start to droop, and he doesn't notice the way you shift yourself closer to catch him. he falls asleep on your shoulder before he knows it, and you allow him to rest as long as he needs.

later, when he stirs and lifts his head to look at you, you quickly coax it back to where it was, sending his heart racing. "go back to sleep, you need it."

"... thank you." diavolo relishes in the way your hand combs through his hair, taking a moment to breathe a sigh of relief.

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barbatos; he fiddles with your hands.

as diavolo's right hand man, barbatos barely ever has a second to spare. so when he extends you an invite to come and have a tea tasting session with him, you absolutely cannot decline. throughout the day, he hands you flavours upon flavours of tea, each time never failing to ask if you'd like to take some of the leaves back home for yourself. the two of you eventually sit in a comfortable silence, fingertips brushing when you reach for the tea pot at the same time. without a word, barbatos slips his gloves off and reaches for your hands, beginning to idly play with your fingers.

your eyes widen in surprise, but you allow him to continue. "you... you okay?"

barbatos doesn't take his eyes away from your hands. "please, indulge me for just a moment," he says softly, placing his palm on top of yours.

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simeon; he plays with your hair.

simeon is often a man of few words. after all, he can never get his d.d.d. to work when he wants to call or even text you. so instead, he goes the old-fashioned way and comes knocking on your door instead. his heart skips a beat when you usher him in, and time flies by without much effort. the two of you sit pressed into each other's sides, and simeon takes his chance when he notices how your head bobs up and down sleepily. his hand reaches up and begins to tenderly card his hand through your hair, chuckling at the wobbly grin you began making.

"that feels nice," you murmur, settling even further into his side.

simeon lightly nuzzles his face on the top of your head in return. "i'm glad."

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solomon; he cries in front of you.

for someone to have lived as long as solomon, emotions begin to blend together. he's long forgotten where the line between sadness and anger lies, and it shows when the sorcerer smiles at a situation that calls for a frown. you recall the story he told you long ago, remembering the way his expression wavered as he recounted his memories. you stand by his side now in silence; his voice falters as he tries to say anything to you. in response, you turn his face towards you, telling him to do what he has never done in front of anyone.

you bring him closer, wrapping your arms around him. "stop holding back. you're safe with me."

"safe with you," solomon whispers back. the dam breaks, and in your presence, solomon allows tears to fall for the first time in centuries.

a/n: i love cat, if you couldn't tell.

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Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary: You believe your intended to be indifferent toward you until an unbearably hot day proves otherwise.

Word Count: 2.2k

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: fluff, fainting, nothing else I don't think

A/N: slay. idk what else to say. dividers by @firefly-graphics. yeehaw.

King's Landing in the summer is scorching. 

When your mother told you that you were to be given a position in court as one of Princess Helaena’s Ladies in Waiting and promised to one of the young princes, she’d swooned over feasts and balls and beautiful gowns, but never once had she mentioned that the warmer seasons in the capital felt like a visit to the Seven Hells themselves. 

What was more, you have seen very little of your betrothed, Prince Aemond, since your arrival so many months ago–he was present only when it was explicitly required, but nothing more. It was evident to others as well, his indifference toward you. A handful of other ladies–quite unsubtly–took to questioning whether your engagement was still to be honored, in fact.

At first, you feared you’d done something to offend him and spent many a sleepless night wracking your brain for what insult you could have caused him or how you might make such an offense right again. 

Try as you might, no answer came, and in time, you grew to feel hopeless about the prospects of your impending marriage, resigning yourself to the fact that it would be one devoid of love. There were far worse fates, to be sure, but the knowledge that others suffered more than you did little to assuage the sting of his continued avoidance. 

Still, you tried to find smaller joys in your life within the Red Keep, taking advantage of all of the splendor royal life had to offer you–the libraries, the gardens, the Godswood. As much as it pained you to have an indifferent betrothed, you quite liked your life here and all the trappings it entailed.

Another small mercy was the friend you’d gained in the princess–you spent every day by her side, enjoying her company and oddities. She was refreshing, you found; different from the other tightly-laced women of the court, and it brought you great relief to converse with her about everything and nothing. 

You’d become one of her most trusted ladies, or so her mother, Queen Alicent, told you with a hushed tone and a subdued smile, and you looked forward to your marriage to her brother so that, at the very least, you could call your dear friend your sister instead. 

Today is hot, unusually so, even for the Crownlands in the summer, and the heavy, humid air sticks to you like a second skin, weighing heavily upon your chest as though to suffocate you.

You knew not why Princess Helaena insisted upon spending so much time in the sun on such a day, but as her future sister, you were happy to indulge her–to a point.

“Your Grace?” you called, dabbing the sweat from your brow as you hurried to catch up with her. “If I may, perhaps we ought to turn indoors until the sun has passed from overhead?”

She turns to you with a dreamlike smile, extending a hand to you, beckoning you back to her side, “A few more moments, perhaps? I am searching for a few more blooms before the sun causes them to wilt.”

You nod in agreement, reasoning to yourself that a little while longer couldn’t hurt–you’d be inside, shaded from the heat in no time–and turn your attention to the ground, searching for the closed petals of moon blooms and dragon’s breath intently, hoping to hurry the process as much as possible.

Although you'd chosen one of the lightest dresses in your possession–a floaty thing made of pale orange cotton–the fabric feels too much to bear, your body prickling beneath it uncomfortably. You can feel sweat gathering in the small of your back, the crooks of your elbows, beneath your breasts, and you fight the irrational urge to claw yourself from your clothing if only to feel a faint whisper of air on your overheated skin.

As if by some miracle, you see it: a tiny white bloom, like the others in Helaena’s basket, tucked away beneath one of the many stone benches throughout the garden, shaded under it from the relentless rays of the sun that pummeled every other plant into submission.

You lean to pluck the flower to add to Helaena’s growing collection and feel a rush of blood to your head, your breath shortening in your chest. 

You weren't the fainting sort–it had happened to you few enough times that you could count them on one hand–but you knew what was sure to follow that swell of unsteadiness. 

“Your Grace,” you straighten hazily, flower in hand, depositing it haphazardly into her basket. “If you will excuse me, I must…must step out of the sun for a moment–I am so sorry–” you teeter away, unable to wait for Helaena to reply, rounding the corner of the path that leads back to the Keep, stumbling and gripping at the low stone wall beside you. 

Before you, your eyes settle on a pair of black boots and dark trouser-clad legs–what a foolish choice of attire on a day like this–and flick your gaze up, meeting the curious stare of Prince Aemond.

Fuck.

“My Prince,” you breathe, forcing yourself upright and ducking into a deep curtsey, your head spinning, vision growing spotty around the edges. “You…must accept my apology–for my appearance–” Your feeble attempt at manners is the last thing you can muster before you tumble to the ground, your fingers cold and the rest of your body far too warm. 

You come to just a few moments later, your body drenched in sweat and your head nestled into the crook of someone's elbow. The person has scraped your dampened hair from your neck, allowing it to be kissed by a faint breeze. 

“Forgive me,” your rescuer–a man, by the sound of it–murmurs, and with a rip, the bodice of your dress comes apart, leaving you in your shift. The burst of air against your body is wonderful, and you release a shaky exhale of relief, your eyelids fluttering, distantly aware of the clatter of metal on stone as he discards what you presume to be a knife.

“I have called for the Maesters, my Lady,” the man continues, his voice a comforting hum. “Until they arrive, it is best to try to cool you–I must apologize most fervently for ruining your dress and exposing you so.”

You manage, slowly, to open your eyes, peering through your lashes. You're shocked to find Prince Aemond gazing down at you, his pale brows drawn together in concern. If you were in a more solid state of mind, you might have been embarrassed to be so underdressed before your betrothed, but at the present moment, you couldn't give less of a shit if you tried.

“My Lady?” the tips of his calloused fingers brush against your cheek in an almost tender manner, so different from the cold indifference you'd become accustomed to from him. “Can you hear me?”

“A-apologies, Your Grace,” you croak, your voice temporarily failing you on the first syllable. “I can hear you–please, do not allow me to trouble you–” You move to sit up, though your head remains clouded. 

“You ought not to move just yet,” he presses his hand to your shoulder now, easing you back into the crook of his elbow. “I caught you before your head struck the ground, but it would certainly be more prudent for you to remain still until a Maester sees to you.”

You are puzzled by his warmth and concern, though not unpleasantly so, and settle back against him with a dazed nod, “I suppose you are right, Your Grace.”

An overwhelming wave of fatigue sweeps through you, and your body sags, cognizant only of the Prince’s arm beneath you, and his firm, cool palm brushing your hair away from your clammy forehead. 

You fade in and out of consciousness for the next few hours and are eventually transported to your rooms. It is uncertain to you precisely when you are finally taken back to your chambers, but you know that Prince Aemond is the one that carries you.

When you awaken, you've been changed into a nightdress, replacing your sweat-soaked garments, and damp rags rest on your forehead and your wrists to reduce your temperature. 

The interior of the palace manages to remain temperate, even on days as blistering as this, all thanks to the breeze that sweeps in from Blackwater Bay and the thick, cold stone walls that keep the heat from permeating too quickly. 

Mercifully, the servants have foregone the lighting of any candles or the hearth, allowing you to rest in the cool dark, relishing the faint tickle of afternoon air on your face from the open window. 

Slowly, you sit up, removing the dampened cloths from your head and arms, blinking as you gaze around the room, regaining your bearings. 

All appears as you expect–tapestries on the walls, books on the shelves–except for one thing.

A Targaryen Prince is sitting at your bedside. 

Prince Aemond, always so composed in public, dozes in the chair beside you, the dark fabric of his tunic rustling when he shifts in his seat. The blunted point of his chin rests on his chest, the pale lashes of his uncovered eye fluttering against his cheek. He looks lovely like this, you think. Undisturbed and almost peaceful. 

As if having sensed your wakefulness, his eye flicks open, settling on you almost immediately. 

He all but leaps to his feet, the wooden legs of his chair screeching loudly against the floor, making both of you wince at the sound. 

“My Lady,” he ducks his head, his ears burning scarlet in the half-light. “I do not mean to intrude. I simply wished to see how you fared after this afternoon.”

“I am much better, thank you,” you murmur, unable to prevent your lips from turning upward at how endearingly awkward he was. “And I have you to thank for it, do I not?”

“Not I,” his answer comes in a rush. “The Maesters are the ones responsible for your care after all–”

“And were you not there to break my fall, my injury would surely be far greater than it is, would it not?” you reason, shifting yourself to rest upon the headboard, smoothing a few errant strands of hair from your face. 

“I suppose so,” he relents softly, and you smile.

“Then you have my thanks,” you gesture hesitantly to the chair beside your bed, wordlessly bidding him to sit beside you once more, and after a brief moment of pause, he acquiesces, perching there stiffly. 

“You need not thank me,” he murmurs, glancing down at his hands, folded politely in his lap. “Tis only what any man of good breeding might have done.”

“You are too humble, Prince Aemond,” you reply, a quiet laugh rising in your thinly-covered chest. “Although, if it would please you, I can always recant my thanks.”

“I would not dare do my Lady the dishonor of refusing her good opinion,” he does not quite smile, but the corner of his mouth twitches, at long last giving an indication of good humor beneath his dark, brooding surface. 

“I am glad to hear it.”

The pair of you sit in silence for a beat before he speaks again, his voice a low hum.

“I fear I would be remiss if I did not also express my deepest apologies to you,” he speaks to his hands, fiddling with his fingers restlessly. “It has come to my attention that I have not been as…attentive to you as one ought to be with their intended. I only ever aimed to not make you feel forced into my company, but my sister and mother have…informed me that course of action has only served to make you feel neglected.”

You blink at him, stunned by his straightforwardness, opening and closing your mouth twice as though to speak, but no sound comes. 

“I am afraid that it took holding you in my arms today, in the gardens, for me to realize how little I know you,” he continues. “Although, if I may speak boldly, I already carry much affection for you in my heart.”

A slow smile creeps across your features, softening them, your cheeks warm, though this time, it has nothing to do with the heat. 

“I should like…to spend more time with you,” he manages, forcing himself to tear his gaze from his hands to rest upon your face. “If, that is to say, you would allow me such a pleasure.”

“I would be most happy to have the honor of your company more frequently, your Grace,” you respond softly, and on a whim, you shift closer to the edge of the bed, letting your legs dangle off the edge, the side of your foot brushing his upper calf. 

It is the first physical contact you have had with him outside of your duties–aside from your spell earlier this afternoon, at least–and it sends a delighted thrill through you to be so close to the man you hoped you would one day love. 

His body grows tense at the contact and then relaxes, his leg tilting slightly to return your innocent, nearly accidental touch. 

Neither of you says a word, but your heart beats wildly in your chest, fluttering against your ribs like a caged bird, and his cheeks have turned pale pink from his confession, though he holds your gaze steadily now. 

For the first time since your arrival, you feel that your childish dream of growing to love your betrothed was not, perhaps, so far-fetched as you'd let yourself believe.

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