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Hi! I love your writing very much! I have just read your "another demon flirting with you" scenario, and now I really, REALLY would like to know, how Mammon would react in this situation!! Thank you in advance!
You finally took Asmo up on the offer to join him at one of the “glamourous” parties he frequents on the weekends, but it didn’t take long to lose him in the crowds that seemed to follow him. You’re not too concerned, however. As one of two human exchange students, it’s obvious who you are and that you’re under the protection of the most powerful demons here, so most of the demons you usually meet are either kind to you or avoid you altogether.
However, you didn’t account for how much Demonus would be flowing through the party. The guests are raucous, moving to the music or yelling to be heard over it. It gives you a bit of anxiety, but you’re trying to blend in and let loose. You start dancing on the outskirts, feeling the beat --
-- and then someone feels the curve of your hip.
“A human, now that’s exotic,” a voice growls in your ear, and you jolt, whirling around to face the unknown demon. This one is in his demonic form, but he’s mostly humanoid, aside from his curled horns and a pathwork of scales across the visible parts of his chest.
He’s also quite drunk; you can smell the Devildom liquor on his breath as it fans across your face when he chuckles.
“Didn’t mean to scare ya. I just thought you might could use a drink -- or a dancin’ partner. It’s a pity for someone like you to be alone at a party like this.”
His grip remains firm on your hip. Reflexively, you try to take a step back, but you bump into someone’s chest behind you. Just as you open his mouth to decline his offer, the person you bumped into wrenches the demon’s hand from your body, and you hear a familiar voice by your ear.
“Oi, asshole! Who said the human’s alone?”
You quickly glance up to find Mammon protectively pulling you to his side. The other demon lifts his hands up, feigning innocence.
“They appeared to be alone, so I was just trying to keep them company.”
“Well, that obviously ain’t the case now, so beat it. And if you touch the human again...”
“I’m scared,” the demon scoffs. “Who’re you to make that call on their behalf?”
“They’re mine, ya got that?!”
There’s something in Mammon’s gaze that says he’s serious; it becomes clear even to the intoxicated demon. You watch in wonder as the affable rouse melts from the demon’s face, dissolving to something much more serious.
“My mistake,” he mutters, before turning tail and blending back into the crowd. Mammon watches until the demon’s out of sight, before pulling you to the side, his entire body tense.
“What were ya thinkin’?!”
“What was I--?” you sputter, indignant. “I didn’t ask for any of that! That wasn’t my fault!”
“Not that!” His hand flails in the direction the demon went, shaking off the scenario. “I meant the fact that ya started dancin’ on your own, with all these demons around! Shouldn’t you have a little more self-preservation?”
“No one’s hurt me yet. I’m not always with one of you!” you retort, but the anger simmering in his icy gaze is secondary to his worry, and it smooths the edge from your words. “What are you doing here, anyway?”
“Pfft, you think Asmo could take you here without posting it all over Devilgram? I wasn’t about to let you two party without me. Why aren’t ya with Asmo anyway?” He pauses, glancing toward the middle of the room, where Asmo’s surrounded by his fanclub. “Wait, that was a dumb question. But that idiot should’ve been keepin’ ya close.”
You want to say that you would’ve been fine, that you would’ve called one of them with a pact if you had actually been in danger, but you know that’s not what he wants to hear. Instead, you reach out and entwine your fingers with his, your expression turning gentle.
“You were here to keep me close, though.”
He blushes immediately, averting his icy gaze. “’course I was. I’m your first. Ya’know I’m always gonna be lookin’ out for ya.”
You decide to tease him, to see just how bright you can make his cheeks glow. “You told that guy that I’m yours.”
He huffs, and you’re rewarded with an even brighter blush. “Y-yeah... yeah, I did! And don’t ya forget it!” His gaze locks with yours, and he tugs you closer with your joined hands. “I don’t like random demons grabbing at what’s mine.”
“Greedy to a fault,” you murmur, even though your knees suddenly feel weak. Casually, you wrap your arms around his neck for support.
Your lips feel magnetized; his head dips, and you can feel his breath fan against your mouth -- and then just barely a brush of his lips against yours as he speaks. “I am the Avatar of Greed, ya’know...”
That may be true... but by the end of the night, you’re going to be the one demanding that you want more.
Stopped playing Obey Me, but now I’m back! I’m way way behind, I’m on lesson 8. Is this game more of a “p2w?” I see that we have to pull nightmare cards and get Grimm to make our cards stronger. Does it get harder to continue, will i have to spend money to be able to move on forward? Also do we choose to date one brother or date multiple? I’m simping for Lucifer. Sorry for the questions, I’m just behind on Obey Me. 🥺
No worries; it’s definitely not a pay to win game! You don’t have to spend any money to get through the lessons, though I will say that some of the later lessons take a bit of grinding to get your cards strong enough unless you have some glowsticks or rainbow glowsticks. I didn’t use any for the longest time, so I have a stockpile from events and rewards, and I honestly have to use one with every battle in the most recent lessons.
If you play the events, you’ll be able to get demon vouchers to pull nightmare cards; I always wait until I have at least 10 saved up, so I can get an SSR card guaranteed. Be sure to use the devil tree of your cards to power them up, and if you have some AP to spare, grind out for some items you need to use to rank up your cards by hitting “How to Get”, then one of those lessons, then “Clear x 5″ or “Clear x 3″ to see if you can get them.
The biggest mistake I made was just powering up one of each color card, and one of each brother. If I could go back, I’d power up two of each color at least, regardless of what brother it was.
Alsoooo, you can date multiple brothers, don’t worry! It won’t change the story; it seems to be built for the ultimate poly dream, but you can also choose to just flirt with one or be platonic with all of them, and that’s what I love about it.
Hi, sorry to bother you if you've done this already, but I've read your drabble where MC is comforted after a nightmare by the brothers (Mammon, Beel, and Satan) and it just makes me so soft I love it so much I keep rereading it. So I was wondering if you could do another with Asmo and Levi (and possibly Lucifer)? Obviously no pressure or anything, I'm a writer myself and understand that inspiration can be fleeting at times. Anyways, thank you, have a nice day/night!! 💖
You wake up yet again, jolting from your rest with your heart pounding in your throat. It takes you several panicked breaths to realize that you’re in your room, safe in your bed, and it was just another nightmare that jarred you from your slumber.
The details are foggy, but you can still remember the laughter, and the feeling of someone hating you with every fiber of their being to the point that they wanted you dead, that they were thrilled that you were dying.
Your bed sheets are a tangled mess around your legs, and you hastily kick them off, sitting upright and rubbing the sleep from your eyes with one hand, while you blindly reach for your D.D.D. with the other. The screen lights up, showing that it’s past 3AM, and you fight back a groan. You’re exhausted, but you know you won’t be able to go back to sleep like this. And if you show up to class half-asleep again, everyone’s just going to worry about you.
You switch on your bedside lamp and weigh your options, your gaze riveted to your D.D.D.
Lucifer
Automatically, you scroll to Lucifer’s name. At this hour, he’s likely to be asleep, though you know that his work usually keeps him up rather late. If you texted him, he would likely be worried... After all, you rarely reach out to him for help, not wanting to burden him when he has enough on his plate with Diavolo.
Several minutes pass with your screen pulled up to your text messages with Lucifer, before you finally suck in a deep breath and hastily type out: “Are you awake?” Before your mind talks you out of it, you hit Send and then immediately panic. You really don’t want to tell Lucifer about the nature of the nightmares, nor do you want to admit to them in the first place and skew his view of you.
An R for Read pops up next to the text, followed by three dots to indicate his typing, and you mentally flip your shit.
“I am now. Why are you awake?”
Shit, did you wake him up? You chew on your bottom lip, and carefully type out your response.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. I was just having trouble sleeping and wondered if you might be up, that’s all.”
You follow that text with a sticker that’s sweat-dropping and smiling apologetically to keep it light-hearted. Lucifer texts back immediately:
“Oh?”
“Come to my room then.”
You hesitate at that, your heart pounding in your chest. Did he just--? Is he asking you to--?
“We can talk or listen to one of my records if that might help you. Or I may have some tea that could help.”
Oh. Your panic eases a bit, and you acquiescence, typing out an All right before rising to your feet and making your way to his bedroom. You feel as if you’re sneaking through the house, and it almost makes you feel guilty; it’s too quiet when everyone’s asleep. However, you make it to Lucifer’s room without incident, and he opens the door before you even knock. His expression is neutral, until he catches a glimpse of your tired, haggard appearance, which brings a light frown to his features.
“You look like hell,” he bluntly states, moving aside to let you in.
“I’m in hell,” you shoot back, to which he chuckles.
“Essentially. But that’s never stopped you from sleeping before.”
His tone is pointed, and you feel as if he knows exactly why you can’t sleep. He’s always been sharp, usually one step ahead -- or so it seemed until recently. Now, you know he’s not infallible, and he doesn’t know your every move. He’s fishing, hoping you’ll take the bait and talk to him about it. But as much as you’d like to, you’re also stubborn -- and so very tired. It’s a talk for another time.
“I’m sorry if I woke you up. I thought you might be working late or something,” you admit, skirting the issue and taking a seat on the edge of his bed. He quirks an eyebrow, but moves to sit at his desk.
“Not this late on a school night.”
You can’t help but laugh, your thoughts a little more uncensored thanks to your lack of sleep. “Sorry. That sounded weird coming from you.”
“What? It’s the truth. Our little sleep study proved the importance of rest before classes, didn’t it?” A smile plays at his lips at the thought of that, and the memory makes your cheeks heat up. Suddenly, his bed feels huge, yet this room feels so small, drawing the two of you together. You shouldn’t have come up here this late.
“I--” Part of you knows you should say that you can sleep now, that you’re fine, but you’re not. “I wish I could sleep, but I’ve been... having nightmares, and they’re stupid, but I just...”
Your voice trails, and Lucifer moves from the chair to the bed in an instant, all traces of his teasing smile gone as he pulls you against his chest. He doesn’t have to ask what they’re about; he knows.
He holds you in silence for a moment, while your heart hammers so hard, you know he can feels it. Finally, his deep baritone murmurs, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry you had to go through that.”
Your name comes out on his lips, and you feel your eyes watering, but you blink it away and shake your head. “I’m okay. I’m okay now. Can we... lie down for a bit?”
The request comes out small, fearful of rejection, yet afraid of the acceptance as well. Wordlessly, Lucifer lies back on the bed with you, his arms wound around you tight, one hand lightly trailing along your back. You curl into him, burying your face in his chest (his heart’s beating quickly, too, some part of you registers), and slowly begin to drift asleep.
In your semi-consciousness, you realize Lucifer’s humming a melody you’ve never heard before, yet it makes you feel so safe.
Asmo
You know Asmo isn’t awake at this hour; he’s always told you that he needs plenty of beauty rest for his skin. Still, you can’t help but click on his name, wishing that he was up so he could comfort you. He’s so light-hearted, smiling and looping his arm through yours, and that casual intimacy has always put you at ease when you’re around him. It makes it feel like you’ve known him forever.
It’s that feeling that makes you type candidly, your thumb flying across the buttons.
“I can’t sleep.”
If he doesn’t respond, then that’s fine; he’ll likely ask you about it tomorrow or give your tips to combat the bags that will surely be beneath your eyes. To your surprise, however, an R pops up next to the message, followed closely by Asmo typing.
“Then sleep with me, darling.”
That’s a dangerous double-meaning coming from the Avatar of Lust, but with your anxiety ramped up to an 11, you’re definitely not in the mood for that kind of distraction. As you make your way out into the corridor and toward his room, you type out a clarification.
“Just sleep, okay? I had a nightmare.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll take your mind off it.”
When Asmo opens his door, you give him a lop-sided grin. “You perv.”
“On the contrary, darling, what I said was completely innocent. Check the chat log. If you took it wrong, well... then, I must be rubbing off on you.” Asmo smirks, automatically looping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. To his credit, he’s never groped you (without implicit permission), so you’ve always felt at complete ease with his physical affection.
“You’ve definitely been a bad influence,” you joke, not that your mind wasn’t dirty before you came to the Devildom. “But I’m really tired. I wanna be able to sleep.”
“Of course. But you’re so tense! Here, lie down on the bed and let me loosen you up.” There’s a dirty joke on both of your tongues, but you’re too drained to make it, and he’s trying to be on his best behavior. You comply, however, plopping down face-first onto his luxurious bed, while he sits beside you and begins rubbing the tension from your shoulders. Asmo knows what he’s doing when it comes to massages, and his bed has a heavy floral scent, likely from the lotions and perfumes he uses often. It’s so relaxing.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks, surprisingly energized for this time of night. It’s obvious that you woke him up, but strangely enough, he isn’t complaining about the interruption to his beauty sleep.
“Not really.” You’re starting to feel guilty about keeping him up. “Hey, I think I’m good on the massage. Do you mind... cuddling?”
His hands still on your shoulder blades. “You don’t have to ask me twice. I always want to cuddle with you!” Grinning excitedly, he climbs beneath the covers beside you, and wraps you up in his arms. He’s so warm, and you feel so at ease, surrounded by his soothing scent. You wind your arms around his slender frame, and he grins, pulling you in tighter, facing one another.
“You’re such a cute human. You sounded embarrassed to ask just then.”
Your face flushes. “Shuddup. I just want you to get your beauty sleep,” you mutter, which only causes him to hug you tighter.
“Aww, you were worried about me? You’re so sweet! I’m supposed to be the one comforting you, silly.” His hand trails along your back, just barely beneath your shirt so you can feel his skin on yours. He tucks your head beneath his chin, but you can tell from his voice that he’s still grinning broadly. “Just relax and fall asleep with me. You won’t have a nightmare as long as I’m holding you.”
Asmo rocks you gently, until your abashment fades and you feel yourself succumbing to sleep at last.
He’s right.
You don’t have another nightmare that night.
Levi
If there’s someone you know is going to be awake and gaming at 3AM, it’s definitely Levi. You click on his name, and type out a quick text: “I can’t sleep. Do you wanna come to my room and binge something?”
He reads the text within seconds and starts typing, just as you anticipated.
“Raiding. Come to my room instead?”
Even if you can’t sleep, you want to. You want the company, a distraction, some comfort. You would go to his room -- you’ve pulled plenty of all-nighters there, but... that’s what they were. All-nighters. His bed is literally a bathtub, and the one time you decided to take a nap in it, your neck had a wicked cramp in it for days.
“I’m tired, though. I was hoping we could watch it in bed and maybe fall asleep halfway through?”
This time, he reads it and doesn’t reply right away. You see the three dots start and stop, and you’re not sure if he’s at a pivotal point in the raid, or if he’s too flustered by your invitation to properly respond. Levi’s stayed in your room plenty of times, but he’s usually camped out with pillows in the floor, and if you happen to drift off, he keeps telling you random trivia about the show and shaking your leg until you make a noise that you heard him. You’ve never fallen asleep with him.
Your D.D.D. finally chimes with a notification.
“Did you send this to the right person??”
“Yes, Levi.”
“Oh. Then you meant you want me to stay until you fall asleep. For a second, I thought you meant sleep with you in your bed lolol.
Okay, after the raid.”
You know it’s just Levi being Levi and assuming you don’t feel that way about him, but with all the nervous energy you still have over the nightmare, you can’t help but feel your eyes water. As childish as it sounds, you just want him to hold you so you can feel like everything’s okay. You know you need to spell it out, but you leave his message on Read and pull the covers up to your chin, closing your eyes.
... It’s too restrictive. You kick at the covers and pick up your phone again, but... you can’t bring yourself to send another text, begging him to hurry. You can always go to his room; the invitation stands. Instead, you waste your time weighing your options, becoming more anxious, and ultimately, getting up to pace around your room.
About fifteen minutes pass before you hear a knock at your door, but it feels as if it’s been an eternity. “It’s open,” you say, loud enough for him to hear, and Levi steps inside with a box set tucked beneath his arm.
“Okay, I brought I Accidentally Became a Magical Girl, but the Transformation Sequence Takes So Long that the Villains Keep Attacking Me Halfway Through, and I Keep Losing but at Least I Get a Rose for Trying. It got really good reviews, and I know you said you wanted to see more comedy anime.” He smiles with such sincerity that you can’t help but feel guilty over tearing up a little earlier. Just being around him makes you feel more at ease.
“Thanks Levi, that sounds great. Pop it in, and let’s give it a go.” You smile doesn’t quite meet your gaze, and even though he’s a shut-in, it doesn’t go unnoticed that you’re acting different. He pauses, but then shakes it off and starts setting it up, while you sit down on your bed. As the first episode starts, he sits down beside you on the edge of the bed, while you’re sitting with your back against your pillows. He starts telling you trivia about the animation studio and apparently, how the manga is actually more ecchi than the anime. “OHHH, but I didn’t mean that I brought an ecchi anime for us to watch! I mean, it’s sure to have some fanservice, but... but that’s just to be expected, right? I wasn’t trying to be -- to be an Asmo or anything, I just thought you’d like it because it’s, uh, it’s supposed to be funny, and I--”
You lean forward and rest your forehead against his shoulder, cutting off his flustered explanation. “You know I don’t mind that, Levi,” you assure him, before reaching out and grasping his sleeve. He’s tense; even though you can’t see his face, you know it’s bright red, and you can feel the weight of his stare. “I’d love to watch it with you. I just... Will you lie down with me while we watch it?”
“L-l-lie down with you?! Just-- just like that?! Is this a joke? Is this some kind of weird normie--?”
He breaks off as you finally raise your head to meet his gaze. Levi can tell something’s amiss; he isn’t oblivious, he just lacks self-confidence. He softly says your name. “Why can’t you sleep?”
“I had a nightmare. About, well... what happened back then. In the foyer. When... Belphie, uh...”
“Oh.” He slides an arm around you, pulling you closer against his shoulder. You feel so weak admitting that, but Levi isn’t judgmental; he just offers you the comfort you so desperately wanted from him. “I didn’t know. I thought you were just awake because you drank too much coffee or were bored or something. If... If it’ll make you feel better, ye-yeah, I... I’ll lie down with you. If you really want me to!”
He’s still flustered, but he doesn’t think you’re joking anymore, so you smile and nod against his shoulder. “I’d really like that, Levi. Thank you.”
His face turns even brighter. “Y-yeah, no problem!”
Levi slides under the covers after you straighten them out, and you settle in beside him. His back’s up against the pillows now, so you snuggle into his side until he lifts his arm and gingerly puts it around you. Your cheek settles on his chest, and he audibly gulps, but doesn’t move.
Halfway into the episode, he starts pointing out the manga differences again, and you both laugh along with the gags and tropes throughout the show. Levi becomes more comfortable and trails his fingers along your back, and you throw one of your legs over his, cuddling closer. He keeps talking, this eccentric, passionate part of his personality being something you absolutely love about him, and the low murmur of his voice lulls you into a peaceful sleep.
Could make the nightmare scenario with Diavolo too?
You wake up with a start, gasping, your hands automatically coming up to touch your throat. It was always the same nightmare, even though you’d long since forgiven the perpetrator.
Dying wasn’t something so easily forgotten, you supposed.
Your throat burned with the phantom pain from the memory, and you groped for the water bottle you usually kept on your bedside table -- only to come up with nothing. Perturbed, you sleepily propped yourself up, giving your eyes time to adjust to the darkness.
You weren’t in your room. Right. You’d stayed the night at the Demon King’s castle at the behest of the demon prince himself. After dinner conversation had gone on for so long that he suggested you take one of the many guest rooms, and you had been tired enough that you agreed.
Unfortunately, there was no way that you were going back to sleep now. The room was comfortable, but it wasn’t your room; you felt oddly out of place here alone. It had been easier to sleep in these rooms when one of the brothers was sharing it with you, to give you some sense of normalcy -- which was odd to admit, considering your status as an exchange student. Perhaps if you got some fresh air, you could calm down and get out of your own head.
Despite it being 4AM, you open the guest room and step into the corridor. The castle is massive, with plenty of twists and turns that could easily cause you to get lost. Even with all the exploring you did with the brothers, you know you’ve only seen a fraction of the rooms, and with your anxiety screaming at you, you dare not let your curiosity get the better of you. Instead, you follow a path you know by heart, out into the night air by the sparkling lake and gazebo.
The ripples of the water bring a sense of calm over you, and you feel the tension draining from your shoulders. The tightness around your neck is still there, still making your breaths more shallow than you’d like, but you attempt to force your memories to happier times. It was out here, after all, that Belphie made his amends by making a pact with you. It was here that you took his hand
-- the hand that had been around your throat, pinning you to a wall, his face twisted with cruel laughter
--and forgave his misplaced cruelty. He’s a demon. If you remember that, and that they used to want to eat you and take your soul -- and that some would still kill you given the chance, despite your good standing with the Student Council -- then his behavior wasn’t strange. Most of the brothers tried to kill you at one point or another, too. There just didn’t happen to be anyone around to save you that time.
... This isn’t helping.
Think of something happier. Think of that silly Mammon
-- screaming your name, gingerly cradling you against his chest, tears splattered against his trademark sunglasses.
Clasping your hands against your ears, you suddenly bend over, your eyes screwed shut as you struggle to get a breath in.
Why is breathing so hard right now? You’re okay. You’re okay, you’re okay, you’re...
Something’s suddenly draped over your shoulders, big enough that it engulfs your frame. You sharply glance up, eyes wide and glassy, as Diavolo kneels next to you, his hand on your shoulder. You can feel his lingering body heat in the red coat, warding off the chill from the night air. His brow is pinched with concern, golden eyes piercing right through you.
His voice is a baritone rumble as he says your name, gentle, yet commanding your attention. “What’s wrong? Are you ill?”
“N-nothing’s wrong!” you immediately blurt, cursing the fact that your voice betrayed you by breaking. Your smile is watery, almost manic. You can’t very well tell the demon prince that you’ve been having nightmares. “I just came out here to -- to get some fresh air.”
Your breathing is still uneven, which only causes Diavolo to appear even more concerned. He grasps your wrist in one hand, his long fingers curling around. “Your pulse is awfully quick, even for a human.” It only gets faster as he points that out -- and also, have you ever been this close to him before? Not since the dance at his ball, you think, and even then, you were awfully flustered to be in his arms. His brow becomes less furrowed, his expression shifting to something more gentle.
“I want you to know that you can talk to me. If there’s something wrong, or something bothering you, and in it’s in my power to correct it, I will. I want you to be comfortable in the Devildom.”
Demonic charm might not work on you, but you’re definitely not immune to regular charm. The impending anxiety attack has receded, but you still hesitate, trying to choose your words. He knows what happened, doesn’t he? He had been standing there in the foyer, aided by Barbatos’ insight. He chose not to punish Belphie in this timeline, but if you bring it up again... would he change his mind?
Ultimately, you decide to be vague, despite how childish the admission sounds. “I... I had a nightmare, and I was just trying to shake it.”
“A nightmare?” He’s surprised, but you know he’s not going to tease you, even though your cheeks are burning. His fingers are still on your wrist, but his hold has shifted to something gentle, his other hand still resting on your shoulder. “I see. There isn’t much I can do about that -- unless it’s over something you’ve experienced here?”
Your muscles tense, and you notice his gaze sharpen, even as you shake your head. “No, it’s... uh, I can’t remember it,” you lie, “but the feeling just kinda... was still there, if that makes sense.”
He nods, humming in the back of his throat. “In that case, I could have Barbatos make you some tea to help you sleep.”
“No, please -- I don’t want to trouble him.” If he woke up at 4AM because you had a nightmare, you would feel awful.
“I had a feeling you would say that,” Diavolo replies, smiling. “Okay, another idea... let’s talk until you forget the feeling and grow tired again.”
“Aren’t you tired?” you shoot back. “Why are you out here at this time, anyway?”
“I heard you walking down the halls. I’m a light sleeper.” He shrugs, before beginning to stand and tugging you up by the wrist. “Come, join me in the gazebo. I want to hear more stories from the human world. And I bet I have a few more of Lucifer that you haven’t heard yet.” He winks, and you feel your pulse quicken all over again.
At the gazebo, you sit beside Diavolo, the demon prince’s arm behind your shoulders, and his coat wrapped around you. Despite how powerful he is, you feel at peace like this, especially when he belly-laughs over your stories regarding the time that Lucifer was in Levi’s dating-sim-turned survival-horror. You’re smiling just as broadly as he is, and throughout the conversation, you find your eyes becoming heavier and heavier... until you accidentally fall asleep with your head lolled against his shoulder. The last thing you remember is that baritone rumble, murmuring something along with your name, and the feeling of fingers lightly touching your hair...
When you wake up the next time, you’re in your own room in the House of Lamentation, with Mammon pounding down your door, shouting that it’s time to eat.
Hey, hey! Look who's back from her hiatus, and that perfectly on time with the new lessons!
This took considerably longer than I hoped it would, and I'm not quite sure if this was actually worth the amount of time I put into it, but yeah. I've been thinking about Lucifer and Diavolo's relationship a lot lately and was struck with the idea for this while listening to some music. In fact, I got ideas for two more comic strips like this one, so let me know if you'd like to see those!
Lyrics (slightly modified) from the song "What's wrong with me?" --Mean Girls the musical
I haven't finished the new lessons, but I just got done with 21-11, and... holy fuck. I'm so happy. Excuse me while I lean forward in my seat with a stupid grin on my face and hope that my thirst gets quenched. I already have so many drabble ideas.
Okay, I finished it. I'm not gonna spoil anything, but did anyone else scream over the Lucifer part? You know what I'm talking about. -agressive eyebrow wagging-
I haven't finished the new lessons, but I just got done with 21-11, and... holy fuck. I'm so happy. Excuse me while I lean forward in my seat with a stupid grin on my face and hope that my thirst gets quenched. I already have so many drabble ideas.
Me: oooooh Lucifer's birthday event! yes. *After getting in a few chapters* I'm suddenly reminded that these idiot boys can't do subtle if their lives depended on it. -.-;;; Mammon, lovely, why the fuck are you talking about surprises *IN* the school halls???
I’m sure you finished the event by now, but I totally thought they were going to blow the surprise, too! The entire time, I felt kinda bad because Lucifer seemed really into the date, but all of our choices were super suspicious. He kept sweeping them aside because he wanted to have the date so badly, and I just kept wincing every time we’d hurt his feelings.
But! I’m glad it all went well! I was a little surprised that Diavolo wasn’t more involved. It makes me wonder how they’re going to do the others’ birthdays from this point on.
I’m just sad that I missed the first day, so I don’t think I’ll be able to get enough points to grab the Lucifer UR card. D;
I commissioned the lovely @shiori887 for it, and man, I’m so stoked with how it turned out. It’s gorgeous and absolutely perfect. I love it so much.
Thank you for being so cool! 💚
If you guys are looking for commissions, I’d def recommend checking her out. She’s super sweet and approachable, loves Obey Me, and makes everything easy.
Hello!! For the NSFW Alphabet can I get B, C, J, and M for Mammon? Thank you so much!
Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): Mammon’s not the kind of demon that’s just going to roll over and sleep or leave after. No, he’s going to want to cuddle and talk -- probably about what just happened. What did you like most? He wants to know. Stroke his ego a little; he’s eager to pick up on your preferences.
Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners): His favorite part of himself is probably his face, if that counts. He knows he’s one handsome devil. His favorite part of his partner’s is probably their legs.
Cum: I’ve gotta second the hc that Mammon enjoys the “money shot” ;D
Dirty Secret: He really wants to bang in the backseat of his Demonio 666 Lexura.
Hair: Mammon’s well-groomed and close-shaven downstairs.
Jack-off: He jerks off in the safety of his own room. Ever since you’ve come to the Devildom, it’s been when he should be studying... especially if he’s had an encounter that day that happened to get him flustered.
Motivation (turn-on’s): He’s into genuine kindness/praise, being tenderly touched, and heated, open-mouthed kisses along his neck.
No: He’s not into degradation play. Being insulted or humiliated is a quick way to snap him out of the mood.
Stamina: He’s able to go multiple rounds, but it depends on how much work he has to do. That’s one of the reasons why he likes to alternate being on bottom and top.
Dirty Secret: Centuries ago, Barbatos used to abuse his power. If he wanted to sleep with someone, all he had to do was choose to live in the reality where they agreed to it.
Intimacy (the romantic aspect): At this point, Barbatos is so used to anticipating someone else’s needs in his subservient day-to-day role that he’s almost a caretaker by default. He’s incredibly observant and knows what will please his partner the most.
Motivation (turn-on’s): When someone takes his needs and preferences into consideration. He also likes to tease his partner.
Wild card (random hc): Given the chance, Barbatos can flip into the kind of lover he used to be -- dominate, making his partner beg for more. He finds it nice to have an aspect of his life where he’s giving orders instead of taking them.
Dirty Secret: Solomon’s been thinking about what it’d be like to be with you ever since the retreat at Diavolo’s.
Favorite Position: He’s really not picky; he’s the type that would tell you to guess and then tell you that you got it right.
Kink: Two words. Magic Sex. Lemme let the implications of screwing a sorcerer sink in.
Motivation (turn-on’s): It takes someone interesting and unique to catch his attention; the more intriguing someone is to him, the more likely he is to be okay sleeping with them.
Unfair (how much they tease): When he’s in the mood for it, he’ll be relentless, all while wearing that secretive smile, as if he’s completely innocent.
U K F and D for Diavolo and Mammon please! Love your stuff💗 (oh and only if you want to of course)
Diavolo
- Dirty Secret: He’s fantasized about a three-some with you and Lucifer that starts with a pillow fight and ends with both of you in his massive bed.
- Favorite Position: Anything where he can maintain eye contact and preferably be on top.
- Kink: Power play (in the way that he wants Lucifer to willingly submit to him, but he’s also curious to see what Lucifer would do with the power), edging (he wants to hear you beg for release)
- Unfair (how much they tease): Oh, he’d be a huge tease until you’re direct with how much you want him. He finds teasing fun.
Mammon
- Dirty Secret: Mammon’s had a drunken one-night stand when he was drunk and upset, and it made him feel dirty.
- Favorite Position: Either where he can be on bottom and enjoy the ride, and then flip over and be on top, or vice-versa. Depends on his mood going in.
- Kink: He’s definitely got a praise kink.
- Unfair (how much they tease): When he’s feeling confident, you can absolutely expect him to tease the shit out of you. He’ll flash you a smirk and act clueless, but he knows exactly what he’s doing to you, and he loves it.
