hi !! i'm DK & this is my writing account ! i write a lot of 'reader inserts' and 'imagines' so please feel free to send in requests for stories, one shots, headcannons, or imagines (etc.) you would like me to write !
the fandoms i tend to write about are obey me, and mystic messenger, so if you have any ideas, let me know & i'll write them ! ♡ my inbox is always open, send anything ! ☆
What would happen if the brothers went to an amusement park? Who’s riding the BIG roller coaster? Who’s doing kiddy rides bc HECK NAH I AINT GETTING ON THAT THING!
OM! at the amusement park 🎠🎢🎟️🎡🪩
Lucifer:
>ends up supervising everyone with Barbatos
>refuses to go on any ride … unless Diavolo drags him on
>doesn’t scream—but his grip on the safety bar is lethal
>fav ride: definitely the Ferris wheel, he thinks it’s calming and likes to sit across from MC
Mammon:
>is scared to ride the big rollercoasters, but knows he has to seem confident in front of MC
>the bumper cars. you better watch tf out
>banging into every single person—of course, gets lectured by Lucifer
>spends an absurd amount of money on games trying to win you a prize
>tries to sneak into express lines
>definitely gets a raging sunburn
>insists it “aint even that bad!” (it is)
Levi:
>goes on all the themed rides
>buys every little souvenir available—fills up the backpack he brought 20 after arrival
>goes on smaller rides with MC, the big rollercoaster made him anxious just thinking about them
>hates the crowd, tries to find shady spots when possible
>loved the waterpark even though he was the oldest one there
Satan:
>the most competitive game player, dueling Mammon whenever he could
>said he was there just to spend time with the brothers, but secretly loved it
>reading all the plaques and informational messages
>”MC, you don’t have any of these conditions, right?”
>loves the huge rollercoasters, laughs when he hears his brothers screaming
Asmo:
>forced to go on ride by his brothers, persuaded by MC
>the most diabolical screams on the rides no matter how small
>love the cotton candy
>takes selfies in the mirror maze
>flirting with the workers just to move up in line
Beel:
>amusement park food…. All day? his dream.
>doesn’t get scared on the rides easily—knows he is safe in the seat
>allows you to squeeze his hand during the drops
>definitely sharing all his snacks with you in between rides
>won you a prize first try at one of the stalls
Belphie:
>enjoys the smaller rides, no drops or twists
>typically trying to tag along with Lucifer, causing some havoc
>somehow manages to find places to nap, whether it be in queues or under a shady tree waiting for the others to get off a bigger ride
>may venture off with Levi to the waterpark, or with Luke to the tame rides
Diavolo:
>THE ringerlead
>goes on the most craziest rides no matter how “improper” it may be
>doesn’t scream, typically just laughing from excitement
>if there’s a ride he really wants to go on, he will drag everyoneee on
>waits in line, doesn’t use his power for free entry
>makes sure to sit next to MC on every ride
Barbatos:
>does not go on a single ride, merely there to accompany Diavolo
>worries every time Diavolo & MC want to go on a ride
>”Lord Diavolo, are you certain you want to go on this rollercoaster?”
>encouraged to play one game: won his first try and never spoke about it again. gave his prize to Luke
Simeon:
>does not leave Luke’s side
>goes on every kiddie ride and still has so much fun
>brought his swimsuit in case Luke wanted to play at the waterpark
>was the one to bring extra sunscreen
Luke:
>tried to go on big ride—got to nervous when he saw how big it actually was
>enjoyed the kiddie rides but was sad he couldn’t join MC on the rollercoasters
>cheered up when MC went to the waterpark with him
>loved the lazy river
>spent time rating stall food with Simeon and comparing it to their baking
Solomon:
>departs from the group early on—no one knew where he was until they saw him using his magic to make his rides 5x faster
>master at the stall games… probably because he is cheating
>gives all his prizes to MC
>goes on kiddie rides with MC as a joke
>loves the huge rollercoasters but only wants to go on if MC is with him
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Hiii could i request a simeon fluff? Essentially simeon and mc spend a lot of time together (and try to avoid getting their spaces invaded by the brothers etc etc) perhaps a hint of jealousy? Have a lovely day!
first—thank you so much for requesting! this is going to be my first story posted so I’m really excited! this idea is so cute & you know I love a good Simeon fic so I’m on it 🫡 i hope you like it! send in some more requests! 💖🎀⭐️🎐🪩
p.s. ignore any spelling errors i wrote this on my iPad
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Leaves glittered on the trees, aching to detach and fall slowly to the ground below. It was Autumn in Devildom, and while the air carried a quiet chill, it was the most pleasant time of year. The scenic walk to RAD, the smell of toasted marshmallows drifting through the nights, and pumpkin-carving weekends—it all felt almost natural, even in the land of demons. Though, there was an angel in your company.
When the sun was your warmth through the day, Simeon was yours at night. He accompanied you nearly everywhere—walking you to RAD, bringing you home late in the evening—and the bond between you two felt imperishable. Every second together seemed stitched with light. Simeon would make breakfast while you tidied the table, humming softly as if the quiet itself were sacred.
That evening, the kitchen glowed gold with the warmth of the oven. Simeon stood beside you, sleeves rolled up, a dusting of flour over his hands like snowfall. He smiled as he guided your fingers through the dough, his touch gentle but sure.
“You’re supposed to be helping,” you teased, pressing a smudge of flour across his cheek.
“I am helping,” he said, eyes shining. “It’s my job to make sure you smile while you bake.”
The smell of vanilla filled the air. You cut heart-shaped cookies, arranging them on the tray while he sneaked a taste of dough when he thought you weren’t looking. When you caught him, he only laughed, that soft melodic sound that made you forget the world outside.
“We’ll bring some to the others tomorrow,” you said, though you already knew you wanted to keep the moment just between you.
Simeon looked at you like he already knew that, too.
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Your walk to school felt like a journey more than a commute. Simeon always took the long route, saying the trees looked prettier that way—but you knew he just wanted more time with you. Every so often, he’d press a quick kiss to your cheek, and you’d pretend not to notice how his wings twitched, betraying how much it meant to him.
By the time you reached RAD, the halls were alive with whispers and smiles. Students glanced at your interlocked hands, and it was evident that individuals had caught on to the fact that you and Simeon may have something greater than a friendship.
You were still laughing over something Simeon had whispered when a familiar voice broke through the hallway noise.
“MC!”
You turned to see Mammon, striding toward you with long, deliberate steps. His boots struck the tile sharply, echoing down the now-empty hall. The grin faded from your face as you met his eyes—frustration mixed with something you couldn’t quite name.
“We were s’pposed to watch that movie last night,” he said, voice tight. “What happened?”
Guilt hit you like cold air. You squeezed Simeon’s hand a little tighter. Simeon, sensing it, gently placed his free hand on your shoulder.
“I’m so sorry, Mammon,” you started. “I was hanging out with Simeon and—”
“You guys are always together!” Mammon cut you off, something he’d never done before. His voice cracked slightly, anger slipping into hurt. “It’s not fair. I heard ya even blew off Beel to go to that new restaurant with Simeon! Yer always spendin’ time together—it’s like ya forgot about us.”
The hallway fell silent. The three of you stood there, the air heavy with unspoken things. Slowly, you released Simeon’s hand and stepped forward, pulling Mammon into a hug.
“I really am sorry,” you murmured against his shoulder. “I didn’t mean to make anyone feel left out.”
Mammon stiffened, then—predictably—melted. His cheeks flushed a soft red as he mumbled, “Uh, it’s alright… but ya better make it up to me, got it?”
You smiled, nodding. “Of course.”
He gave a small huff, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Well… see ya later,” he said before turning down the hall.
The echo of his footsteps faded, leaving only you and Simeon standing in the quiet. He exhaled softly, looking down at his hands.
“Maybe he’s right,” Simeon said after a moment. “I’ve been… selfish. I never meant to take so much of your time.”
You tilted your head, smiling. “You don’t take my time,” you said gently. “You make it feel like it matters.” He still looked uncertain, wings twitching faintly as he glanced toward the door Mammon had disappeared through.
“Maybe I should give you more space,” he murmured.
You laughed, stepping closer. “Maybe. But if you want me to bake cookies with someone else, you’ll have to fight me first.”
That startled him into a smile—the kind that reached his eyes. “Then I’ll happily lose that fight,” he said, taking your hand once more. You squeezed it back, warmth blooming between your palms as the last bell rang, and together you walked toward class, laughter echoing softly behind you.
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thank you for reading ♡
reblogs & comments make my day — & send more requests anytime !
Hiii could i request a simeon fluff? Essentially simeon and mc spend a lot of time together (and try to avoid getting their spaces invaded by the brothers etc etc) perhaps a hint of jealousy? Have a lovely day!
first—thank you so much for requesting! this is going to be my first story posted so I’m really excited! this idea is so cute & you know I love a good Simeon fic so I’m on it 🫡 i hope you like it! send in some more requests! 💖🎀⭐️🎐🪩
p.s. ignore any spelling errors i wrote this on my iPad
• ✩₊˚༺☆༻˚₊✩
Leaves glittered on the trees, aching to detach and fall slowly to the ground below. It was Autumn in Devildom, and while the air carried a quiet chill, it was the most pleasant time of year. The scenic walk to RAD, the smell of toasted marshmallows drifting through the nights, and pumpkin-carving weekends—it all felt almost natural, even in the land of demons. Though, there was an angel in your company.
When the sun was your warmth through the day, Simeon was yours at night. He accompanied you nearly everywhere—walking you to RAD, bringing you home late in the evening—and the bond between you two felt imperishable. Every second together seemed stitched with light. Simeon would make breakfast while you tidied the table, humming softly as if the quiet itself were sacred.
That evening, the kitchen glowed gold with the warmth of the oven. Simeon stood beside you, sleeves rolled up, a dusting of flour over his hands like snowfall. He smiled as he guided your fingers through the dough, his touch gentle but sure.
“You’re supposed to be helping,” you teased, pressing a smudge of flour across his cheek.
“I am helping,” he said, eyes shining. “It’s my job to make sure you smile while you bake.”
The smell of vanilla filled the air. You cut heart-shaped cookies, arranging them on the tray while he sneaked a taste of dough when he thought you weren’t looking. When you caught him, he only laughed, that soft melodic sound that made you forget the world outside.
“We’ll bring some to the others tomorrow,” you said, though you already knew you wanted to keep the moment just between you.
Simeon looked at you like he already knew that, too.
✩₊˚༺☆༻˚₊✩
Your walk to school felt like a journey more than a commute. Simeon always took the long route, saying the trees looked prettier that way—but you knew he just wanted more time with you. Every so often, he’d press a quick kiss to your cheek, and you’d pretend not to notice how his wings twitched, betraying how much it meant to him.
By the time you reached RAD, the halls were alive with whispers and smiles. Students glanced at your interlocked hands, and it was evident that individuals had caught on to the fact that you and Simeon may have something greater than a friendship.
You were still laughing over something Simeon had whispered when a familiar voice broke through the hallway noise.
“MC!”
You turned to see Mammon, striding toward you with long, deliberate steps. His boots struck the tile sharply, echoing down the now-empty hall. The grin faded from your face as you met his eyes—frustration mixed with something you couldn’t quite name.
“We were s’pposed to watch that movie last night,” he said, voice tight. “What happened?”
Guilt hit you like cold air. You squeezed Simeon’s hand a little tighter. Simeon, sensing it, gently placed his free hand on your shoulder.
“I’m so sorry, Mammon,” you started. “I was hanging out with Simeon and—”
“You guys are always together!” Mammon cut you off, something he’d never done before. His voice cracked slightly, anger slipping into hurt. “It’s not fair. I heard ya even blew off Beel to go to that new restaurant with Simeon! Yer always spendin’ time together—it’s like ya forgot about us.”
The hallway fell silent. The three of you stood there, the air heavy with unspoken things. Slowly, you released Simeon’s hand and stepped forward, pulling Mammon into a hug.
“I really am sorry,” you murmured against his shoulder. “I didn’t mean to make anyone feel left out.”
Mammon stiffened, then—predictably—melted. His cheeks flushed a soft red as he mumbled, “Uh, it’s alright… but ya better make it up to me, got it?”
You smiled, nodding. “Of course.”
He gave a small huff, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Well… see ya later,” he said before turning down the hall.
The echo of his footsteps faded, leaving only you and Simeon standing in the quiet. He exhaled softly, looking down at his hands.
“Maybe he’s right,” Simeon said after a moment. “I’ve been… selfish. I never meant to take so much of your time.”
You tilted your head, smiling. “You don’t take my time,” you said gently. “You make it feel like it matters.” He still looked uncertain, wings twitching faintly as he glanced toward the door Mammon had disappeared through.
“Maybe I should give you more space,” he murmured.
You laughed, stepping closer. “Maybe. But if you want me to bake cookies with someone else, you’ll have to fight me first.”
That startled him into a smile—the kind that reached his eyes. “Then I’ll happily lose that fight,” he said, taking your hand once more. You squeezed it back, warmth blooming between your palms as the last bell rang, and together you walked toward class, laughter echoing softly behind you.
✩₊˚༺☆༻˚₊✩
thank you for reading ♡
reblogs & comments make my day — & send more requests anytime !
