18+, minors DNI !! An Obey Me! One Master to Rule Them All Headcanon/Imagine/Fic blog focusing primarily on male and masc!GN readers. This is a sideblog.
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Voting ended onApr 28, 2023
Excluding any of the demon brothers shipped together and Luke shipped with anyone, would people be interested in seeing something other than MC ships? Examples being Solomon/Satan (or Solomon/Asmodeus), Diavolo/Mammon (or Diavolo/Lucifer), etc. As long as the ship A) is between consenting adults, B) is not c//e////s//tships, and C) has some basis in canon chemistry/interactions, I could look into writing drabbles or requests for them here and there!
They would be subject to the exact same rules as general drabbles or imagines, of course.
Hi! This is my first ever ask on one of these blogs, and I hope you’re still open to them at some point. But If you could get around to doing maybe a Possessive Levi x M!MC nsfw imagine, I think that might be pretty sweet. Like a soft-ish yandere scenario.
Hello anon, I'm honored that you chose to send me this ask! And just for you, I've done a little bit more than just an imagine; this one's gonna be a whole drabble! I may have ended up getting a little carried away with the length, but I wanted to make up for how long I've been gone, too. 💖
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▸▸ It was supposed to be his day with you; you two set aside some time to go check out a local arcade cabinet that had just been installed. When Mammon and Beelzebub show up to take you away from him though, he's in ruins. He's left to seethe, but this time alone gives him an idea...
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It just wasn't fair.
He knew you better than everyone else. He knew your favourite things to watch, your favourite things to eat, your favourite haunts, the little intricacies and quirks of your habits. He could recite from heart the episodes you love the most.
So why was it Mammon who got to touch you so intimately, and with such easily?
Fingers tipped with a deep blue nail polish dug deep into one of his plain pillows, knees drawn up tighter towards his chest to feel the compression of gryphons down on his body. Those honey-violet eyes of his stared at his D.D.D, missed message notifications practically staring him back down in turn.
It had only been a couple hours earlier. You were hanging out with Leviathan at a local arcade, invited by the Avatar of Envy to check out a cabinet that had just been installed that morning. It was all going so well, he felt so high on your smiles and laughter, he felt like he was actually able to make you happy. Then Mammon swooped in with Beelzebub at his back; they stole your attention away swiftly and firmly, and wouldn't give you a chance to decline before they dragged you off to do some stupid outing of theirs.
The memory played on loop made his blood boil hot, his chest tightening until it was a white-hot knot all throughout. It wasn't fair at all that they got to trample all over his day out with you, and that Mammon felt so bold as to slide his hand around your waist like he owned you. What was so special about Mammon — or the others for that matter — that let them be so close to you so effortlessly? Was it because he was some filthy shut-in otaku that you only hung out with to pity? … No. He wanted to have more faith in you than that.
Before he ended up spiraling again, he needed to watch something. Anything. His favourite anime streaming site had just announced an exclusive show premiering on their service solely, maybe he'd turn that on and just let himself get lost in a fantasy world where he didn't have to think about how deeply his heart ached for you, for your smile, and most of all, for your love.
The show he chose started off interestingly enough, being about a young man serving as the main protagonist, whose pet hog protected him as they traveled in search of answers to an old riddle; Levi loved to try and solve those types of plots before anything was confirmed or denied by the studio itself. As the episodes progressed though he took notice of one of the other protagonists — a rather reserved girl who seemed to very methodically work to charm the main character and kept the other love interests at bay out of a wicked sense of jealousy and possessiveness. Leviathan hadn't even realized how far he was leaned in as the episodes continued on to show this "yandere"-type girl cunningly maneuvering to curry favor with the male lead through both subtle and obvious shows of affection — all of her efforts culminating in a kabedon that won the young man's heart over in one fell swoop.
The girl… She was someone he could see himself being. Like her, he was viciously envious and upset that others were encroaching on the man he loved so dearly, and like her, he would do anything to earn the favor of that very same boyfriend. Though unlike her, he wasn't nearly as cunning or charismatic to pull off such clever stunts — but he was, if nothing else, very determined. Maybe he wasn't charismatic, but if he practiced and said the right things, you might be won over all the same.
So he planted a text message for you to read; a request to come to his room when you had the chance. Now that he'd asked you, there was no going back. He'd have to steel himself and make the move, just like in that anime — he had to channel that girl's bravery and charisma, her desire to win over the love of her life. So he waited and practiced the words he wanted to say over and over in his mind, out loud to nail the tone he wanted, eyes almost fixated on his D.D.D until he saw your message;
[ Okay, I'll be over in a moment. ]
This was it. This was his only chance; he rushed out of his seat and stood near the door poised and ready, he could only tell that it had swung open from seeing it with his own two eyes. If you said anything, he couldn't hear it over his heart drumming so loudly in his ears that he could not even hear his own shaky breathing. You had not even gotten past the door when he had closed the gap between you two, using his body to push you back, one hand of his reaching out to anchor down on the wall he'd backed you up against. In the same rush of movement his tail had lashed forth from hiding, snapped out in a way that would push the door shut with a flourish.
He had moved to kabedon you, just as he saw in the anime… and you had to admit, he had some fluid movement when doing so — enough so that it brought a rosy tint to your cheeks as you were surprised to see him being so bold.
"Y/N!" He gasped out, his face a bright scarlet as he fought the urge to crumple. You could see in the way his arms shook and his body trembled that he was fighting that desire to give up, to concede his defeat, to withdraw into himself and forget about what happened. Yet he didn't. Through a breath that was unsteady yet fighting so desperately to sound grounded and firm, he started to speak again.
"Y/N… I can't stand it any more… Seeing how Mammon handled you… I… I won't let that happen again! You… You're mine, you know that?!"
You froze at that, eyes widening at the spluttering declaration; this was a side of Levi you knew existed, but never had you heard him say it in such a firm, almost desperate manner.
"You… You be… belong to…" Then it was Levi's turn to stop mid-sentence, his chest practically seized up and unable to muster the courage to speak further. It was that familiar gaze of regret and shame in his eyes when he felt he had pushed too far, asked too much of you. His head sunk low, shoulders slouched for a moment, but on instinct you had reached out to grasp his chin, to raise his face right back up. It elicited a gasp out of the demon, his orange-violet eyes fixed upon your own now as his mind raced with questions — and desires.
"… To me…" Leviathan finally breathed out after a moment of tightness in his throat. His entire expression had melted with those two words into a mixture of rising passion and awe. Awe at you, his boyfriend, being so kind, so willing to go along with his outburst. It was such a strong wave of emotion that he had not even realized you pulled him closer for a kiss until your sweet lips had pressed to his own; when you had done this, there was no stopping the floodgates that opened in his mind. You were so close, so vulnerable, so very much his, and he wanted people to know it. He wanted his brothers to respect the fact that you were his, you were his handsome boyfriend, you were not to be claimed by anyone else.
Without thinking, his hands shot forward to grasp at your shirt and pull you in, breathless little gasps breaking the kiss before he lunged right back in for more. You encouraged him with how you wrapped your arms around his neck, gave him the subtle clues that you were willing to give yourself to him and fulfill those desires so clearly writ large in every action he took. You were relishing in this just as much as he was, and it led to you both having leaned in to one another until bodies were pressed flush and you could feel a noticeable throb against your belly. Leviathan's fantasies had been stewing in his mind for so long now, and in the heat of this moment threatened to boil over and completely consume any rational thought he had.
You smiled against his lips and decided to try and test just how sensitive he really was by smoothing one of your hands down the Avatar of Envy's back, down past his waist, to give his posterior a nice little squeeze. You expected the sharp inhaled gasp, but you weren't ready to hear the shuddering moan that wracked his chest, the sound like melting honey in your ears. It almost sounded as if he begged you for something, so you tried for another, almost kneading grope — and this time his whole body responded by rolling against yours, head thrown back and tail suddenly lashed upwards uncontrollably.
"Please!" Leviathan would gasp out, hands tensed on your shirt. "Please, do that again…! I want more… Please… Y/N…" The gasps he gave were choked, but more from how much pleasure was coursing through his veins, hazing his vision and his thoughts. You could tell he was lost in the moment, not a single care in the world for if he "deserved" such amazing sensations. You wanted to treat him for being so forward — he waited so patiently for you, he made his thoughts so clear to you, he only wanted you. Yet as you went for his belt you were stopped by a shaky hand, though Leviathan was quick to quell any concerns you had.
"Be... Before you do," the demon exhaled, his eyes shifting to watch your expression. "Can... Can I... nibble your neck...? Ju-Just a little..."
The question surprised you a little bit, yet you couldn't help but find it so endearing; here he was moments ago demanding that you were his, and now he was asking permission to claim a little bit of you. With a warm smile you gave him that permission, and found he only hesitated for a moment before he leaned in and pressed nervous lips and sharp canines to your neck. Leviathan's actions felt so gentle despite his explosive display of emotions, as if he were worshipping you, revering your body as something sacred despite the overwhelming need building in his chest.
The first nip was experimental, testing the waters against your skin. The second found more purchase near the artery in your neck, a gasp drawn against your throat as Leviathan froze and took it all in — the rapid rush of blood just inches below his lips was because of him. It was for him that your heart beat like so.
"I love you..." Leviathan would breathe out before taking another bite a little further down. "I love you... I love you so much..." A few more marks were left trailing down to your collarbone, but then he pulled away; the expression on his face could only be described as utterly consumed by lust, eyes soft and hazy and glistening in the light, lips parted with an awe-struck smile, scarlet spreading from his cheeks to his ears.
"Okay... I'm ready now," the demon would utter as he moved your hand back to his belt, a stuttering murmur escaping at the anticipation alone. "I... I wanted to leave those there... because I wanted others to know... Know that I'm the only one who gets to see you like this... who gets to be pampered like this... who... who..." His brain skipped a bit and he shuddered out a moan when white-hot flashes of pleasure washed over his nerves at the thought of what he would say next settled in.
"... Please don't be too gentle with me... I... I want all of you, Y/N... I've waited so long for this... to t-take you in like this... I, um... I've practiced a little for you... W-well a lot for you... I want to make you happy... in every single way... I want to be the only one wh-who can meet those needs... Okay?"
Leviathan was so wholly devoted to you, to your desires, and in a rush of courage brought on by all the positive reinforcement you had been giving he laid it all bare for you to take in. Despite letting you take the lead and be the one to dominate, you felt as though he was still actively feeding your own passion with the way he breathlessly uttered his affections for you from a chest gripped wholly by undying love.
You spared no time removing those layers of clothes from his body as you kept him pinned to the wall, your fingers deftly working to ease his entrance and prepare him. Your own dripping length was freed only when he was ready, and he squirmed and cried out in undiluted ecstasy when he finally got to feel you filling him up. The Avatar of Envy was so sensitive, so easy to react, you had to be careful not to overload him in the heat of the moment, but as soon as you started getting a rhythm going with your hips, a curious detail caught your eye.
As you fucked him there on that wall, his eyes were fixed upon the marks he left on your throat — as though he were admiring them, how they painted your pretty skin a bluish-red, how they announced so loud and proud who you chose to get so intimate with. He had even coiled his tail around your waist a couple times over, as if denying the chance to make any distance — he did not want you to stop, not for anything in the world.
"Y/N... Y/N..." Your name was a mantra on his tongue, spoken so sweetly, so desperately. Interlaced between each instance of your name was confessions of love, though mostly inaudible from how he mewled and moaned and cried out with each movement you made.
It did not take long at all for him to reach his climax, thick ropes of cum painting your shirt as his tail squeezed you gently and his body jerked and tensed from the sheer force of the release sending waves across his body. Yet he wouldn't let you stop, riding that climax through his tears and drooling just to see you to yours — only then did he slow down, mouth hung agape with a smile at the corners of his lips, eyes barely able to stay open.
"Thanks..." he exhaled after he was able to catch his breath, his voice so light and full of joy. He saw the confused look on your face and after a moment of processing it, realized he needed to continue. "F-for choosing me. For letting me be the one to experience this... It makes me so happy..."
The demon's arms would be thrown around your neck after he said that, his head lowered to nestle up against the marks he had left previously. It was so hard to believe that his little tactic worked, and that he had even gotten to enjoy the highs of personal intimacy with you for it too.
"Don't go doing this with anyone else, okay? Just... Just me. I don't want anyone else being able to see how beautiful you are covered in sweat like this..." After he mewled his reminder out on airy breaths, you felt him squirm on you a bit, still excited for more — still so pent up and ready for more. It was cute, you mused with a smile.
It was typical for Leviathan to go hours without messaging anyone, but when people caught on that you and him both had gone radio silent ever since you got back to the House of Lamentation earlier than everyone else, they couldn't help but wonder if you had stolen Levi away — though Asmodeus couldn't stop giggling to himself when he caught a very familiar scent wafting off of you both later.
And there we are! I hope I did your request justice dear anon; I got very, very excited to write this, so I made it a lot longer than I should have. Oops! But I hope I captured the essence of a soft but still possessive/obsessive Levi for you!
And to all who were waiting so patiently, hello! I'm back, so sorry for the wait!! 💖
𒁍 Sheep Scramble ▸▸ Chapter 1
▸▸▸ New Moonlit Horizons
Chapter 1 of my new series Sheep Scramble is finished!
This series is a sort of telling/retelling of the Obey Me! story through the lens of a named MC, Xavier. The aim is to keep the major story beats more or less the same while trying to add in more life to the world of OM, all through the lens of a unique MC.
I'll be working on this series between requests and drabbles as well, so it's more a background project that wont be the main focus of the blog. I just figured it'd be a fun downtime project and wanted to share it with you all! Below will be a snippet preview, as well as a link to read the rest.
Notes for this chapter: General verbal abuse is present, as well as hints of trauma in Xavier. (Frankly Diavolo is the only nice one here, as per the opening of the game.) Proofread.
Final Word Count (according to Google Docs): 4200.
[...] “Wait, THIS is the human I gotta be lookin’ over?!” a familiar voice called out – the very same from the phone call. A demon with snow-white hair and deep blue eyes that faded down to gold rocked up, his glare made all the sharper for his eyes standing out so readily against his darker skin. “This raggedy-ass thing? He ain’t got a Grimm to his name! And he ain’t even worth eatin’ either! Hey, you, stringbean!”
Xavier had watched Mammon the whole time with a distant expression; he paid physical attention to the demon that was leaned forward to be mere inches from his face, but mentally, there was a fog that encompassed his mind. The yelling… he hated the yelling. The threats. Yet it didn’t seem like he would be waking any time soon, so the best he could do was dampen his reactions and brace against the onslaught until he could.
“You’re gonna be a good human an’ work for me, ya hear? And every last Grimm ya make is gonna go to ME! That way you’re worth some–” In the blink of an eye Mammon had gone from towering over Xavier to planted into the floor, Lucifer standing beside him, adjusting his gloves back into place and smoothing his coat back down.
“Shut up before I punch you again,” the eldest exhaled. […]
The rest of the chapter can be accessed from [ right here ]
Most of the brothers seem to know when you're upset; they've learned to read your body language, notice your habits, and ways to combat whatever it is that had brought you down. Two of the brothers, however, are surprisingly adept at being the first ones to notice, and are often the first ones to act.
Notes: GN!Reader (they/them), cheering you up from crying (unknown reasons what had you upset), fluff, not proofread. Short-ish story. Their actions can be taken as either platonic or romantic.
It was the sniffling that they heard first. Their bickering down the hall had stopped short of your room, Leviathan clasping a hand over Mammon's mouth as they neared your door. Leviathan was the first to lean in, Mammon's head pulled close when he tried to protest in an effort to get him to hear what his younger brother did. Both froze up when their ears were filled with the sounds of another snotty sniff followed by a cracked little whine — a sound that had Mammon reaching for the doorknob immediately before Leviathan snatched his hand away in the nick of time.
"What's the big deal?!" Mammon hissed under his breath.
"Hold on, hit the pause button Mammon! Break out the strategy guide! Look, this is gonna be a seriously tough fight if we go in underequipped, and — "
"Can ya use some normal words for a sec?"
Leviathan scowled a bit with his brows furrowed tight when Mammon had finished his little comment, Levi's expression between a sharpened focus and annoyance at the interjection to use "normie" language.
"Ugh, fine! Just this once! So, Y/N's sad, right? And if we just barge in there without anything for them, we're probably just gonna upset them even more. So we need a strategy, and I think I got just the thing."
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A knock would be heard on your door. How long had you been sat on your bed, head hung low, tears clung to your cheeks? It must have been long enough if someone was trying to get your attention. Before you could try and call out that the door was open, the voices of your visitors would be heard.
"Y/N! It's me, Levi!"
"Yo! We're comin' in!" In typical Mammon fashion he practically let himself in with Leviathan in tow behind him, but what your blurry eyes beheld was that it wasn't just them walking in empty-handed; gathered up under Mammon's arm was one of his softest blankets, and dangled from his hand were a couple bags filled to the brim with unhealthy snack foods and drinks. Leviathan himself clutched a few Ruri-hana themed totes that were nearly overflowing with various CD, DVD, and video game cases in one tote, a DVD player and some portable consoles in the other.
They'd brought you what was effectively a care package you then realized, as they closed the door behind them.
"Pincer attaaaaaaack!" Levi would then cry out in glee, his finger pointed towards you. "Mammon! Initiate your special, Snack Attack!! I'll combo it up with Crouching Brothers, Hidden Anime!"
"Aye aye!" Even if Mammon didn't care for Levi's "otaku-speak," he promised to work with his younger brother to make you happy. Before you could really even process what was happening you felt the cloud-like softness of the expensive blanket thick with Mammon's cologne wrapped around your body until you were something akin to a living, fluffy burrito of warmth.
With you now effectively "trapped" (though with your arms free enough to poke your hands out of the top) Mammon would spill the contents of the bags all over your bed; bags of snack chips, packaged jerkies and assorted cheeses, and various candy mixes were all on offer alongside a fair few different cans of sodas, juices, fizzy waters, and hell chocolate milk. He'd snatch up a drink he knew you loved and cracked the can open with a satisfying clicking hiss from the top, careful in how he shoved it down against the blanket so your fingertips could steady it, and so it could rest upon your chin idly.
Leviathan had heaved the dining table in your room over with sheer dedication until it was in front of your bed like a TV stand, his portable DVD player set down lovingly directly before you. He'd taken some time to fuss over what anime to pick, but eventually seemed to land on the title I'm An Aspiring Model Who Got Summoned To Another Planet, Now I've Become The Star Attraction For Fashion-Frenzied Aliens!! before slotting the disk in carefully.
"Mammon actually picked this one," Leviathan beamed as he took up a spot to your left side, given Mammon had completely hogged up your right. The younger of the two would fish out one of the chip bags and popped it open, offering one of the chips up to your lips. "We heard you were really sad, so we teamed up and got you stuff we knew would max out your happiness meter!"
"Yeah, what Levi said!" Mammon grinned. "So we ain't leavin' 'til we know you're alright! And that's that, so no usin' your commands to send us off or anythin' or we'll just come back stronger an' more persistent!" He'd lean in a bit closer now until he could rest his head on your shoulder, which prompted Leviathan to mirror the act, not wanting to look like the "uncool" one of the two. Now you were there, wrapped in a blanket, a drink cozied up to your lips, chips and other snacks offered to you frequently by one brother or the other, watching perhaps the cheesiest anime you've set your eyes on with running commentary from the two on your flanks. You weren't alone at all, and frankly... you forgot why you were upset in the first place.
There were some messages later about the surprise sleepover that was uncovered in your room; at some point you three had passed out, yourself cuddled up in-between Mammon and Leviathan, with a picture of the snuggle pile sent to the massive group chat by Asmodeus who was quite pissed he missed a chance to pamper you... The bickering that ensued was definitely one for the books.
You could see it in his face; his words didn't match his eyes. Diavolo swore to you he'd be fine and that you should go have your fun as long as you send pictures, but you felt that deep down in his chest a jealous fire burned in his heart.
Notes: Possessiveness/possessive marking during sex, male!MC/male reader assumed (he/him pronouns used in the beginning but body descriptions/attire left completely vague throughout), longer story
"There he goes," Diavolo would mutter as his arms crossed over his chest. He knew Barbatos was floating nearby and wasted not a moment voicing his dejection. "Those brothers certainly are blessed, even if they don't realize it. To spend so much time with him..." Though he didn't finish his sentence, Barbatos could tell what he wanted to say.
I would move the very realms just to spend an entire day with you.
...
Diavolo is jealous. Time is so precious to him, and rarely can he spend it with you. He pleads playfully and whines like a young boy to get them to cave and give up their time with you so he can indulge himself, but it does come from a place of genuine envy that he cannot often express. It burns so much brighter and hotter than he lets on because he cannot afford to make it any more obvious.
You've noticed it though. You've sometimes heard the fabric of his sleeve pull audibly as his hands tighten, his gaze sometimes sharper than usual as you're bombarded with the brothers demanding your time, your attention. Diavolo always wanted to step up, to say something, the way his lips purse tighter before parting with a sigh. Sometimes on outings you'd see the faintest flashes of annoyance in his eyes when someone came up to interfere with your dinner dates, or your shopping outings. You were his. And anyone who capitalized on you in his presence would find their weeks were suddenly plagued with bad luck.
You're mine, Y/N. I want them to know that.
One day after you returned from a trip with the brothers, he demanded your presence at the castle in the group chat. Everyone was voicing objections as they had plans with you, but Diavolo said something interesting:
[ Diavolo ] ‹‹ I'm sorry. I cannot budge on this. It's imperative
that Y/N takes care of this with me. And before
you ask, Lucifer, it is something only they can
handle. ››
Everyone had suspicions. Diavolo had texted you every single day you were away; they started innocuous enough with little things he saw that reminded him of you, updates on things he did — but those messages slowly became more. Needier. To the point you could almost hear his breathless gasps and pleas to absolutely, under no circumstances, make any plans when you returned. He wanted you. He needed you. So when you finally arrived, you made it only a few steps away from the main foyer's entrance before you felt yourself pressed to the wall next to you, lips frantically bearing down on yours.
Diavolo had not even given you a chance to speak before he did, his words like breathless wisps of air across the plush surface of your lips.
"Y/N... I couldn't bear it. Being in my office all those days without you, without your voice, knowing the brothers could look upon you, listen to you all they wanted... I wont let you go back so soon. Stay here for the night... Let me lavish you... Please."
You finally had a chance to look up to his face; his gaze was already hazy with desire, lips parted, the shadows on his face making him look far more dominating than he already was the way they accented those glowing golden eyes. Diavolo was so very, very jealous that the brothers had been able to touch you, tease you, please you, it was clear as day he needed to make his mark on you, claim you, remind them who you belonged to. So you swallowed thick and gave the nod, with the stipulation that you'd only grant his request in private.
Almost immediately after that you realized you were being moved — your steps were being taken backwards as Diavolo practically walked you down the halls. His hands were never idle as they felt every inch they could reach, as if reacquainting himself to every rise and dip across your body, each little grope of those powerful fingers eliciting another soft gasp from both you and Diavolo himself. It didn't take long at all for you both to be ducked into an unused room off to the side, the door shut swiftly and locked by his powerful magicks; none could enter, and none could leave.
The desk nearby served as the surface you'd be cornered against as Diavolo's hands now turned to gripping along your posterior, the sharp inhale you took only fueling the way he groaned and pressed up against your body. You could already feel the way his bulge pressed against your stomach, the slight jerking twitches it gave informed you that he was already oh so very excited to be able to handle you like this.
"I dreamed about this every night, Y/N," the prince would breathe in to your ear before his sharp canines brushed along the outer ridge — the sensation sent a shiver down your spine. "I'd toss and turn some nights, with even trying to pleasure myself being of no use. I was too absorbed in the thought of ravishing you, marking you as mine..." You jolted a bit when you felt that strong palm roll over your own groin, your legs instinctively curled up towards you a bit as your back arched when those white-hot waves washed over your nerves. Diavolo's lips had traveled lower then, leaving kisses and nips of his teeth in their wake down your jaw towards your throat.
"Make those noises for me. Those beautiful noises... Let me know just how you feel about me. Drive me crazy... remind me this isn't a dream." It was as if he commanded you, for in the next moment your lips parted to loosen one of those moans of yours from deep within your lungs. Oh, how he growled in delight against your neck when you did that, rewarded with a hard grind of his hips against your stomach to remind you just how quickly his bulge was swelling in size. You made him melt. No one had ever had this level of control over him, and he was going to show you just how strongly you dominated his mind, his desires, and it would start with how he was so quick to push aside the bottom half of your clothing until you were bared to him.
There was a moment where he paused his relentless loving to just admire you; you, so bashful, wriggling a bit under his intense and hazy gaze as he witnessed your flesh bared to him. Then a smirk — it was only for a moment before it corrected into a full grin, but you had seen the hunger in his face; you were only distracted after the fact by the way his lips pressed to your most sensitive area, his tongue already daring to explore around it. The sensations that overtook you were like bolts of lightning and you had to grip the edges of the desk as he worked what you could only describe as magic on you as he used his hands to keep your thighs apart.
Diavolo was so passionate, so focused, so desperate to hear your noises, and it showed in just how masterfully his lips and tongue worked in tandem to taste every single inch, coat his mouth with nothing but your essence, his whole body almost seeming to move with every little motion. The prince's legs had to spread a little more every moment with how tight his pants felt now, how flushed and hot his body had become, hands only pulled away to tear another layer off of his body until you could see his own muscular torso between the flashes of white that overtook your vision. Any time you dared to let your thighs snap shut on him, he had moved to bite against them to leave his mark — both a "punishment" of sorts whenever you acted up, and as a reminder of where he had been, what he had indulged himself in.
You were so hot, so so hot, slick with sweat that rolled down your body, soaked your upper clothes, your gut coiling tighter and tighter rapidly; you tried to mewl out how close you were, but your words fizzled out in to a gasping groan as he hit a particularly sensitive bundle of nerves and made your eyes roll back in to your head briefly. There was no chance to warn him; he was eventually greeted by a strong orgasm that caught him by surprise all across his face and parts of his hair. Your vision returned to you slowly, but the next sight your eyes caught was one of Diavolo with his eyes sharp and filled with unfiltered lust, his smirk returned to his lips, the trails of your cum having trickled down his strong jaw and on to that powerful chest of his.
"Y/N, I hope you know you won't be leaving so soon..." came his low, rolling growl as he approached you once more, his tongue making a pass across his lips to lap up even just another hint of your cum — a taste that to him was sweeter than any soul he would ever have. He moved to loom over you, the darkness cast across his front leaving those golden eyes to glint bright in a display that would have been terrifyingly menacing if you were not so completely turned on now.
"Those plans of yours will have to wait. You're mine. All mine... and I'll make sure they see the way I've lavished every inch of your body... I wont let this moment be taken from me. Were you hungry for me, Y/N? Don't worry... I'll feed you well, and then some."
No matter where you are, no matter how alone you feel, you have someone, somewhere, who believes in you, and cares for you. Even if perhaps you have not met them yet, they are out there.
Make this a year of reaching out. Of connections. Of necessary endings and new beginnings. Of reconnections with those you may have forgotten. You deserve love, to love others and yourself. To love friends, family, partners.
And even if you cannot do any of that, you are still loved in this space as well. The brothers, the royals, the angels, and the sorcerer, they all love you — you are always welcomed in their arms when you need the pillar to lean on until you feel strong enough to do what you need to.
2022 is coming to a close, and 2023 will be another chapter we begin. No matter how you're going in to the new year, just remember:
Everyone in the Devildom is cheering you on, Y/N. You got this. We believe in you. ♥
▸▸ It isn't that Barbatos does not love you; his station simply demands him to maintain a rigorous appearance... as long as he is witnessed by anyone beyond just yourself, at least.
"The key to successfully dating Barbatos is patience," Diavolo once told you on the sly.
You always wondered about how distant the butler seemed to be, despite the conflicting vocalizations of care and love for you — why he always spoke so candidly in private, but never around others. Yet such clues were in a way the answer itself; Barbatos simply could not reveal his feelings as openly as everyone else can.
He is a royal butler, Diavolo's most trusted advisor and only friend before Lucifer arrived. He has always lived such a life of service as far as you could tell, backed up by his own confessions of his inability to shake those habits and desires. The reason he fails to act as anything else is because he knows nothing else; as enigmatic as he is, the demon is equally as easy to learn to read.
You started with little acts of physical service to him: you helped organize some of the files he had to put away, you brought silverware to him to minimize the time he needed to walk between spots, you helped carry his orders around the castle when he was in the middle of reorganizing Diavolo's schedule to make things fit with time for rest. Barbatos noticed every single one, and you could tell by the subtle way his eyes crinkled in delight, his smile sitting just a little bit brighter on his lips. It would not break decorum, but it would tell you everything you needed to know.
After a while of this routine, you had thought to use your speaking segment at the RAD dinner party's round of toasting to lavish the butler with his overdue praise for all he does in the shadows, for all his little efforts and greater sacrifices. However, you ended up being caught off-guard by what you heard fall from Barbatos' lips before you had your turn.
"'Ere I pass the floor to Lucifer, I would devote a moment to Y/N. Y/N has been tirelessly at work in ways that even I had not anticipated, taking up the initiative and opportunity to lift miniscule tasks from my shoulders to allow me time to focus on the larger priorities at hand. I cannot understate how valuable Y/N is, both in the service that has been rendered, and in the company that has been provided. It would please me to no end to continue to share these wonderful memories with you, a sentiment I suspect is echoed by all present. … Thank you, dearly."
The way he had watched your face with eyes that practically flooded with nothing but unspoken adoration and admiration for you, the purposeful way he worded certain parts of his speech...
It did not break decorum, and that was exactly what made it so meaningful. He spoke from the heart in a way that still obeyed the requirements of his position, skirting the lines as close as he possibly could, risking so much just to tell you in his own way that he loves you so dearly.
Of course you knew that later when there were no prying ears or eyes, he would set the title of butler aside for a moment to lavish you in sweetened words and needy kisses, unable to hold himself back when no one else could see him acting so "inappropriately."
NSFW prompt for ur consideration: The Demon Brothers' first time with a he/him transmasc!MC? You can pick which brothers you wanna do if u don't feel like writing all of em!
Ooooh what a fantastic request, and the first saucy prompt for the blog! This will presume the MC's had his top surgery but hasn't gotten around to the bottom surgery yet (either due to just time, money, or maybe has been looking around in the Devildom now instead of the human realm for a good way to do it, etc..)
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▸▸ You have him all riled up, either by accident or on purpose; either way it happened, you find his hunger to consume your love growing more and more needy until it comes time to remove the clothing barring his eyes from beholding you in your purest form. Your hesitation speaks volumes and his heels cool a bit to see what's bothering you, to make sure you're comfortable above all else.
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Lucifer already had a suspicion what this was about. He's read your file, gathered information on you; he knew you hadn't yet fully transitioned in the physical sense. So when your hand grabs his wrist lightly to stop him from undoing your shirt buttons, he immediately had a clue what was happening. He ceased what he was doing and leaned in to press a loving kiss to your forehead. "Are you concerned with what I will think? That it is your first time in such an intimate situation, with a body you have not quite come to terms with yet?" he'd mutter into your ear; though his tone had kept that silky smooth flit that made your spine shudder in anticipation, you could also hear the soft consideration behind it echoing his desire to make you more comfortable. You nod a little, and he just smirked in response at first.
"Do you really believe I would judge such a good boy on frivolous details?" His playful-yet-genuine words made your heart skip a beat. How did he always seem to know just what to say? "When I fell in love with you, I fell in love with you for more than just your body — it was your spirit, your heart that drew me in first. How it is presented to me matters very little beyond presenting me another way to please you." Another kiss of his graced your temple then, and you could feel how those lips were pulled in to a smile.
"I won't rush you, however. I know plenty of ways to bring you to your climax without moving a single inch of clothing aside... So tonight I'll treat you to something special, and if you're an obedient boy, I may even let you take in a rare sight indeed... Make sure I can hear you, or I might just punish you instead..."
Mammon initially gets a bit flustered when you grabbed for his hand — he thought maybe he'd been a bit too eager and crossed over into aggressiveness when he practically tore the bottom of your shirt out from under your belt. It takes a lot of stuttered words to convince him it's not anything to do with him, you're just nervous about how you look to him, on top of it being your first time ever having sex like this. There's a moment of short-circuiting from Mammon who just looks at you dumbfounded and you're nearly certain you already messed it up, until...
"Wha? My absolutely handsome human, lookin' bad? Tch! As if! Did'ja forget I got an eye for sexiness? That's right! And The Great Mammon ain't gonna let anythin' but the sexiest hang off his arm, so you best believe I'm madly in love with ya inside and out!" Him calling you handsome and sexy made sure it was your turn to get flustered, and he made sure to move and gentle straddle over your belly while you were still trying to process what he'd just said. The way he leaned back gave you an absolute mouthwatering eyeful of his toned body, and following it up showed his lopsided grin flashing his fangs down at you.
"No need 'ta rush, right? We'll just work ya up until you're feelin' ready, so instead of focusin' on any of that right now, why don't we see how good that sweet little mouth of yours is? You've always got a way with your words, so why don't'ya show me how you work that tongue in other ways if you want? Or I can just put on a private modelin' show for your eyes only — the thought of havin' my handsome boyfriend starin' me down like that's already gettin' me all sorts of riled up...
Leviathan ended up riled up after a fair bit of teasing him and once there was a mutual approval to let things get much more intimate past the touches and kisses he was the first one mostly out of his clothes. He only stopped when he realized you probably shouldn't just be left in yours too and had thought to try a slick move he watched in a hentai "educational anime series" by letting the tip of his tail slither up your back and around your neck, exploring down in to your shirt. He only got to the tips of your collarbone before you yelped for him to wait, and to say he looked guilty would be an understatement.
Poor Levi's immediately apologizing, swearing up and down he's just some filthy pervert of an otaku for ever trying to make the first move, and it takes a moment to calm him down and reassure the demon that it's not him at all, it's about the fact it's your first time and how you feel about your own body. Cue a few more moments before something dings in his head and he turns to go find a box that had been hidden in a rather inconspicuous spot — and from that box you see a flash of what looked like a very specific belt-like accessory, meant to hold a very familiar toy. His face is beet red as he seems unable to show the strap-on in full, but he seemed rather excited for the prospect.
"Th-That-- That's totally fine! I... I went out and watched some anime that h-had some protagonists like you, uhm... a-and I... I ord- ordered some stuff in advance... I figured y-y-you'd be worried... bu-but I promise I'll like it! I even tried it out on myself first! ... I-I mean, gah! I'm no-not f-f-forcing you to do this to me though okay?! I just... uhm... I'm really t-turned on by the thought of being topped by my hot human boyfriend, no matter how we do it!!"
Satan already had been teasing you with being relatively hands-off, utilizing his words and ghosting touches to get you hot and bothered; the way he muttered near your ear and let his breath wash down across your neck was but a small part of the myriad of ways he worked you up without ever letting a finger lay upon your body. You thought he'd be content with this alone but when you found one of his hands nearing your shirt you asked him to pause for a moment. You felt the need to tell him it was your first time, and on top of that you were unsure what he would think of how you looked. The way he paused to think made you nervous that you might have spoken out of line, but the smile he wore said differently.
"I've been alive for a couple centuries now and have seen a lot of things; if you think I will mind that your body does or doesn't have certain traits, then let me remind you..." You yelp softly when you feel his fingers trace the underside of your jaw, gasping when he finally graced the side of your neck with his lips. It was surprisingly sensual, thoughtful, careful; his free hand had grasped at your thigh only to then drag upwards with a light curl to his digits to pull the fabric of your clothing with them.
"I love you, Y/N. Everything about you, even as you are now, even as you will be in the future. Even if you don't trust yourself... trust in my words, in my touch, in my love. I could write a book a day for centuries filled to the brim with words of affection and adoration for you, and that still would only be but a droplet in the ocean that has welled up in my heart. You will always be the handsome human I am honored to call mine."
Asmodeus is no stranger to affairs of the body, both the good and the bad. Even when you got him all hot and bothered and ready to pounce on you, he could tell you were nervous by the way you hesitated at times. That cat-like grin remained on his lips as he crawled over top of you, letting his honey-pink eyes watch yours closely — but not to induce any magic upon you. You could tell he gazed at you sincerely, sweetly, wanting no question of his feelings to remain as he adjusted on his elbows to let his hands cradle the sides of your face with dancing fingertips.
"Oh hon, I know that look so well," he cooed quietly, his perfectly painted lips pulled in to his prettiest, most genuine smile. "That's the look of a young man who's still unsure of himself, isn't it? You know, I had that very same look once upon a time." Surely he must have seen the shock on your face because he'd follow that up with a giggling laugh. "Surprised? It's not just humans that often feel wrong in their bodies! We demons just have a much easier time making the changes we want. That's why I totally get it, my absolutely gorgeous boy. ♥ "
"I would never offer my body to just any old someone, Y/N~ That someone's gotta be drop-dead gorgeous, in a league anywhere near me, and I can confidently say that you're just that! In fact... You're the only person I've ever wanted to chase that wasn't just myself. If you were scared of how you looked... You've got my mark of approval — and I'll put that mark right in the most scandalous places, just for you...~ ♥♥♥ "
Beelzebub, despite being someone who seems unconcerned with most details not related to food, always takes your comfort very, very seriously. So seriously in fact that even when you were pulled up to straddle his chest as you both made out, he could see you weren't daring to put your full weight down and immediately stopped what you both were doing. He started to ask you if you were hurt, if he'd somehow pulled your legs too hard; it took a few tries of guessing before you finally blurted out that you're both a virgin and nervous about what he'd think of your appearance.
You can see the head empty stare he's got. "But... why does that matter?" He asked it sincerely, but realized he worded it poorly so he tried again. "What I mean is... would I be here showering you with love if I didn't like how you looked, or thought any less of you for this being your first time? If anything... I'm even more excited than ever. It's really special for humans to have their first time, right? So the fact you chose me... It makes me feel really good." Every inch of your body flushed hot as he picked you up effortlessly and sat you down on the bed next to him, his sweet eyes focused on you from below.
"But we don't have to rush at all. Like a gourmet dish, you've gotta go slow and savor it to really enjoy it. As much as I just want to drink up all your love, it wont taste the same if I sour it from pushing you. So we'll go at your own pace. Are you still up for anything? If you are, just let me know what you're comfortable with. If not, that's okay; we can go grab some dinner together instead."
Belphegor couldn't care less, but this meant that he didn't really look at you in any binary sense; even as you shared your transitional journey with him, he stayed supportive of you, unbothered by the changes because all he was looking at was you. Not a constantly-changing body, not some arbitrary label, but you as a whole. This couldn't be any more obvious than it was as you two lay intwined in bed, Belphegor leaving sloppy kisses down your jaw and neck, his hands bold as they groped at your posterior enough to arc in to his body. You only barely muttered out a plea to wait a moment, which he gave to hear you out. When you told him what bothered you, he threw you a quizzical look.
"Y/N, you're so caught up in what others think of you," he remarked earnestly as he trailed his finger up and down your spine. "But how do you feel? Not "what do I think Belphie wants to hear," but "what is my heart telling me?" Then listen to that voice." Belphegor always had a way of stunning you silent, and he could tell he had a profound effect on you. His lips would graze the outside of your ear, the trail left in its wake warm for a few moments before it felt like an icy chill across your hot skin.
"Besides. You shouldn't be thinking about anyone but me. You belong to me, and you know I'll always love you no matter what happens... Even if you changed your body little bits at a time every day for the rest of your life, all that would mean is I get new things to love about you. So come a little closer... Let me indulge you in how good I can make you feel, and let me show you just how much I've fallen for you..."
WHEW goodness, more suggestive than outright NSFW mostly, but I hope you like it regardless anon! As a confession, despite being transmasc myself I've never actually sat down and written proper transmasc smut, so that's part of why I was a bit shy on the more sexual nature of things. But still, I do hope I did alright! if you need me to go back and do another take please let me know! 💖
Hello to all the new followers of the blog! I'll be working on some new stuff to post tomorrow including the two anons that have been sent in already, so I hope you're all looking forward to it! 😊💖
a scene where at least two of the brothers are negotiating/arguing over who spends what time/event with the MC, forgetting he might have an opinion (Lucifer+Satan would be amusing but pick your faves!)
Oh my gosh anon, you just know writing these two dummies fighting over him would be a hoot, but just for you I'm gonna include a bonus or two! 😉💕
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▸▸ Now what in the world led to this? You remember one moment Lucifer approaching you telling you he was thankful you kept this time slot open for him, but then Satan immediately swooped in and insisted you had plans with him... ?! Now you're just watching the verbal firefight start, trying to figure out what happened to cause this.
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"Absolutely not. I made myself clear."
"All you've told me is that you're taking him on a date, and that's not going to happen, Lucifer! I had plans with him first!"
Your eyes nervously flick down to your D.D.D., mentally begging Karasu for any kind of help in finding any texts you sent to Satan that would have implied a date on this day. Your concentration on Karasu's digging was broken only when you try to keep an eye on the squabbling brothers standing in front of you. Now you did remember telling Lucifer you had no plans yet for this day, and you know he replied to keep it that way, but...
"And what plans are those, Satan? Surely they can wait," Lucifer countered, his arms crossed tight over his chest to make himself appear far more threatening; he was certainly trying to get the younger one to back down and concede defeat, but... this was Satan. Satan was just as stubborn as Lucifer in his own ways.
"As you should no doubt be aware, a rare book faire has rolled into town for just this day only. I planned to take Y/N there to pick up some elusive textbooks for his classes. Would you be so bold as to hold him back from his coursework?" Now Satan held a smug look on his face, having felt he held the smoking barrel in this situation; the barrel was indeed smoking enough, but it was quickly revealed to be quite the backfire.
"Those? Yes, I am aware of which books those are, and I have already gone ahead and purchased them myself as a gift to him. I knew you were going to use this faire as an excuse to intrude upon our time, so I stripped you of your only weapon pre-emptively."
The moment Lucifer finished speaking, you swore the room's temperature rose to uncomfortably high numbers from just the absolutely offended little gasping growl that left Satan's lips. Oh he was mad, and it seemed the two of them had long forgotten you were even sitting there now as occupied as they had become with their little spat. You could practically feel the edges of your hairs burning from the culminating powers clashing, and even thought you were the... culprit...? you had to do something and fast. The second that thought crossed your mind you lips moved on their own;
"Lucifer! Satan! Sit!"
And what a mighty sit it was. Rather, their faces plummeted in to the floor at your feet with the rest of their bodies curled in to an uncomfortable groveling position, both scrambling to get their palms on the floor in a vain attempt to peel themselves off the carpet. The first to speak was an exasperated Satan, who sounded like a mixture of utterly winded from the shock of it all and rather taken aback you'd make him "sit" too.
"Y/N?! What in the world? What did we do?!"
"Part one to that question is you completely forgot I'm even here," you remarked pointedly, and you could see the shame starting to seep in to his features. It was then you turned to Lucifer, though a ping! on your D.D.D was the only reason he escaped your verbal lecture... for now. For you saw Karasu had solved your little mystery, revealing to you a chat that took place a couple days prior from Mammon's perspective:
[ Mammon ] ‹‹ Yo Levi! Is it done? ››
[ Leviathan ] ‹‹ I planted the message, but you guys seriously
owe me! When Y/N finds out, he's totally
gonna suplex all of us into the dirt! ››
[ Mammon ] ‹‹ Naaaaaaah! He wont find out! He'll be too
busy keepin' Satan and Lucifer off'a each
others' throats to notice that li'l message
you sent 'ta Satan on his phone! Then, me
an' Belphie can sneak 'em out while they're
all tuckered out and we can have all kinds'a
fun! ››
[ Leviathan ] ‹‹ Ugh! Shut up with your normie crap lololol. ››
[ Leviathan ] ‹‹ Though it's no fair you two are gonna take up
all his time too. I wanted to play games with
Y/N today; I even got a pre-release copy of
that dating sim we were super excited for, just
for him! ››
[ Mammon ] ‹‹ Hah, like he'd wanna when he's got a free
ticket 'ta PARTAY TOWWWWWNNNN! ››
"... Part two, Mammon and Leviathan are at fault," you uttered to Lucifer as he finally felt the release of your spell on them both and pulled himself back to his feet.
"Pardon?" came both Satan and Lucifer's responses simultaneously.
"Levi sent Satan a text on my phone mimicking my way of typing to set up a date with him for today, knowing it would overlap with Lucifer's request. It was Mammon and Belphie's idea, though."
You looked up to see the two of them exchange a look; you knew that look to be a silent truce between them, a non-verbal handshake to ceasefire and unite under a common banner.
"Is that so?" Lucifer begun.
"Then I guess we know who's really at fault," Satan added, his smile already dripping malice.
You watched the two of them depart then and glanced down at your D.D.D once more. … You kind of just wanted to choose the date you went on, to be honest. Though hearing Mammon and Leviathan's shrieks from down the hall told you that maybe you'd get to still choose after the whole "stringing them up" thing was done with.
Ta-da! I felt that adding in a little bit of jealous Mammon and Leviathan with a sprinkling of mischievous Belphie would also work; we all know those three are pretty down bad for the MC, so it wouldn't surprise me if they utilized the rivalry between Satan and Lucifer to their own ends!
Sadly though, someone's gonna have to get all three of them unstrung and put back down from the rafters now. Whoops!
Don't worry, you definitely got to pick which boy to go on a date with after this all cooled off!
how about: masc they/them or they/he Asmodeus x he/him MC, prompt: they're going to a fancy dress or masquerade sort of place, and MC lets Asmodeus pick out what he should wear.
Absolutely! This is such a fun concept, I'm excited to see what you think of this drabble! 💖
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▸▸ You were invited to a royal ball to celebrate the students of RAD's achievements throughout the exchange program's running years, honoring everyone's teamwork towards making it as successful as it is. You chose Asmodeus to go as your +1, because you knew he was going to dress you to impress.
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You're rather thankful that you decided to let them know this plan a full day ahead of the actual event; you're almost certain they haven't shut up since the moment it left your mouth. Between their posts on Devilgram and DeviTube to just pestering their brothers — Mammon being the most frequently targeted, evidenced by how worn down he was by the end of the day — you've kept an eye on their enthusiasm and were always quick to answer their texts when they asked some random questions of you.
The shopping spree was only the beginning. They still had to dress you, and they had just about every idea under the moon for what they wanted to pick for you; the fact that you now had almost two wardrobes' worth of boxes sat next to your bed with Asmodeus rifling through it was a sure sign this was going to take a hot minute.
"Asmo?"
"Mmm? What is it, dear?" they respond, still deftly sifting through various neatly-folded trousers. "Oh, right! Would you like traditional pants or an open, flowy skirt-like bottom?"
"Did you... need to pick out so many?" you asked quietly, knowing full well the question was an absolutely futile one to pose. "And pants, I'd like to let you be the more flowy one this time," you quickly tacked on.
Asmodeus would loosen a small hum as they stood to their feet, a few pants tucked over their arm. They seemed wholly preoccupied with comparing the accent colours with a few tops and playing mix-and-match until he settled on a couple pairs.
"Mammon especially had some concerns," came your continuation, knowing by the little look in their eyes that they were still listening. "He was like, "man, Asmo's spending more than me today, what's up with that guy?" and "Hey Y/N, tell him to cool it before he regrets it!""
That earned a little laugh out of Asmodeus that he had to stifle into his arm. His expression held nothing but glee as he started to hold each little combo up to your body to picture you in each set. Sometimes he would swap a top or a set of pants on the fly to try new combos, of course.
"I think Mammon's just jealous~" the demon would reply in a cutesy little purr with a little wink thrown your way. "After all, there's this big event coming up, and who did you choose as your plus one? That's riiiiight! Hehe! ♥ I know he's been working himself up to ask you, but he should know better than to think you'll choose anyone but me."
When he had finished talking you had the mind to respond as well, but you had found that your lips were claimed rather suddenly by the demon's own. It was always like him to just sneak a kiss when your guard was down, but this time he had taken his opportunity to soothe you with one of the sweetest little tastes of his lips on yours — and you could tell he applied that flavoured lipstick he knew you loved so much. It was a dizzying taste that left you both a little lightheaded afterwards, Asmodeus letting out a breathless little giggle as he pulled away again.
"So you see why I've just gotta fuss over you, my dear? Now let's try these few outfits on! When we get your outfit situated, then we'll move on to your accessories and makeup! While we all know I'll be the most gorgeous of everyone at the ball, I want to make sure that everyone sees my nearly-equally gorgeous boyfriend at his absolute best~!"
Those cheeks of yours were lit up like wildfire at their words, their kiss; you always felt the love they poured in to you even if they tried to veil it behind their narcissism. If they did not love you as they did, they would not have spent all this time and Grimm just to doll you up for one night.
"Well now I have to; I can't afford to taint my flawless Asmodeus by showing up as anything less." You throw them a wink of your own before vanishing in to the bathroom, catching a rapid spread of crimson across their cheeks as you closed the door to change.
You'll never forget that night; you two turned just about every head in that ballroom that wasn't yours, and both of you graced the front pages of RAD's newspaper much to Diavolo's delight and Mephistopheles' chagrin.
Once again, I hope you enjoyed reading this dear anon! I did my best to represent what you asked for!
> i’d love to get like headcanons for the bros with a m!mc who has a habit of collecting things?? like whether it’s just pretty rocks he finds on the ground or some random collectible GAKSHTKDJDKS IT IS GODS GUESS what he has like 50 of in his room!!!
Hello anon!! Thank you for being the first request on the blog! 💖 One habitual collecting M!MC coming right up for you! To preface this, this is my first ever time sitting down and writing imagine-style requests so if anything isn't right please don't hesitate to shoot me an ask or IM to correct it! 😊
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▸▸ You have a habit; to you it was never a big deal, but to creatures of various core vices, your behavior is a strange little thing to learn about! You've always collected objects for various reasons — perhaps the sentimental value, or just because it looked cool. And... it started to really show in your room.
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Lucifer at first doesn't pay too much attention; you're likely just curious about the Devildom's native geology, and he wont reprimand you for a harmless fascination. It served as a great tie-in for some of your classes at RAD too. However when you started to buy more and more shelves and display cases, he took a lot more notice — he was feeling a Levi 2.0 coming on. But the brothers would often fuel your collection habits, especially Mammon and Leviathan, and would always stand up for you: "He's just collecting some neat stuff! Leave him alone!" So he would... mostly.
He does, however, support your little collection in his own way. You started to receive texts about optimal ways to lay out your gemstones so they took up less space and could still stand out, he helps you pick out shelving that fits your room, and even offers an old storage room in the House of Lamentation to store some things for you to rotate in and out as you please. He does this song and dance with Leviathan already, and at least your hobby is way less intrusive or expensive.
"Y/N... Make sure you do not crowd your room out too much. If something breaks, these may fall and injure you, so please exercise caution. … For my own peace of mind, if nothing else. I know I can't dissuade you from collecting more... nor would I want to. Though they may sparkle and shimmer brightly, the way your own face lights up is far more brilliant than any gemstone could ever hope to be. So please, let me know if I can assist you further."
Mammon is over the moon to hear you pick up little discarded items! That's his human! Sure, you end up keeping them, but Mammon's thrilled nonetheless at the fact that you've got a keen eye for these sorts of things. Initially he uses that as an in for you to unwittingly pluck out some valuable knickknacks that had been discarded for him to pawn off later behind your back, but... Well, when you first discovered what he did and ignored him for a week after you ended up deeply upset, he realized you collected those things for their sentimental value. Oops.
Mammon ends up fretting and eventually tracks the items he sold back down, returning them to you; "Normally I wouldn't be goin' through all this trouble for just one guy but... You're my special human, ya got that?!" And you heard it loud and clear. Now you often find Mammon's crows bringing you new shinies for your collection as part of his gifts to you, and he loves seeing that smile on your face every time you receive a new item for your collection. He sometimes even tries to weave these fantastic stories about how he came across them — nearly always something to amp up how great he is — but in the end you can tell each item was picked out because it fit your collection to a T and he knew you'd love it.
"Don't let the others pick on ya, man... Collectin's a good hobby! Ya never know when somethin' ya picked up could sell for hundreds, thousands, or even millions of Grimm! … But, not that I'd want ya to sell the stuff I gave ya... Hey, you wont go sellin' my gifts off right?! Every one of those little trinkets has a piece of my heart in 'em, so they're stayin' put, ya hear?!"
Leviathan is another one firmly in the encouragement squad; he really can't argue otherwise given he's got the worst collection habit of the brothers rivaled only by Satan's own dragon's hoard of books. When he hears you have a fascination with collecting little chibi figurines, even for series you never watched, he's immediately going on Akuzon and selling you on collecting stuff from the series he likes. This sort of immediately spirals in to a daily routine of you two swapping whose displaying what in which rooms, and needless to say it gives Lucifer a hell of a migraine to figure out what's going on. And if anyone pick on you for collecting "girlish" stuff as a guy, Levi's gonna step in to verbally berate them; he's knocking at the knees later on, but hey, no one picks on his follow otaku!
As you two grow closer, Leviathan finds himself buying more of these figurines for you, often making up some kind of excuse: "This one is part of that Devi-Sentai set, so I went ahead and got it for you!" or "This one just has to be displayed with her twin sister, it's total blasphemy to the otaku culture to have one but not the other!" … In truth, he's just glad to see you smile and enjoy his company, and these figurines are the excellent bridge that brought you two closer. Now it's just something you two do together without thinking about it.
"Hey, Y/N! There's gonna be this new sale for figurines going on at the next Ruri-Hana concert; you can't get these anywhere in the three realms otherwise, so let's go together, okay?! You being there will ease my poor heart and make all those crowds much more bearable too s-so you have to say yes!"
Satan is another one who gets the whole hoarding thing but excuses his own as a quest for knowledge rather than anything frivolous like Mammon or Leviathan, so when he sees you collecting origami initially he's rather perplexed by it. Why origami? Why so many of them? Were you building an army of familiars to one day unleash on everyone? As interesting as that would be to use on Lucifer, you inform him it's just something you collect because seeing them dancing and swaying in the ambient light of the moon is a sight you'd never get anywhere else. … Colour him intrigued, so he spends a night over and immediately understands the fascination once the lights are turned off.
After that, Satan offers you a few origami pieces of his own to add to the collection, most being unsurprisingly feline in design; he's just pleased to be able to contribute in a meaningful way to your happiness, even if the others call it a silly hobby. One day he even leaves you an intricate origami cat that has writing on it — a poem he wrote to you to wish for your happiness before he folded it up in just the perfect way to reflect the key words. It's just another in a sea of quirky little additions, but he finds that's what makes you so special.
"I don't see many men, much less human ones, getting in to such a delicate hobby, but I think it suits you if I might be honest. When I first saw all their paper figures sway and sparkle like the stars in your room, it reminded me of how your own eyes shine when you're overtaken by joy. I want to continue seeing that cute face of yours, Y/N — whether through more of these origami, or through other ventures."
Asmodeus saw you going out to buy little dolls when you started earning Grimm and almost immediately became rather curious what you were doing with them; he hardly was one to judge, but he heard men in the human world hardly ever touched dolls. He'd tail you sometimes to see you were meticulous in which one you picked, sometimes even going out to buy or commission clothes to be made for them — and that's when it hit him. This would be the perfect chance to get you to notice his impeccable fashion tastes through making clothing for your dolls! Though he hadn't quite anticipated you having so many in your room, that too would actually become part of the fun plan he had cooked up.
"Let's plan up a fashion show for them, Y/N!" You were surprised to see Asmodeus carrying a whole box of doll-sized clothes in one arm and a box of human-sized clothes in the other; he brought the wardrobes to your room where he let you pick the dolls and he pieced together the outfits for them following a theme. You both then made an impromptu catwalk to strut your stuff for the miniature audience, with Asmodeus especially enamored with you and the reserved little way you walked. He expressed that it was lots of fun and gave him plenty of fun ideas for outfits, so he'd definitely be an avid supporter of your doll collection where possible and would love to do that more in the future.
"Y/N! Wasn't that just so much fun?! ♥♥♥ Ooooh, I hope those little dolls enjoyed seeing our beautiful selves put on that show for them! I'll make sure to find more for our audience in the future~ And if anyone gives you hassle over trying to buy more, you call me and only me to your side to deal with them okay? ♥♥♥"
Beelzebub … tries to understand. When it comes to collecting anything, he's never really understood why people keep so many things that couldn't even be eaten or enjoyed beyond looking at them. The first time he stumbled in to your room to see tons of Devildom sports cards all proudly on display however, well... shocked was certainly one word to use. He'd only ever purchased those for any of the snack promos that came with them and gave the cards away after that — to see they ended up in your hands was quite interesting to him.
At least it gives him an idea of how to spend some time with you; he sits down with you in your room and helps you catalogue your cards, then looks up on Akuzon the remaining ones you still need that are tied to any food or drink promos. You both end up going a little overboard with it, but the look on your face when you unwrapped that premium foil Fangol card you've been dying for was worth the lectures from Lucifer about flooding the common rooms out with boxes of snacks again.
"Y/N, if there's a day where I end up getting a card made after me, I'll make sure to get it for you before anyone else. And you'll have my signature on it, too. I don't really get the buzz around it personally since you can't eat them, but I like helping you get them. Your smile is the most precious thing to me, maybe even more than cheeseburgers... so I want to see you smile a lot."
Belphegor doesn't understand at all initially, assuming he even noticed at first. It takes him longer to pick up on what you're doing due to the initial hostility, but once he's clued in, this demon gets really confused. Isn't it a lot of effort to go and get a collection together? And for what purpose? When he takes a visit to your room it only generates more questions than answers upon seeing you hoarding a collection of old maps of the Devildom; they were all outdated and wrong anyways, what was the appeal?
Eventually though as the two of you draw closer he starts to see a value in those maps; some may even show places that were omitted from the new maps, some may contain history of buildings once there then removed off the face of the layer they once occupied, some may even have hidden napping spots. When he gets the idea of wanting to take a trip with you and Beel, the idea of the maps clicks and you find he's suddenly buying up or earning some more for you through favors he accrues.
"When you, Beel, and I take that trip we've been dreaming of... I want you to bring copies of these maps with us, okay? That way we can discover things no one else has seen in hundreds of years, maybe even centuries... Then we can lay under the stars together, far, far away from all the commotion. I think it sounds like a fantastic idea... That way me and Beel can spoil our favourite boy without ever having to worry about our brothers catching wind of it. What do you think, Y/N?"
Thank you again anon for sending this in! I hope these were to your liking! 😊💖
[ Diavolo ] ‹‹ Are we ready to receive our new
exchange student? ››
[ Lucifer ] ‹‹ Yes. Everything is prepared for them. ››
[ Diavolo ] ‹‹ Excellent! ››
[ Diavolo ] ‹‹ What do you think they'll be like? ››
[ Lucifer ] ‹‹ What they are like is hardly a concern
of mine. ››
[ Lucifer ] ‹‹ As long as they diligently do their work,
that's what matters. ››
[ Diavolo ] ‹‹ As firm as always! Well... ››
[ Diavolo ] ‹‹ It's about that time. Shall we? ››
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» Sheep Scramble is a story revolving around a named MC, adhering to the plot of the game but through the lens of a specific young man named Xavier and his journey through this whirlwind of a new life. When a human goes from absolutely nothing to his name to suddenly having to survive under the scrutinizing gaze of the most powerful demons in a strange new land, how will his navigation of the most prolific life-changing event affect those around him?
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» New Moonlit Horizons ( Ch.1 ) — ( Here )
Forcefully summoned from the human realm, Xavier comes face to face with Diavolo — a prince of demons, a being of unfathomable power, who bears a request for him.
» I write both SFW/NSFW — which means that minors will not be welcomed on this blog, sorry!
» I will not write F!Reader/MC or fem-aligned GN content — This is because I personally am a transmasc writer, so this is to avoid dysphoria. I apologize to anyone who may have hoped for any fem-aligned content.
» I will write the following themes — Angst (including injuries, light applications of "yandere" tropes (such as some mentions of stalking/harassment/threats of violence)) with adult characters so long as there is a resolution to said tropes, and most kinks between adult characters (with some kinks being omitted, outlined below.) I will write up to a maximum of 7 characters in one post, with all the cast considered except Thirteen, Raphael, and Mephisto (as I’m only on Lesson 35 right now and don’t have a proper feel for them yet) (Luke will never be considered for romantic/sexual requests.)
» I will NOT write the following themes — Excessive gore, heavy dub-con/non-con (including S/A), ANY romantic/NSFW content with Luke or any underaged MCs/characters (or inc*st between the brothers), and content focused on feet, scat, or watersports. I also reserve the right to add anything here in the future, should the need arise.
» I may accept/reject requests despite the above — Ultimately given I'll be the one to write them, I may find some requests interesting enough to bypass my usual rejection filters, or something skirts the line of uncomfortable and I end up rejecting it despite it not clearly violating the above. As much as I want to cater to you all, I have to consider my own mental health in order to get these out for you!
» If you're unsure about a request/guideline point, reach out! — I am always happy to discuss things with you to either see if an idea is okay or to clarify any points outlined here. And if you were unsatisfied with a request, let me know! I'll gladly work with you to see how to amend it; this also goes for anything else I write. I welcome all feedback, as I wont improve as a writer without it!
[ Duty & Decorum ] ‹‹ Barbatos x Reader, short drabble, fluff. You realize that his "cold" behavior may actually be something required of him, and that leads to something quite surprising after you lend him a hand. ››
[ Collector ] ‹‹ M!MC & the Demon Brothers, fluff. You have a habit of collecting things, and they take notice of your hobby in their own ways. ››
[ Dress to Impress ] ‹‹ M!MC & He/They Asmodeus, fluff. You got an invite to a royal ball, and decided Asmo was your +1. Naturally, he just had to get you ready the right way. ››
[ Like Cats and Dogs ] ‹‹ M!MC & Lucifer and Satan, brief mentions of Mammon and Leviathan. You’re watching Satan and Lucifer verbally duke it out over date plans you frankly just... don’t remember ever making! ››
[ First Impressions ] ‹‹ Transmasc M!MC & the Demon Brothers, suggestive, fluff. They're hot and bothered and ready to give you a hell of a first time, but you're worried how they may think about your body mid-transition. ››
[ Jealousy ] ‹‹ Diavolo x M!Reader, possessiveness, fluff. You always figured Diavolo was needy and jealous, but one day it comes to a head when you return from a trip away with the brothers. ››
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