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obeymeluv · 7 months

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Quick! Kiss Me! [Part 4: Leviathan]

I'm back. Let me know if the story is cohesive. It tried to copy itself more than once. I just killed the post and redid it. It was weird.

Note: I’ve taken some liberties with whether or not the boys have a “true” demon form. I personally believe that the in-game form we see is the one that’s easiest for humans to see/reason with/tolerate. I don’t think that’s their real demon form. I believe their true forms would be more monstrous and maybe have more traits in common with their symbolic animal. Another personal headcanon: Levi’s giant-ass aquarium isn’t confined to the back wall of his room. I think it can actually span at least two sides of the house and they just panel over it because he doesn’t want to be seen when he swims. So between layers of dry wall and such, there’s his aquarium. It’s like his secret little tunnel around the house that has several exits but he prefers the one in his room (which is why he made that room HIS room when they first moved into the House of Lamentation).

Side note: for my personal use, I headcanon the library as Lucifer’s study. He just kind of has this…pocket dimension made for himself in there. The brothers can find it if he allows it. Sometimes he’ll throw magic around it to disguise it. You have to go through the library to get to it. Anyways, onto the story. This one may not be as long as the others. We’ll see where it goes

Leviathan:

You’d made several laps around the House of Lamentation. The dizzying, bubbly feeling had yet to return. It was like a tease, lasting for a pulse or two in certain rooms and then fleeing as quick as it came. Everything else was a dull buzz, cold bubbles in your chest. After your last lap you stopped in the kitchen for a drink of water—soon after remembering you couldn’t currently open your mouth—and locked eyes with Beel. A displeased fizzle shot through you; your mouth suddenly dry for another reason.

That was an unexpected sign but it was a reaction. Maybe you just needed to go look at the other brothers to figure out who DIDN’T give you that feeling?! Beel’s purple eyes flicked over your locked lips; he smothered a hum with a bite of pastry. He seemed to sense he wasn’t the one for you. “Lucifer’s in his study if you want to try him next.”

The tip was appreciated but the walk was not. Each step towards the eldest’s study sent a wave of stomach-churning nausea through you. It was like the ultimate gut feeling of ‘turn back!’, your stomach so sour it felt like it was curling in on itself. Unable to stand the tartness prickling on your tongue or the sweat beading on your brow, you bolted away from the shimmering door and past rows of books to find reprieve down the hall. Not Lucifer, you thought to yourself, doubled over with your hands on your knees as if that would help all the acid yuck drain away from your chest and mouth, not Lucifer.

Something cold touched the back of your neck and you snapped up, wincing at a pinch going through your lower back. The yelp failed to break past your lips, your brain switched gears to help you exhale the nervous energy through your nose as Satan registered in your periphery. His brow creased apologetically, squishing a damp cloth against the back of your neck gingerly. “You seemed ill. I was trying to help.” he dabbed at your neck and traced the curve of your cheek with the cloth, green eyes watching the flush fade from your neck.

You must’ve run right by him in the library and not even realized it.

The cloth was a simple, well-meaning gesture between friends, you both knew that. You got the feeling he’d been reading his romance books again, maybe questioning how a small moment like this could be what lovers immortalized and built a life on. How did clichés like this become addictive classics? You felt pondered and marveled but not revered, a bit like how Jane first looks at the sketch of Tarzan at the camp. “Your love lies elsewhere, I think.” Satan murmured, perhaps to both you and himself, as he deemed you healthy enough to go to the second floor and find whoever was meant to undo the cosmetic chaos.

The squeak of the last step died in your ear as a white-hot knowing consumed you. It silenced everything else around you, throwing you into a tunnel that ended at Leviathan’s door. You’d almost felt like you’d teleported, not totally sure how you knew to go to his door instead of the others. No bubbles, no acid—his doorknob felt strangely cool and comforting in your hand.

Your nerves settled.

The door opened into a room washed in blues; the air was a little cooler here but not damp. If not for the bioluminescent life in his large aquarium, the room would be pitch black. There was no Levi, no anime running, no controllers clicking….nothing. Large swaths of kelp danced at the edges of the tank, framing the open water quite beautifully. A tiny bottom-feeder fish sucked at the base of seaweed clusters, scaring a Cerith snail back into their shell when it nudged a rock in its direction.

You forgot how much of a labor of love this aquarium was. Levi put a lot of time into it between the physical cleaning and the species research. Placing your palms on the glass wasn’t enough to sate the desire to just…sink through it and bob in the water. Maybe it could wash off the makeup? A trio of Devildom teacup jellies twinkled as if to invite you in.

A longing drummed painfully in your chest, just shy of feeling like an open wound. It was like a tender crack in your very being. Levi’s mark glowed on your body, casting a dim yellow light against the glass. Something large and dark cut through the expanse, stirring up a layer of dirt and whipping the smaller creatures around in their own little maelstrom. Pebbles clinked against the glass as the creature folded itself around to press against the glass.

Levi?! You’d be lying if you said your legs didn’t turn to jelly as the sediment haze cleared to reveal a towering serpentine creature with Levi’s face. His tail was long and smooth, glistening onyx scales tapering into a barbed point hemmed by fluttering webbing on either side. The scales at his hips were drop-like and had more color variation; shades of gray decorated him and crept up to his navel. Something quill-like jutted out from his hips; they flexed in the water and you wondered if they acted like sensors. They looked awfully sharp

His chest was largely unchanged, still pale and lean. It was both a small comfort and a large contrast to how mottled and dark his arms were. The diamond pattern on the left side of his neck wound down his arm, obscuring where hand met claw. Those were most definitely claws now; they couldn’t even pass for fingers. Leviathan’s right arm wasn’t as dominated by the diamond pattern but the hands matched.

Levi’s shoulders were capped in scales almost like a defense mechanism. His face was the same, save for his eyes and little markings under them that reminded you of his branching coral horns. Diamond pupils dilated as he sank down to see you face-to-face, pushing the haunting gold of his iris to near nothingness. Can you see me? You’re not saying anything back.

I see you, Levi finally answered, his voice surprisingly measured and serene despite his…feral-looking appearance. His lips puckered almost bashfully as he turned his face away slightly, pupil shrinking back to a normal slit as he bobbed in front of you. He eyed you intently, like a predator does its prey. A large fang slipped past the pucker of his lips, but just for a second. You almost thought you’d dreamt it.

Why do you need me? his tail flailed almost impatiently, maybe angrily. You lookin’ for one of those normies? He buried his claws in the bottom of the aquarium, scratching through the rocks and fighting off envious urges to strangle that he’d never really go through with. The quills at his hips flared and went rigid. Levi swung his torso back carefully, withdrawing spines from the nearby kelp and assessing the plant delicately.

Acid began to build up in your chest and you wondered if this is what his envy felt like manifested.

No, you answered quietly, I’m looking for you.

Your lips are still sealed shut?! Levi could’ve knot his tail in disbelief, appendage coiling and uncoiling wildly at the prospect of you still being unclaimed. He hated this form of his—his true form—it left him with enough consciousness to know he was more devil than human, more instinct than logic.

More selfish than he cared to admit, too.

You kissed the tank to prove your point, feeling like your words would be lost on him. When Levi was in one of his moods—which he was—words did little to sway him. He needed actions when he was that far gone. Leviathan surged forward with great interest, gills at his neck fluttering and quills quivering as he looked at the glossy print. Will you kiss me, Leviathan?

Kiss you? Leviathan pursed his lips to suffocate his eager words, I would do more than kiss you. I would give you the sunrise, all of the sea’s riches, and my soul, itself, if you let me. The gross normie within him was simply bursting at the seams to give you the most epic romantic monologue guaranteed to boost your companion level at least ten points. Yeah, maybe some of that was ripped off from different animes but you would never know. Only his most favorite parts for you.

He pushed himself towards the top of the tank, tail boosting him up with little effort. A clawed hand breached the water, sending some kind of plug-like panel tumbling off to the side to land somewhere in his room. “You’ll need the chair,” Levi’s voice was whispery and melodious; you felt drawn in and almost mindless as you jammed the chair against the tank and stood up carefully. One arm on the rim of the tank, Levi held his breath and resisted the urge to snatch you up before his gills protested the lack of water.

His claws cut through the material of your shirt whether he wanted them to or not, Levi cringing at the sound of threads snapping. Your skin felt warm against the scales on his hands; his tongue flicked out from between his fangs. You were none the wiser, of course, facing away from him and now hanging obediently on the edge of the tank as he left to grab an herb that could help you breathe underwater. You went to bite the herb as he presented it to you but Levi hissed reflexively, a sound of warning as his fork tongue seemed to point at you in admonishment.

The herb was wrapped around your neck like a scarf. You winced and yelped as something jabbed into your neck. Satisfied, Levi took your hand as gently as possible and began to swim down. Your struggle was mindless and instinctual; Levi would be lying if he said it didn’t rouse something primal in him. Undeterred, he swam down into a patch of kelp, tail coiling around you and drawing you further into his chest.

You panicked and pushed against his chest and…breathed? The pressure of the water didn’t exist; your chest wasn’t burning for air. Those plant spines help you breathe under water. They’re like shunts for airflow. If you take them out, you won’t be able to breathe. Levi’s hands ghosted down your arms, claws hooking in a piece of your hair. He flinched, too scared to untangle himself.

I’d rather you help me breathe, you smiled brightly at him. Playfully.

He gurgled embarrassingly, his gills tensing open before resuming their fluttering. His cheeks tinged with color. You thought he’d throw you away in his embarrassment but his tail operated on truer feelings because he drew you closer. Leviathan’s kiss was shy but unmoving. You felt your mouth open up and it was the best breath you’d ever taken (even if you were under water).

A small current stirred the water around you, barely masking the sound of bones crackling. You watched the scales disappear under Leviathan’s skin, his normal tone returning as his tail shortened and split back into two human legs. Fins fell off, webbing retreating back into normal skin as the claws splintered away into human-ish nails. Veins tensed in his neck as his teeth resumed their normal form and his gills flattened back into regular skin. “There,” Leviathan hmph’ed, “Happy now?”

He tried to make it seem like a big chore but his cheeks were pinker than yours and his tail was wagging excitedly.

“Very.” You grinned. Now that you could breathe normally you felt a bit cold. The plant scarf may help you breathe in water but it didn’t make the saltwater sting any less or keep you warm. “Want to get out and dry off?”

You wouldn’t mind getting something to eat, either. It was a reflex to grab the lip of the aquarium and try to climb out Outside was waiting and you’d be warm, dry, and get food!

“Wait!” Leviathan fumbled as he wrapped his arms around you and yanked you back in. “You’ll suffocate!” he protested. If the weight of the scarf didn’t make things difficult, the lack of air would. He pressed you against a corner of the aquarium, nudging your arm over the lip as he kept the two of you afloat with his tail. You bobbed against each other, his hair dripping water into your eyes as he worked carefully to unwind the scarf.

The kelp scarf acted as a filter and was separate from the spines, you found out. Leviathan murmured the number of spines, turning your chin this way and that to look at them, careful not to bump them with his knuckles. He pinched your cheeks gently, anything he could think of to distract you from the bite of plucked spines. The two of you laughed between pinches of pain. It was cute in its own way.

“Hey! It’s just supposed to be a kiss! And none of those look like they’re on the lip! Look at you, dirty, dirty Levi!” Asmo laughed brightly from the doorway.

“It’s not--! They’re not--! Some normie like you isn’t gonna make fun of me like that!” Leviathan’s face grew redder and redder as he realized the spines left little red blossoms across your neck. Someone like Asmo WOULD mistake them for hickies! He hissed, launching himself out of the water with his tail. Asmo yelped as Leviathan snaked across his bedroom, slippery and ferocious. It reminded you that you were living in a house of people pretending to be human.

The pair collided and all you heard was:

“Don’t you spit poison at me! You didn’t know you had it until I showed you!”

“Keep talking and I’ll squeeze you.”

“You think that’ll do anything? I get choked on a regular—“

“UGH! STOP! WHY DO PEOPLE THINK OTAKUS ARE GROSS AND DIRTY? YOU’RE WORSE!”

“Yeah, but I’m cute—AHH! RUDE!”

“Did you just throw Asmo out of your room?” You leaned out of the tank, trying to plan your fall into the chair. Leviathan’s tail was still thrashing wildly, coiling and uncoiling.

“He deserved it!” Leviathan hissed, words cut by large, glinting fangs. He threw his back into the door, flicking the lock in place as Asmo kicked and yelled on the other side. Leviathan willed himself to ignore the noise in the hall and beyond, heart slamming in his chest and his ears as he looked at how small, pitiful, and wet you looked.

Humans need to stay warm, the thought kicked him into motion. He scrounged up dry clothes and tucked himself bashfully in the corner as you changed. “You want to watch some anime? Or a movie?” Leviathan thumbed the sticks on his controller as he slid into his bathtub bed. Only his hair was wet; you figured his serpentine skin just soaked up the excess water.

“Sure,” you’d just figured out how to get into the tub without pulling a muscle or falling in when Lucifer blew through the door like Leviathan never locked it. It startled you into the tub and you collapsed on top of him with a little apology.

“You know what you did,” Lucifer looked very menacing, staring down at the two of you. His feathers were bristled. He balanced a plastic cup on the rim of the tub. “If you don’t do it, I will.”

Leviathan started to protest out of reflex and Lucifer took the opportunity to grab the third-eldest by his purple hair and make him bite down on the cup. You watched in confused awe as Leviathan’s fangs hooked the cup and began to drip a strange liquid. He tried to wrestle his mouth off the cup but Lucifer kept his grip and pushed the cup into some sort of gland. “Demons with serpentine lineage must submit poison samples when an incident occurs to keep their strain on file. You know this, Levi.”

Seems Leviathan had a history of spitting poison at people? Interesting.

Lucifer released him with a click of the tongue, satisfied. He pulled a wrapped popsicle out of his pocket and held it out to his younger brother like an olive branch. Leviathan took it with a scowl, squeezing it from the bottom so it popped out into his mouth. “No kissing for at least an hour,” Lucifer looked at the two of you sternly, “he needs time to neutralize his own poison.”

Was that what the popsicle was for, to dilute his own poison? Or maybe getting poison fangs hurt demons since they retract? Hell, Lucifer probably hurt his mouth with the cup. You both stayed quiet as he left, glad he shut the door behind him. Leviathan used the popsicle as a reason to stay quiet, turning on a random anime instead.

You leaned against his chest as the exhaustion of walking and swimming took over you. Your consciousness started to fade against the sound of a purr rumbling in Leviathan’s chest, just vaguely aware of his tail weaving itself around your leg. “Best ending unlocked,” Leviathan whispered excitedly to himself, panicking soon after as he tried to make sure the popsicle didn’t get in your hair.

#leviathan x reader #obey me!#obey me! x reader #Obey me: shall we date #obey me! swd #obey me shall we date #obey me

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obeymeluv · 7 months

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OMG!! Are you actually back?? I've missed your stories and headcanons so much!!

I am very much trying to come back. Been a bit sick as of late. Trying to get a handle on the depression. Have blood work scheduled soon and trying to get back to a healthier self. It has been a rough year for me.

I don't remember quite where I left off on Obey Me! (Imagine I still have a bit to slog through), but it won't stop me from writing the characters. You guys will just have to be a bit generous with me, I suppose 😁. I imagine I'd get farther in Nightbringer. Perhaps I'll do a rotation of the two. Have to be careful splitting my energy into things these days.

It is my plan to come back but I will, as always, be limited by my days off. They're about to get really sporadic, unfortunately. I'm hoping for the best.

Everything I can think of has turned rather long so sadly I just can't throw something up. I've also dedicated quite a bit of time to thinking of how to describe/write up a truer demon form for the boys (Lucifer as a crow/harpy, Beel and Belphie as centaurs, perhaps, and Leviathan as a naga) so there's that.

I keep having to do research and you go down odd rabbit holes when that happens 🤔

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obeymeluv · 7 months

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Hey Pookie Bookie, So I'm starting to write smut (I don't think I'm that good at it yet) I was wondering if you have and general tips about how to go about it and make it more detailed. anything would help.

Hello my friend. Thank you for messaging me. I'm not sure when this was sent but I remember seeing it and had to sit on it a while to get my thoughts together. General lack of energy/depression doesn't help the process, so apologies there.

General tips I have:

1) Find the "you" in your words. For me, my writing style has always been wordy and flowery and I've personally always admired the people who could paint that raw picture in fewer words. I don't feel very modern and it's a bit disappointing.

Writing smut doesn't necessarily have to be long to be detailed. The beautiful thing about words is how they all make an impact and there are a million combinations.

Smut doesn't always have to be 'flowery'. Smut can be raw, short, quick, desperate, and satisfying too.

2) Figure out if you want your work to be "OOC" for a character or HOW YOU would interpret that character (if you're focusing on specific characters. Personally I think this could apply to any and all you write for)

Example: ages ago I wrote what many people considered to be "OOC" stuff for Gaara from Naruto ('Perverted Moments' series and a song based AU thing I never finished come to mind). Got bashed on it left, right, and center on the daily but for as many people that hated it, there were at least 3 or 4 per that liked the iteration.

I find people who want to write smut (or anything) are often subconsciously limited by the canon and that it's cut and dry. You can still honor the source material and breathe your own life into it. Don't let the fears of "would so-and-so say this/act this way?' stifle your words. The right people will find your stuff and enjoy it. What is important is that you enjoy it.

For me personally, I give the boys animalistic/thoughtless behaviors at times because that's my interpretation of demons. They're on the fringe of human at the best of times so I have liberties there. I'll research a little into animal behaviors and sprinkle that into my version of Mammon or Beel or whoever.

3) Consider the tone of your smut

Like there are many ways to make love, there are also many ways to write that love. I'd start practicing snippets of different situations/emotions--pining unfolding into that confession both have wanted for so long, Person A just finally exploding into a confession and it turns out Person B was just waiting for a sign and needs to go to the eye doctor because it was fuckin' NEON babe!---and see what you like.

Think about what emotion you want to focus on. Soft love, like residual warmth in cotton spring-scented sheets as the sun tries to rouse two tangled lovers? Or wanton, shameless lust where you let loose and pretend like there are no consequences, like you're THAT PERSON for one night only to find, yes, there are consequences and you now have a smitten demon king in your bed complaining about a hangover, big black wings that hang past the mattress, and a twisting sense of dread in your stomach as he BEGS you to say you're now betrothed or his butler will simply KILL him (and maybe you? Is that legal for a butler? WHY IS HE SO SCARED? HE'S A KING?!)

4) Consider your 'scene'

I think it's best to go from big to small when planning/writing. Decide where the smut will occur and that may help with the words you use. It may seem clinical but I've always been an idea/outline person so this helps me.

Example: say you and Satan want to get randy in the library. Two possible choices for smut here: 1) quiet, muffled fun times where you MUSTN'T be loud so words like 'whimper' would work and scene building may include Satan covering your mouth or putting his fingers in it OR 2) You get loud and because Satan is feral and desperate and he just wants to see if you two can finish before getting thrown out. It won't matter if you are because the scratch marks and scent leave a legacy all their own.

That's all I can really think of for your question honestly. You never know what will inspire you. I think the little couple memes with 'Person A' and 'Person B' are cute. Sometimes I go on Incognito and look at Kama Sutra positions when I'm trying to figure out where a leg will go and if it can bend that way for a human 🤷🏻‍♀️

Hope this helps!

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obeymeluv · 11 months

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!! Congrats !!

I would like to take this time to thank everyone who sent me a note similar to this. I'm just now getting through the inbox/dusting off the tumblr and this is very heartwarming to see considering everything I've gone through up until now. Thank you all very much :)

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obeymeluv · 11 months

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May I request male reader asking beel if they can give him a blowjob?

I would be sad if I disappointed you in my attempt to do this, so regrettably I will have to decline. Practically all of my writing experience comes from writing for female characters/readers as that's what I grew up reading and what I can draw from since I, myself, am female.

I hope you can find someone to fulfill this for you in the way you want. I don't think I could do it justice and don't really have any kind of background in writing for male/male pairings.

Best wishes to you, friend :)

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obeymeluv · 11 months

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heyy i’m just here to say that i’ve loved for content for SO SO long now and i just really hope you’re doing well! i know you said your busy but i was wondering if you’ve checked out the new nightbringer game?

obey me finally has a new surge of popularity again and i was wondering what your thoughts on it are?

Hello there my friend! I appreciate all the love and support. I plan to slip back into Obey Me! soon but haven't done it yet. I still have my current run on my phone--just dealing with some things at work and haven't carved out time to be consistent.

I actually got into Nightbringer fairly quick/early because it looked easier to sink into compared to the grinding/upkeep of Obey Me! I don't remember what level I'm on but I'm certainly enjoying how colorful it is and the songs just keep beating me over the head! In a good way though.

Definitely have my favorite songs, haha. The storyline itself is interesting and seems to be a reverse of the original in some ways. I like that we're getting to see the boys when they were "younger" demons and I have always wondered what a more "carnal" version of them would include. I want to see them struggle and come to terms with the birth of their demon selves and I'm eating good.

Overall opinion: I think it's colorful and intriguing. I like that they tied MC in believably and that Solomon is hanging around, but there are times when I feel that they're beating us over the head too much with inclusions meant to cement the MC into the boys' life and into the Devildom. Like...overly so. Sometimes painfully so. So far I've noticed the biggest change between Nightbringer Satan and Obey Me! Satan. I expected this, given the timeline, but I like to see character development this way. And I like how it explains some of the boys' history (like how they became Avatars, etc.)

Good stuff. Need to start playing it again. At one point I was rotating between Twisted Wonderland and Nightbringer. Everything's such a mess at work that I don't really have time for either one, sadly.

#nightbringer obey me #om! nightbringer

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obeymeluv · 1 year

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Hey! How've you been, busy?

Yes my friend I have been quite busy. Thank you for checking in! So a lot has happened since my last post and I've just been trying to survive the craziness long enough to get back into writing.

I finished my other exam, passed it, got state certified and still work at the lab I interned at. The lab itself has been repeatedly battered by waves of COVID and the normal influx of issues that come with the holidays/end-of-year testing.

In addition to this, my parents were mildly sick (better now) and needed more attention. Shortly after my birthday in 2022 I discovered the cause of my debilitating headaches: an osteoma on the parietal region of my skull. This will not kill me but I am now on the hunt for a neurologist in my network. Just had to wait for the insurance to pay for my CT scan (or see how much I would be on the hook for) before I could continue.

At the current, I only get the weekends off and there is much to do. I work night shift and have a terrible tendency to sleep during the day and only end up with about an hour to myself before I go to work. This leads to things piling up for the weekend. I reserve a few hours on one of those days to treat my nieces and nephews to lunch before tidying things up around the house.

This leaves me with about a day and a half. I hope to get back to writing very soon. I'll admit I did get lead astray from Obey Me! by Twisted Wonderland (and Genshin Impact to a smaller degree --- finally got my hands on a PS5, by wonder) but I'm having fun revisiting it and getting familiar with the characters again.

Thanks for checking in! Hope everyone is well :)

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obeymeluv · 2 years

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I passed my board certification yesterday. I've been studying for months. I'm so happy and so exhausted at the same time, haha

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obeymeluv · 2 years

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Thirst (NSFW) - Lucifer

NSFW!

Written with a female reader/female-identifying in mind because I couldn’t think of a way to make all of these gender neutral. Assume Asmo is playing cupid in everyone else’s part but his own. When it comes to his part, he’s playing for keeps.

Was going to do multiple bros in this but it got long, so have Lucifer for now. Others will come later at some point.

//// Asmo gets a sample bottle of ‘Deviously Delicious’ from one of his friend’s start-up wineries and it leads to confessions and a thirst bigger than one bottle. ///

Lucifer was exhausted--as per usual--but mustered enough energy to glare at the clear bottle in front of him. Asmodeus’ pink nails clinked against it as he swished the liquid around, creating a glittery vortex. “For you, my beloved Lucifer.” Asmodeus rocked the bottle by the cork until Lucifer took it, wary of the dry-sweet smell wafting up. That would be an absolute nightmare to get off of his desk if it spilled! ‘What did you do?’ and ‘What are you trying to get out of?’ were fighting for place on his tongue.

Asmodeus seemed to sense this and simply said, “Nothing, thank you! It’s a gift to help you unwind! I know some succubi who make spell-infused wines and they sent me samples.”

“Oh?” Lucifer leaned his face against his fist. The suspicious arch of his brow softened into tired curiosity as he spun the bottle around to find the black and gold ‘Deviously Delicious’ label. “What does this one do?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” Asmo winked at him as he practically skipped to the hardwood door. He was almost past the frame when the heel of a boot slid back into view with his upper half, “There’s enough for two shots--you and a certain human someone.”

Against his better judgment, Lucifer decided to indulge. He rifled delicately through his collection of glasses until he found two he liked. Lucifer had just finished tidying away his paperwork and arranging said glasses when you walked in. The eldest quickly turned his back on you and pretended to struggle with the cork remains lest you see his blushing cheeks.

He chalked it up to being more susceptible to humans now that he was a demon, but he knew that wasn’t true. It was just you--your voice, your hair, the way you smiled...everything. And there you were, right behind him, making a sly comment about his faux struggle with a cork only you could get away with. Lucifer wedged his thumb under the cork and popped it shortly after, absently brushing back some escapist hairs as he waited out the small bout of pink, fruit-scented smoke. His near-obsessive concentration on making sure the glasses were equally filled broke when you teased one away to lay your head down as if he were pouring into your mouth.

How much did you swallow?! Lucifer straightened the bottle, coughing into his free hand. He wasn’t loud enough to drown out your giggles but he could hope. You would surely be the death of him! You sat up, perching carefully on his desk as he resumed pouring (not that there was much left).

With the little bottle empty, he dropped it in the trashcan by his foot before sliding a glass in your direction. You took it, the two of you lapsing into a casual, almost mindless conversation about whatever came to mind. The most you’d gotten out of Lucifer was an agreement on the wine--it was dry, a bit sweet, and tasted like passionfruit, pear, flowers, and ginger. Everything else was as it always was with the first-born: surface level because he was afraid to be vulnerable.

It aggravated you because there were moments when the real Lucifer would peek through the cracks in his own façade. The real Lucifer was vulnerable, honest, quick-witted and a bit of a selfish brat in the best kind of way. You swore you could see the real Lucifer starting to emerge, staring at you with glittering red eyes as he nursed the so-far not devious wine.

Maybe the spell was something cute, like making people more honest? Something warm that made your head buzz and feel closer to the person you drank it with? That was pretty lame for a succubus brew but your lament was cut short when Lucifer asked if there was anything lacking in your stay in the Devildom so far.

“An orgasm.” you joked, nearly inhaling and choking on the last of your wine as you realized what you said. He’d just barely managed to swallow his mouthful as he smiled against the rim of his glass.

“Is that so?” the shimmering wine glossed his lips and drew attention to the slight peek of fang at the right corner. “Interested in anyone in particular?” he was the Avatar of Pride but he was no fool; Lucifer asked that because he knew what the answer was. He knew he was what you wanted by the way you tried to press your thighs together but then thought better of it and went for a casual stretch. The redness in your cheeks and how you suddenly looked at anything BUT him was a big help, too.

Asking this question would prove his theory, of course. The wine was spell-infused, but subtle. He couldn’t taste the potion under the spiced notes until now. This particular brew was laced with truth serum. Lucifer was purring to himself at the idea of catching you in such a trap where you were forced to declare your desire for him in all your gorgeous embarrassment; he pretended to roll his glass and search for dredges of a drink as you tried your best not to answer him.

Before he could beckon you with those vermillion bedroom eyes you’d set your glass down and crossed the distance in a determined huff. You plopped yourself down on his slightly-relaxed lap and Lucifer instinctively tightened his legs to hold you and keep you from his wanting length (lest you get the upper hand). “You, you dick!” you grumbled, fumbling under his collar to undo his tie. You were two buttons down when the realization clicked in your head and Lucifer exhaled almost sadly as your fingers came to rest between the lines of his pecs. “Do you...do you want me like this?” you brushed your palm over his chest and dipped down slightly, dragging your fingertips back up until your hand wrapped around his neck to make him look you in the eye.

“In many ways,” Lucifer knew he was about to out himself and the many fantasies that kept him late in this very study. He gripped your thighs firmly, all but melting as he felt your pulse hammer against his thumb when he put himself snuggly between your thighs and began to lay you back. You didn’t miss the way his slacks rubbed against you as he kissed up your stomach. One hand smoothed up your thigh and searched blindly for anything he could remove or loosen as his kisses found their way under your bra and turned suckling. He mouthed at your breast, tongue teasing your nipple stiff and bringing it back into his mouth to suckle until he saw fit to release it.

That was apparently only when he needed to breathe.

Your head was cloudy and just starting to clear when he released your lavished breast to kiss his way towards the other one. “I’ve spent many a night wanting you to gloss my desk and make me give a damn about all this paperwork,” he spoke against your sternum as he caught his breath. You wrapped your leg around him, obeying the squeeze of the hand that never left you. His free hand dropped to find your clit; Lucifer found it quickly but only spared you two brief circles before abandoning it in favor of learning your shape and coaxing more slick from you. “And I’ve thought about you sitting pretty on my cock, waiting patiently for me to be done so I could reward my good girl for her behavior.” he quit playing with your folds to undo his slacks, rutting and rubbing against you as he spoke.

Only his boxers remained. You could appreciate the thin silk, the way it betrayed the girth and heat of what lie underneath. Lucifer growled at you--chastised you?--as you tried to push them down with the leg wrapped around him. His kisses turned pointy and sloppy as he ravaged your neck and jaw. “But my favorite thought,” he panted into your cheek, “is the one where we outlast my fireplace and need each other to stay warm.” he took your lips in a strong, desperate kiss that he would always deny but never forsake.

He kissed your lips until they tingled, until you were sure the wine came alive in both of you again. At some point Lucifer had removed his gloves and your body shivered under the touch of his surprisingly soft hands. Calloused in some places, like the way he held his pen, but mostly soft and reverent. His thumb was calloused, you discovered as he tortured your clit with it. His thumb was a distraction for slender fingers eager to find and push on that spongy spot inside of you like you so loved to push his fucking buttons.

He may not always like it when you push his buttons, much to the delight of Satan, Asmo, and Mammon, but you liked it when he pushed yours. One orgasm to be polite, another just to confirm. The sweet scent of you mixed with the heat of your human body and the ginger of the wine was causing his magic to slip; he could hear the horns crackling as they grew from his hair. His wings provided some blissful relief to the gnawing heat in both of you; that heat roared to a full-blown inferno when he sank into you.

From that point on you were aflame. It was otherworldly--you were burning inside but your nerves were sparking. You felt lightheaded but so aware of how he surrounded you and shielded you with his wings. For a moment you thought you were floating, like that cliche, but it was just a moment of lucidity where he’d flipped you over to lay belly-down on his desk. Pens rattled in their holder as he hooked an arm around you to cushion the blow of your hips against the wood, fingers searching for your clit since you could do nothing but try to grip the desk.

You thought you were done when he slumped back in his chair, dragging your body with him. You didn’t miss the way he cradled your jaw to look up at him as he slid back into your folds. A comforting, quiet surprise of feeling made for each other set in as his kisses turned kittenish and his hands moved to cup and caress. These soft touches were ones of appreciation and concern, of contentment and unspoken promises of devotion. He hissed when you tried to ‘keep him warm’ by thumbing his balls and cupping them in your hand; thoughts of one-upping him and having him mewling underneath you came undone quicker than the bruises forming on your hips as he ruined his chair.

At some point the two of you ended up by his beloved fireplace, too tired for your mind games and sly seductions. You learned that high-level demons could use silent magic as he spit a small flame from his mouth to light the logs. His wings stretched out towards the burgeoning flames as you rolled into him, forehead pressed against the warmth lingering in his throat. Shiny black wings wrapped around you, adding another layer of warmth to your body and pushing you into him. Lucifer cupped your head in his hand, chin on your forehead, as his other one wrapped loosely around your waist.

“I love you, Lucifer.” you bumped him with your forehead.

“I love you, human.” Lucifer mumbled above you.

Neither of you went to RAD the next day because despite the wine being a sample, it was still capable of giving you a hangover. Even if you were able to power through it mentally, your body was an entirely different kind of tired. You may have woken up in Lucifer’s bed but you felt as rough as you looked--deliciously mauled with prints that could only match the eldest’s teeth. Asmo came to check on you, knowing what he’d done, and wasn’t shy in mentioning that the effects were only supposed to last an hour and you kept him up for at least three! He agreed to do damage control with Diavolo in exchange for a little extra shopping money and a review on the wine, tossing you your D.D.D and standing impatiently with his hands on his hips to make sure you wrote it.

“Five stars.” you husked, ignoring Lucifer’s squawking and panic and threats not to mention him in your review. You simply shoved his face away until he fell on his back, slid yourself halfway across his chest, and sent the review before rolling over to comfort him with languid kisses.

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Jealous Demon Headcanons [General] (Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie)

Not gonna lie, almost didn’t do Satan and Asmo because Satan looks like he’s represented by a unicorn (which is mythical and has no real behavioral patterns to look at) and there are not a lot of behavioral studies done on scorpions (Asmo). And I get that Beel’s animal is a fly for gluttony and he was misrepresented as “Lord of the Flies” instead of “Lord of the Flyers”, but i think he’s much better suited to a bull. He’s a bull and Belphie can be a sleepy cow.

Anyways, have this. These four were hard.

Satan (regrettably, his heritage is largely unknown)

The fourth-eldest does seem to share characteristics with that of the first born, almost to an uncanny degree, but don’t say that. Ever.

Satan sits under the banner of a...unicorn...and the creature is known to some for stabbing criminals and liars. We’ve heard the fourth-born can be quite “stabby” when agitated so perhaps the correlation isn’t wrong

Unicorns were well known for only being quelled by virginal women, so perhaps this indicates his keenness and how well he judges character

Satan as a demon does not fit into one particular demon class but is a rare case of taking after his familiars. He associates with cats of various sizes and is known for mimicking them though hardly any physical proof exists to confirm it

His tail certainly doesn’t resemble that of a unicorn or cat but it is alleged that the appendage has tiny barbs and hooks on it. Some think it can excrete a poison but it has never been used in this fashion. It is whip-like, corded, and very hard to shake once it’s lodged into you. Some say his older brother Leviathan taught him serpentine ‘kill/squeeze’ tactics with it.

Allegedly, the fourth-born is prone to startle. He is easily absorbed into books or whatever catches his fancy and does not have good hunting instincts/awareness. Some say he yeowls like a cat in his startle.

As the Avatar of Wrath, Satan makes great efforts to mind his temper because losing it greatly enhances his demon qualities and makes him more prone to feral behavior. Losing control of his nails or having them turn into claws is a sign of his building frustration. This is reversible but only through hard work on his part (and absolute trust of whoever is attempting to calm him down).

Elongation of his teeth, especially frontal fangs, is another sign to back off.

Once Satan switches to skittering (he seems to have adapted a four-legged hunting style. Perhaps due to his familiars?), beware. You are officially prey and he is about to hunt.

Satan likes to stalk anyone he wishes to keep an eye on by staying in the shadows, making himself as scarce as possible, and being in high places that allows him a bird’s eye view. It’s like detective work, an investigation, except he’s not solving a murder. He’s probably planning one.

If he opts for direct confrontation instead of lying in wait somewhere high, expect him to be bowed up and looking as large as possible. If his target flees, he will eventually simmer down on his own. He’ll just swish his tail angrily and vocalize in little growls until his senses come back to him.

He’s a dirty fighter. Because he’s so prone to feral mode, Satan doesn’t think to use his magic or his wits. Much like his youngest brother, he’s all teeth and claws and whatever he can reach

In more...intelligent...bouts of jealousy Satan is as terrifying as Lucifer. He’s very adept at curses and has fairly strong defensive magic. He’s not the best with poisons but he knows enough to make an inconvenience and get the point across.

Satan would much rather fight without getting his hands dirty. He likes to crush the competition on multiple levels--grades, socially, etc. When jealous, the fourth-born will not hesitate to challenge or correct someone with information he’d read in one of his many books.

He’s a bit cheeky and prone to pranks so expect him to magic the target’s chair away (just a hair) or replace their textbook with a biting book as they settle into class. He’ll do it with a hard, furious stare that looks hot and cold at the same time

Will also try to throw the target to the wolves when it comes to answering class questions. Puts them on the spot. He definitely overheard them talking about this subject and they seemed like an expert so he’s sure they could answer the question.

The petty type. He’ll swing his satchel/bag wide and knock things off their desk ‘without meaning to’ and ‘accidentally’ kick it away as he turns around to survey the damage see what happened

Overall: he’s not bad if they don’t push his buttons. He’s actually just very petty and usually more bark than bite. The right person can settle him easily.

Asmodeus (Incubus class?)

This is yet another demon who could not be accurately classified. Asmodeus shares a lot of traits with the incubus/succubus class but doesn’t display any animal habits to elaborate one

As with most demons, he has a wicked set of teeth that he’ll sharpen and file down at random through the year depending on what is trendy. He’s not one to bite his targets, though.

Interestingly, like his elder brother Leviathan, he does seem to occasionally produce poisons but they are not of the snake family. He never submits any samples for analysis so their effect (if any) is unknown

Being closely related with incubus/succubi, it is suspected that his poison is more of a...liquid pheromone-type substance that could impact moods. This has not been confirmed.

Like his older brother Satan, Asmo attacks with words and does not prefer physical altercation. He values his nails too much to use them. Asmo wears several rings and small accessories that have built in blades and little things to cut/jab anyone he deems a threat or nuisance.

He will break a target down emotionally, slowly isolating them from classmates in the process. Asmo’s gifted with words in the worst ways when it counts.

When he’s focused on something, he will not relent until he gets the result he wants and it’s done to his standard.

Asmodeus has the most control over his senses/presentation, even when jealous. He does not go feral and has yet to lose his voice to demon tongue. Usually resorts to charming mind/eye magic because that’s a strong suit and takes less time or energy.

It’s no secret that he and the Avatar of Greed banter. The two have tussled quite a bit. Asmodeus knows several throws and wrestling moves because of this, but hates to use them because he often busts stitches on his clothing. When Asmodeus goes quiet and gets physical--run.

Also: if he puts his hair up or takes off accessories--especially earrings or heels--run

Overall: his type of jealousy is catty and benign but he can dig the knife in when he wants to. As long as his partner/crush shows they’re making an effort to block out the competition, he couldn’t care less what the other person thinks they’re doing.

Beelzebub (Bovine class? Insectoid class?)

Many regard Beelzebub as Lord of the Flies but he doesn’t have many fly-based tendencies outside of preferring to hold his wrist with his opposite hand. It makes people think of how flies rub their legs together. This may be a gesture of self-comfort or a way to keep himself from grabbing things that look delicious when he knows he shouldn’t.

Some say when interested in something or someone, Beel may buzz around said interest. This may just be a quirk of curiosity, though.

Despite his thin, insectoid wings, many believe he takes after his twin brother and takes after bull/cattle. He is very protective of his “herd”

When angry, Beel tends to lead with his horns, swing his head, and bow up a bit as he blindly tries to chase the “threat” back. He will confront them verbally before this, but if the threat refuses or if Beel isn’t in the mood, he’ll “direct” them away with his horns

Having bull tendencies does but him on the feral scale but he is one of the “tamer” ferals. Will try to scare off threats with grunts and snorts prior to using his horns

In feral form Beel’s veins, especially in his neck and arms, are more pronounced. Seeing these veins are a good indicator that he is fixing to grunt or bellow over the “threat” as a warning to go away. He will start to snort a lot, too. His nose will be more active.

When sensibly jealous, Beel will simply remove his crush from the offender and walk off with them. His grip is stronger than normal and he has to be very careful. Will purr/growl to calm himself and his crush down.

As he descends more into “feral” nature, Beel will try to herd his crush away from the opposition by a hand on their lower back or standing between them. If he stands in between them, he tends to crouch down to his crush’s level and bump foreheads with them more often. Gentle bumps, silent requests to do as he asks and go in the direction he’s trying to bump you to.

When in his more feral moments, Beel is very easy to confuse and gets tunnel vision. If he’s made a fool of in feral form, Beel will just start straight up charging and demolishing things. If he gets the chance to toss or hook the threat, he’ll physically calm down. They’re removed and he can come back to himself.

The quickest way to calm him down is by smell or contact. Just tell him he did a good job and pet his chest or his arms. Maybe his hair. If you’ve been tasked to help him calm down and do so successfully, expect him to be extra cautious about where you try to go in the next few hours. Some think this is remains of the herding effect but he just has to know what you’re doing. Where are you going? Can he go? Why does he want to? Um...just because?

Overall: gentle giant until he’s not. He respects his crush, their independence and capability to defend themselves but if he feels he needs to step up, he’ll do it once and finish it.

Belphie (Bovine Class)

Much like his twin brother, Belphie exhibits bovine tendencies. He puts most of his energy into herding, and it’s usually trying to herd the opposition from his crush

If he had more energy, he would easily be one of the most dangerous ferals. Belphie tries to be ‘all bark, no bite’ but when his VERY OBVIOUS ‘do not mess with us!’ signs don’t work, he will bite. He’s a biter.

And a kicker. It comes more natural to him and Belphie has a ruthless mule kick. He tends to do this ‘hook them with the tail, then kick’ combo that only requires one leg to kick.

He doesn’t like to use his claws because they’re for holding soft things (his pillow, you, etc.) but if he does, it’s going to be brutal. He won’t take them out until the threat is sufficiently wounded/subdued. If he’s feeling especially sadistic he’ll just take a chunk out of them and kind of...hold it.

If he’s angry enough to use his claws, he’s angry enough to headbutt and BOY does it hurt! Satan has been on the receiving end of this because they tend to playfight with his horns and Belphie subconsciously relies on a headbutt when he’s feel stressed or trying to overpower someone he’s locked in with

His feral tendencies use up a lot of his energy so Belphie doesn’t maintain them for very long. He takes after Satan and Asmo, destroying someone verbally before getting into it physically

May or may not have tried to beat someone with his pillow before. I’d like to think he has various pillows and some of them may have things sewn in/stashed inside the casings for just such an occasion.

Overall: prefers to keep to his crush and family. Will overlook A LOT and can largely be pacified by the crush until some IDIOT decides not to read the MANY signs he gave. Once he’s past that point, it’s the idiot’s fault and consequences to deal with. He’s still an absolute needy sweetheart to his crush, though, no matter what he comes back looking like.

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