[ 𝐈𝐈 ] 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒.
❛ featuring. satan, asmodeus, beelzebub & belphegor + fem!mc.
❛ content warnings. mature, smut, vulgar language, kitten play, overstimulation, thigh-riding, dacryphilia, impact play, lingerie, dumbification, pegging, exhibitionism, voyeurism, oral fixation, food play, size kink, praise kink, breeding kink, consensual somnophilia, thigh-fucking, rough sex, degradation, face-fucking.
❛ word count. 1803.
❛ love note. part one with the older brothers can be found here. part three with the side characters can be found here.
☆ — 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍.
this one is a given, the demon is obsessed with cats. satan doesn’t mind which one of you is the pet, he’ll happily wear a pretty green collar and be your cute little kitty. however, he nearly loses all of his self-control if you put on a pair of cat ears, a collar (and a naughty little tail). his heart beats so damn fast that you think he might go into cardiac arrest. he gets flustered when you settle on his lap and ask him how you can please your master. lord, he nearly cums in his pants there and then.
this sort of ties in with his pet play kink. he loves it when you rut against his clothed thigh like a bitch in heat, desperately searching for some sort of friction. he’ll coo at you sweetly, teasingly asking if kitty needs some help getting off. his hands settle on your hips, fingertips gently pressing against your pelvic bone as he guides your hips back and forth, savouring the beautiful moans that spill past your lips.
satan can be a little cruel sometimes, which is why he wants to leave you a fucked-out mess on his bed after he’s finished with you. he loves using his hands on you; one rubbing circles on your clit, the other thrusting inside of your sopping wet pussy. if you whine out that you’re too sensitive, it’ll only encourage him to keep going. he’ll give you orgasm after orgasm just to see your body tremble and your cunt tighten around his fingers once more. yes, it’s mean, but it feels too good to complain.
this ties in with his overstimulation kink. satan finds your teary eyes so endearing, so pretty. he can’t help but make you want to cry sometimes. of course, it’s only out of pleasure, he couldn’t stand making you upset in any other circumstance.
again, satan can be a little cruel, so if you’re acting like a spoilt brat, he won’t let you get away with it. smacking your ass or thighs is his favourite form of punishment, he doesn’t go anywhere near your face. he prefers to use his hands rather than toys, but he won’t hesitate to use a paddle or a cane if you’ve been particularly out of line.
☆ — 𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐒.
this isn’t really considered a kink, but asmodeus loves it when you dress all prettily for him in the expensive lingerie he recommended you. the silk and lace embellishments contrasting beautifully against your skin, the particular design highlighting every gorgeous curve and crevice on your body. asmodeus had never seen someone more stunning in his life (than himself, of course). turning it on the flip side, asmo wouldn’t mind if you asked him to pick out a pretty l get-up to wear for you, in fact, he already has the perfect thing in mind <3
asmo doesn’t care which way it goes, he likes being the one fucked stupid just as much as he likes fucking you stupid. he reckons that he could cum just from seeing that hazy look in your eyes, moaning uncontrollably and unable to form a coherent sentence. on the other side of his kink, he enjoys it when you bounce on his cock, calling him your pretty little brainless boy. he makes the most beautiful ahegao face; tongue lolling out of his mouth, eyes rolling to the back of his skull. there isn’t a thought behind those eyes, other than pleasure.
asmo is open to literally everything, so pegging is definitely not out of the question. he’ll probably be the one to pick it out for you; a nine inch, hot pink strap. it just screams asmodeus. he’ll prep himself for you, ensuring that he puts on a little show before he begs you to put it inside. he lets out the most whorish moans when your hips slap against his ass, the tip of the plastic cock massaging his prostate. he’s rendered dumb by you, and he finds that a little embarrassing, but so arousing. i mean, pleasure is pleasure right? there’s no shame in a guy taking a huge strap up his ass and enjoying it <3
asmo creams at the thought of someone walking in on the two of you (especially if that certain someone happens to be solomon). he’ll suggest having sex in places where you could potentially get caught, like in an empty alleyway at night, or in the storage closet at the royal academy. there are days where he’s especially desperate for you and he just doesn’t regard any demon that might catch the two of you in the act, it just gives him an excuse to further exercise his kink.
this ties in with his exhibitionism kink. he honestly couldn’t care less if someone were to watch the two of you get intimate with each other. he finds it arousing that other demon’s (or angels/sorcerers) are watching the two of you have all the fun, while they sit back with their cocks in their fists. it’s as amusing as it is hot. after all, he gets to show the audience who that pretty pussy belongs to and they aren’t allowed to touch it.
☆ — 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐙𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐁.
i am a strong believer of the ‘beel has an oral fixation’ headcanon. he just can’t seem to keep his eyes off of you when you suckle gently on a lollipop, or lick the tip of your finger before you turn a page in your textbook, or when you bit your lower lip while your concentrating. your lips, no matter the size, are so pretty to look at. he finds himself becoming flushed when he watches you in those moments, desperately trying to stop his cock from twitching in his sweatpants.
this one’s pretty obvious, he’s the avatar of gluttony, after all. like the good boy he is, he makes sure to organise everything beforehand. food play isn’t something that he does spontaneously. he’ll get the proper supplies to prevent unnecessary messes from being made and to clean up afterwards. he prefers to use syrups or cream-like substances, since they’re easier to consume, especially when he’s lapping desperately at your cunt. he wants the experience for you to be as pleasurable as it is for him, so he solely focuses on getting you off while he enjoys a nice treat <3
it’s no secret that this demon is absolutely huge, in both his full height and the size of his cock. it doesn’t matter how tall you are, beel will never fail to tower over you and make you look like you’re two feet tall. for some odd reason, it arouses him that you’re so much smaller than him. he enjoys it when you sit on his lap, looking so meek and pretty, while he watches you fuck yourself dumb on his huge cock. he also enjoys it when you give him head and struggle to fit even the tip of his cock in your mouth. it‘a pathetic in a cute sort of way <3
beel hates being scolded or degraded, it truly makes him upset when he gets into an argument with you or his brothers. he’s used to his brothers telling him that all he does is eat their food, but it doesn’t make it hurt any less. praise is the way to go if you want to win his heart, both emotionally and sexually. tell him that he’s doing so well while he laps at your sopping cunt. tell him that he’s such a good boy for being patient for you. tell him that you love him while he’s fucking you dumb <3
there’s a common consensus among the fandom that beel has a huge breeding kink, and i wholeheartedly agree with it. he’s always had the thought in the back of his mind about starting a family with you, and he can’t help but subconsciously want to stuff you full of his cum and watch it leak out of your pussy. when tell him to fill you up, he’s ecstatic. he’ll probably cum inside you multiple times as well, just to ensure that you’ll definitely have to carry his child <3
☆ — 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑.
belphie loves being used in his sleep (consensually, of course). he doesn’t mind if you wake him up by sucking him off, or grinding desperately against his thigh while he’s napping. hell, he wouldn’t even care if you fucked his cock while he slept, in fact, he finds it so hot. it’s a great surprise to open his eyes to, and he tends to you immediately after he wakes up.
it’s a given that the avatar of sloth is a bit lazy sometimes, so when he’s feeling horny but doesn’t quite have the energy to fuck your brains out, he opts for thigh fucking. it doesn’t require a lot of energy, and he can practically do it while he’s half asleep anyway. he loves the feeling of your soft thighs massaging his cock with every stroke, and he loves it when you play with his soft dark locks while he gets himself off <3
this isn’t a common occurrence when the two of you have sex, mainly because belphie doesn’t have the energy to continuously have high-energy sex. but if he’s experiencing envy or fury, there’s a high chance that he’ll bend you over the edge of his bed and fuck your brains out. your pussy hugs him in all the right ways; dripping wet, clenching around his cock, tightening when you cum. he enjoys hearing your cute little noises, slurred words and incoherent sentences. his beautiful human is just so perfect, you can’t blame him for wanting to ruin you <3
this sort of ties in with the rough sex kink. degradation isn’t something common in your sex life, it only happens when he’s feeling especially angry or jealous. he’ll call you a desperate little whore, begging for his cock to split you open. he’ll call you a his cock-drunk slut when you take him in your mouth, gagging when his tip hits the back of your throat. belphie can be so cruel sometimes, but you have to admit, it’s pretty hot.
there’s something about seeing you choking and gagging on his cock that makes belphie so hard. he likes to lay back on his bed, hands gripping your hair to control the speed at which he fucks your mouth. your pretty face is ruined; eyes teary, drool dripping down your chin, lips slick with saliva and pre-cum. he thinks you look so beautiful like this, his beautiful little girl <3
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Hi!!! Could you do a gender neutral MC who's love language is physical touch??? Kissing, cuddles, the whole nine yards??
since you didn't specify, imma give you some head cannons for the demon bros <3
demon brothers with a physically affectionate MC
warnings: established relationship, vaguely suggestive
depending on how far you push it, he will tolerate your affections. he prefers subtler things, will offer you his hand and let you play with his fingers, trace the veins on his forearm while in public.
in private however, he will be rather pompous about indulging in your affection. pulls you into his lap, letting you cuddle into his chest on pet at his hair or whatever you like.
his favorite place to be touched: his wings. he'll never ask, but he will let them out more while you two are alone. his sholders relax as soon as your fingers dance against his feathers. would adore it if you preened them, as long as you are gentle of course. play your cards right and you'll have him purring into your neck in complete bliss.
Lucifer's love language: acts of service (showing) quality time (receiving)
adores it tbh. just don't tug on his clothes! those are expensive.
he holds your hand every time the two of you are together. what if he looses you?! the devildom is a very dangerous place for a human, and you are his human, so he's here to take care of you. cuddles and all.
his favorite place to be touched: under his clothes. okay, not like that (okay maybe like that but only sometimes) what he means is, sneak your hand under his sleeve and trace patters on his bare arm. crawl up under his shirt while you two are cuddling and nap on his bare chest. he likes the warmth of you around him.
Mammon's love language: gifts (showing) words of affirmation (receiving)
not wise. if you must he will humor you to an extent, just make your intentions clear and don't take him by surprise or he'll get upset. tell him "your hair is sticking up" and then stroke it back into place. he may huff a little but he does appreciate your affection. will let you lean against him too, as long as you aren't in his way he actually doesn't mind the feeling of your weight against him.
he does have a couple no no spots. please don't touch his horns. they are corse like coral and not only will it scratch you and pieces of it can get lodged under your skin, but its equally unpleasant for him.
favorite place to be touched: his hair. Levi is very insecure about his body, but once of the few things he likes is his hair. you may catch him even petting himself as a stim, so if you do it for him he will relax and except your affection without protest. he in fact enjoys it. you may even earn yourself a hug from his serpentine tail around your middle.
Leviathan's love language: quality time and acts of service (both)
unbothered. he will pull you into his lap during reading dates. very pleased with your gentle rubbing on his back or arms. he has only one request, not the tail. his tail's spikes contain a neurotoxin and he'd never forgive himself if you were hurt because of him.
otherwise, he's fair game. touch him wherever you want (if you like). he's often been the receiving end of a touch starved Asmo so he's very tolerant and open.
favorite place to be touched: his hands. kiss his knuckles or his palms and this boy will melt. its not hard to turn him into a purring kitten in your lap.
Satan's love language: acts of service (showing) gifts (receiving)
a match made in hell <3 Asmo's primary love language is also physical touch and he is thrilled. cuddles on cuddles for days. every time to pair of you are together he's got an arm around your waist or your shoulders or his fingers intertwined with yours.
Asmo literally seeks you out just so he can fill the void of being the only person who craves physical touch in that damn house for so long. (if he isn't draped around you like Satan's boa he's probably dragging an unamused Belphie into his lap)
favorite place to be touched: his face. mind you he's taken his makeup off and your hands are freshly washed that is. but please trace his features, memorize them so you'll never forget. and for the love of the devil cup his cheeks and stroke them. he may just burst into tears.
Asmodeus's love language: physical touch and words of affirmation (both)
big boy is perfectly pleased with this. he's Belphie's twin so he's very used to being shown care and love by touch. he doesn't crave it like Asmo but he smiles every time you run your hands through his hair or wrap his arm around you.
Beel wants you to feel loved and safe, so he will take your hand or pull you against him in a crowd. he likes to cocoon you in his larger frame. his shoulders are much broader then yours so you fit just perfectly curled against his chest.
favorite place to be touched: his back. Beel has many scars. he's not as insecure about them as say Mammon or Levi since he sees them as proof he's done his job. but if you lay on his back while he's doing pushups and trace each of them, his heart will fill with so much joy.
Beelzebub's love language: acts of service and quality time (both)
whines about it, but also whines for more. his head is against you at all times. wether that's leaning against your shoulder or in your lap he's open to either. his tail is also curled around you almost all the time.
naps in your lap, your own personal blanket and heater. he's the type to rub against you as in rub his face on your jeans, like a cat scenting you. his human, his pillow, his. you belong to him now in his mind and he will follow you around like a puppy.
favorite place to be touched: he's really not picky he likes all of it. scratch his back, kiss his forehead, rub his arms. yes please, give him more.
Belphagor's love language: quality time (showing) physical touch (receiving)
Take this low quality meme and tell me I'm wrong
A/N: I guess as a writing blog I should be doing some writing right? Honestly this has just been the biggest headcanon I've had in a while since I started playing Obey Me of the brothers just...like Devildom culture must be so different! And then the whole pact thing with human masters must be so different as well!
I just view them as big animals just wanting to get your attention u wu.
Warnings: Jealous boys, public shows of dominance and a lot of biting.
It's almost painful being in the Devildom sometimes.
A cultural exchange program amped up to 100 %.
As much as you loved the brothers, you also were meeting some pretty cool demons in RAD. Surely you were the human student everyone was so excited to meet, but none of them really talked to you, you know? But there were some that were brave enough to overlook your pact marks and dive into a conversation.
Even some were bold enough to talk to you out of school!
Making so many friends was so exciting, especially since you still thought of yourself as new! Wait till the brothers see how many new demons you have met!
Problem is you forgot how weird demon culture is, especially when it has to do with a demon and their master.
Lucifer blinks as he notices the demon approaching the two of you, pausing your daily walk with him as confusion turns to familiarity and you run up to greet your friend.
The first thing he notices is how they are a low ranking demon, so there’s no need to be hyper aware of any sort of threat. In this instance he doesn’t need to look to make sure his pact mark is visible to the demon.
His mark was embedded right in your iris, so anyone could see whose protection you were under.
He smiles politely as you turn around to introduce them, the demon waving at him shyly as if remembering that, yes, this human made a pact with Lucifer and therefore should not be messed with in any way. Yet there was no sort of violent tendencies coming from this demon, which put him at somewhat of an ease.
That is, until the demon takes a hold of your hand.
It’s a simple touch, one that a human would mistaken for a sign of friendship and camaraderie. The demon was speaking excitedly about a new flower they had seen over at the Botanical gardens and how much they wanted to show it off to you.They tighten their hold and Lucifer has to dig his fingernails into his palm from ripping their hand off.
You had no idea what it meant and the action would most likely scare you.
And Lucifer wanted you to trust him as much as possible.
“Would it be okay if Lucifer comes along?”
“...y--yeah! I don’t mind!”
Hesitation mixed with fake happiness, this demon really thought that he would get some time alone with you, didn’t they? They probably planned this whole thing out and whatever excitement they were showing you was just a front to hide their true intentions. Besides, look how they are hanging off of you, they want to make a pact with you so badly it’s almost disgusting.
Might as well get rid of the pest now.
“Come on MC, I want to show you the huge petals--!”
You and the demon look back to see Lucifer biting down on one of your fingers, your ring finger to be exact, while making eye contact with the pest. His teeth are not necessarily breaking skin but the pain of the bite made all your attention go back on him, turning around to tug your finger away and cradle it close.
“Lucifer what the hell!”
He smiles and tells you not to worry about it, your retort falling on deaf ears as Lucifer’s eyes fall on the demon one more time. Their eyes are wide and they have immediately taken two steps back, their back as straight as a needle as Lucifer sends them one last look that lets them know of his intentions.
Leave now or I will gut you in front of my human.
You turn to apologize to your friend for putting them in such a weird situation but the demon is already long gone, no sign of them ever being in your presence as you look around aimlessly.
“They left...” you frown and look at Lucifer, “Next time at least warn me.”
“If I did then you would have probably forbidden me from doing so.”
The Avatar of Pride smiles as he takes your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours as you kept talking about how you would apologize the next day. But Lucifer wasn’t listening, he just kept staring at you as you talked, happy that his master wasn’t particularly mad.
That demon would have to learn to get his own, this human was already his.
He had finally gotten you all to himself.
Mammon had a photoshoot today, making you tag along so he could finally show off his modeling skills. And it would help him out as well. The product they were trying to sell did not appeal to him one bit and he just really needed you as inspiration.
And inspiration did you give.
“Oh gorgeous Mammon gorgeous! Lean back and close your eyes.”
The cameraman was giving him compliment after compliment, excellent after excellent, it was as if all eyes were on him at that exact moment. He smiled as he thought about how you must be looking at him. His shirt was open, letting the cloth hang off the side of the couch as the camera focused primarily on the low riding jeans that showed off the boxers he was promoting.
“Perfect! Perfect!! Now turn around and stare into the camera!”
His eyes opened and his head turned expertly, Mammon smiling as he tried to make eye contact with you--
Only to see that you were gone.
Camera flashes stop as he bolts up, turning to look for you before his eyes focused on your form.
There you were...talking with someone else.
He doesn’t stare at the cameraman, only gets up and stalks towards you and the demon currently holding up the lights. Both of you turn to face him, a voice speaking loudly about a five minute break as Mammon stands behind you and hugs you from behind, placing his chin right on your shoulder as he looks at the interloper.
“Are you taking a break?”
Mammon smiles as he buries his face in your shoulder, hugging you tight as the demon tells him he did a wonderful job. Without raising his head, Mammon speaks up.
“MC, who is this?”
“Oh right! Haven’t introduced you. He is a friend from RAD! We sit together in Pactology 101.”
“Well we used to sit together...”
“We talked way too much in class, didn’t we?”
It’s like nails on a chalkboard when he laughs, Mammon feeling glad that he was closer to you so he could hear the sound of your laughter instead of the ugly screeching of the intruder taking up your attention. Did this guy think he was stupid? That he couldn’t notice all the goddamn pheromones he was releasing?
Mammon shakes his head back and forth, breathing in your scent heavily as he tries to leave his own behind.
This guy was embarrassing himself with how badly he wanted to form a pact with you.
“Oh oh, remember when the teacher caught us texting in class?”
“I think he might want to just put us back together cause we are still causing trouble!”
The Avatar of Greed frowns, did you not hear him?
“Well the teacher knows we are a good match, doesn’t he?”
“A match made in hell, I would say.”
Why was this guy still talking? Why were you still listening to him?
“Hey after this...would you want to go get some coffee, MC? If you’re not busy.”
“Nah, I only have this toda---FUCK!”
A pair of teeth tug at your earlobe, Mammon growling in your ear as he makes eye contact with the annoyance in front of him. He should be counting his lucky stars that you were still in the room, if Mammon found him anywhere else this demon would be nothing more than a meal for his familiars.
“MC, you have to stare at me or else I’m going to take longer.”
You rub at your ear as Mammon lets go of you, breaking eye contact with the other demon as he gives you his signature pout. He didn’t want you to see him be all scary, Mammon wanted you to see him like the number one demon he always tried to be for you.
“And you had to bite me because of that!?”
“Because you weren’t paying attention! You have to keep your eyes on me or else I’m not going to sell this stupid product. In fact--”
He drags you back to the couch, yelling at the cameraman that he would be posing with you so he could actually get through this photoshoot instead of doing a solo shoot. The man sighs but calls makeup to get you ready, Mammon smiling as he sits down right next to you.
The farther you were from that guy the better, all of his master’s attention needed to be on him after all.
Of course something like this would happen. Bad luck seemed to follow Leviathan wherever he went.
"Did you see the finale of it live?"
"I did!!! My movie theatre put it on the big screen and everything!"
Levi was glad that you were a nerd just like him. It was refreshing and probably one of the biggest reasons he had decided to make a pact with you.
Well, he had tried to kill you first and then make a pact with you but it was still a special story! Who would have thought that he would land himself a human master with his own interests!
Though he guessed that was a bad thing now.
He couldn't keep his thoughts in check as the clerk of the comic store kept talking to you, Levi annoyed that he couldn't keep up with the conversation you two had. It was about some comic cinematic universe that had been adapted in the human world and he honestly didn’t want to put anymore thought into it because of how close the clerk was getting.
Dammit he should have bought the new manga volume in Akuzon...but you had been so cute irl asking him to get the manga in this comic store you found,and if his master was begging him so cutely then what else could he do?
“I actually got the limited edition of this one movie--”
“It was up for a lot in Akuzon but I’m glad I got my hands on it--”
“And I have a pretty cool viewing set up in the back--!”
Stop talking, stop talking, stop talking, stop talking to MC!
Levi frowns as you gush about the movie some more, glaring down at you for letting your attention stray from him. But why should he be surprised, of course your attention would stray. Him being the yucky otaku that he is, of course you would go with the demon who took his interest and actually turned it into a profit--
No! It wasn’t your fault! It wasn’t even his fault! It was this demon’s fault!
Thinking they looked so cool with their most basic of interests. If Levi could expose them for the fraud that they were, MC would be able to see the absolute fool that this demon was making themselves out to be. Smiling a lot more, inching closer as they talked, even offering to take you to the back of the store--!
People may say what they want about Levi but at least he wasn’t this desperate to get on the good side of a human...at least the first time he met you.
His eyes fall on the back of your neck, hair conveniently placed out of the way as he remembered something Lucifer had discussed with him and Mammon after they had made their pact.
You will not think rationally when you are with them, make sure to monitor your actions so you don’t embarrass yourself.
That’s what he said but…
Surely Levi wasn’t going to embarrass himself more than this demon already has.
“This is the one with the symbiote creature, right? And you got the bonus deleted scenes! Honestly I would be so down with watching it right--EEP!”
Levi made sure to let his tongue lick the back of your neck first before biting down, wanting to make the bite as painless as possible. Although he guessed that not making you feel pain was out of the question as he felt you tense up, his tongue swiping against your nape one last time as he pulled back and tugged on the back of your shirt.
“MC let’s go. They don’t have it.”
You turn to look at Levi, hand on the back of your neck as you tell him that he could have gotten your attention in any other way, but he knew for a fact that he had made his point across with the demon in front of him.
Summoning Lotan in his own home was one thing, summoning Lotan in a store would probably cost a lot…
Even if he knew brothers wouldn’t blame him with how nauseatingly this demon was trying to approach their master.
Satan breaks his pencil, but it seems the two other people don’t seem to notice.
“And it's the first edition too, but I took it out just for you.”
You smile and mention about how you didn’t need anything fancy for the assignment, just a simple book that talked about Devildom history. Which Satan agreed, this bug was acting like he owned the entire Royal Library. A pass to get a first edition title wasn’t that rare of a fucking find--if he wanted, Satan could call up any of his connections and get about 16 copies of different first edition titles that spoke not just about the Devildom history but about whatever the hell topic he could get his hands on.
This guy wasn’t that special yet he was acting like he had just given you the world on a silver platter.
The demon sat down at the table you and Satan were studying at, looking at you the entire time he explained how to open the book and how to make sure it stays in its pristine condition.
Which made Satan break another pencil.
From what you had mentioned, this guy was just someone you knew from RAD. You labeled him as the ‘smartest person in the class’. Which was a bit of an insult on his part but he guessed that as long as he wasn’t the one in your class it didn’t count as an insult towards his person.
He, of course, being the smartest demon you know.
But Satan didn’t have to be the smartest demon in RAD to know what this nuisance was doing.
If he were to read you any book on Devildom demonology, certain demons needed a human master. This insect in front of you would count as one of them. Lower demons usually tend to be without guidance and need a soul to feed from. In comes a human master, being able to fulfill that need with a pure soul of their own. The demon feeds and in return, develops a sort of ‘affection’ towards their master since they are now the hand that feeds them.
The same couldn’t be applied to Satan or his brothers, however. As the seven demon lords, they are able to gain the sustenance they need from the feed of other lower demons under the sin they were made in.
They are free to form pacts, but it’s not like they need it.
A good metaphor would be that they are essentially ‘picking off the plate’ of the lower demons, making the lower demons only cause minimal casualties up in the human world as they feed and keeping the seven lords from going feral with hunger.
Of course, things were different now. Satan had you now, a human all of his own.
Essentially, someone was trying to ‘take a bite’ of his favourite food, and Satan hated sharing.
Friends be damned, politeness be damned, he needed to show this demon his place.
“Isn’t it fascinating? The cover was made with a demon’s skin.”
“Yes. I believe it was from recently dead demon’s during the first Celestial War. Do you want to feel?”
You nod, curious about the black and shiny cover as the demon holds out his hand for you to take--
Only for you to yelp as Satan takes it first, dragging your hand back so it would be close to his lips as the Avatar of Wrath’s teeth bite at the skin near your wrist. You hiss in pain at the sudden sharpness, quickly pulling your hand back and staring at your demon as he gives the annoyance one last pointed stare.
“That is how demons started their pacts before we arrived in the Devildom, wasn’t it?”
The demon nodded slowly, his eyes darting to the mark on your wrist and then back at Satan. He opened his mouth to try and speak up but seemed to decide better against it, giving you one last smile as he stood up.
“...I’ll...I’ll go get you the second volume. That one might include more accurate and updated information on pact markings.”
Satan smiles and nods as he scoots his chair close to you, looking back at you tracing the mark on your wrist with a frown before putting all your attention back on him.
“Did demons really used to form pact marks like this?”
The Avatar of Wrath shrugs.
“I was only guessing, he was the one who left thinking it was the truth. Here, let’s go look for a book on our own.”
Asmo would like to think that he had perfected the fake smile to the point he could keep it up for an indeterminate amount of time.
“MC! Try this!”
Yet the corners of his mouth twitched as he watched one of your friends, who happened to be a store clerk at Majolish, open the door to your dressing room to hand you another outfit they had picked out. And it wasn’t a bad outfit--!
Just...did they have to keep opening the door every single time?
Granted, he shouldn’t be in your dressing room in the first place but he insisted he would stay since you were only trying some shirts on! It wasn’t like he was seeing anything inappropriate and your pants were staying on the entire time.
This sight was okay for him because he was your demon and you were his master.
So it wasn’t right that some random nobody kept coming in to hand you shirts that they thought looked cute on you! That’s what you had Asmo for!
Yet here he was, secluded to sit down on the little chairs that someone would usually toss the unwanted clothes they wouldn’t buy. Which was already doing horrible things for his self-esteem.
“I learned a couple of things by working here. See? The color really matches your hair.”
The Avatar of Lust scoffs when he hears that. What exactly did the demon learn? How to match colors? Oh look, someone learned the basics of the color wheel, someone give them a medal.
“And since you are wearing something long at the bottom, it’s only fair that you go with something short on top.”
This demon is going to win an award for making basic observations, Asmo could already see it. What a future they had ahead of them.
“These colors are summery too so...it goes great with the weather!”
Oh he wants to gag, Asmo’s heard enough.
“You don’t think it’s too revealing? I do like the color though…”
Before the demon can answer, Asmo grabs your shoulders and pulls you back to him with a smile as he makes you look in the mirror.
“I think it’s revealing enough for the summer look you are going for...except can you maybe get it in a light pastel? Any color would do it just needs to be a pastel color if we want it to go with the light color of your bottoms.”
The demon deflates at the sudden lack of contact with you but nods as they step out, waving goodbye and stating once again how ‘gorgeous’ you looked. Which Asmo guessed was the only compliment they had in their arsenal.
Gorgeous didn’t even begin to describe you.
“I did like this color, Asmo. Does it not look good?”
“No it looks perfect on you! But--”
He tugs on the floral print top and smiles as he wraps his arms around your shoulders.
“Floral prints are extremely last season and I want you to be on a more neutral type of clothing. Just simple colors. This way we can add some jewelry--some of my own creation of course.”
Asmo smiles when you giggle, fixing your top and looking at yourself in the mirror a couple more times as you mumble to yourself about how Devildom summers seem rather temperate compared to the ones you were used to and how you wouldn’t need anything sleeveless.
Damn the Devildom summers, if they could even be called that at all.
His ears twitch as he hears the pest start to make their way back, Asmo’s smile dropping slowly as he looks down at your neck. This was the spot they kept staring at, wasn’t it? Shame it wasn’t decorated--
But he could fix that~
“I found some other colors that would go well with you MC, do you want to--”
“OW OW OW!”
Asmo’s teeth are right on your neck, turning to look back at the clerk with a smile and a little wave as he hums at the way you clench and unclench your fingers while looking at him through the mirror, wanting to ask just why he was doing this but the pain keeping you quiet. It was cute how much you were hurting but how you were doing absolutely nothing to stop him. This could technically mean that you approved of what he was doing, correct?
He lets go as the clerk immediately closes the door, you calling out for your friend but Asmo brings you back and makes you look at the mirror one more time.
“There we go. That’s a pretty mark, right MC? An Asmodeus Limited Edition item, just for you~”
If this kept happening, Beel was going to eat this demon.
“You need to try some Devildom food, MC! I promise it's good!”
Beel stomach growls again as you laugh, ignoring the parfait in front of you. He gives you a tap on the shoulder and your attention is right back to him.
“Oh sorry, Beel. Here!”
You scoop up the delicious frozen treat and feed it to him, Beel smiling as he takes another two bites of his hamburger and watches you and your friend talk. He actually had no idea that you had any friends in RAD and was happy to see that at least some demons were treating you nicely, compared to theo ones who had teased you when you first arrived.
Well he said teased, more like threatened to eat you.
He figured you would make friends fast though, you were nice and all the demons here were already attracted to human souls so it was bound to happen that one of them would have the courage to talk to you.
Yet this one seemed rather...eager.
“How about this. Hell’s Kitchen serves good food but I know this awesome corner in the wall place we can get some grilled bat sandwiches. Guts and everything.”
His stomach growls again, he knew of the place this demon was talking about and would most likely want to take you there himself if you ever asked.
Beel takes another two bites before waiting for you to feed him the parfait.
He frowns and stares at you again, the demon keeping your attention all to himself as you spoke about how you didn’t necessarily want to eat anything with guts in it. His eyes went to the parfait, watching some of the perfectly placed scoops slowly melt and droop down on the plate.
MC, pay attention to him!
This was his time with you! He didn’t mind if someone else stepped in and he was glad you were making friends but this demon was interrupting his mealtime!
He ate his burger, you fed him ice-cream, this is how it had always worked!
People could say what they wanted but Beel was a creature of habit, and he was in the habit of having you feed him.
Not just that, he was in the habit of having your attention all on him when it was his time to hang out with you.
Wasn’t this demon just being a bother? Didn’t you also want them gone?
They kept talking about all the stuff that clearly grossed you out, seemingly delighted with your reactions as they kept trying to egg you on to say yes to an outing. If it wasn’t for the fact that you were smiling the entire time, Beel would have already made the move to unhinging his jaw and--
“I promise I’ll treat you to the best ghost pepper pizza you’ve ever had. You’re free after this, right?”
Beel’s stomach growls, whether in hunger or anger Beel wouldn’t be able to say. All he knows is that this demon is bad news for both him and you.
So what would be the quickest way to make him back off?
“I’m not but I can take a raincheck--!”
You drop the spoon you were holding as Beel bites your cheek, throwing the demon one quick glimpse before letting out a few sounds that seemed to make up your name. The demon stares at you and Beel as the Avatar of Gluttony pulls away from you, licking his lips as you slowly put a hand on your cheek and turn to look at him.
“The parfait is gonna melt. I want another bite.”
Eyes turn to the demon once again, Beel frowning as he takes a hold of your hand underneath the table.
“Please leave. If MC is going to eat Devildom food then they’ll eat it with me. The only thing you are going to do is gross them out.”
“So what did you want to talk about?”
Belphie frowned as your fingers gently played with his hair. That is not what he had asked for when he asked to lay on your lap. Belphegor wanted the usual way you would comb through his hair, both of you gently whispering to each other as the planetarium ambience lulled him to sleep.
“Well...uhm...I wanted to ask something important.”
And who the hell was this person?
He peeked up to look at you smiling at the screen, frowning that you still didn’t seem to notice you were doing a shit job at giving him the attention he needed. Whoever this was had been on the line with you for a good solid ten minutes, talking about useless subjects such as their day and what they had for lunch. If anything, Belphegor had no idea how this thing was taking your attention. You were doing most of the talking anyway, they should just hang up and leave you alone to pay attention to your demon.
“We’ve known each other for a while.”
Belphegor most likely knew MC for longer...maybe.
“And honestly I haven’t met a human like you before. You just...I just expected humans to be something and you aren’t that so it threw me off.”
The Avatar of Sloth yawns as he buries his head in your lap, smiling at the darkness he found in the small crook of your thighs. He yawns again and closes his eyes to try and fall asleep but the grating voice of the demon on the phone was sending nothing but warning signals to his brain.
“So I wanted to ask something I didn’t think I would ask a human before.”
He really wanted to yell ‘get to the point’ or ‘hang up the phone’ but he knew that you would most likely shush him and tell him to be patient, which would then result in you gently pushing him away so you could talk somewhere more private. And he wasn’t ready to lose his favourite pillow just yet.
So he continued listening, tracing random shapes on your thighs as he felt his eyelids start to droop.
“I know you have seven pacts already…”
“But would an eight be too much for you?”
That wakes Belphegor right up, eyes wide open and head turned to face up at you to see your reaction. Of course you would be surprised, this demon really had the guts to ask the current master of the Seven deadliest demons in the Devildom for a pact?
You better be grateful that Belphegor found comfort in your lap and would prefer to stay here, rather than go break the neck of the demon insolent enough to try to take his master away.
So go ahead, reject him.
“A pact? With me?”
What were you doing?
Don’t give him such a hopeful answer! Belphegor had to share you with six other demons constantly and those demons were his siblings! He was okay sharing with Beel but he drew the line at anyone else! Adding an eighth demon to that would be like asking for a bloodbath, a bloodbath with only one target.
Belphegor frowned as the demon started talking again, stuttering and jumping over his words like he was a dog who asked to eat their masters table. Which essentially he was, not like there was room for him anyway.
“I know I’m not like those brothers--”
“But making a pact with you would make me really happy...is what I am trying to say.”
He wants to gag.
A part of him couldn’t blame the demon, you were perhaps the best master a demon could ask for, but you were already t a k e n.
And you were to blame too, you know?
You weren’t rejecting him like you should. The face you were making was far too surprised and flattered at the proposition given to you. Were you that greedy? Had Mammon rubbed off on you? You had seven of the most powerful demons under your command, what more could you possibly want?
As a master, you were doing a bad job at rejecting this insect and an even more horrible job at not paying attention to the actual demon you were tied to.
He turns his head back to the darkness of your thighs, feeling you shift as you also struggle to find an answer. This was becoming too much, if Belphegor didn’t act fast you were most likely going to say yes, just because you didn’t know any better!
Fuck it, you could try to push him off but Belphegor would hold on tightly, he had to save you from your mistake.
“Uhm. Well that is honestly really flattering. And eight pacts wouldn’t be so bad--”
You slap a hand over your mouth, your teeth biting into your tongue as you look down at the demon nipping at the inside of your thigh. Belphie looks up innocently, batting his eyelashes at you as he bites down a little harder--
Fingers hurry to end the call as Belphegor quickly lets go, smiling as you gape down at him.
“I was in the middle of a call!”
“Then what was that about!?”
The Avatar of Sloth shrugs as he closes his eyes.
“You weren’t paying attention to me. It made me mad.”
You sigh and lean back, Belphegor waiting for a few moments before smiling as he feels your fingers combing through his hair.
“Next time,just talk to me, Belphegor.”
He would have answered, but that would make him promise something he most likely was not going to do.
art in this post belongs to noé, @/mattieisheer :: permission to post was allowed by the artist
Can you do the brothers reacting to S.O. MC always having an unidentifiably "familiar" scent and then finding a spray bottle with the brother's perfume in it, diluted so that it doesn't overpower MC's but still gives them a subtle trace of the brother's scent? Which brothers do you expect would take up the practice so that they always have MC's scent lingering on them?
I think demons and angels would have a better sense of smell than humans so wearing one of the brother’s perfumes would be like Mc marking themself as the demon’s partner.
It’s not foolproof of course, after all, other demons can buy the same perfume. But between the brothers, Diavolo and Barbatos everyone wears different scents so it would be clear to all of them whos perfume you are wearing.
Lucifer has been using the same cologne for several decades now. It’s honestly surprising that it hasn’t gone out of style, or become associated with old people(Like how certain human colognes or perfume is only used by your grandparents). It’s distinctive but elegant and simple enough to be timeless.
Lucifer first notices how your scent is oddly familiar a few weeks after you return to the Devildom with Solomon.
Something about your new scent is immensely gratifying to his senses.
It makes his pride flare, and he finds himself far less worried about his brothers or Diavolo trying to steal you away.
Much to his embarrassment, Lucifer finds himself nuzzling into your neck as if to scent you while trying to identify the change.
It’s early yet and you’re still curled up asleep in his bed when he finds the simple-looking perfume bottle on your desk as he is fetching you a fresh set of clothes to change into.
He stops to examine the bottle, thinking that perhaps he should bring this to you as well. Although he loathes to let you cover up his scent.
He opens the bottle to ensure it won't completely overpower his scent on you, and for a moment he thinks he must have used a bit too much of his own perfume this morning. He sniffs it again and realizes that while it is similar to his own scent, it’s different. Muddled, diluted with something, water, and perhaps a bit of your own perfume/cologne.
His lips curl into a smirk as he realizes that he’s caught his cologne thief. He’d assumed that he’d simply misplaced a bottle of his cologne but now realizes that you must have taken it back to the human realm with you and made this.
Lucifer falls in love with you all over again. He is so enamored with the idea that you want to smell like him, essentially letting other demons and angels know that you are his.
When you wake, he is sitting next to you. Still smug. Pride radiating off him in self-satisfied waves. Toying with your perfume bottle. “Mc, my dear, if you would like to let others know you are taken I would be happy to mark you more clearly.”
You swear he likes to fluster you just for his own enjoyment.
“When this is gone,” he says holding up the perfume bottle “you are welcome to more of my cologne, you needn't resort to thievery, my love.”
He won’t take up the practice himself, but if you have to be away from each other for an extended time he’ll ask for a bottle of your perfume/cologne to keep your scent fresh and near.
Mammon is snooping in your room again. Not to steal this time, he swears! It was just to figure out what kind of gift you’d like.
The perfume bottle looks expensive, so he picks it up. Thinking that buying you a new bottle might be a good gift.
It doesn’t have any labels so he opens it to see if he recognizes the fragrance.
He is so, so embarrassed to find out that it is a diluted version of his scent! Poor Mammon, he is so flustered when he finds out that he drops the bottle, shattering it on your bedroom floor.
Suddenly it all clicks into place for him. The reason he had been so much more protective of you. Why he had found himself resisting the urge to mark you as his more than he usually had to.
You’d been making yourself smell like him, marking yourself for him. Mammon is over the moon. You want to be his. You’re already together of course, but you want other demons to know you’re together.
It takes everything Mammon has to stop himself from going to get you right now. From bringing you to his room and marking you himself.
But he’s got a bigger problem to handle first. Your room is a mess, floor covered in glass and perfume and he’s got to fix this before you get back.
When you open your door Mammon is still trying to clean everything up and air out your room, you recognize the scent of the spilled perfume and you feel the embarrassment overwhelm you.
Mammon is looking at you, face red and stuttering out an apology. “I swear I wasn't trying to steal nothin'. I just-” He flounders gesturing to your desk “it was an accident Mc! Picked you up a new bottle of mine so you can…” if possible his face gets even redder.
“Mammon if you don’t like it I can stop.”
“What? No! Of course, you’d wanna smell like the great Mammon! Besides, I don’t want anyone else thinkin they can make a move on ya. You should keep doin it.”
Mammon won’t ask for any of your perfume/cologne but he will borrow(steal) a little of it every once in a while. Mostly when he’s going somewhere he can’t take you. It makes him feel closer to you. And it has the added benefit of preventing any demons from making a move on him, letting them know he’s taken.
Levi can’t quite put his finger on where he’s smelled your new perfume/cologne before.
It’s familiar, but he can’t place it no matter how hard he tries.
For some reason, it makes him less jealous when his brothers are around you. Like he doesn’t have to worry about you realizing they are better than him anymore.
Levi might not notice what your new scent is but his brothers sure do.
Asmo gives you knowing little winks and you could swear you’ve seen Mammon crinkle his nose in distaste at you.
Levi doesn’t figure out why your scent is so familiar until he finds you in his room pouring some of his perfume into a different bottle.
You’re startled when Levi takes the bottle from your hand and tilts your head to the side to smell your neck.
He takes a step back from you red to the tips of his ears “M-mc you-” He gapes at you for a moment “You can’t just do that without warning me!” he whines. “You know other demons can- my brothers can- it’s like you’re telling everyone you’re mine.”
“I know, Asmo gave me the idea. He said demons use their scent to mark their significant others. I’m sorry Levi, are you mad?”
“Mad? You want to smell like me, how could I be mad when I’ve wanted to-to mark you for months? I just didn’t want to...creep you out...with all that. Y-you can still use my cologne just ask. Thought you were Mammon stealing for a second.” He says covering his blushing face with his hands.
Levi is awake for a long time that night, even after you’ve long since drifted off curled up next to him in his bathtub bed. He’s caught up in the fact that you want to smell like him and he wonders if maybe he could do the same thing with your perfume/cologne.
Eventually, he’ll ask for some of your perfume/cologne but it’ll take him several weeks to finally blurt out the question.
Somehow your scent is different, more familiar.
It sets him at ease, like seeing you in his jacket or finding you sleeping in one of his shirts.
It clicks that you are using his scent when he notices how fast he is going through the bottle of his cologne.
His face heats up and oh my, you’re using his scent. That's why it was so familiar.
Once the surprise has passed, his lips curl up in a wicked grin.
Oh Mc, Satan is so pleased. He is so in love with you.
He has you meet him in his room to confront you. His cologne in hand, lips curled up in a smirk. “Is there something you’d like to tell me, Mc?”
You tell him about how you dilute his perfume with yours so that you smell a little like him and meekly apologize for stealing from him.
Satan’s smirk grows as you explain, and when you fall silent he pulls you into his arms. “I like having my scent on you kitten. But you know there are other ways I can leave my scent on you if you’d like?” he murmurs, kissing across your cheekbone and down your jawline.
He sounds so confident but there is proof of his own emotions in the red dusting his cheeks.
Satan might dilute some of your perfume/cologne if there is a particular reason he wants other demons to know he’s taken. Maybe an event he can’t bring you to or if there has been a particularly stubborn demon not taking no for an answer.
To be honest Satan would rather have you leave your scent naturally. By sleeping on his pillows or wearing his jacket.
If you have to go to the human realm without him for any length of time, Satan will pick up your habit and start diluting some of your chosen scent with his while you're gone.
It doesn’t take long for Asmo to figure out why your scent is so familiar.
He knows exactly how long a bottle of perfume will last him and has a sixth sense for knowing when someone has moved any of his beauty products.
“Mc, darling, it’s sweet that you want my mark on you but if you keep stealing from me I’ll have to punish you,” he sings.
“Is that a promise Asmo?”
He brings you your very own bottle of his cologne.
The fact that you dilute his scent with yours brings Asmo to his knees. It’s so cute! But also such a tease! He’d love to leave his scent on you in other ways too.
But first, he just wants to curl up and cuddle with you. Knowing that you want to advertise your relationship so openly makes him feel truly loved.
The feeling overwhelms Asmo and he is so, so happy that his feelings for you are returned just as strongly.
Asmo will definitely take up the practice so your scent always lingers on him as well.
Asmo is not ashamed or shy about your relationship and any demon who insinuates he should be is playing a dangerous game.
There is no hesitation in his voice when he asks for a bottle of your perfume/cologne in exchange for his.
He likes knowing his scent lingers on you and flaunts the fact that yours lingers on him.
Expect to exchange bottles of perfume on holidays.
Beel’s nose picks up the change in your scent immediately.
It’s familiar and yet hidden beneath your own scent just enough that he can’t place it.
This is frustrating for him because he’s never had so much trouble placing a scent before.
But he likes the addition as well.
In the end, it’s Belphie who rats you out to his twin. “You know I'm sure Beel would have more fun if he got to mark you himself, Mc.”
Beel puts down the muffin he’d had halfway to his mouth to look at you, realization flashing across his face.
He smiles happily at you, light blush dusting his face.
He’ll give you your own bottle of his cologne.
But he’ll also explain how having his scent linger on you is a way that demons mark their significant others. He wants to make sure you know that you are advertising your relationship to other demons.
When you assure him you’re ok with that he’ll ask if he can do the same with some of your perfume/cologne. That way other demons know he’s yours too.
Belphie notices right away.
It’s obvious that the new addition to your scent is his when you’re napping in his bed with him and the new portion of your scent blends seamlessly with the blankets and pillows around you.
Belphie gets a mischievous smirk on his face as he nuzzles his face in your hair. “There are better ways for you to wear my scent, Mc.”
He doesn’t stop you from using some of his perfume to dilute and mix with your own.
In fact, he encourages the practice.
He likes the fact that other demons will know who your heart belongs to.
With his scent lingering on you it’s very unlikely that other demons(his brothers) will make a move on you.
He won’t adopt the practice himself.
Not because he doesn’t want to, but because it’s a lot of work to dilute perfume so perfectly.
But if you were to make it for him, he would wear it everywhere.
He finds your scent calming, so having it linger on him would be very nice. Why else would blankets occasionally go missing from your bed?
Obey Me Characters Wanting to Hold Your Hand
Characters: Mammon, Belphegor, Asmodeus, Satan
a/n: I wrote this in sociology so it's not proofread
Mammon was never one to really out and blatantly say when he needed/wanted physical attention. So when he came up to you out of the blue, demanding that he needed to hold specifically a human’s hand because of some dumb experiment in one of his classes, it didn’t really come as a shock to you.
“It's just a damn experiment, I swear.” Mammon complained, a blush rising to his cheeks at the feeling of your warm touch. His hold on your hand tightening when you tried to pull away. “H-hey now, you c-can’t just pull away like that.” Mammon stuttered, a bashful look on his face as his eyes met yours.
“What do you mean, Mammon? We did your experiment, didn’t we?” You concealed the teasing smile you wanted to give him, instead you tilted you head to the side, giving him a dumb, condused look.
“Well… Uhh, we have to hold hands longer than that. The teacher specifically said that.” Mammon said, his hand coming up to sheepishly scratch at the back of his neck. “It has to be for like… I don’t know, 5 or 40 minutes.”
“My… this is quite the experiment.” You laughed, interlocking your fingers with his, making a happy smile appear on his face.
“Shut up MC.”
Napping was one of Belphie’s favorite things, but napping with you? Now that’s just top notch. He takes every single opportunity he can to drag you into one of his daily nap sessions. His favorite part, especially, was being able to touch you. Whether it was holding you close to his body, or just even holding hands with you, it brought a sense of comfort upon him.
“MC? Where are you going?” Belphie asked, his voice hoarse from the slumber he just awoke from. His grip on your hand tightening when you tried to pull away for the second time.
“I have to go to the bathroom, so please let me go before I-” You were cut off by Belphie sitting up, his hand still holding onto yours.
“I’m not letting go, so I’m going to have to go with you.” He said bluntly, acting as if there were no problems with his words. Your eyes widened, mouth opening to object, but you stopped when you saw the look he was giving you. You let out a heavy sigh, standing up from the bed, dragging him along.
“Fine, but you better not watch.”
Everyone knows how touchy Asmo can be, he is the Avatar of Lust after all. Out of everyone though, you are Asmo’s favorite by far, especially the warmth of your hands.
“MC! MC!” You turned your head to the side, watching as Asmo ran into the large living area with a smile on his face. He gently took a seat on the couch next to you, holding out his hands in your direction. You stared down at his hands in confusion before glancing back up to his face.
“Um… Yes, Asmo?” You asked, giving him a soft smile in return. He let out an annoyed sigh at your reaction, pushing his hands ever closer to you.
“My hands are cold, will you warm them up for me?” Asmo asked, giving you his signature charming smile, which melts your heart each time He slipped his hands into your warm ones, a sigh of relief leaving his lips at your warmth.
“Oh my gosh, Asmo!” You tried to yank your hands away from his but he held onto them tightly. “Why are your hands so cold?” You asked, a chill running down your body as his smile turned wicked, as he recalled how he had sunk his hands in a bowl of ice for the past 5 minutes.
Satan had always found it difficult to engage in physical affection with you, so when he found a video on DevilTube, he knew he had to try it immediately.
“MC.” Satan called for you before you could close the door to your bedroom.
“Huh? Oh Satan, is there something you need?” You asked, opening the door wider to let him in.
“I saw this video on DevilTube and I was wondering if you would like to try it out with me.” Satan smiles, stepping into the room, reaching his hands out to take yours. Confused, you placed your hands in his own, your fingers intertwining.
“Yeah sure, what is it?” You asked, looking at his face, your eyes locking onto each other causing a blush to dust across his cheeks before he glanced down to your connected hands.
“Apparently if you hold hands with someone, you can feel their heart beat.” Satan said, trying to focus on the pulsating in between your hands.
“Ohhh, now that you mention it, I do feel your heartbeat!” You smiled at Satan for a moment before your smile turned into a small smirk. “My my my, Satan. Are you okay? Your heart is beating awfully fast right now.”
“Shut up MC! That’s not me!” Satan argued, his other hand coming up to cover his embarrassed face.
“If you wanted to hold my hand, all you had to do was ask.” You said, only making his blush grow ten times more.
Beauty and the Beast
Asmo x fem!Mc teratophillia smut
Warnings: +18 very R rated, teritophillia (monster fetish), smut, monster genitalia, tentacles, knotting, slight breeding kink, r@pe threat (but no actual non con just an empty threat), angst
Ooo boy this one is long lmao
Summary: so what if part of Asmo’s curse as the avatar of lust is he can only have sexy in his full released demon form. Usually this isn’t a problem since he usually charms his partners and can make them forget his true form. However his new lover Mc is immune to his charm. His solution? Avoid sex at all cost. With a little masturbation all goes well until Mc begins to believe he doesn’t find her attractive. Angry and hurt she goes to confront him. ￼((angst with a very fluffy ending, I tried to put the smut under a cut but I’m on mobile so well so if it works))
After about a year of constant flirting and lingering touches and a serious conversation about love and boundaries you and Asmo finally made things official. Now it has been about 5 months into your relationship. He had been everything you could ask for: loving, affectionate, considerate, loyal, sensitive… everything except passionate. Which was very odd considering he was the avatar of lust. It’s not like you hadn’t tried to get things moving but every time things start to heat up he has some reason to stop. “Why rush a good thing” or “I want the first time to be special” or simply running away claiming he forgot something important. It’s not that you wanted to pressure him into sex, you respect his consent but at this point you at least felt like you deserved a serious explanation as to why he was holding back from you.
Asmo sat next to you on your bed, one hand caressing you cheek while the other wrapped snuggly around your waist. You hands rubbed up his chest and into his soft hair as your tongue tangled with his. Taking a chance you moved to sit in his lap gently grinding on him to make your intentions clear. Asmo paused for a moment but just when you thought he would push you off, his hands moved to hold you hips against him. You and Asmo made out and humping each other like desperate horny kids. Feeling the heat of the moment you pulled away from his kiss just enough so you could look into his eyes.
“Asmodeus please I want you to make love to me.” You confessed combing your fingers through his hair. You fingers hit something hard at the top of his head, taken aback you pulled back further to fully see your lover. His horns were growing out from the top of his head, his teeth grew long and sharp, as his wing struggled to be freed from under his shirt. His gaze was intense but there was an anxiety growing behind his burning amber eyes.
“Asmo are you ok?” You asked growing concerned by the fearful look in his eyes. It was nothing you hadn’t seen before, it’s not like you didn’t know he was a demon. So why did he seem so frightened?
With out giving you an answer, Asmo swiftly lifted you off of him with a strength you didn’t know he had and gently laid you on the bed. With out meeting you eyes he left you there only muttering something along the lines of “sorry have to go.”
You were to stunned to run after him. He really left you there, concerned, horny, and feeling more rejected than ever. After the initial shock wore off you felt sad and sorry for your self. Did he not love you? Was he not attracted to you? Was flirting with you all that time and telling you he loved you just some twisted game? Ya let’s play lead on and sexually frustrate and humiliate the human girl. Now you were angry. This isn’t the first time this had happened but it was going to be the last one way or another.
You matched your way down the hall to Asmo room hoping to find him there. As you approached the door you could hear something faint coming from the room. Curious you pressed your ear to the door. It was the sound of Asmo’s voice calling your name mixed with soft moans and gasps. Either he was mastorbating or crying. ‘And for his sake’, you thought, ‘he better be crying.’
Feeling bold you tried the door handle to find that it was unlocked. Quietly you turned the handle and pushed open the door. His usually bright and warm room was now cold and dark. Something in the atmosphere felt off. Your instincts told you to not reveal your presence as you tiptoed into the room. His canopy bed had the veils pulled shut. Between the dark and the silky drapes you could barley make out the strange figure on the bed. Logic told you it had to be Asmo but instinct told you to run.
Steeling your nerves and trying to conjure up the anger that had brought you here, you approach the bed. Asmo’s stops as he hears you approach now aware of your presence.
He doesn’t need to look to see it’s you, there no mistaking the sound of your blood pounding in your chest or your soft breath leaving you lungs or the distinct sent of your pheromones.
You can hear a soft monsteras clicking as you watch the figure move from behind the thin veil still not able to figure out what exactly you’re seeing. You take a deep breath repeating in your head it’s just Asmo it’s just Asmo. “Why did you leaving me like that?” Your voice coming out more fightedned than you had wanted.
“Go away!” The creature roared in a voice the sounded like your lovers but there was a tonality to it that didn’t sound quite right.
“No! Please just talk to me!” You took a hesitant step closer.
“Don’t come any closer!” He pleaded with you as you continued to move towards the bed. “I’ll kill you human!”
“Asmo please do you not love me?” You questioned taking another step closer.
“I’ll rip open you belly and gut you like a pig!”
“Please tell me what’s wrong!” You where at the foot of the bed now reaching up to pull back the veil.
The whole time Asmo continued to threatened you. “Damn you human! If you look I’ll rape you! I’ll slit open your throat and fuck the hole!”
Ignoring his warnings you threw back the veil only to be met by a black stinger pointed at your throat. Asmo was on all four, crouching back like a cornered animal ready to pounce. He used his now large black wings to cover his face.
Hesitantly at first you reach up to the stinger. Asmo released a threatening clicking from the back of his throat as you gently placed your hands on the appendage moving it out of the way. Despite his threats Asmo didn’t resist you as you moved to sit on the bed. He retreated to the head of the bed huddling up behind his great black wings to hide himself from your gaze. His stinger looming above the cocoon of wings, as a warning.
You studied what you could see of his body. His usually small wings were now at least triple their usual size. Their usually soft smooth texture replaced with rough leathery flesh that appeared to be torn and wounded at the bottom. He stinger looked to be that of a scorpions, black and shiny from the exoskeleton. From behind his wings you could see his familiar horns and soft strawberry blonde hair. Poking out from beneath he wings appeared to be the toes of rooster’s feet but with the talons of a bird of prey.
You broke the silence by calling his bluff, “are you going to gut and rape me now?”
“No, I don’t want to hurt you.” Asmo’s voice cracked as his voice came out in a choked sob. “I can’t hurt you, please just go away.” He wailed as his wings shook from the sobs racking through his body.
You’re anger completely vanished as his pained cries broke your heart. You crawled closer, now sitting in front of him. Gently you reached a hand out to smooth over his leathery wings. When he didn’t stop you, you raised your other hand to his wings. Softly you tried to open them so you could hold him.
In a flash Asmodeus had you pushed under him by the throat with a monsterus strength. “Is this what you wanted!? You wanted to come gauche at the beast!? Well here I am!” Asmo roared tightening his grip on you pushing you down further into the mattress. Hot tears fell from his eyes, wetting your face.
You saw him fully now, his teeth razor sharp and protruding from his soft lips. He stared down at you with his amber eyes against on ocean of black where the white should be. Under his normal eyes he had a ring of what at first appeared to be three black dots under each eye, but as you stared into them they blinked. He had six spider like eyes giving him a total of eight. Jutting out from his jaw were what looked like razor sharp pincers. His torso appeared rather normal, but as your eyes traveled down to his hips you could see the start of red feathers.
“Asmo…” was all you could choke out with his hands around you throat.
“No I told you not to look!” He cried but his actions betrayed his words as he loosened his grip of you. He eventually released you, sitting back on his feathery knees bringing his hand up to cover his face.
“I’m hideous,” he weeped, his voice growing rough from crying.
“I don’t think you are” you answered sitting up.
“Liar!” He accused, not moving his hands to meet your eyes.
You both sat there for a while in silence. Asmo lost in his self hatred and you letting him get his feeling out.
After what felt like hours you finally spoke, “can I touch you’re feathers?”
Asmo just whimpered in response, hesitantly nodding yes.
Slowly you moved towards him not wanting to startle him again. Kneeling in front of you, you reached out with one hand to gently stroke the scarlet feathers that covered his thighs and hips. They were soft! Unbelievably soft and silky. You hummed quietly as you combed your hands through his feathers. Feeling confident, you moved to bury your face in his lap. Asmo huffed out a sigh of relief, comforted by your closeness.
Carefully you felt you way up his torso, cautious of any change in Asmo’s behavior. But he lets you touch him, running your hand over his chest. His skin was as soft and warm as ever. Slowly you moved to place your hands over his. Taking them into yours, he allowed you to pull them away from his face. You both sat there holding each other’s hands. Asmo didn’t look up to meet your gaze, he face red and puffy from crying.
“Asmo,” you spoke, “please tell me what’s going on.”
Asmo let out sigh, “this is who I really am Mc. This is my true form.” More tear threatened to fall. “It’s a curse, our punishment for falling from grace. Normally we can control our form easily, but when ever I have sexual contact with another I loose control. I’m stuck like this until I get off. Normally I hypnotize my victims to forget my true nature but you!” He meets your gaze as he says this, “I can’t make you forget!”
“Asmo,” you moved a hand to caress his face as best you could with his pincer in the way. “I don’t want to forget any part of you, I love you.”
He began to cry again. This time you moved to sit on his lap so you could properly hug him. He wrapped his arms and wings around you, resting his head on your shoulder.
“So this is why you’d run away when ever I’d try to seduce you.” You hummed petting his soft hair.
“I’m sorry,” Asmo muttered holding you closer. “I didn’t want you to see me like this.”
“I thought maybe you didn’t find me attractive.” You confessed, feeling silly now.
“Do you think I would be stuck in the accursed form if I wasn’t attracted to you?” Asmo wanted to feel insulted but he knew how you must’ve felt when ever he left you.
“I suppose not. What do you do when you run away?” You asked fearing the answer may be that he finds someone he can hypnotize.
“I hide somewhere private close by and jack off.” He admitted, you might as well know everything at this point. “I just want to get out of this form as soon as possible.”
“Can I help you this time?” You ask.
“What?” Asmo looks up at you shocked by your proposition.
You blush holding the gaze of his 8 eyes, “Asmodeus, I want to have sex with you.”
“Ok,” Asmo consents, his voice barely above a whisper.
You lean in for a kiss, carful not to get cut on his sharp pincers that open up to let you in. Asmo meets you half way placing a soft kiss on your lips. You deepen the kiss pressing forward. Asmo carefully open his mouth to let you in, you gladly take his invitation carful not to cut your self on his fangs.
His tongue was different now, like nothing you had ever felt. His mouth felt like a mess of tentacles, swirling around your tongue and invading your mouth. A familiar warmth pooled in you stomach as you imagined what it would feel like for him to eat you out.
With out breaking the kiss, you reached down to feel between his feathery legs, eager to explore his foreign body. Asmo moaned into you kiss as you fingers found a wet slit. Feeling brave you ran you fingers over the opening, the skin was silky and soft. It didn’t feel like vulva, there were no soft lips or folds, just a simple moist gash. Pleased with his reaction you continued to stroke it as his slick coated your fingers. Confident now you pressed gently at his entrance. Asmo’s head lolled back as your fingers entered him. Slowly you began to pump your fingers in and out l. Asmo had no shame as he moan from you ministrations. As he loosened up and you fingers sunk deeper in to him. As you pushed deeper your fingers hit the rounded tip of something hard.
“Aaaa! There! Mc right there!” Asmo cried out as you rubbed against the tip of what ever you had found. As you continued, the tip started to push back against you fingers. It continued to push you’re fingers back until it was peaking out of his entrance. Encouraged by Asmo’s reactions you continued to rub the swollen tip.
“Shit… Mc don’t stop I’m gonna…” however instead of an orgasm, a new appendage burst through Asmo’s slit. It looked somewhat like a fleshy pink flower. Pink tentacles blossomed like petals around a darker pink stem of the tip you had been stimulating.
You reach for one of the pink tentacles, it responds to your touch coiling in your hand. You’re mesmerized by the foreign appendage and wriggling and squirming as if they have a mind of their own. They don’t seems as sensitive as the stem but touching them still made Asmo squirm.
“Ah Mc I need you, please let me fuck you!” He begged desperate for release.
Who were you to deny him after all this time you had waited for this moment. You wanted to move into a position for him but honestly weren’t sure what would be best.
“Come here,” Asmo reached for you as if he could read your mind. Carefully now he laid you underneath him.
“Are you sure this is ok?” Asmo asked searching your eyes for any hint of disgust of fear.
“Yes Asmodeus! Please I want you to fuck me.” You answered with as much love and excitement as you could muster with words alone. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss him on the nose.
Asmo lined himself up with your entrance. You suck in a breath as you feel how large he truly was in this form.
“What’s wrong?” Asmo stops sensing your concern.
“Is it gonna fit?” You ask worried everything you both went through to get to this point will be for nothing just because you’re little.
Asmo couldn’t help but giggle at how cute you are. “Hush doll, don’t worry I think you’ll be surprised how far you can stretch.”
Before you could further voice you concern, you’re interrupted by the strange pleasure of one of Asmo’s petals rubbing your clit in circles. Another tentacle teases your entrance, barely entering you while swirling inside.
You fall back against the bed, “aaaa… Asmo don’t tease me. “ you whined.
“Oh? Don’t tease you?” Asmo cooed loving how desperate you were for him. “Is this better?” He asked as the tentacle playing at you entrance fulling enters you, coiling against your g-spot.
“Aaa yes there!” You moan arching your back. A familiar coil starts to tighten in your core. Another tentacle squeezes into your hole joining the other to stretch you. After giving you a few seconds to adjust another wriggled into you. You burn from the stretch but the pain is drowned out by the constant stimulation of the tentacles squirming against your clit and g-spot. It was too much, your mind went blank as your body began to shake. “Asmo…aaaaa….Asmo! I’m…. I’m gonaaaa….”
“What’s that Mc? You’re gonna what?” Asmodeus teased, adoring how fucked out of your mind you already were.
“I….I’m…..Aaaaaaaa” you couldn’t finish your thought as the coil in you core broke, releasing a flood. Asmo with drew his tentacles causing you to spray him with your juices.
“Fuck that’s hot!” Asmo practically moaned at the sight of you squirting for him. Your body went limp under him as you tried to catch your breath, over whelmed from your orgasm hot tears burned in your eyes. ￼
“Are you ok to keep going my precious Mc?” Asmo cooed, placing a soft kiss to your forehead while he ran his hands over you sensitive body.
You could only nod as the tears in your eye rolled down you cheeks, making a noise that sounded along the line of a yes.
“We can stop if it’s too much.” Asmo assured you as he lined his tip up with your aching hole. He starred deeply into your eyes. There was a storm of emotions behind his amber eyes: anxiety and lust, but also happiness and a love so deep it caused your heart to ache. As he began to gently push into your entrance, you pull him down into a passionate kiss careful of his sharp pincers and fangs. Asmo wraps his arms around your torso holding you tight against him as he bottoms out inside of you. You could feel a slight stretch but thanks to Asmo’s care you were properly stretched out.
Asmo started out slow wanting to savor this intimate moment. He rested his forehead against yours not wanting to loosen his hold on you. Despite his slow pace your previous orgasm had your nerves on fire. The gentle sensation of his member pumping in and out of you at a steady pace was enough to drive your crazy. A tentacle returned to its previous position, lightly stimulating you overly sensitive clit.
“Asmo!” You cried out your fingers digging angry red lines into his back and neck. You desperately tried to hold on but your second orgasm hit you hard. Asmo moaned at the feeling of your walls tightening around him as you came.
The sensation broke Asmo’s resolve making him now desperate for release. He began to fuck into you at a vicious pace. You kept your tight grip on his member, your walls pulling him in deeper. Asmo pulled you legs over his shoulder pushing you down into a mating press. You could feel the tip of his large member push against your cervix. Any pain you would have felt was downed out by the feeling of you third climax building. You couldn’t even think, lewd sounds poured from your lips as your mind melt from the pleasure. Asmo’s controlled thrusts grew sloppy but never slowed as he chased his orgasm.
“Fuck you’re so good Mc! Aaaa you’re so tight!” Asmo cried out. He buried his head in the crook of your neck as he tried to hold you even tighter. Asmodeus moan your name over and over like a prayer as he grew dangerously close to the edge.
With his release close, the base of his member swelled into a knot, locking you both together. The sudden strange sensation pushed you over the edge for a third time. The feeling of your orgasm pushed Asmo over the edge with you. You both cried out in ecstasy together as Asmo filled you with his seed. You felt impossible full as you abdomen swelled with his cum, his member and knot holding it in.
Asmo collapsed against you, carful not to crush you under his weight. “I love you,” he confessed trying to choke back tears that threatened to spill.
“I love you too Asmodeus” you returned his feeling lazily carding your fingers through his hair.
You laid together in each other’s arms exchanging sweet nothings until Asmo’s knot went down. As he pulled out, his body shifted back into his humanoid form. “Why don’t we take a bath?” He suggested as his seed started to leak from your used hole.
“That sounds nice.” You answered, letting him scoop you up in his arms far too spent to walk on your own.
You spent the rest of the night with Asmo caring for each other. Painting each other’s nails, trying out different face masks, as you fed each other snacks and wine. Later falling sleep wrapped in each other’s arms.
Bunny Kisses with Asmodeus
gn!reader x Asmodeus
this turned out even more adorable than anticipated! I hope you enjoy :D
You call Amodeus' name, grinning while approaching the demon, who's just finishing his makeup. He turns to you happily, and the freshly applied lipgloss shines as he greets you with a smile.
"Y/n! I was just about to show you this new shade I got!" he exclaims excitedly while standing up, closing the distance between you, his arms wrapping around your neck, eyes looking through yours for approval.
You stare into the perfectly done makeup, not even sure which color he is referring to, but you tell him you love it regardless. Asmo always looks good.
A wave of relief floods through his piercing eyes, and the demon's grin grows as he tilts his head to the side, losing himself a little in his thoughts.
"Something on your mind?"
Asmo pouts before responding, arms tightening around your neck a little, "How can we kiss without ruining my makeup?"
You can't help but laugh at his question, a visible blush blooming over Asmo's cheeks, his eyes losing some of their confident shine, turning into cute timidity, awaiting your answer hopefully.
"How about this," you grin while taking his face in your hands, gently pulling him closer.
Asmodeus' eyes widen slightly, expecting your lips to touch despite his request, but that expectation bursts in tingles when he feels his nose gently rubbing against yours. He giggles at the feeling, his body overtaking this weird sensation of butterflies in his veins, the kind of feeling only you could give him.
His face reflects an adorable mixture of confusion and amusement when you pull away, the tip of his nose still tickling a little.
"We call that a bunny kiss," you explain proudly, swooning over the set of giggles from your demon.
"How delightful," he responds, quickly pulling you in for a second one, both of you bursting with happiness. "It's my new favorite, Y/n!"
Kinktober - Day 10
[Asmo (Obey me!) + Comfort Sex]
Premise: Asmo’s exhausted and all he wants to do is cuddle and sleep for the next hundred years. But no one said being the incarnation of lust was simple. Dom!Alpha!Reader
Warnings: Allusions to slut shaming. There’s actually so little smut in this one lmao bye
You yawned and stretched out on Asmo’s luxurious bed as you killed time scrolling on your phone, waiting for Asmo to get home.
He was staying late at RAD to redo an exam he’d failed last week. Asmo was nervous, but you believed in him. Lucifer had threatened to limit his water usage if he failed again, so Asmo had spent the last three days studying with your help to ensure his bath time remained free from Lucifer’s clutches. He’d pulled an all nighter last night. He was going to be exhausted. Hence why you were waiting for him, ready to spoil him all night.
Speaking of Asmo, your phone started to ring, his name flashing up on the screen with an selfie of him eat ice cream that he’d set as his contact picture in your phone.
“Hello, my love, are you finished with your exam?”
“Yeah,” Asmo’s voice was quiet. He sounded defeated. “It went well, I’m just tired. Where are you?”
“Poor baby, I’m waiting in your room for you.”
“Okay… I’ll be there in a minute.”
“Alright, my love, I’ll see you soon.”
You ended the call and sat up ready to greet your tired mate with some good old-fashioned TLC.
Only a few minutes later, the bedroom door creaked open and Asmo stumbled in, looking like death warmed over. He had dark bags under his eyes, his hair was a mess, his lips were dry and cracking. He dropped his school bag on the floor with a bang and held up his arms towards you in the universal signal for a hug. Oh dear.
You didn’t make him wait, sweeping him into a well-deserved embrace while Asmo sniffed pitifully on your shoulder.
“Hush, baby,” you shushed him, running your fingers through his hair, careful to avoid the tangles. “Are you okay?”
“I’m tired,” he whined. “And I look awful. I haven’t been able to do anything but study for days.”
You cooed at him and wrapped your arms under his thighs and picked him up. Asmo gave a little watery giggle and wrapped his legs around your waist as he snuggled in.
“I think you need a nice spa session and a massage, but do you want some sleep first?”
“Yeah, as much as I want a bath, I think I’ll going to fall asleep right here if I don’t get to bed soon,” his voice was still a little quieter than normal, but the thought of a good sleep seemed to be perking him up a little bit.
“Sounds like a plan.”
“Can you pick out some pyjamas for me?”
“Mhmm,” you grumbled happily, snuggling under the blanket with your omega. “It’s nice and warm under here, huh?”
You and Asmo were cuddling in bed together, legs tangled, chests pressed together. You pressed a kiss on Asmo’s head and Asmo took a deep breath of your scent and relaxed completely at the familiar and safe scent, eyes finally fluttering closed.
And then you felt him getting hard against your thigh.
Asmo’s eyes shot open immediately.
“No, no, no,” he mumbled, pulling away. “I don’t want this, not now. I-“ he cut himself off with a frustrated sob. He extricated himself from your embrace and shuffled away, bringing up his hands to cover his face as he cried.
“Woah, woah, woah, calm down, Asmo, what’s going on?” You tried to keep your voice as steady as you could so as to not upset him any further, but you couldn’t help but let some of the surprise and confusion at his behaviour leak through.
“Why did I get this sin? I just want to cuddle, why is it always like this?”
Crystal tears were flowing freely down Asmo’s face now as he choked on sobs. Somehow his dark circles seemed to get even darker as you watched him breakdown.
“I ruin everything!” he sobbed, curling up into an even tighter ball.
“You don’t ruin anything, my love,” you tried to soothe him, but ultimately you weren’t sure what to say. “What makes you think that you ruin anything, huh?”
You scooped him up and tried to get him to settle back down next to you. Asmo leant into you but didn’t uncurl from his ball.
“I would take any other sin, I don’t want this one anymore! Everyone thinks that I have to be horny all the time, and look, they’re right!” he gestured angrily at the still present tent in his pyjama trousers. “All my brothers get to be other things too, but I need to be seductive and horny all the time, and I’m sick of it!”
As the yelling trailed off, Asmo just look defeated as he transitioned back into quiet crying. He’d obviously been keeping these feelings to himself for a long time, and you were sad that he’d never shared the burden with you.
“Here, sweetheart, lay down properly,” you said, pulling him around so that you were spooning him. “What we’re going to do is this, I’m going to get you off as quickly as I can and then you’re going to get some rest so that when you wake up, we can do a rose petal bath and spa session, does that sound good?”
You knew you needed to address the root of his issues surrounding his sin, but that was a job for later. Asmo was exhausted and addressing his insecurities would take a lot of energy.
Asmo hummed positively to your suggestion, nodded sluggishly into the pillow.
“Good boy,” you placed a firm kiss on the back of his head. “Now, I’m going to take care of this and hopefully calm your sin for a bit, just relax.”
You pulled his pyjama trouser down just enough to untuck his cock from the waistband, and after pausing for a moment to pour a little lube from Asmo’s bedside table onto your palm, you wrapped your hand around him and set what you hoped was a steady and relaxing pace, up and down.
Asmo moaned and sniffled, his tears seeming to finally be dying down as he enjoyed your gentle attention.
“You’re so beautiful, Asmo,” you cooed into his ear, swirling your thumb around the head of his cock and dipping your nail into his slit the way he liked it. “And not just on the outside. You’re so kind, so fun, so passionate about everything you enjoy. There’s so much about you that has nothing to do with your sin, and if other people can’t see that, then they’re missing out.”
“I love you,” Asmo sobbed, tears starting up again. “I’ve never had someone who made me feel like this before, I don’t want to ruin it because of my stupid sin!”
“You’re not going to ruin anything,” you whispered into his ear. “I adore you, every part of you, including your sin.”
Asmo was starting to drip precum all over your hands now, so you reached back over to the nightstand and grabbed a tissue so you could keep the sheets clean for your post-orgasm cuddling session.
You had initially been worried about subduing your own arousal when faced with the pheromones and scent Asmo was putting out, but the sight of your mate crying, completely distraught, had killed any libido you may normally have had. You were sad that he was sad.
“I’m close, alpha. Bite me please, please mark me, don’t leave me,” he begged, wrapping his soft hands around your wrist as he did so.
You didn’t hesitate, sinking your teeth into his neck and renewing your mark. As you did, Asmo shuddered as his orgasm ran through him. It wasn’t huge, it wasn’t powerful. But it was enough.
You caught everything with the tissue and immediately threw it away, pulling up his pyjama trousers swiftly so you could put this behind you and coax Asmo to sleep as soon as possible.
“There, all done,” you reassured, peppering kisses around his fresh bite mark.
Asmo didn’t answer but he turned around in your embrace and snuggled in like he was trying to make himself seem as small as possible. You grabbed a fresh tissue and wiped away some of his tears, grateful that Asmo had the softest tissues money could buy on his nightstand.
“Thank you,” he whispered as he tangled his legs in yours again.
“Of course, beautiful,” you gently massaged the back of his head to try and relax him. “You’ve earned a break. Get some sleep, I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
“Okay,” he said softly, pushing as close to your chest as he could. “I love you.”
“I love you, too, and I’m so proud of you. Sweet dreams.”
The Obey Me! Boys and the type of affection they enjoy the most
Brothers x MC || Fluff
So I was bored and wanted to write some more for the OM! Boys, and I love me some fluff sooooo... Also I'm really sorry but I don't really know how to write for Lucifer and honestly I'm not his biggest fan so this might not be very good lmao
Lucifer: If you find out his schedule, make sure to make life easier for him. Maybe you'll wanna find out how he likes his coffee and make some for him when you know he's coming back from a meeting with Diavolo. Give him a nice shoulder massage while he works on paperwork and watch as he finally relax for the first time in he day, pulling your hands to kiss them and thank you for being there.
Mammon: This man is so touch starved, please MC give him cuddles and run your fingers through his hair, hug him and kiss his cheeks. He'll act annoyed at first, but you'll notice him leaning into your touch almost like a kitty. He'll return your affection with gifts and make sure to seek you out when he's feeling down, specially if you confront his brothers when they offend him.
Levi: He's shy. Absurdly shy, but he'll open up to you as soon as you show interest in his hobbies. Watch him light up the room with his smile as he shows you his Ruri-chan collectibles, ask questions about TSL and softly lean into him while you watch him play. I promise he'll love it, and he might even offer to get some more co-op games for you guys to enjoy.
Satan: The best time you guys have together is in his room, in the most innocent way possible. You'll lay down in his bed, his head on your lap as he happily goes through his latest book, a tea set and some biscuits on the table next to you. You trace small circles on his chest with your fingers and boop his nose softly, he'll want to return the favour and sometimes you guys change places, but most of the time he reads out loud for you.
Asmo: Anything you do he'll absolutely cherish. But if you want him to really enjoy your time together, take him shopping or do a self-care routine, paint your nails with him while you guys wear face masks. He'll be sure to make you the most fashionable person with the prettiesst skin and nails in return.
Beel: COOK. HIM. FOOD. My man will love you forever if you show up to him with homemade goodies. Compliment him on his body shape while you sit on his lap and kiss his forehead, Beel will instantly melt with this. He'll make sure to show his appreciation and hug you tightly agains his body while praising you.
Belphie: Grab a pile of blankets and pillows and go to the planetarium with him, You guys can cuddle under the stars and you can whisper praise in his ear or sing for him as he falls asleep. Make sure to make him as comfy as possible and he'll be sure to hold you close, a smile on his face as you guys fall asleep.
Simeon: How's having your own actual kids?
Mc: Horrible. I never knew something could cry so much. It never stops.
Simeon: Oh, well, the kid will grow out of it eventually, right?
Mc: Oh no, the kid's great. She hardly ever cries.
Simeon: But I thought-
Asmo, sobbing while holding the baby: MC, I LOVE HER SO MUCH.
Okay, so I've seen the story of Asmo and Sarah, a woman he was in love with and killed seven of her husbands and I thought of this)
Asmo to Solomon: I guarantee you that I'll be MC's eighth husband!
MC: *overhearing this conversation*...What happened to my previous husbands?
Asmo: Nothing you can prove~!
my sins will be our downfall
GN Reader. All brothers. How his sin lead to your eventual breakup.
Warnings: toxic relationships, cheating, arguments, angst no comfort.
At first, dating Lucifer was akin to a dream. His pride wouldn't allow him to be nothing less than a perfect partner to you; always attentive and caring, making sure your needs were always met accordingly.
Slowly, it shifted. While he maintained his care towards you, something else loomed over; now, his pride cowered at the idea of his public image being tarnished for dating a lowly human - so the nitpicking began. You needed to do better always - your high grades had to be perfect, your assignments had to always be completed and in time, you couldn’t wear that, you shouldn’t go there, you needed to act like this - until there was nothing left in your crying heart other than a distant call for those ruby red eyes to look at you like they used to.
Like a clay doll, you were being meticulously molded into a perfect trophy lover, and when you finally snapped - it was already too late for the both of you.
Mammon loved you more than anything else, and that was the issue. The honeymoon period never left, only increased exponentially until every waking moment was filled with only him. His greed had claimed you completely, and you found yourself losing contact with friends, missing assignments, not practicing your hobbies - it was all him, him, him, constantly, cuddling and touching and demanding your full attention until you felt like you were drowning in his golden skin - and when you left, you could finally breathe again.
You thought you knew what you were getting into when you asked Leviathan out; your first mistake was to think that you could change him. In fact, his envy had gotten worse over time, culminating into a jealous paranoia that threw you both into a neverending cycle of ill-founded accusations and self-victimization until you couldn't talk to anyone else without Levi screaming about how you secretly hated him and was replacing him for someone better. Now, you were painfully aware of why people say to not love someone before you learn to love yourself.
Satan was, by a long shot, the brother with the most control over his sin. Countless millennia of anger management training had reduced his wrath to a rare occurrence - and yet, he was painfully aware that it was still there.
And it terrified him.
He’d wake up in a cold sweat, blindly searching for your sleeping form - absolutely terrified that his nightmare came to life and that he had harmed you. Even when you reassured him that if he ever tried to hurt you you’d stop him with the pact, he was still afraid. Afraid that he would target you while you were unconscious, or unaware until it was too late. In the end, he was the one to break things off - he didn’t trust you with himself, after all.
Asmodeus thrived under your love; he simply adored your affection, perfectly content in partaking in casual, non-sexual touches and sweet words - a side of love that he had never truly experienced before you. However, you cannot change the nature of a spear by using it as a walking stick.
It started with a stray kiss or two, then some not-so-appropriate touches, then some nights where he wouldn’t come back home, until the image of him with three other people in your bed was burned into your retinas.
He would always come back to you. They never meant anything to him, and you believed it, for you were perfectly aware that only you were the one being used as an emotional sponge. However, his pleas fell on deaf ears as you bitterly reminded him that it didn’t matter what his intentions were when he chose to throw away your trust.
If sins dictated the brother’s positions, then Beelzebub would have been Mammon’s twin. Gluttony and greed walk hand in hand, linked by the neverending need to have - in Beel’s case, it was the need to never lose you.
It was subtler than you’d think. Beel would never even think of keeping you all to himself, but he was always there. If you were out in the town, he would go with you. If you were alone, he’d check up on you - and if you didn’t read his texts, he’d come find you. You’d excuse him - he always had been a protector, it would make sense for him to worry about your safety! You’re a human in the Devildom, after all. But then again, you couldn’t remember the last time you were truly alone; it was only when you figured out that he would watch you while you slept that you truly understood that by keeping this relationship, both of you were slowly killing yourselves.
Your relationship with Belphegor was doomed to failure from the very start. His sloth wasn’t contained to narcolepsy - it was everlasting, his laziness covered by sweet words and warm touches, until you found yourself having to beg for him to do his chores - only to be met with an eye roll and poorly washed dishes. This, joined with his ‘youngest brother’ syndrome of always expecting to get his way led you two to many heated arguments - which you bitterly noted were the only time he wouldn’t be completely idle. And, when you finally left him, he didn’t protest, like you knew he would.
A/N: Be a writing blog, they said, it'll be fun, they said. Next thing you know I'm swamped with graduate school and 100 different OC's that my mind decided to make. Long story short, this took far too long and I'm ashamed. I wanna dedicate this to @warm-meelk letting me rant to them as I as running out of ideas q wq
Uhm, I'll post a pin of what I write and not write since I guess I'm taking requests.
Anyways, enjoy my self indulgent shit.
Warnings: Descriptions of gore, Emotional manipulation, implied cannibalism and just general no good bad behavior from the boys.
Demon culture is hard to grasp.
It wasn’t like good ol’ regular human culture. Sure there were some differences here and there but with enough practice anyone could work around them and possibly thrive.
But Devildom culture was another beast entirely.
Among all the dances, all the flirting, the parties and the cute touching moments, these seven demons didn’t fail to remind you that you were now the human master to the Seven Rulers of the Underworld.
And as your demons they had their own set of rules to obey.
As did you.
You put your backpack down and squat in front of the school bench, coming face to face with Belphegor as the other continues to sleep despite your face being a mere inches away from his.
“Hey. Sleepyhead. Wake up.”
A smile appears on his face as he barely opens his eyes to look at you, instead giggling as he pretends to sleep on while you poke his cheek.
“I’m serious. We are supposed to be going home!”
“Mmmm...I’m perfectly comfortable here, though.”
Always the sweet talker, Belphie takes your hand and brings it close to his chest trying to pull you in as you laugh and try to pull your hand back.
“Come on MC, let’s just stay a little longer. I just made the bench comfy.”
“And where am I going to sit?”
The demon hums before sitting up and pointing at the seat next to him with a trademark shit eating grin.
“Here. So I can lay my head on your lap.”
At this point you can’t help it. You and Belphegor may have had a rocky start but he had deemed himself worthy to trust. Honestly, you never thought about it too hard. It was just family business after all, you had just been caught in the crossfire.
Not really, your brain fills in the gaps, you’ve been manipulated into believing him and had been promptly betrayed once your purpose was over…
But he apologized, right?
An apology from a demon. It was a big step.
You take your place and smile as the Avatar of Sloth’s hair now covers your lap. Soft and lush, Belphegor yawns again and makes himself comfortable while you run your fingers through his hair while closing your eyes and feeling a soft, cold breeze.
This wasn’t so bad...
A rough hand shakes you awake, knocking you out of your dream.
“Wake the hell up, human!”
Startled, you hold onto Belphie’s shoulders and look up at an angry looking demon, fangs out and ready to use as they point a finger at the bench.
“We’re trying to clean the school grounds and you’ve been loitering for an hour. Get out already!”
Oh. Oh! An hour? You fell asleep on a school bench for an hour!? Belphie was starting to rub off on you, wasn’t he? Your hands gently shake your demon awake while you give the other demon the most apologetic look you could.
“Belphie. You need to wake up.”
“Belphie we need to go!”
“I don’t wanna--!”
The demon speaks up again, getting closer and kicking right under the bench where your backpack was as hard as he could.
“Wake the fuck up already! Go and play with your human pet somewhere else!”
Belphie sits up slowly as you stand up and grab your backpack, wincing when you open it up and see the mess of books, notebooks and pencils now either bent, cracked or straight up destroyed.
Oh well, easy fix. These notebooks were easily replaceable and pencils you could get anywhere, book like this on the other hand would be a bit--
“...Did they do that?”
You jump as you feel Belphegor looking over you, bringing your backpack close to you and hiding it from view. He frowns at your actions before tugging the backpack out of your grip and looking inside, face devoid of any emotion as his gaze goes from the item in his hand to the demon now glaring at you both.
“Belphie. Come on. They need to clean.”
“They ruined something of yours.”
“It doesn’t matter I can just replace it, let’s go--”
Your demon moves faster than your words, Belphegor’s snarl ringing loud in your ears despite how far he is away from you. The lesser demon barely has time to react as Belphegor grabs him by the back of the head in full demon form and yanks him back onto the bench, his bright blue nails now far larger than you’ve ever seen them before as they dig deep into the scalp of his victim.
Belphegor grabs your backpack and empties it out, your belongings clattering onto the floor as he tilts the demon’s head back with one hand while the other starts bunching up your backpack into a small ball of nothing but zippers and strings.
In your head you are already yelling at Belphegor to stop but your brain is screaming at you to run away as fast as you can while your legs don’t respond to any of the distress signals and remain locked in place, forcing you to watch as the demon scratches at Belphegor’s skin but fails to do any damage as the hand holding his head now moves to his mouth and forces it open with a sickening crack.
“You were acting so high and mighty before.”
Belphegor grins as he stuffs the bag into the demon’s mouth.
“What’s wrong? Did you think I would let you walk away from ruining my master’s things?”
The demon scratches his throat when Belphegor pushes the bunched up ball deeper into their throat, a gasp escaping you as you see the outline of some of the zippers pressing right against the inside of their skin and threatening to pop out.
“Haha, I never knew scum could talk. Maybe if I shove this far enough down your throat and then pull it out, I’ll rip out your vocal cords as well. Then my master won’t have to hear your ugly voice--”
It’s pushing. Whatever is getting lodged in that demon’s throat is pushing to get out and you can almost see their nose bleeding from the pressure that is being created as their hands slowly stop moving and one of them falls limp--!
The words die in your throat as Belphegor’s hand is wretched out of the demon’s mouth, the bag now lodged in their throat as their fingers twitch against the now half destroyed bench. The Avatar of Sloth looks down at the demon before looking back at you, shoving him down so that they hit the ground with another sickening crack.
He smiles as he stands in front of you, your eyes looking at anywhere but him as Belphie waits a couple more minutes before clearing his throat.
You can only make a noise, it’s almost like you are trying to hold back from swallowing your tongue. He calls your name again before letting out a quick ‘oh’ and smiling as he pats your head.
“That’s right. You have no idea how to be a master. Haha, I forgot.”
His smile is soft compared to angry trails of blood running down his arms.
It takes every single ounce of your self control to not slap him away when he grabs your hand, Belphie leaning down to press your palm on the top of his head just like you had been doing before.
“You need to praise me...or else I’ll feel neglected...”
He closes his eyes and leans into your touch.
“And do something much worse.”
Praise? He wanted praise? For almost killing--no--he had just killed another demon in front of you in cold blood for something as simple as some ruined books! Your eyes actively refuse to look at the corpse a couple of feet away from you as your hands continue to run through Belphie’s soft hair, the shock leaving you to mutter a few words that you thought would be enough to satiate your demon’s bloodlust and keep you safe.
“Good...Good job Belphie…Thank you.”
Your demon smiled, letting out a soft hum as you two walked hand in hand back to the House of Lamentation.
He had a nap to catch up to.
“You’ll like it.”
A bat’s eyes stares up at you as you do your best to not stare back.
“MC, just give it one bite.”
You give the sandwich in your hands a squeeze and see the eyeball pop out--
“Nope. Sorry Beel. That's just….this isn’t for me.”
Beel bumps you lightly as you both walk down the rather busy Devildom street, people walking around with several prime Devildom snacks as the food trucks behind you work overtime to try and feed all of the hungry demons that were patiently waiting their turn. It was rather sweet of your demon to invite you to one of his few lesser known hang out spots, one even his brothers didn’t know about, so they wouldn’t know about Beel eating half of these food trucks out of house and home.
Turning around, you look at the two food trucks that closed down already due to being labeled as Beel’s favourite.
Those poor souls, well at least they get their food’s worth in cash with how much Grim Beel was throwing at them to get the food out faster. The memory made you giggle as you hand the bat sandwich to Beel and look for something else to eat--
A large hand tugs you back as a demon speeds past you with cash in hand, your back pressing against Beel's chest as he looks down at you in worry.
“Don’t stray too far away from me, MC. I don’t want to lose you.”
The little flip flop your heart makes feels light and fluffy, a smile creeping up on your face as you nod and hold out your hand for him to take, Beel smiling as you two walk down the busy street to make your way back home.
Until you sniffed the air.
Your eyes turn to the direction of the delicious smell, your stomach growling as you tug on Beel’s hand and point to the only thing that seemed edible for a human person.
A popcorn stand.
Purple eyes shine as Beel repays the favor and tugs you towards it, a Little D running the concession looking up at you two and grinning as he sees Beel.
“Finally! Been waiting for the star of this whole show to notice me!”
“Aren’t you popular~?”
Your hand pokes Beel’s side but the demon is already drooling at the mouth, holding up one finger as he looks down at the very simple menu.
“One gargantuan bucket of popcorn with Devilcheese topping and chupacabra butter drizzled on top--”
Beel nods, realizing he almost forgot his manners.
“Coming right up!”
The Little D takes out a rather big bucket and starts filling it out, Beel’s eyes not once straying from the deliciously warm, popped kernels entering the bucket as you take your time to look at the rest of the concession stand. As much as you would love to eat some of the popcorn with Beel, your hand was most likely at risk if it ever came near the vicinity of Beel and his food.
Besides, your demon would most likely finish that in 5 minutes flat.
So you scan the other items in front of you before shrugging and deciding on a small bag of pre-popped popcorn. This was more your speed anyway.
“Oh and can we also get--”
The bag gets snatched away from you quickly as another demon stands beside you, slamming down a couple of Grim on the counter as he makes quick work of the snack. You can’t help but stare as the demon grabs a handful and starts eating, his eyes meeting yours once he finally felt you staring.
“...did you want this, human?”
The question isn’t asked with any apology or remorse. It’s almost as if he is daring you to say something. Something inside you wants to call out to Beel to come help you deal with the less than savory Devildom interactions but you had 6 months left in this program...you needed to learn to stand up for yourself!
And by standing for yourself you meant saving your own ass.
With a grin, the demon laughs and throws a piece of popcorn at you.
“Good answer. At least you’re a human who knows their place.”
The piece lands on your jacket, your eyes rolling as you wipe it off and turn back to look at Beel.
Despite the sickening bone crushing sound as a spray of something flickered past your vision, nobody in the street seems to pay any attention to the now screaming demon behind you. You slowly turn around, looking down at the other demon now prostrated at your feet as the bag of popcorn was in Beel’s left hand--
And the demon’s arm was on his right.
The Little D blinks at the sight before frowning as he snaps his fingers at you, the demon’s screams now replaced with angry snarls and cries as Beel keeps holding him down onto the pavement. You put a hand over your mouth at the black blood now pooling under him and move away when the puddle starts growing outwards to you, your stomach churning and losing any sort of appetite you could have had at the sight.
“Hey human. I don’t care if one of your demons does this but mind taking it somewhere else? It’s going to wreck my shop.”
Wreck his--someone’s arm had just been ripped off!
Your eyes look to see if someone, anyone, was paying attention but the only thing you could seem to find were a couple of passing glances here and there as the rest of the Devildom went about its day despite the horrifying scene playing out next to them.
The Little D speaks up again.
“Aren’t you going to call him off?”
Beel’s usual friendly face is replaced with a calm anger as he stares down at the arm in front of him with a tentative look. He brings it close to his mouth, a similar string of saliva running down his lips as he opens his jaw---
He stops, eyes going back to stare at the way your legs were shaking and how much you were holding back from throwing up due to the smell of demon blood mixed with buttery popcorn.
“Scum like you aren’t worth eating.”
The Avatar of Gluttony drops the arm close to his victim, the demon quickly grabbing it and scampering off as you watch the droplets of black follow in his quick steps. You lean against the concession stand and put a hand over your heart as you try to calm yourself down and to get the bile in your throat to go back to where it belonged.
You jumped when you heard Beel calling out to you, your demon smiling as he took your hand and handed you the bag of popcorn you no longer wanted.
“This is the one you wanted, right?”
It was slimy. The popcorn inside was clearly not affected by the blood now sticking to the bag and your fingers.
“Or did you want some of mine? If it’s with you I’ll always share.”
That wasn’t the issue! He had just ripped another demon’s arm off and he was going to eat it--!
Beel calls out your name once again, smiling as he gets closer and looks down at you expectantly. You both look at each other for a good three seconds, the longest three seconds of your life, before the demon picks you up so that your backside is perched on his arm. A part of you was still willing to complain and demand that he get you down but he takes one of your hands and puts it on his cheek, kissing your palm while his tongue licks up some of the blood that had dried between your fingers.
“Did I do good?”
You can’t answer, the only thing you can do is watch as he presses another kiss to your hand.
“I heard human masters praise their demons when they do good…”
He nibbles on your thumb.
“Aren’t you going to praise me, master?”
A tongue licks right under your fingernail, trying to get to every nook and cranny almost as if he was savoring you--
Beel’s face lights up as he looks at you, eyes softening and bringing back the Beel you knew as you rub your thumb lightly across his cheek and do your best to swallow back the bile threatening to gargle its way up your throat once more.
“Thank you Beel...thank you.”
The touch of a master felt so nice, Beel thought, that it almost made it worth not eating what he had craved for in such a long time. But he was satiated with just this--the demon’s blood on your fingers tasted better than any topping he could think of.
You laugh as you feel Asmo wrap his arms around you and tug you close, the music thumping in your ears as Solomon chuckles at the image you two make. It had been a rough week for Asmo with the launch of his new perfume line, the plans he had for his pop up stores and then the collaboration he wanted to do with Majolish that was almost late in its release--but somehow it had all finished right on time in what had to be the longest five days in your life.
Being a celebrity in the human world was hard, you thought, but being a celebrity in the Devildom was much harder when you had to do most of the collaborations and testing of products yourself.
Maybe that is why Asmo brought you along, you guessed. In a way, you were providing him with emotional support and praising him every step of the way whenever he managed to get one thing done and immediately move to the other.
There were no breaks this whole week, either for you or for him, so coming to the Fall after the announcement of the collaboration with Majolish was like the cherry on top of a pretty piled up ice cream sundae.
Asmo lets out a happy hum as he presses a kiss to your cheek, pulling away with a loud smooch as he settles into the backrest of the seat.
“Everything got done on time! I can’t believe those jerks at the perfume company thought to move up the launch to Monday when they knew that I would also be talking to the palette company the same day! I gave each and every one of those executives my calendar! It’s like they can’t even read…”
Solomon shrugs and takes a sip of his drink, looking out into the sea of bodies on the dance floor dancing along to the music.
“You are becoming increasingly popular lately, Asmo, maybe they just wanted to get the launch done soon so they could start another project with you.”
The Avatar of Lust sighs and leans against you, cuddling close as you run a hand through his hair instinctively.
You’ve been doing this two or three times for the past five days so it's almost become second nature.
“I understand that they do want to get me into as many ad campaigns as possible, but if that is cutting into the time I spend with MC then they can just wait.”
His eyes shine when he looks at you, your heart picking up in speed as he leans closer.
“Right, MC? You’re all mine tonight?”
You can’t help it, Asmo has been working hard and you knew he thrived off attention so you just answer without thinking.
“As long as you don’t tell the other’s about it...I’m all yours.”
Asmo’s squealing and his arms wrapping around you cover up the worried look Solomon sends your way--
Only to be interrupted by someone clearing their throat.
It’s hard not to stare at the pretty demon in front of you. She is wearing a beautiful dress that shows off every asset from her hips to her chest, making it hard to concentrate on just one thing as she sends Asmo a shy smile. Her wings twitch lightly, letting you see the way the inside skin of her bat-like wings caught the neon lights and made them shine even more.
You still hadn’t gotten used to seeing succubuses and it showed.
Your demon unwraps himself from you and sits up straight, the other sitting down beside him and subtly pulling him close to whisper something into his ear. He nods and lets her go, the demon waving at him and heading out to the dance floor as Asmo starts stepping out of the booth the three of you occupied.
You can't help but ask.
"What did she say?"
Asmo takes out a pocket mirror and fixes his hair.
“She wanted to dance. I think I saw her at the pop up store today so she’s most likely a fan.”
He snaps the mirror shut and sends a wink your way.
“I’ll see you two in a bit~! Don’t miss me too much, okay?”
Solomon waves goodbye as you watch Asmo get lost in the crowd, sighing as you let yourself relax.
“He certainly kept you busy.”
You chuckle and put your drink down, eyes staring at the demons losing themselves to the song.
“I didn’t mind...it was nice to see him work so hard on something he was passionate about. I never see him try this hard at RAD so I didn’t know he had such a work oriented attitude when it came to stuff like his product line. Especially when it comes to organizational skills.”
“Did you see his face when one of the demons tried to stock the facial cream right next to the body wash in the store? I thought he was going to have a breakdown.”
Both of you laugh at the surreal memory as the music slows down to a smooth and intimate beat.
Swirling his drink in the glass, Solomon's voice gets serious as he speaks up again.
“How much praise have you been giving Asmo lately?”
What...kind of question was that? Did he mean how much you had been praising Asmo this week or as a whole?
“A regular amount?”
There was Monday when you praised him with dealing with such a short notice change to the plans, Tuesday when Lucifer caught him trying to sneak away from RAD in order to talk to some other company that wanted to work with him and he ended up coming back to RAD instead, Wednesday was a day full of praise because you got to see Asmo’s work ethic first hand with the pop up store as well as how nice he had been to his fans, Thursday and Friday sort of blended together---
“You may want to cut it back.”
The beat drops low as the music gets more intense, the bodies on the floor grinding against each other as Solomon puts his drink down and makes an effort to look you in the eyes.
“Asmo hasn’t had a master like you before. You tend to be free and open with your affection and to a demon that is--”
“Sol, I'm not their master. I'm their friend. ”
You didn't want to explain this to Solomon again. The title of master was so pretentious, just because you shared a pact with the seven Lords of Hell didn't mean you could boss them around! And you didn't want to order them around in the first place!
The brothers were your family, Asmo was your family and you'd be damned if anyone tried to put you in a level above them.
Surprise is the first reaction you see in his eyes before Solomon concedes and drinks the rest of his cocktail, gently placing the glass down and sending you an understanding smile.
"The brothers really got lucky when they got you, didn't they? A human who is kind even to a demon."
He taps the table with his hand and stands up, a hand going up to stop you when you copy his movements.
"I'm sure Asmo will want to keep you here for a bit more. I think I can make my way to Purgatory Hall by myself."
Well, now you feel bad.
Solomon knew more than you on the matter of demons and pacts but you knew how to handle the brothers now. You’ve been with them a full year, that’s enough to know a person’s inner workings. You could handle Lucifer at his crankiest, Mammon at his craziest and Satan at his angriest. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to know more about pacts, it’s just that what you had with the brothers, what you had with Asmo, went beyond that--
Your view of the club is cut off as you feel a pair of hands cover your eyes.
Fight and flight instincts are subdued when you recognize the voice, your body relaxing and smiling as you touch the demon’s hand to pry it away--only to feel something warm and wet covering his skin.
It's strange how quickly you’ve come to recognize the smell of demonic blood. The brothers had done their best to hide that side of the Devildom for you but you caught glimpses of the violence here and there. It was a demon’s nature, you supposed, but the strong odor always made your eyes tear up.
So having the smell so close to you now, it was making you dizzy and keeping you rooted to your spot.
"Oh? MC you are all tensed up--ah."
The tilt in his voice changes as Asmo pulls his hands away so you could blink away the spots dancing around your eyes.
"Do I smell bad, MC?"
You waste no time standing up, turning around and then walking behind the booth, pupils shrinking as you see the black liquid running from Asmo's arm all the way to the very tip of his fingers. Whatever isn't soaked up by Asmo's jacket drips onto the floor, each drop heavy and messy as they littered the flashing floor.
"I probably do to a human, huh? The feeling alone is disgusting--"
"Asmo what happened?!”
Why was he bleeding so much? There were no cuts in his jacket and he didn’t seem to be freaking out. Did something happen in the dancefloor, had someone tried to attack him--why wasn’t he more alarmed!? You stop investigating his arm when Asmo coos at you as he takes your hand and intertwines it with yours.
“Always so cute~ Are you worried for me, MC?”
“Yes?! Did you get into a fight--?”
A blood stained finger taps your lips, Asmo letting out a sly grin as he leans close to whisper into your ear.
“It isn’t mine, darling, you don’t need to worry so much.”
Your hands try to tug away from his when he speaks but he keeps you close, his other hand wrapping around your waist as he forces your attention on his voice and his voice alone.
“The succubus I was dancing with? She was a bit...rude. I don’t know why she started making such accusatory comments about you keeping me all to yourself and not letting me pay attention to my fans, but she just let her mouth run anyway. She started saying such mean things about you, MC, I just couldn’t take it.”
He lets out a happy sigh, as if satisfied with the decision he had taken as he buries his face in your shoulder.
“So I just ripped one of her wings off to warn her. I didn’t think she’d spray this much out--ruined my entire outfit.”
Asmo presses a kiss to your neck as you try to pull away again but can only budge from his hold as he starts swaying you to the music.
“Hehe, I did a good thing, didn’t I? What is it Levi says? I protected your honor?”
His fingernails seem to almost dig into your back, your body now barely feeling like yours as you let Asmo move you side to side as the music switches to a love song from the human world.
“So shouldn’t I get some praise, master?”
You can’t breathe. It’s not just Asmo pulling you close as you feel yourself sag in his arms with how tightly he is holding you, you can’t breathe because of his confession and just how stupid you could be.
Solomon didn’t praise Asmo as much, in fact he was stricter with Asmo than the other demons you knew he had a pact with, and you had just blown off any sort of advice because you thought that you and the brothers were the same.
“Masteeeer~ Tell me something good...please~”
His words are no longer coherent but just mumbles as you feel him breathing you in as the music grows louder and louder and his grip grows tighter and tighter.
Asmo grins as he feels two hands embrace him, burying your face in his chest as you let him move you in whatever way he wants.
“...thank you...thank you for protecting me…”
He lets out a pleased sigh as he feels your arm rub his back up and down, his mouth opening up to lick and bite at the skin you were so carelessly letting him be so close but stopping himself. It wouldn’t make sense to worship his master with all this blood on one side of him. Words of praise were enough for now.
Once they get back to the House of Lamentation, he’ll ask for a different kind of reward~
Demons do not necessarily have to please their masters but the stronger the connection the stronger the need to make their devotion shown. It is important that the connection between a demon and their master stays one of giving and taking. If the balance is shifted, the human or the demon may lose control of the pact entirely, leaving the remaining party to act irrationally. Just remember:
Your master is temporary.
What exists between you and your master is temporary.
Humans stay with humans, demons stay with demons.
You read the passage a couple more times and then take a peek at the blonde in front of you, blinking when you see Satan meeting your eyes. Both of you look at each other before he breaks first, smiling as he puts his book down and speaks up.
“How are you holding up?”
Looking down at your notes, you blink at the lack of writing on the page. You two had been studying here for an hour for your Pactology exam but your eyes had just been stuck on that passage since you first opened the book. You weren’t going to be forward enough to say that Satan was in love with you but you could admit that the feelings between him and you had certainly grown.
“I’m good just...studying, you know?”
In fact, it had been that way with all of the brothers.
You weren’t necessarily friends but also not necessarily lovers. All of it was just a convoluted mess that all of you preferred to not give a name because of just how complicated it was.
Yet Satan had always been a bit more straightforward with you.
The rather direct straight messages, the always polite yet flirty attitude, the secret glances he thought you wouldn’t notice that used to make you laugh but now they made you worry.
Were you being too lenient?
The book was set up as a case study so there were some pages filled with stories about demons who had done atrocious things in order to please their masters in the name of 'love'. Some demons had killed entire royalty lines while others had topped over governments and kingdoms. It wasn’t necessarily spoken as if it was a bad thing, what a demon did when they were in love, it was just spoken as a sort of ‘warning’ that most demons should be the level headed ones in the pact relationship.
Lest they wish to be subjugated to a unilateral pact rather than a bilateral one, all for 'love'.
But maybe you didn't need to worry about that? The stories they spoke of were of some sort of twisted devotion a demon could have for their master! The brothers weren’t devoted to you like that. Satan still teased you from time to time and he knew you were still working your way around having seven pacts. Why would he be devoted to a human like yourself? Why would any of them be devoted to you in such a way!
You close the book as your demon comes to sit down next to you, Satan putting an arm around your chair and sliding closer so he could look at your notes. He hums at the blank pages before smiling and opening the book back up, scanning the index for a moment before tapping one line and flipping to the correct page.
“The test is going to be handwritten so you have to make sure you can explain this case in detail--”
He flips back a couple pages, not noticing you looking at him as he clicks his tongue when he finds it.
“And this one as well. If you know these two by the time the test rolls around you should be fine, these are the professors favourite cases so they are bound to be on there--"
“Satan, how do you feel about me?”
Surprised wouldn't begin to cover what he looks like. Satan pulls away slightly to get a better look at you and then smiles as he tucks a stray piece of hair over your ear.
"Why the sudden question?"
You can't help but blush, he always acted like this even in public. Were you enabling him, maybe, by letting him do this? But it felt so nice--
"Just...want to know, you know?
Satan nods before flipping a couple of pages on the book and stopping on the page you were reading. He takes a couple of seconds to scan the words.
"Humans stay with humans...demons stay with demons."
He blinks and looks at you, his eyes fixated on every involuntary twitch as the library gets even more quiet.
"Do you believe this, MC?"
You look at Satan and then back to the book.
"What do you mean?"
His expression softens as he clears his throat.
"Well some of these books were written a very long time ago and times change. Just like the Devildom changes. Look at us, we have a library now. One with computers and everything."
"And not one with typewriters?"
Both of you laugh, the mundanity of it all setting in as you feel yourself relax. It was the same back in the human world, afterall. Things changed, people changed, everything was in a constant state of change so why shouldn't the Devildom experience the same thing?
You weren't doing anything wrong.
"I'll find a newer version then--"
"No need. The notes I took should be enough. Besides--"
Satan scoots even closer and leans over the table to grab his notebook, smiling as his hand grabs your shoulder and brings you closer to him.
"We can just study like this. Since we are at the library we should be keeping quiet."
With renewed confidence, you smile and lean against his shoulder as the hand on the back of your chair pulls you in closer to press a kiss on your cheek. The next few minutes are spent doing nothing but whispering to each other about the exam and several other questions you might have had before Satan mentions something about grabbing a book he needs and how you just needed to sit tight.
Your eyes had to stop staring at so many pact symbols so the break was highly welcome.
Rubbing them with your hands, you miss the demon standing up and walking towards your table.
The tone is stern but surprisingly polite, making you pay attention quickly as you greet the demon with a slight head nod. They take a minute to look at you up and down before speaking again.
“Listen...I really don’t mean to sound rude but I really don’t think you should be doing this outside.”
You blink and look around you, trying to find the clear social violation you had crossed, which only made the demon roll their eyes and tap their finger on the table to bring back your attention.
“I meant the affection, human. I understand that Lord Satan is proud or whatever of having you as his master but that sort of praise should be kept private. If you want to subjugate your demon like that, please do so where none of us can see---”
The liquid that hits your face is warm, disgustingly warm, that you immediately put a hand over your eyes and hiss at the small stinging sensation it seems to be leaving behind. A scream, far too close to you, makes you jump from your seat as you rub at your eyes furiously with your sleeve in order to see what had happened...or what was possibly attacking you.
You don't waste a second, you immediately react with your first instinct.
Your blood was pumping, your face was warm, every single hair on your body was standing on end as you finally rub and blink away the thing that was blinding you--
Only to be met with Satan's eyes shining as they look at you, a smile on his face while preening at the fact that you had called out his name, not once caring about the eyeball he was now holding in his hand and the demon kneeling in front of him gripping at the blood and skin that was now pooling and dripping down their face and to the floor while hazardously, screaming bloody murder.
Satan’s breathing is heavy as he throws the eye off to the side, smiling as he ignores the demon bleeding out on the floor in favor of taking care of you.
“What a shame, it got you all dirty.”
He takes a handkerchief from his pocket while his other hand went to delicately touch your chin--
Only to blink when you step away from him, his hand hanging in the air as he looks at you. You open your mouth to speak about what he had done, to give any sort of reprimand or punishment but the anger in your demon’s eyes as he smiled and tried to reach out for you again kept you from saying anything and only letting you close your mouth as his hand tilted your chin up.
“I was right. We should have just studied in my room. You shouldn’t have had to deal with someone like them.”
You can only stare at him in horror as he cleans away the blood slowly, licking his lips before leaning down to give your now clean cheek a brief peck.
“Aren’t you happy I was here to protect you, MC?”
Your eyes darted down to the demon on the floor, picking themselves up and running out of the library as everybody else continued working in silence, as if only a mild inconvenience had happened that had barely disrupted the atmosphere of the library.
“I did a good job, didn’t I? Getting them away from you..”
Why did no one help them? Why did no one stop it?
“You even called out to me.”
Your heart stops as your demon takes your hand and presses his lips to your knuckles.
“What sort of praise will you give me, master?”
No one stopped him because that was your job.
The text flashes in your head, a note you had also forgotten to jot down.
You do not need praise from your master.
Humans do not realize it but their praise, due to the pact's effects, gives a sense of calm that is not present in a demon’s nature and can keep a demon subjugated and even persuade them to make the pact permanent. A demon will find themselves seeking out that praise indefinitely, leading to irrational acts of violence that aren’t stated in the pact and an increase in a demon’s possessive nature towards their master if praise isn’t given often.
Keep a level head and remember, you work for you and not for them.
Satan smiles as he feels your fingers on his cheek, wiping the blood away slowly as you try to continue the action despite the small thrum of pain on your thumb as you touched the now drying black blood.
“You did good...thank you…thank you Satan.”
It’s like he can breathe again, your demon thinks, with the way you are touching his hair and looking up at him. You looked so helpless and how could he possibly ignore such a cute look? He takes your hand and helps you pick the stuff strewn across the table, tutting at the mess the bug dared to leave behind on the notebooks.
But it didn’t matter now, his room was a lot quieter and a better place to study anyway.
If he and his master ended up studying at all.
FALL INTO DESPAIR!
You sigh as your fingers move against the controllers, your character gliding on the screen as they did their signature move and jumped back onto the platform with great ease.
Good thing this was just the practice stage, you were pretty sure you wouldn't have made that smooth a-jump if you were playing against Levi.
Another sigh escapes you as you look at the door.
Where did Levi even go?
What was the point of playing a new game if he wasn't around to tell you every single detail about it? That was the first reason you had bought Demonic Gear anyway, to laugh as Levi complained or praised a certain feature in the game.
This game specifically had been one Levi was extremely hyped to buy, even inviting you to wait with him outside one of the few game stores the Devildom had opened for the release.
The experience itself was one you had to take part in, Levi insisted as he dragged you outside, one that would take a normie like you and turn them into a hardcore gamer.
Which you honestly couldn't care less about.
You just liked seeing him excited.
Was it silly to say that it also got you excited as well? Levi tended to share everything with you when it came to his interests that it made it hard not to get excited as well.
And with how often Levi tended to put himself down for having no friends, inviting you to something he enjoyed was probably the biggest test of friendship he could give you.
One, you would like to say, you barely passed.
You look at your fingers on the controller, frowning as you tap 'A' to restart the match.
Waiting in line with Levi had been a good experience like you thought, he had a backpack full of snacks and even warmers for your pockets so that your hands wouldn't get cold.
It was cute when you offered to hold hands inside your jacket pocket so that he also wouldn't feel cold, Levi nearly dropping a full chip bag in surprise as he sputtered about how he needed to keep himself bright and alert in case the doors opened early--!
Only to mutter in a low voice how he wouldn't mind doing it for a few minutes, just as long as you paid attention as well.
You smiled and let his hand intertwine with yours while huddled close, smiling whenever you felt him squeeze down just to prove that this was in fact real.
Maybe that had been your first mistake.
The doors had opened earlier than they had advertised, people immediately rushing in as the line moved fast and hazardously--
"Move over, human trash!"
It was fast, whatever the demon did to make you trip, but you barely could pull your hand away as you felt yourself about to fall--
Levi's hands were rough as he caught and pulled you away from the sea of people, hugging you tight to his chest as the demons in line quickly shuffled into the store and out with their copies in hand.
By the time you two were able to go in, there wasn't a single copy left.
The walk back home had been quiet, a look of guilt on your face as you tell him that the moment a new shipment came you would go back and buy it yourself--
But Levi just said it wasn't your fault and that he was just happy he got to hold your hand.
You insisted on going to his room and playing a different game but Levi asked you to just wait for him there, stating that there was something he needed to do before he could be worthy to stand by your side again.
That line alone made you worried. He only talked like this when he was really upset about something.
Without waiting one second, you run to his room and search up the game on the online store. Levi was planning to spend this amount anyway so it didn’t matter whether you purchased it online or as a physical copy, right!
Who were you kidding? It mattered to him...and so it mattered to you.
“Maybe I can reserve a copy now? Surely the shipment will arrive soon--”
You jump up and put the remote down on his chair, smiling as you turn around to at least tell him about how you got him a consolation prize--!
Yet your gasp interrupts any sort of good news that you could give, almost tripping over yourself as you watch a small drop of blood drip off from Levi’s nails, the rest matted to the clothes of his demon form as he gave you a small smile.
All your thoughts are on immediately making sure he isn’t hurt, going to reach for his arm--but feeling your hand stopped by his as he immediately gets down on one knee.
“I took care of them, Master.”
“The rats that tried to hurt you.”
He looks up and you feel yourself back away, the hand grabbing yours tugging you back slightly as you look away from him. Levi had never looked so focused, his eyes never once breaking eye contact with yours as he switched from grabbing onto your hand to holding it with both of his hands.
“I saw their faces...the ones who did something so unforgivable. My instincts had told me to get rid of them right that instant but my Master needed my protection first.”
Levi presses your hand to his cheek and closes his eyes.
“But I followed their scent afterwards, the sick scent they had left behind on you when they got too close. They hadn’t even gone straight home to play the game they had stolen from us--they were just bragging...bragging about their foolish attempt to hurt you.”
He smiles as his hold gets tighter.
“But a fool always gets what a fool deserves.”
You remembered that line. The fourth book from the TSL series, the line the Lord of Shadows whispers to Henry before killing off one of the Lord of Fool’s messengers who had been sent to take Henry away. You remember Levi talking about how that book nearly had not been printed because of such a graphic detail on the description of the murder, revealing a side of the Lord of Shadows that fans may not have seen before…
The quiet and reclusive Lord, ripping the arm of the messenger clean off before proceeding to gouge out the inside of the stump with just his nails, the messenger only being able to scream in pain as the viscera gathered in a pool of meat and blood right next to his feet--!
Your hand twitches in realization as the blood burns your skin slightly, like when you put it far too close to the stove when it was clear that you needed to pull away.
“And better news yet, I reaped their spoils for you...for us…”
He shakily presses your hand on his head, his smile getting wobbly as a small trace of saliva slowly drips down the side of his lips.
“S--So please...praise me, my Master! Praise the good job your demon has done for you…! The Hero he has become for you!”
In your head, you remember the rest of that scene. The Lord of Shadows had turned to Henry with a nervous but victorious smile, claiming how he had saved his friend from being taken away from his side. Yet the book spoke about Henry's sudden and tiny fear of what the Lord of Shadows was capable of, his praise not born from gratitude but from fear of what would happen if he didn't give the once evil Lord what he wanted.
So you spoke your line perfectly and with what must have been the same fear that Henry felt as you gently ran your fingers through Levi's hair.
"My...my friend. My hero...thank you for keeping me safe...and keeping me close to you."
Levi feels his heart beat fast at your words, his breathing now ragged and heavy as he feels your words affect every single nerve in his body.
This...this was his first headpat! A headpat from his Master! Of all the items he could have possibly gotten from this quest--this was the rarest item of all! Even if he had to go and waste his time with some normie demons, it really had all been worth it! All for his master's praise!
Maybe if he begged enough...their Master would spend the night with him as well?
Your leg was bouncing more than you’d care to think about.
How did you even get into this mess? It wasn’t that you were unsupervised at any time during the day, Mammon was always the one insisting he walk you to and from classes the first few months of your pact with him so it was almost impossible to be alone..
But demon's were crafty and you had let your guard down while in RAD.
You look around and sigh, Mammon was really late.
It had been his idea to meet in this cafe, why was he the one late!? Your leg starts bouncing again as you look down at your phone and the rather glaring message that was from an unmarked number.
[You better not forget your promise, human, else we'll go after your scumbag protector!]
As much as you loved Mammon, it was getting harder to get him out of his debts nowadays. Not that you could possibly pay off any sort of debts that he had, you were sure some of them were in the millions, but this one had been different.
Some demons had managed to corner you outside of RAD, telling you that Mammon had given them a fake human artifact and how they wanted the 'real' thing.
You had made a face apparently because they told you it wasn't something that disgusting and that they weren't the kind of demons to 'mess around' with humans and how that was only for freaks.
They just wanted something of yours that they could sell.
Which, okay, you could do that.
"Mammon, where are you…"
They had agreed to meet you in an alley near the cafe you were currently at, one of the reasons you said yes to Mammon in the first place. You were just going to have coffee with him and then excuse yourself to give the demons what they wanted. It was going to be the quickest exchange of your life if only your demon would get here!
You grab your phone and shoot back a quick message, telling them to be patient and that you would be there in a few minutes.
The promise was getting harder to keep though.
With the ghost waiters staring at you and the other demons looking at you pitifully for sitting at a table all alone, you were starting to get more and more upset by the minute.
This was spoiling Mammon. Lucifer was right, you were actively spoiling Mammon at this point.
But how could you say no to him! Mammon may have his moments and, yes, he may have tried to sell something of yours but almost all of that cash that he seemed to get back went to get small presents for you and him! Your entire shelf back at the House of Lamentation was filled with little knick knacks he had bought you over the past few months and even the sight of them were enough to send your heart flying.
Any gift that Mammon gave you was stored and kept away at a very special place, both in your room and in your heart.
You weren’t shy about it either, any sort of jewelry he would buy would be worn by you the next day. It was met by annoyed comments and an occasional outburst as to why Mammon had such bad taste in jewelry but you knew that was the brother’s usual way of teasing you and him.
Your eyes go down to the bracelet you were wearing, smiling as you rub your thumb over the small golden links that kept it hanging around your wrist.
He had done so much for you, it was time you did this for him.
[Mammon! I need to go somewhere first! I’ll meet you at the cafe when I can, okay?]
Good thing you didn’t tell him you got here first and even better thing that you didn’t order anything. The chair scrapes against the cobblestone as you make your way out of the cafe, running down a somewhat familiar street as you try to find the correct alleyway.
“In front of The Fall and then take a left, in front of The Fall and take a left--”
You smile as the lights of The Fall greet you, illuminating the only alleyway that could possibly fit the description. Digging into your pockets, you pull out the artifact you were going to hand over and nod in determination.
“Hand it over and get out...nothing hard about that.”
Your hand goes over your heart as you try to calm it down while you turn and take the first few steps in--
The name escapes you before you can take in the image in front of you, a pair of blueish eyes staring at you Mammon’s leathery wings open up to hide the splatters of blood all over the concrete walls, but failing to hide the thing that he was holding in his hand.
A head. A head with a spine underneath that curved so perfectly, just like horns adorsninf the top.
The horns of a demon who looked so so similar to the one you had spoken to today--
His fingers immediately drop what he is holding on the poorly hidden pool of viscera strewn around him before retracting back to the fingers you were so used to seeing steal that it was so different to see them covered in blood.
"Why didn't you wait a the cafe…?"
And although you know it's him, you know that Mammon would never hurt you, your body takes a few steps back when he turns around to face you entirely.
Mammon in his demon form wasn’t anything new but your brain had equated it to match more serious events such as being in the Demon Lord’s castle or a dangerous situation. So seeing him in this form, with blood almost dripping off the leathery garments as he turns to look at you and calls out your name again in a worried but serious tone.
It was getting harder to fight your survival instincts.
He holds out his hand and you quickly recoil away, Mammon looking down and cursing when he sees it is caked with viscera and demon blood, the stench of it getting heavier the closer he gets to you. Quickly wiping it away, your demon wastes no time in meeting your steps as his hand goes to grab the back of your head and his arm wraps around your waist to pull you close to him.
“Why didn’t you tell me they were bothering you?”
Your eyes were stinging from the smell of death all around him, which you guessed was a good thing since you didn’t even know how to answer his question.
“When did they get to you...I was with you this entire week…”
It was like he wasn’t even directing these questions at you, just thinking out loud to himself as you feel his wings stretch out so that you wouldn’t be able to see the bloody mess on the cobblestone street--
A hand runs through your hair as Mammon hugs you tighter, your lips now pressed in a thin line as you hear vague whispers of what he should have done to them in the first place if they had dared to come and talk to you so openly.
“They shouldn’t have been around you, none of them have, nobody but me should be around you always…”
Your hand grips at his bicep as you feel his hold tighten.
“I had to protect my master...who else is going to protect you but me?”
He quickly pulls you away slightly and cups your face, your skin crawling when you feel the other hand he had fail to clean press against your cheek as he forced your eyes on him.
“You really should have told me something sooner...but I don’t mind forgiving my Master for something they couldn’t control.”
Mammon smiles and wraps his wings around you, so that nothing could possibly deter you from staring only at him.
“...I’m your protector, aren’t I?”
His hands fingernails lightly dig into your cheek as you jump when he speaks again.
“Say I’m your protector...please Master…”
It was fight of flight for you and the only way you could defend yourself was to soothe the beast in front of you with the words he wanted to hear.
“You’re...you’re my protector...Mammon...you always protect me…”
Your eyes never tear away from him as you copy his movements, cupping his cheeks and doing your best to hold back tears as the worry inside of you morphs into an awful dreadful feeling.
“Say it again.”
“You’re my protector…”
“Thank you for protecting me…”
Your demon lets go of your cheeks as you start to cry, smiling when he feels just how shaken you were by the whole situation. It must have been scary to be bullied by those scumbags, wasn’t it? But you didn’t have to cry anymore, your Mammon was here to protect you from everything that wished to take you away from him. He presses his lips to the corners of your eyes before hugging you close, reminding himself that from now on he would never dare to leave you alone.
His master deserved his protection, even if they didn’t know they needed it.
“Nice to meet you!”
You try to hold your smile just as you are holding out your hand, looking at one of the many Dukes of Hell that Diavolo was introducing you to during one of his many birthday parties.
Only for them to once again ignore you, smiling at Lucifer as they shake his hand and go back to enjoying the party.
“...well so much for that.”
You sigh and let your hand flop to your side as Lucifer stares at the guest walk away before turning back to you and offering you a sympathetic smile. As much as you wish you could return it, it was annoying to think that Diavolo had once again invited you to one of his many parties and decided to ignore the very clear fact that you were still a human.
And that most demons, especially demon royalty, tended to hate your guts.
No matter what you could possibly represent, you were still one of the races that they believed themselves to be superior to and no amount of smiling and hand shaking could fix that.
So it was annoying that Diavolo still thought that he could put you in those situations and pretend like there was nothing wrong.
“Did you see how she looked at me?”
“They were most likely impressed by your outfit, they had the decency to look at you at least.”
“They stared into my eyes for one second before ignoring me and being all smiley with you.”
You make a face as you turn towards Lucifer and give him your best aristocratic ‘I’m so much better than you’ gesture.
“Why Lucifer, you look just as radiant as the day we met! Would you save a dance for me later on tonight?”
Lucifer chuckles and takes your hand, leading you towards the stairs of the great palace.
“As much as I enjoyed the joke, I will have to let you go. One of the Duchesses of the Seventh Layer of the Devidom has asked for a dance and Diavolo fears she might throw an earth shattering tantrum if she does not get her wish.”
Your eyes look out towards the crowd as you spot the duchess in question, her eyes not once staring at you but almost drilling holes into Lucifer’s back as she tapped her fingers against her arm in anger at the mere thought of being kept waiting.
“Oh her? I like the hairpin she has on.”
Letting go of Lucifer’s hand, you go up the first few steps as Lucifer’s eyes remain fixed on your form.
“Yeah. I think it was a ghost lily? Either way, it was beautiful. It looked like it could go well with either long or short hair, those kinds of hairpins are hard to come by.”
You grin and turn to look at Lucifer.
“You think it’d look good on me?”
He doesn’t get to answer the question as you feel a rumble underneath your feet, both of you turning to stare at the fuming woman making her way towards you.
“That’s my cue. Good luck!”
Lucifer calls out to you but you are already halfway up the stairs, giggling to yourself as you realize just what your poor demon had to go through by being Diavolo’s second right hand man. That Duchess looked far too angry to be a regular demon, if you had stayed any longer she would have probably killed you right where you stood!
Well, not like Lucifer would let that happen.
Despite already being far away from the crowd, your smile stays on your face as you make your way towards one of the many balconies around the castle. The air is fresh and cool on your face as you lean against the dark marble to take in the view of the Devildom from Diavolo’s castle.
Whatever this had been, whether a cultural exchange program or some form of divine punishment, it was becoming easier to manage.
In fact, it had become a lot easier to manage once you had Lucifer’s pact mark imprinted on your left eye, officially making it the most prominent pact mark on your body. As much as you wished to believe that you had accustomed yourself to regular ol' Devildom life, Lucifer's pact mark had done most of the heavy lifting.
And that alone was enough to make you feel guilty.
The point of this entire 'exchange' was to lessen the strain of many years of conflict between the three realms and while Simeon and Solomon were pulling their weight, with Luke following behind rather dutifully, you had still struggled with basic demon interactions.
Until you got Lucifer's mark.
It didn't necessarily get better, but you were snarled at less by those who didn't want you there and that was enough to count it as a positive.
You press your hands against the marble of the balcony and let out another sigh. Didn't this just prove you were also putting pressure on Lucifer? Ontop of what he already had?
No. You weren't about to be a dead weight to your demon.
With how often Lucifer took care of you? And how much he said he treasured you? No! You refused to be a burden to him!
Shaking off the sadness you take in two deep breaths before humming and thinking of a way to possibly repay it back to him. You two dancing at Diavolo's party would be a bit too much for guests--so maybe you could dance here?
You grin and put your hands up as if you were with a partner, doing your best in imitating the basic waltz steps that Lucifer had taught you. Surprising him by offering to dance outside, with the moon shining down on you two as you thanked him for all he had done!
Best idea you've had this whole cultural exchange, really.
You laugh and spin around but a barrier stops you from making a full spin, hands grabbing your shoulders and keeping you in place.
"Are you enjoying the party, Master?"
Perfect! He had finished!
"Lucifer! I had an idea! How about we--"
The hairpin catches your attention first, the ornament being just as beautiful as close as it was at a distance yet speckled with something red against its shiny gold leaves as Lucifer held it up to you--
You push the hairpin away from your face as Lucifer smiles and leans into your touch, your left hand cupping the side of his face that had been sprinkled with the most blood. Your eyes go down to his collar and gasp when you see angry, red lines running from under his chin all the way to his collarbone, making his black shirt look even darker with the blood it was now absorbing.
And yet he didn't seem panicked, just smiling calmly as he holds your hand and presses it against the harsh wounds.
"Lucifer, we need to get you some help! We--We need to get Barbatos or Diavolo! Oh my stars you're bleeding so much--!'
"What happened! Is anybody else hurt? Why didn't you call for me--!"
You yelp when you feel Lucifer pressing your hands against the wound, the blood feeling wrong against your hand and skin but it does help from feeling the angry ridges from where the skin had been ripped.
"Do I look in pain?"
No. And that's what worried you the most.
"You...you don't but--"
"Believe me, these wounds are more than welcomed. Especially when they are a sign of how I protected you."
He keeps your hand pressed against his wound, pressing it closer and closer until you were sure that the tingling sensation in your hand was the feeling of it lightly burning your skin.
"The Duchess was just a pest as I thought but one good thing came from her corpse. I figured if a demoness that could run her tongue for so long didn't need her head to begin with."
The words don't hit you until you feel the hairpin pressed against your hair, feeling it clip into place as Lucifer adjusted it just a bit.
"No matter if short or long...I think this hairpin suits you best."
Lucifer smiles as he wraps one arm around your waist, keeping your hand trapped against his wound while he pressed a kiss to the tears now forming around the corner of your eyes.
"It's alright, Master, no need to thank me with your words. This should have been expected of me in the beginning..."
He smiles as he takes your other hand and places it on his shoulder, gently guiding you through the steps you had danced by yourself as his lips move from your eyes to your own trembling ones.
"Although it would be a shame if I had to go after another duke or duchess all to seek out my master's praise...it would be a hassle for Barbatos to clean up…"
Lucifer smiles as your lips quickly press against his, your entire body trembling against him as he continues to guide you through your little dance. How awful, you were probably cold from standing outside so long…
He'd be a waste of a demon if he didn't warm his master up, but he guessed that it would be appropriate to look for a private room first.
No need to let the pests see how cutely his Master cried for him.
Brothers or datables with an MC who’s given everyone but them a nickname? Or refers to them as endearments like honey,sweetie,dear etc?
finally calling them by a pet name
includes: brothers x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)
wc: 1k | rated g | m.list
a/n: this was such a cute ask and turned out longer than my normal ones! also we're back to fluffy goodness! thank you for requesting! as always, my inbox is open to chat or req!
pls reblog <3
➳ lucifer clears his throat. “was it something i did?” you look up, brows furrowed. “what?” “you obviously don’t like me as much as the others and i want to understand why so i can rectify my behavior immediately.” he almost can’t bear to look in your eyes, yet he does, nervous for your reply. “is this about the nicknames?” at his nod, you can’t help but chuckle a little, scrubbing your face with your hand. “i’m sorry that i gave you that impression. i just was hesitant to call you by something other than your name as it seemed like something you wouldn't appreciate. i’d love to give you a nickname if you’re okay with that.” lucifer’s stunned. that’s all it was? quickly agreeing, lucifer feels much better after your conversation and infinitely better next time you breeze past him with a ‘coming through, darling’.
➳ mammon pouts, watching you shower asmo and levi with pet names and nicknames. he was your first man, the great mammon, and yet, you never called him by anything like that. it wasn’t fair! noticing his sour mood, you come over, gently asking what’s wrong. “why don’t i get a nickname like them?” mammon whines. “do ya not love me the same?” for all of his theatricality, you’re able to see the genuine hurt underneath it all. “oh, no, mammon,” you say, sweeping him into a hug. “nothing like that. i just haven’t found one i like yet! that’s all, i swear.” reassured, mammon almost feels a little silly. of course that was all it was. it takes a few more days, but when you ask him to get you something with a ‘please, sweetpea’, he moves faster than he has in a millennium.
➳ levi can almost feel his envy like a physical thing, coiled hotly in his gut. he watches as mammon leans into your praise, the pet name no doubt sounding like music to ears. to levi, it sounds horrible. why doesn’t he get a pet name? is he not good enough? oh, he knew you could never love someone like him. too caught up in his pity party, he misses you talking to him and is only brought out of his thoughts by your hand on his shoulder. “hey, hon, are you okay? i called your name like, five times.” hon? is that his? it’s perfect. realizing he still hadn’t answered you, levi snaps out of it. “o-oh, i’m fine. can you call me that again?” “what, hon?” at his eager nod, you laugh. “sure, hon. consider it done.”
➳ satan can’t focus on his book, not with you right there, calling lucifer honey, of all things. the great avatar of pride, reduced to honey! it was laughable. sort of. as much as he’d never admit it, he longed to be granted a nickname, much like everyone else. in all of the books he had read, pet names and nicknames were signs of trust, of love, and yet, here he was, without one. snapping his book shut with a huff, he pulled himself up, storming out of the living room. “what’s up with him?” you ask, but he doesn’t hear the reply. it’s only a few minutes before you find him, though. he really should put some time toward making new hiding spots. “satan,” you say. no response. remembering what asmo had explained as the reason for satan storming off, you try a new tactic. “baby.” the creation is instantaneous. his face reddens, and he slowly looks over at you. “if you wanted a pet name why didn't you just say something?” he pretty much doesn’t hear you, his mind echoing ‘baby, baby’ back at him.
➳ asmo dramatically falls onto his bed, face screwed up, if he had to listen to one more minute of you cooing over all o the rest of those- those traitors, then he’s surely puke! as soon as you age them a nickname they were gone, firmly placed under your honeyed spell. and it wasn’t fair! he wanted to be there too, and he would go, happily, but for whatever reason, you still hadn’t called him a nickname! a knock on his door startles him, and a moment later, your head hesitantly pokes through the doorway. “asmo? are you okay?” childishly, asmo turns his head away from you, muttering a no. undeterred, you climb up beside him, flopping down. “what’s going on?” you wait patiently, and finally, when asmo explains the situation, you apologize. “sorry, i never realized. i’ll make an effort to call you by a pet name from now on. how does ‘gorgeous’ sound?”
➳ beel frowns, rubbing his neck. “can you call m a nickname like you do everyone else?” the question comes out of nowhere, and you gape at him, trying to see where he’s coming from. “what?” “you call all of my brothers by a pet name but you haven’t ever done that to me.” realization dawns on you and your face falls as you think about it, and yep, he’s right. you’ve never called him by a nickname. “i’m sorry, beel. thank you for bringing it up with me, otherwise, it might have taken me a while to realize it.” you hug him, and the situation seems much better in beel's eyes, especially when you continue to call him ‘handsome’ whenever you talk to him.
➳ belphie knows it’s fair, knows you have a good reason not to grant him with a term of endearment like the others, yet it still burns, something still aches inside of him whenever he hears one of the others get called ‘sweetheart’ or ‘cutie’. he wants, so badly, to ask you to give him a nickname, but he can’t, not with everything that’s happened between you two. your relationship just isn’t there yet, and he has to accept it. so he somewhat puts it out of his mind, meaning he’s not prepared when out of the blue you say “hey, pudding, do you mind passing the salt?” “me?” you laugh. “yeah, you. who else would i be talking to?” it’s a good point; you two are the only ones in the kitchen. he’s elated, of course, but really, pudding?
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Idk if you read Lore Olympus but chapter 129 gave me an angsty request idea.
So Persephone, who’s the goddess of spring, goes into a hibernation-like state and when her emotions go out of control, she ends up growing her hair really long and her body sprouts a lot of plants from her; to the point of covering her and whatever area she’s in with her plants.
So I would like to request head cannons of the Brothers reacting to an MC who gets really sad whenever the brothers insult or threaten them and after several weeks of being berated by demons it causes MC to shut down and go to their room but mistakes a comfort spell with a plant curse that causes their hair and plants to grow continuously long. The plants fill up MC’s room and while they would normally be surprised at the mistake, they don’t care any more. They allow the plants to to grow, even wrap around their neck and body, and hopes the curse kills them off before the brothers notice as they go in the “hibernation” stage of the curse (The curse causes the victim to grow a lot of plants and vines from their body until they die, which can take a few days).
I’m sorry for being so long and descriptive, I just wanna see the Bros panic and feel guilty that MC felt pushed to do this to themselves but I understand if you don’t want to do it
I don't read Lore Olympus but you described the situation really well so I hope this is something close to what you wanted.
Comfort spell gone wrong
Lately, nothing seemed to be good enough for the demons. No matter what you did one of them would find something to berate you for.
“Mc, your grades are subpar even for an exchange student. You’ll have to try harder in order to not be a disappointment to Diavolo and myself.” Lucifer warned over breakfast.
“Mc, you burned dinner. You should learn to be a better cook.” Beel grumbled. As if you had ever seen any of these ingredients before ending up in the Devildom.
Even Mammon seemed to be in a particularly unpleasant mood. A never-ending string of complaints about how hard it is to protect an ordinary human. “Geez, you’re such a hassle human.”
Taking refuge in the library to study and to give Mammon a break from you proved disastrous and nearly deadly. Somehow you’d managed to spill your cup of tea all over an old somewhat rare text after Asmo had barged in and startled you. Your string of bad luck continued when Satan rounded the corner and saw the soggy tea-stained pages you’d been trying to decipher. In his fit of rage, he’d called you several unpleasant names and asked if you were “capable of doing anything right or if all humans are as stupid as you?” You’d left as quickly as you were able to avoid any more of his wrath.
No matter where you went you kept walking in on Belphie napping and without fail he’d say something nasty to you, that would make tears burn the backs of your eyes.
Levi had angrily called you a “useless normie,” who he wished would “never come back.” and had pushed you from his room with a slam of his door.
Even Asmo who usually just ignored you when he was upset found every reason imaginable to critique your every aspect. Physical and personality. Not a single one of which made you feel any more than worthless.
So was it any wonder when at the end of a long week you’d locked yourself in your room and decided to try that comfort spell you’d heard Solomon talking about? It seemed simple enough. But then your tears had blurred your vision as you’d recited the words and your Latin was still shaky at best. But it was just a few lines! And there was no way you were going to go to one of the brothers for comfort when they had seemed perfectly happy to make you miserable for the last few weeks.
You’d read the spell aloud and curled up hoping that the spell would kick in and you’d feel even just the slightest bit better. The blinding green light and sudden drop in energy was the first and only warning the spell had gone wrong. But being new to magic meant it still sapped your energy, so you didn’t stop to think something might be wrong. By the time you realized what was happening, everything was out of control. Plants had begun to sprout from your skin and the floor around you, growing and growing. With each inch they grew you felt your exhaustion creep up and consume you. You were just so tired. Your eyes fluttered closed. This was wrong! You forced your eyes open again. You need to fix this. The spell! But a short nap wouldn’t hurt, would it? You’d have more energy after you woke up. Then you could go get one of the brothers. Satan would know how to fix this. Or Lucifer! He’d clean the spell up easily. Yes, after you woke up…
Lucifer hadn’t seen you all weekend. He figures you’re most likely studying. But you don’t show up for meals and none of his brothers have seen you either… and oh Diavolo! He can feel the spell from the dining room. How did he not notice sooner? The cold pulling sensation of the spell, like it was sucking the warmth and life from its surroundings.
When Lucifer reaches your door Mammon is already there. Knocking and shouting for you, but there's no answer. He all but breaks your door down, his brothers behind him, and finds you at the center of the spell. Unresponsive and covered in the plants using your energy to grow. The plants had begun climbing up the walls and twisting through your hair, sending out snow-white flowers.
“Beel! Don’t!” Lucifer warns as Beel reaches out to pull a handful of plants from you. “We don’t know what did this and what will happen to Mc if we just rip the spell off like that.”
“Lucifer, Mc did this to themself,” Satan points to the open spellbook. “It looks like they got a comfort spell mixed up.”
Fortunately, your last tired thoughts were correct and Lucifer is able to break the spell quickly. You wake surrounded by the brothers.
All this happened for a comfort spell? Because you didn’t feel like you could come to him, to any of them?
He’s so sorry Mc. Enough that as he leans down to pick you up out of the mess of withering plants you can feel tears fall onto your face.
“Nothing I did was good enough for you Lucifer. Any of you. I just wanted to feel… I just wanted-”
His heart breaks when he realizes this is his brother’s fault, his fault. “You are always good enough, Mc. Much more than I could ever ask you to be, and if I ever made you feel like you weren't. No, the fact that I made you feel like you weren’t, means I have been truly terrible.”
You’re choking back your own tears now and you curl further into his arms as he carries you down the hall. “You said I was a disappointment.”
“My dear Mc, you have never been, nor could you ever be a disappointment to me. Forgive me for ever making you feel as if you were.”
Lucifer takes you to his bathroom and draws you a bath to wash away the last of the plant matter from your body.
Afterward, he’ll bring you anything you ask for. He wants to wrap you in his arms but doesn’t want to push you, so he asks softly if he can hold you.
He’ll spend weeks trying to make this up to you, even after you forgive him, he’ll be sure to tell you how much he loves you more often than he did before.
Shit human! Why didn’t you come to him? He loves you so much and oh. He made you feel like a burden.
How could he be so stupid when he knows how his brothers make him feel?
Mammon begs for your forgiveness in front of all his brothers.
“Please can ya forgive me? I never meant to make ya feel like a burden. You're the only human I- I want to protect you Mc. I’m so sorry.”
Mammon helps you up and since your room is covered in plants he offers to let you sleep in his room for the night.
He wraps you in blankets and brushes the hair from your face with trembling fingertips.
There are still a few stubborn leaves sticking to your face and in your hair so Mammon takes a warm washcloth and wipes them from your face before gently untangling the plants from your hair.
You’ll be getting little gifts and tokens of mammon’s affections for the foreseeable future.
He threw you out of his room when you came to him for comfort and the guilt at seeing you almost die because of it is eating him alive.
He feels frozen
Maybe you would be better off without an otaku shut-in like him. He starts avoiding you like the plague.
You start to think that Levi is so disgusted with the fact that you did that spell that he doesn’t want anything to do with you anymore.
Despite this Levi still checks up on you. He wants to know that you are ok, he just does it without you knowing.
He’ll ask his brothers about you and discreetly glance at you during meals to make sure you’re eating enough and look healthy.
A few days later when your favorite and manga anime start showing up outside your door you confront Levi. “Are you mad at me? Do you just not want to be around me after what happened? Levi, I miss you!”
He is shook, and he can’t believe he messed up so badly.
He’s happy that he can invite you to hang out again, and he makes sure to spend long nights gaming or watching movies with you until you fall asleep against him. He’ll even stutter out how much he treasures his time with you, blushing fiercely all the while.
Satan feels anger swell up inside him. How could he have let this happen? How could no one have seen how upset you were?
Once the spell has been dissolved he is at your side instantly. Brushing vines from your skin. His fingers are shaking in anger but his touch is so gentle.
When both you and your room are cleaned up Satan sits at your bedside, book in hand, reading to you.
He just wants to be close to you now. He wants you to know how much he cares about you but is still too worked up to get his thoughts out properly.
Eventually, his thoughts calm and he stops reading in the middle of a sentence. “Mc, I am so sorry. I never meant to make you feel unwanted. Every day I spend with you is infinitely better than a day without you. I know the spell was a mistake but… we almost lost you. I almost lost you.”
He wants to talk about what pushed you to do this. He won’t push but he really does think that he will be better able to help you if he understands.
Satan makes sure to spend more time with you from now on. He makes a conscious effort to check his temper at the door and be with you when you need him.
Sometimes he’ll just read to you until one of you confides in the other in quiet voices.
As you blink your eyes open Asmo gently brushes some plants from your cheek.
You are so pale and his heart breaks as you flinch away from him. You feel like a mess and you know you must look like one too so curl your body away from him trying to hide. Trying to avoid his critical gaze.
This is the moment Asmo knows he screwed up.
He draws his hand back, for a moment, before reaching out to you again. Cupping your cheek and wiping your tears away with perfectly manicured hands.
Lucifer has him take you to his bathroom to clean up while the rest of the brothers work to clear the plants from your room.
Asmo is quiet for a long while as he untangles plants from your hair.
“You’re so loved, Mc,” he says softly. “You are.” he insists when you shake your head no.
“More than you could ever know, and it’s our fault for not telling you. My fault for not making you feel worthy.”
After this incident, Asmo wants to make sure you know how beautiful you are. He starts self-care days once a week that soon turn into whole family affairs. Each week different combinations of his brother attend and you all work to pamper each other.
Asmo makes sure nothing like this happens again, he never wants to be part of the reason you feel unloved ever again.
At first, Beel thinks you did this on purpose. Once the brothers realize you messed up the spell he is less angry but no less distraught.
Once you wake up, he wants to take you to get desserts. He’s heard humans eat Chocolate/ other sweets to feel better. And this makes sense to him, food does make everything better.
But you don’t want to go to Madam Screams or the kitchen to make your own. You’re still so tired. Not to mention embarrassed that you screwed the spell up this bad.
And now they are all staring at you like they care so much when none of them had any time to notice how they were making you feel before.
When you become unresponsive to the brother’s questions and apologies Beel scoops you up in his arms and walks away with you.
Something about the way he holds you close to his chest and his warmth causes you to finally let go.
You bury your face in his shirt to muffle your crying.
“I just… I felt so alone! And… I...but no one” you gasp out shakily between sobs.
Beel soothes you with soft murmuring as he gently cards his fingers through your hair and strokes down your back.
Once your crying quiets he starts to speak “Don’t do that again. You can always come to me Mc. I’m so sorry you felt like you couldn’t”
Belphie thinks it’s a joke at first. “Man, how could they mess up this bad?”
Then he sees Lucifer’s panicked expression and it hits him how serious this is.
Belphie is immediately by your side. Hands frantically feeling your wrist for a pulse.
After Lucifer breaks the spell and your eyes flutter open Belphie is filled with relief until a wave of guilt washes through him.
He can’t believe he fucked up so badly again. Sure this time he didn’t directly cause you physical harm, but he did play a role in causing you to almost die again.
“I am so very sorry Mc, I never meant to hurt you.”
He does everything he can think of to make it up to you. Anything you ask him for, as long as it’s within his power, is yours. No questions asked.
He asks permission just to hold your hand for weeks afterward as if he thinks you’ll come to your senses and decide you don’t want anything to do with him.
He wants to comfort you so bad.
To make sure you don’t feel like this again Belphie pulls you away to nap with him as often as he can get away with it. Most likely only a few times a week (much less often than he would like). Sometimes he uses this time just to talk with you. Others you really do nap, and Belphie curls himself around you. Occasionally he enters your dreams while you nap together to make sure no nightmares can touch you.
Hi and yes I’m want to see the other brothers reaction after y/n defended mammon
Original, Lucifer & Mammon
I normally don't write for more than 3 characters at a time, but these ended up being shorter than the usual hcs I write so I decided fuck it and wrote all 5 lmao
The Aftermath pt. 2
he’s really regretting the fact that he came out of his room. seriously, this is why he never leaves. the few times he does, bad shit always seems to happen
like all of his brothers, he’s a mixed bag of emotions.
on one hand, he’s envious. so, so envious. seriously? you got this worked up, expelled so much energy on Mammon of all people? Really? That scumbag? How could you do that? it makes no sense to him. and he’s jealous that out of everyone, it’s mammon that you seem to care about the most. that you care about so much that you’d use your pact to order lucifer around. that you care about him so greatly that you’d drag everyone else’s name in the mud to make your point, regardless of if you knew they were there or not.
on the other hand, he’s also drowning in complete and utter guilt. that he played a part in this... explosion of yours. that he was partially to blame for the pure and utter fury that encompassed your entire being. you’re his henry, his best friend, so to be part of the blame, to make you so angry at himself and his brothers? it hurts more than he can describe.
he never, ever thought he’d see you with such visceral rage on your face, such venom dripping from your lips. and he never wants to see it on you again, much less have it turned directly onto him. he doesn’t know how lucifer survived, and quite frankly he’s sort of scared to know.
so he holes himself up in his room, unable to cope with these clashing feelings. normally you’d help him, but he cant bring himself to see you. to dare ask for forgiveness. so he doesn’t go to you, and you dont go to him, and he doesn’t blame you. rather, he blames his brothers, mammon, but mostly himself.
if this were any other time, he’d be practically jumping for joy.
seriously, using your pact to order lucifer, avatar of pride around? to tear him a new one with absolutely no mercy? to go right for the jugular, hit every single of the few weak points lucifer has and do it without an ounce of shame? he’s regretting the fact that he didn’t bring his DDD to record the absolute raw display of power. he’s certain the look of pure anger that morphed into a cocktail of shame, hatred and embarrassment would make for great blackmail material.
he could drop to his knees and propose to you right then and there.
but this isnt any other situation. rather, he found himself and the rest of his brothers thrown into the one-sided dragging, and he could do nothing but watch with bewilderment and hurt.
he wanted so bad to barge in, to defend himself, but he knew based off of how angry you were that you didnt even know he was there. and how could he not? he’s been in your shoes, and the rage practically rolled off of you in waves.
it didn’t make him angry, that you spat such venom at he and his family. you’re a patient, kind soul. one of the most kind people he has ever met, someone who viewed him not as his sin, but as himself.
so to see such wrath coming from you? he knew that he and his brothers did something to deserve it
he would never tell a soul, but he was honestly scared. to see you order lucifer around, one of the most powerful beings alive? such a raw display of power and emotion? he feared for what you may do to him if such power was directed to him.
so he leaves. goes somewhere, anywhere, to get this unfamiliar mix of emotions out of his system. emotions he hasnt felt and does not know how to cope with. things that he would normally go to you for help with. but he knows that is not an option
his first thought is how that much anger is bad for you. if you keep looking like satan when his patience wears thin you’ll get such bad wrinkles! it’s so bad for your skin. he’s also concerned for your health, emotionally. surely being so mad isn’t healthy, right? especially when it’s directed at lucifer of all people!
once he realizes that you aren’t just talking about his older brother, but all of them, he’s in denial. surely you cant mean him, right? hes not annoying, he can’t make you this upset! surely not. he must have misunderstood you, or you said something in the heat of the moment that you didn’t mean. it had to be the only explanation!
but deep down, he knows the truth, and it stirs a silent storm within him that he does his best to ignore. it makes him reevaluate his actions, how he treats mammon. the things he says and does.
how could you say such things? he loves and cares for you so much, so for you to drag his name through the mud hurts him at such a deep level.
he’s also angry. angry at mammon. despite the whole ordeal forcing him to think about it, he falls into old habits. its a knee jerk reaction, almost.
how could you care so much about Mammon? the scumbag that only steals and drags his family into troubles of his own making? the scumbag that doesn’t offer anything good to the family, who doesn’t try and only cares about himself and whatever money he can get. how could you care so much for someone like that? why cant you put that care towards someone who’s worthy of such love, your love? someone like him?
but as he thinks, he realizes that’s why you’re so upset. so angry at him, at all of them. only looking at mammon from a surface level, putting him down and being such hypocrites, ignoring the good he does or his efforts when he does try.
it sinks in why you’re so full of rage towards them, the part he played in all of this. and it’s a harsh, unforgiving epiphany.
his first reaction is to try and help lucifer. he cant help it. he sees a member of his family, people he’s sworn to protect, and for a brief moment he registers you as a threat. and how could he not? when you use your pact over lucifer, to force him to obey, with such hatred and disgust in your eyes?
he truly thought you were going to harm lucifer, and he almost runs into the room to protect him.
it isnt until his brain screams out that this is you, that you would never harm anyone, that you’re the most kind and pure soul he’s met, that he skids to a halt, just as he’s about to reach the doorway.
at first, he tries to talk to you, to get you to stop, but you dont respond. you dont even react to his presence. no eye twitch, no muscle movement, no nothing. you dont even know he’s there, consumed in your wrath.
he then tries to approach you, taking a single step into the office, when you mention lilith. he stops dead in his tracks. his mind races and his chest begins to ache painfully.
guilt consumes him. is this what lilith would really think? sure, he never actively partook in what you’re talking about, but he also didnt do anything. just stood by and let it happen, sometimes even agreed. and the realization makes him want to cry.
you are speaking nothing but the truth, harsh and unforgiving as it may be. but it’s all true, and it makes his chest tighten. would lilith be ashamed? would she really look at them and hate them for the way they act?
the more he thinks, the more the thoughts and what you said replay in his head. he cant get you out of his head. you, who is usually so calm, kind and forgiving. you, with the look of complete rage on your face that sends shivers down his spine.
it makes his heart hurt, the most that it’s hurt in a long, long time. they must have truly messed up if they made you this upset.
he thinks about the events, what you said and how they ring true the more he thinks. he drowns in guilt, in sadness. so he consumes and consumes. binges the most he has in a while, coping with the emotions stirred within him in the most familiar way he knows
like satan, he’d usually be very happy.
i mean you, a human? ordering the avatar of pride and the biggest pain in his ass around? he could just about weep in joy. or laugh in his brother’s face until his sides hurt and he cant breathe.
honestly, he’s been waiting for something like this to happen. for your kind soul to snap at someone (at anyone apart from he and beel), but mostly lucifer. he’d love to see the look of shock and anger contort his features as a mere human bosses him around. see how wounded his pride gets
but alas, this isnt that ideal scenario
at first, he doesnt really care too much. sure, he’s kinda annoyed that his dinner was interrupted, but seeing you tear lucifer a new one is totally worth it.
though he’s also confused. why are you getting so worked up? its just lucifer lecturing mammon. this isnt anything new. why do you care so much? about mammon?
it’s when you drag he and beel into it that he gets angry.
well, angry isnt really the right word. he’s angry, yeah, but also devastated. and both emotions are directed at you and himself. its an interesting thing to feel, and he does not like it one bit.
but when you bring lilith into it?
he can only watch with horror as you speak her name. tell lucifer that she would be ashamed of him, of all of them. of belphegor. that this is what her family turned into
he’s in denial. no, he must be dreaming. there’s no way you, a person so nice and friendly and forgiving would ever say something with such hatred, something that was meant to hurt a person on such a deep level. you only act this way in his nightmares. it has to be a dream, some sick and twisted fabrication of his mind.
he knows that it isnt a dream, that it is real, but he’s stubborn. he refuses to accept it as truth, that he played any part in what happened. its not his or beel’s fault, its everybody else’s. he and beel are innocent, so how dare you talk about them like theyre at fault?!
but he knows the truth, that he’s failed his family once again, and he tries to deny it with every fiber of his being.
Asmodeous x fem!Reader
Warnings: non-con, alcohol, hypnosis, slight smut, angst
Summary: A new bar in devildom serves human alcohol. Super excited to get to drink with Asmo, Mc has a few too many. In her drunken state, Mc becomes vulnerable to Asmo’s infamous charm. With his beloved under his control, will Asmo fall prey to his sin?
A wave of relief washed over you as the shot burned down your throat and into your core. It had been months since you had been forcibly brought to devildom and months since you’d had even a drop of liquor. Well to be specific you had had Demonas but that weak shit only works on demons. But this was real liquor, real human world liquor! You could cry with joy as you felt the familiar warmth spreading through you tummy and up into your cheeks. Your head spun happily as the flashing rainbow light and booming speaker drown the rest of you inhibitions.
“How’s the booze doll?” Asmodeus yelled over the deafening music.
“Amazing!!! God I missed booze!” You exclaimed thankful Asmo-baby had invited you out tonight.
“How about another round for my cute little human?”
“Like you even have to ask!” You laughed as the bar tender handed you another shot glass. “Watch this Asmo-baby!” You yell as you lean your head down to the shot glass on the bar taking it into your mouth then whipping it back to take the shot hands free.
Asmodeus had lost counts of how many shots and drinks you had downed. As you toddled around the club clearly drunk off your ass he couldn’t deny he adored this hidden party animal within you.
The glossy look in your eye and the way your dress road up a little too high to be descent gave him a devious idea.
You found your way back to Asmo’s vip booth clumsily sliding in to sit next to him. “HeayAsthmobebe” you slurred your word looking up at him with a dopy smile.
“Hello doll, are you having fun?” He whispers into your ear pulling you into his side.
You snuggled into him far too gone to worry about pda. “Hellzyesh!”
You looked up into Asmo’s eye that seemed to glow in the dark club. Usually staring into his eye had no effect on you, but as Asmo starred back into your foggy gaze he felt the mental barrier you usually had was no longer in the way.
There’s no way he’s passing up this perfect opportunity. Asmo held your chin between his fingers lifting you face to meet his intense gaze. As you stared into his eyes a flash of pink blinded you, running through your veins and seeping into your very psyche.
“Are you ready to go home my sweet doll?” Asmo cooed still holding your gaze. You eyes were fully glazed over now, there wasn’t a spark of thought left in them.
“Yes Asmodeus.” You answered your master compelled to obey his command.
“Good girl” Asmo purred leading you out of the club.
Asmo had successfully smuggled you back to his room without rousing the suspicion of his brothers. Eager to enjoy the moment so to speak he lead you to his bed, sitting on the edge having you stand in front of him.
“That dress looks uncomfortable, why don’t you strip for me and make it sexy.” Asmo commanded as he started to shed a few layers him self.
“Yes Asmodeus” you responded to your masters orders. You stared blankly into his eyes as you began to pull your dress over your head. Discarding you dress, your ran your hands sensually down your body pulling down your fishnets. Leaving you in your lingerie.
“Ya that’s a good girl,” Asmo sign plaming the growing tent in his pants. “Be a dear and come sit in my lap.” You did as you were told straddling your master, settling you core over his erection. Asmo couldn’t help but rut up against you feeling your warmth against him.
You let out a small sign at the stimulation, it wasn’t the same as pleasure you felt when your were fully conscious and aware. It was distant, like a wet dream.
Asmo ran his hands over you body savoring the feeling of your soft skin under his finger tips. He wanted to fully enjoy this but the immanent threat of you sobering up and snapping back to reality hung over him. Usually he had to let his victims out of his hold but he had never had to get someone drunk to charm them before. He couldn’t risk you coming too and ruining the moment.
Moving things along Asmo unclasped your bra, throwing it to the side. He practically drooled at the sight of your bare breasts. Asmo took one of your nipples in his mouth holding you hips down to dry hump you.
A soft moan passed you lips, your mind still held hostage under his influence.
“Shit you’re so good Mc”, Asmo groaned, “I have to have you, lay on the bed.” He eyes dark with lust.
“Yes Asmodeus” you obeyed moving past him to lay on the bed. Asmo moved between your legs tearing you panties in two.
“Touch your self” Asmo commanded sitting back on his heels, freeing his dick from his pants.
“Yes Asmodeus” one hand moving to fondle your breast as the other moved between your legs. You switched between plunging your fingered into your folds and rubbing your clit in harsh circles.
Asmo pupped his dick as he watched your body react on its own to the pleasure you were giving it. You began to breath faster, your cheeks flushing red. Your moans growing louder as you grew close to your climax.
Just as you were both about to tip over the edge Asmo commanded you to stop. With out any hesitation or complaint your hands fell back to your side.
Asmo positioned himself above you, lining his tip up with your entrance. Before taking you Asmo leaned down to take your lips in a passionate kiss, but something felt wrong. You didn’t kiss back, you didn’t wrap your arms around him, you didn’t even close your eyes. His determination stuttered as he met you unfocused gaze.
“Mc I love you,” Asmo’s voice was soft now, a sickening feeling was growing in his chest.
You didn’t respond.
“Mc, won’t you tell me you love me?” The knot grew in Asmo’s chest.
“Yes Asmodeus, I love you.”
Wrong. Wrong. It’s all wrong. Tears welled in Asmo’s eyes. He doesn’t want you like this. Asmo got up from the bed, walking over to his dresser to retrieve something for you both to wear.
Throwing some silk pjs next to you on the bed Asmo commanded, “put these on.”
You obey pulling the pjs on never moving from your spot. Once he was also dressed, Asmo left his room returning with a glass of water. He held it in front of you commanding you to drink.
“Get under the covers” He ordered slipping under to lay next to you. As you settled under the blankets Asmo pulled you to his chest. He held you close petting your hair. “Mc I want you to fall asleep and forget this.” He whispered in your ear before kissing you on the temple.
“Yes Asmodeus” you yawned before plunging into a dreamless hypnotic sleep.
You awoke the next morning in Asmo-baby’s room and pajamas with no recollection of how you got there. You head was pounding but you tried to remember last night. All you could recall were lights, pounding music, the taste of your favorite liquor, and Asmo holding you. You can’t help but feel like your forget something important but you shake it off, you must’ve been fucked up last night and completely blacked out at the club.
Feeling you stir Asmo woke up. Rubbing his eyes, he placed a good morning kiss to your forehead. “How are you feeling hun?” He asked his voice still scratchy from sleep.
“My head hurts!” You complained sinking down into the pillows. “I barely even remember last night.” You giggled playing off how heavy you must have been drinking.
“Hmm is that so.” Asmo muttered mostly to himself.
You rolled over on you side to face him. “You must’ve had you hands full taking care of me last night. Thank you Asmo, I love you.” You leaned in to kiss him on the cheek before snuggling into his side to fall back asleep.
You missed the guilty tears the fell from his eyes and the crack his voice.
“I love you Mc.”
shapeshifter!gn!reader x Asmodeus; sfw
Asmodeus prefers cuddling you in your human form.
Asmodeus' delighted squeal wakes you from the peaceful sleep, your head lifting from the comfortable pillow your paws create. You barely catch a glimpse of Asmo's bright grin before he wraps his body over yours, laughing in delight.
"You're so cute, mc," he grins before releasing you from his improvised hug.
You look up at him silently, prompting him to start petting you with his soft hands. You can't help the purr flowing out of your throat, Asmo's touches something you've waited for all day, and he doesn't disappoint with his delicate strokes.
His manicured nails scratch just the right place behind your ear, the feeling making you lean into his touch, eventually causing you to turn over and expose your tummy to the demon. Asmodeus giggles at your trusting actions before his hands bury themselves in the soft fur of your stomach, petting the sensitive area affectionately.
You're close to dozing off again, feeling safe and warm under Asmo's watchful gaze and his loving touch, though another whine from the demon pulls you from the relaxed state.
"Mc, I wanna cuddle you properly," he pouts, sighing overdramatically as you look at him clueless. "I can't wrap my arms around you when you're like this," he clarifies, speaking like he's performing a heartbreaking theater performance, "and how am I supposed to push my head into your beautiful, warm chest, ahh~ mc, please switch to your human form."
You reluctantly stare at him, distantly noticing a few crocodile tears in his eyes before you decide to follow his demand and shift. You take your time, getting up and stretching before you jump off the bed and calmly shift into your human form. Asmodeus watches with great interest, and you can faintly feel the impact of his sin thicken out the room before he seemingly gets it under control and the pressure disappears.
You turn to the demon with a smile, asking if he's happy now, but Asmo doesn't bother responding as he pulls you next to him, his body practically melting into yours.