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devildom-moss · 1 year

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Ideal threesomes headcanon (the others)

Who pairs best with each character in a threesome? Who brings the best out of them or shows them the most enjoyable time? (none of the brothers are paired with each other - or with Simeon)

(NSFW)

Diavolo

Diavolo is incredibly versatile, and he’ll adapt to anyone he wants to bring into his bed (library, office, garden, kitchen – much to Barbatos’s disappointment and annoyance). A threesome with Simeon brings something otherworldly out of Diavolo.

It isn’t the first time Diavolo has taken interest in an especially beautiful angel, and he still isn’t over his first angel. Maybe he has a corruption kink, or maybe – at least in the case of Simeon – Diavolo just wants to use sex to deepen his understanding of another person. Diavolo finds Simeon confusing, and his desire to unravel his mystery extends to physical intimacy.

For all the effort it takes to get Simeon to agree to join the two of you, Diavolo brings twice the effort into pleasing you both. The fact that the experience is an exemplification of his goals – the three worlds cumming coming together in unity – and an opportunity to bring some small aspect of his dreams to fruition is not overlooked. As such, he is determined to perform to the best of his ability. If Diavolo seems giving in normal conditions, his hospitality is almost saintly in the presence of you and Simeon. He wants to show you what the Devildom has to offer through his body.

Diavolo can get extremely frustrated by Simeon in his day-to-day when he can’t seem to read Simeon’s expressions or intentions – in part because he wants to know everyone he cares for inside and out but also because it makes him doubt his worldview. If he can’t read Simeon, maybe angels are so fundamentally different that they can never see eye-to-eye perfectly. Diavolo holds that worry and frustration deep and hushed in his heart. Instead of voicing it, he takes out his frustration on you both sexually (in his own way), which often takes the form of making you both cum over and over until you’re too immersed in pleasure to think of anything. He gets drunk on the feeling of pride that swells in his chest when you and Simeon are moaning his name desperately.

Barbatos

As much as Barbatos can get annoyed by Solomon’s antics, he is still bound to him. Overall, he’s fond of Solomon, though – enough so that he probably would have sex with him without you (although, typically, that would be just so either of them can blow off a bit of steam).

The appeal of a threesome with Solomon is two-fold in that it depends on whether Barbatos is feeling more dominant or submissive.

If Barbatos is feeling dominant, he gets joy out of watching the man who tamed him crumble and submit to you both. The sadistic pleasure of watching Solomon the Wise reduced to a moaning, senseless mess at the hands of his apprentice and a demon under his control delights Barbatos. Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Barbatos adores watching you take control of Solomon, and he finds himself increasingly attracted to you every time he watches you handle the great sorcerer with ease.

Furthermore, it gives Barbatos the opportunity to showcase his sadism and dominance for you to some extent. He usually hides these sides of himself – often opting to submit to you. While any threesome might bring that out of Barbatos, Solomon encourages the most extreme reactions out of him (he would torture Solomon for a few days if he could).

If Barbatos is feeling submissive, he essentially switches positions with Solomon. He adores being used by you two. Between his pretty face and his eagerness to serve and please, you and Solomon have the perfect little doll to toy with. Even without forming a pact, Barbatos occasionally thinks of you as his master in a way. Submissive Barbatos threesomes elate him; the very idea of serving every sexual need of two people he is indebted to – especially two humans – clouds his head with lust. He does such a good job that Solomon can’t resist showering him with praise.

Simeon

Initially, having sex with a demon is daunting for Simeon. How far is he willing to fall for you? Far enough to lie with a demon? Apparently so. The first demon who comes to mind is Barbatos, and his intuition is perfect.

Simeon gets so flustered over how quickly he considered Barbatos that he tries to justify it. If Barbatos hadn’t placed his hand on the small of Simeon’s back the other day when he needed to pass behind him, if he hadn’t held his hand so he wouldn’t get lost at the market when it was busy or offered to help carry part of Simeon’s groceries when Barbatos already had a few bags, if Simeon hadn’t seen how gently Barbatos pat Luke’s head as he congratulated him on how delicious the new cake he made turned out – maybe if Barbatos hadn’t proved himself to be so caring and sweet, Simeon wouldn’t have been so receptive to sharing you or himself with the demon.

The main appeal of Barbatos and Simeon is that they adore doting on you (and others), and they get along better than most. Even in moments of silent interaction, they’re in tune, relying on their intuition and inherent understanding of one another to navigate. Their awareness and caring nature make for intimate and mind-blowingly fulfilling sex.

They’ll take care of anything you want – no matter what demands you make. Similar to the Beel and Diavolo threesome, Simeon and Barbatos primarily focus on your needs and pleasure (sans some of the playful goofiness or unintentional overstimulation due to an eagerness to keep going).

If you want to dominate them, they compound the other’s obedience and submission. Separately, they may show signs of brattiness and tease you back, but when they’re in each other’s presence, they are both quietly competing to prove how good they can be.

Barbatos mindlessly initiated physical intimacy between him and Simeon in your presence. For a brief second, Simeon’s moaning suggested shock before quickly adjusting to the pleasure of Barbatos’s mouth on him. After the initial shock, Simeon relished the opportunity to touch and be touched by both you and Barbatos – a sentiment that Barbatos shares.

Solomon

Solomon may not be able to secure a pact with him, but he relishes in the opportunity to at least get intimate with Lucifer, especially if he’s able to fuck that powerful demon senseless or watch you do it – anything to watch Lucifer get taken down a peg.

Solomon and Lucifer are extremely competitive, and when you’re involved, they start to get aggressive. Even the suggestion that you and Solomon are being affectionate is enough to trigger Lucifer’s possessiveness. There are even times that your involvement with Solomon makes Lucifer start to hate Solomon to some degree. Solomon knows this and loves it. Lucifer must respect him to get so obviously jealous, right? Similarly, though, Solomon starts to get aggressive when you spend too much time with Lucifer. At the very least, he will cover your body in love bites. This competition follows them into the bedroom.

Getting caught up in their sex-fueled feud is intoxicating and electric. Both of them are torn between a desire to please you and a need for one-upmanship. The tension in the room hangs thick and heavy – almost suffocating everyone, and you are the only one with the power to diffuse it.

Initially, it was embarrassing for them both to have to acknowledge how weak they are for you. However, they find comfort in the fact that the other is just a susceptible to your will. The first time Solomon realized this was the case in a sexual setting, he started to laugh, which was a complete turn-off for Lucifer (or so he claimed with his cheeks still flushed pink and his dick still hard in his pants).

You or Solomon will have to bring up the threesome, and even then, Solomon probably only brings it up as a joke to tease Lucifer.

Thirteen

Thirteen and Asmodeus make for such a fun and carefree threesome. In addition to being pretty, both Thirteen and Asmo tend to focus on exploring sensual pleasure. Thirteen does as she pleases, and although she can find it troublesome that Asmo is the same way, she respects him for how he prioritizes himself. Asmo has mutual respect for her for the same reason. Their personalities and that respect add to their sexual compatibility.

Neither of them is subtle about how much they care about themselves, and their confidence calls for (sometimes excessive amounts of) flirting. When you’re alone or in front of a few people that Thirteen wants to make jealous (all of the romanceable characters – but especially Solomon and the demon brothers), she will openly admit how much she wants you. If she’s feeling wicked, she’ll tell you exactly what she wants to do to you – which is how the Thirteen/Asmo/MC threesome came to be.

“You should come home with me tonight, MC. I’d like to test the acoustics of my bedroom, and I’m not loud enough without you.” / “Um, absolutely not, Thirteen. If you think you’re getting MC alone, you’re out of your mind. However, the three of us might be able to test the acoustics.” Thirteen casually agreed, feeling as if she received a free upgrade.

Where jealousy could arise in both Thirteen or Asmo, they drop it in favor of being open and easygoing. Instead of trying to reign you in and keep you to themselves, they ask to join in when they feel jealous. Using you as a focal point in the relationship, especially given that they already enjoy each other’s company, can blossom into more intimate feelings between Thirteen and Asmo. This is one of the few threesome pairings that could become a healthy polyamorous relationship where all members are involved with each other.

Just because they both prioritize themselves doesn’t mean that they aren’t gentle and caring with you. Getting those two together will have you drowning in sweetness: whispered words of admiration, loving caresses, stares overflowing with adoration. No one will leave that interaction without feeling worshiped and desired.

Raphael

Raphael feels a lot of sexual guilt – much worse than Simeon does. He can’t avoid feeling dirty and wrong for desiring you in that way; every perverse thought he has weighs heavy on his chest. As odd as it may seem (since a threesome might be considered more deviant), having Simeon there can ease his anxiety and unburden him to a degree.

Simeon is a calming presence for Raphael; he’s carefree and gentle, which can balance Raph’s uptight, rigid, and violent personality. Simeon has a way of smoothing those edges out that even you have trouble with. Although Raphael does his best to show you his softer side, he never showcases it more than he does when you’ve got both of those angels in your bed.

An “if we fall, we fall together” mentality is a savior for Raphael’s guilt – it even eases some of Simeon’s. Neither one wants to be alone in damnation – if, indeed, loving you in every way would damn them. As long as they have you and each other, both of them (especially Raphael) feel more prepared to handle whatever will happen as a consequence. Simeon was prepared to fall for you alone, but knowing Raphael would be by his side helps.

Furthermore, Simeon is pretty, so it’s not like Raphael minds. In fact, he’s stunned at how gorgeous Simeon truly is the first time he sees him arch his back and moan your name. Raphael almost gets overwhelmed when he realizes he’s going to be pleasured by two of the most beautiful creatures he had ever laid eyes on. Simeon, likewise, finds Raphael handsome. Moreover (although he’d never admit it), Simeon gets turned on knowing he can contribute to the pleasure of someone who has historically been so cruel to him. The idea that just a bit of touching could make Raphael so sweet and pliable brings Simeon a wicked joy. As such, he has a tendency to tease Raph excessively. It’s an additional perk for Simeon on top of getting to be with you.

Raphael is grateful to Simeon for granting him the opportunity to experience so much pleasure with you both without such crushing guilt – although he can occasionally stomach the guilt if it means he gets you to himself. Still, when he’s with you and Simeon, Raphael will come unraveled, messily switching between your lips and Simeon’s and moaning sweetly as if each sound he made was simultaneously and offering and a plea for mercy.

Mephistopheles

Mephisto and Mammon are the only two who are most compatible with each other. Mephisto’s personality can be a bit too abrasive to meld well with other characters. Satan and Diavolo would be decent matches, and if you don’t mind feeling like you’re being caught up in the middle of a hate-fucking, Mephisto and Lucifer have some appeal. However, Mephisto and Mammon in a threesome have the most to offer each other.

While Mephisto offers a good match to Mammon’s high energy, Mammon pulls the fun, playful side out of Mephisto more. The way Mammon thoughtlessly smiles and leans into your touch when he’s praised encourages Mephisto to relax and indulge in his own neediness. Additionally, Mammon’s submissive nature can affect Mephisto’s own role more than he wants to admit. Mephisto’s ego makes him want to prove himself as the better sub for you some days. Other days, it drives him to showcase what a good dom he can be, tending to you and Mammon so sweetly that most would never believe that was the same demon.

Initially, Mephisto gets a sick, twisted pleasure from fucking (or getting fucked by) Lucifer’s favorite human and his favorite brother. He strives to make you both call out his name. The way Mephisto gets such a sexual kick out of harming or irritating Lucifer, you’d think he wanted to fuck Lucifer (and he sort of does, somewhere deep and repressed). Nevertheless, Mephisto never expected to find himself thinking Mammon was so adorable, which makes him enjoy the threesome more and begins to overshadow his initial intentions.

He enjoys the challenge of simultaneously focusing on the pleasure of two other people. Mephisto is too embarrassed to admit it, but once, he likened the sex to an interview panel with conflicting personalities, and he was the reporter who was going to deliver the interview of the week. He’s such a nerd, send help.

(demon brother version)

A/N: I don't know how these came out even longer because I like the other characters a bit more probably and also the angels have me acting a fool probably. Anyway, I hope that you all enjoyed this two-part headcanon. Also, since I got them all up, I'd love to hear your thoughts on this idea.

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darklyndivinely · 4 months

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Let Me Love You

Pairing - Lucifer x gn!reader

Warnings - angst, fluff, talk of death, alcohol use.

Wordcount - 900+

A/N - Doomed by the narrative but choosing to keep going? I eat that shit up every time! Headers by @cafekitsune.

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“How long are you going to pretend?” you whisper, tracing the shadows the lapis lazuli-coloured fire casts across his face, sleek and wild and volatile in their density. “That this thing between us doesn’t exist? That I’m not hopelessly in love with you?”

Lucifer takes a hearty swill of the Demonus cradled in his hands. His eyes, lidded and opalescent red, connect with yours with the soft, lingering start of a violin solo in the background, and he tongues at the aftertaste of alcohol that lingers on his lips before saying, “Is this not enough? Being serenaded by my beloved music? Bearing witness to my delicate state?”

“What are you so afraid of?” You burrow deeper into the plush of the sofa, the conjoined dynamic heat of the fire, liquor and the outline of his body pressed against yours keeping your lips loose. “Death?”

"Only yours," he replies, voice deeper than usual. "Mine would be a miracle gone rogue.”

The cold of the floor has started to nip at your toes, seeping into sock and skin like algae embracing wet stone. The hearth sputters a burst of blue flame as if to soothe you. “Before or after mine?”

He answers in silence, loud and unsurprising. You shake your head and take a sip of your human poison to quell the uncertain thrill of your next words.

“...Do you, though?”

His eyes are frothing drops of blood in a sea of fire. They flicker infinitesimally downwards to your lips, then straighten, boring intensely into yours like a tantalizing still of the dawning sun that causes harm to the eyes yet coaxes the body to halt anyway.

“You know it.”

“And yet you dare not utter the words.” Disappointment unfurls in your chest like a weed in a flourishing farm.

He roughly pulls at his bottle, only to discover it light and empty. “Are you truly so greedy for those frail utterances to deliberately shy from actuality?”

"I'm only human," you spit, emptying your glass sharply, perhaps to draw attention to the liquor that evades his own flask. The subsequent burn in your throat then that seems to mimic the knot in your sternum comes across as irritating and deserved. "Spare me the condescension on days I grow tired of mute pining."

Lucifer swallows harshly, seeming to push down the words already half-formed on his tongue, setting his lacking bottle aside neglectfully. He abandons his seat and trudges towards his beloved liquor cabinet, plucking forth a bottle of Devildom whiskey which he then uncorks with his teeth and takes a burning swig from. The muscles of his shoulders, clad in his regular black shirt, are bunched from sitting in a cruel wooden chair gazing at papers all day. He lingers by the cabinet for a long while, head turned left to stare in a reverie at the creamy Devildom moon looming beyond the glass windows of his office, a psychedelic rock-esque orchestral piece providing the soundtrack for his musings. The hand clasped around the fresh bottle remains limp by his side, the neck tilted at a dangerous axis.

When he turns, there is an expression of resolution in his eyes. He rests the bottle carefully on the farthest edge of the table and kneels by your socked feet. You straighten in surprise, the sudden movement disorienting to your inebriated senses, and stare at the odd image of him there.

"What are you doing?"

He clasps a hand of yours in his and tugs it towards his lips, feathering upon your knuckles a sweet kiss, then presses the back of it to his forehead, where his black diamond might shine if he were to switch to his more primal form. It seems the thought of it occurs to him too for there's a gust of air that buffets you, two massive raven wings unfurling and curling around your lonesome figure, and the mass of his horns emerging to face you at an exposed incline.

He does not look up as he speaks, voice hazy with an encompassing mixture of regret and realization, "I did not say it, perhaps because it was I who lost sight of actuality within the confusing folds of past and future. You're here, you're real, and though you might say that you shall stay forever we both know you lie. We've wasted too much time already and I apologize for how much of that is a fault of mine."

Lucifer raises his head, his eyes just the littlest bit shiny, and slides your palm to rest over his chest, his beating heart a staccato of vulnerability and discomposure.

"Would you go on a date with me, my love?"

It takes a few moments worth of weighing the significance of the scene that has unfolded before your very eyes before the words come bubbling out of your parted lips:

"Yes. Yes, always."

He shifts forward, retracting his wings and horns and nudges his head into your lap. "Do not worry, I'll ask you again tomorrow."

"The answer will remain the same, Lucifer." You entangle your fingers in his silky black strands, bending over to press a kiss to the naked skin of his nape. "I would love to go on a date with you."

He smiles then, partially hidden by the turn of his head. If he circles a hand around your waist to trace a vague symbol against your lower spine and doesn't detangle from the heat of your body for the next fifteen minutes, then it's no one's business but yours alone.

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lizzaneia-elizalde · 2 months

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the way i gasped when i see you have obey me! as fandom you follow is so dramatic, no but i swear I gasped dramatically pinky swear!!

Your headcannons for Yan! Solomon because he's my husband. I love his enigmatic style and how he has "oops! just created another disaster but hey i also have the solution" energy and on the serious note that despite knowing he had very less chances with MC in original timeline he still had their back everytime. I love my Shady McWizardson so much i cannot explain it to you. When NB came i was like 'this is it. this is solo stans era and we are living our dream!' How they'd play house with each other has me kicking my feet!!

Alsooo,, who's your favourite OM character 👀

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Yandere! Solomon

GIRL I AM ALSO IN LOVE WITH SOLOMON HE'S SO SHADY AND LOWKEY YAN. Although he DOES need to lay off the kitchen like stop going there bbgirl-- ALSO, favorite OM character? With the brothers, it's Beel. I love my big boy, my himbo, my everything. Jealous and clingy Beel is a blessing that comes once in a blue moon and I thank last year's valentines event for that. Outside of the brothers, it's ironically Solomon and Barbatos LOL FAIR WARNING THOUGH, I'm not that far yet in Obey Me Nightbringer. I did complete the original Obey me up to 80, but that's it. SO THERE WILL BE DETAILS THAT ARE WRONG!No nsfw for this one hehe

You know how everybody says that no things and events are coincidences?

This sorcerer definitely and deliberately got you transported back in time to solo you.

You don't need to know that though.

At first, he indeed got a bit guilty from isolating you so suddenly and without a warning from your beloved demon brothers.

But the more he saw the beauty of you and him living like a domestic couple together?

It eased his guilt almost immediately.

Back then in the original world, he spent most of his time gazing at you from afar. Wishing that it was he who was closest to you.

Not those demon brothers that he can't seem to shake at all.

Sure, he became your master/mentor, but that's it. You never saw him more than that.

And it frustrated him greatly.

So he had no choice. I hope you forgive him for that :(.

Solomon definitely got more closer to you once you went back in time.

But it was still hard not to frown when he sometimes hear you cry in wanting to go back to the present.

So, he does his best to distract you from everything.

Solomon definitely manipulates everything to his whims if it means getting closer to you.

I can also see Solomon being nicer to you and a distant coldness to him when somebody speaks to him that's not you.

Two-faced Solomon is a thing i've been thinking about for quite a while, and it fits him so well.

If he had a choice, he would just keep you from rekindling flames with the past brothers at all.

But he's too nice for that.

That, and he can't afford your image of him to break at all.

People will warn you about him and how he's shady.

But you know him best! He would never force a demon on a pact at all! All of these demons only knew the sorcerer Solomon, and not him.

Oh he would definitely use tears also. He will not hesitate to do so once he knows tears are your weakness.

He will build an image of a mischievous but good sorcerer in your eyes.

And he will not hesitate to eliminate those who threatens to break that image at all

Both of you are human! Only you and him are all the both of you got. The others cannot be trusted that much.

Even the brothers! They're not your demon brothers that's for sure.

So only rely on him.

And only him.

Let's just say it was a bad day for Solomon.

He went back to the present and he can hear the present demon brother's bemoans of agony from not having you.

They were about to tear the whole devildom apart trying to find you.

Oops, Solomon didn't tell them. His bad, really.

The sorcerer society also decided to pester him greatly.

Then, there's Barbatos in both the past and present to bring you back to the present to not mess with the timeline anymore.

But Barbatos foresaw this already. So what's the point?

This only made Barbatos frown and say "He's gonna regret that."

Eh. He won't.

When Solomon went back to the hall, he realized you weren't there.

Strange, you're usually home by this time.

He asked the demon brothers, nothing.

He asked Simeon and Diavolo. But nothing also.

He even went as far to ask Thirteen, only to get a face full of octopus.

He's getting frustrated, not until he saw little Luke acting fidgety.

Oh. He knows where you are.

Unfortunately for him, you ran away from the hall because you figured out that he deliberately transported you here.

You screamed at him, asking him why.

And you started to question everything about him. About how if he's really as nice as he is, as to why he's so adamant on helping you, on how he knows every solution to everything!

Solomon can feel his whole resolve crumble. All his hard work down the drain.

Last chance to make this right...

He got on his knees, hugging your legs and crying his eyes out. God knows how desperate he was for you to believe him.

"NO! Y/N I SWEAR I DID IT FOR A GOOD REASON I CANNOT SAY!"

He made it seem like the time travel was necessity for your safety, that something will happen if he didn't do it.

The waterworks, and his heartfelt confession of finally admitting his feelings wholeheartedly, and that he never lied to you... It felt genuine (It's not).

And you, ever so soft on him, decided to forgive him that easily.

And he smiles, for he knew he got to you.

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years

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I saw your Obey me seeing MC's true form. I already Love it. Could you do the other side characters? Probably Solomon, Barbatos, Thirteen, Raphael. Definitely would love to see they're reaction when Mc reveals they're true form as a curvy Femine! 💕💕💕

Solomon

“Nice to see the curtains match the drapes.”

*he’s talking about your personality*

Anyway you just keep getting more and more interesting

Granted he may have gotten fed up with all the demons fighting over a pink sheep and may have used his expertise in magic and sources in the human world to see who you really are

But he definitely uses this to get closer to you

I mean who better to help you understand the nuances of having a human body in the devildom

He’s also intrigued by your sheepy bits

And I can see him tricking you or just politely asking for you him to poke and prod at your wool and horns

“H-hey Solomon c-can you just be gentle when you ah-!”

“Of course of course (Y/n) but you have to understand just how rare this situation is. Not to mention you're just so soft.”

Barbatos

“...Come (Y/n), I’m sure you’d appreciate some clothes.”

“Y-yes! Thank you!”

He remains cordial

As any good butler is

Having the ability to look into and travel into the future hides his real reaction

‘Didn’t you become just so much cuter?’

He’s silently hoping you mess up somehow so he can come, scold you or guide you the right way

“Sorry to ask for your help with this. I've just never worn stuff like this before.”

“It’s of no consequence to me (Y/n), it is hospitable to make sure our guests are comfortable.”

He’s not going to break his persona

He has too much control for that

But he can’t deny his immense pride when you happily munch on whatever he made

Or drinking the tea he fixes you

He’s more than happy to dispose of some minor demons stalking you or happily destroying the guests that seem to pose a threat you

Of course at Diavolo’s command

“Shall I dispose of the offending devil, my lord?”

(Source)Thirteen

“Huh!? You’re telling me that’s how you really look!? What a trap!”

She’s both amused and excited

What fun!

Her enemy’s student turned out to be so much more attractive than she originally thought

And wouldn’t it be fun to exploit that a little

Not to mention with your lingering sheep extremities

Your so much fun to scare

If only you’d walk into her traps more often

“Awwww come on! You couldn’t walk into my Dan the sheep stripper!”

“Wait, what is ‘Dan’ supposed to do?”

“Heyy you can be all sheepy but you can’t be stupid too.”

She is eating this up

It's all fun and games until her new favorite human is being hogged by those brothers

“Well guess I’ll just have to up the ante! After all its so much more fun to show how cool it is to be solo!”

(Source) Raphael

“Ah, another surprise from this human.”

He’s kind of unamused

But it means a lot more that you look more human as you try to be friendly with him

He takes you a little more seriously

“Do you need your wool?”

“Well some of it, why?”

“I want to see how close crocheting is to sewing…that is a human activity that requires wool doesn’t it?”

“W-well yeah, but you won’t make a whole lot with just the fluff on my wrists and ankles though.”

“..You have more on your chest don’t you and near your pelvis. I can sheer those-”

“WHAT?! No no! That’s not okay!”

“Why, you can spare some can’t you.”

It's his vague understanding of his feelings for you that has him wanting more

If you reluctantly give a handful of cotton he’ll eventually need more

And should he decide that your taking too long to deliver

I can see him making an attempt to get it himself

Which with your human body comes with its own idiosyncrasies

“Stay still. Do you want me to bring out my spear?”

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zeke-in-devildom · 1 month

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Dissonance - Chapter 19: Revenge Best Served

Zeke found himself humming softly to himself in the kitchen. A cookbook he borrowed from Satan was propped open in front of him. It was his turn to make dinner and he was attempting Babylon Curry. So far following the recipes and some minor assistance from one of the brothers had served him well enough to make it through cooking duties. He even found that he enjoyed cooking for the brothers, who always praised him for making the Devildom dishes well despite never using the ingredients before.

Beel and Belphie were sitting at the island counter - Belphie with his head down napping, and Beel munching on a large pile of snacks. Zeke had learned quickly that if he wanted to actually cook he had to make a lot of easy snacks to occupy the Avatar of Gluttony or risk losing all his ingredients before he could cook them. With Beel preoccupied he could let his mind wander a bit as he prepared the curry.

Following the incident in Lilith’s replica room he had noticed several things. First and foremost, the twins who had already been fairly attached to him, were even more so now. It wasn’t just Belphie sneaking into his bed almost every night, now Beel was doing it too. If he wasn’t in his bed, they would join him in Levi’s room for games and anime, in the library while he and Satan studied, or they would look at stars together in the planetarium - whichever activity Zeke was doing that night. Beel and Belphie were his near constant companions when they weren’t in separate classes or he wasn’t with another of the brothers. Zeke found himself attending Beel’s fangol practices, supporting him from the bleachers, usually with a sleeping Belphie using his lap as a pillow.

It wasn’t just the twins, though. Asmo somehow became even clingier than before. The Avatar of Lust was always touching him when they were together, even if it was just linking their arms. Mammon invited him out to watch his modeling shoots, and Zeke went to be supportive - it seemed fair since he was showing his support to Beel’s sports practices, plus he was genuinely impressed and proud of the Avatar of Greed. All of the brothers were devastatingly handsome, but Mammon was an actual model and seemed to take it seriously and he knew there were few things that the demon actually took seriously.

The café outings with Satan were almost a daily occurrence now, and sometimes Solomon would also tag along. Zeke enjoyed spending time with them both. Even when they weren’t having a full-on lesson, Solomon always seemed to be teaching him something. Zeke still preferred his solo not-dates with Satan, though.

Levi bombarded him with texts about games and anime that they should enjoy together, and Zeke spent more nights in Levi’s room hanging out with the otaku than in his own room sleeping. Sometimes the twins dragged him back to his own bed so that Belphie could coax Zeke to sleep magically, but sometimes they simply cuddled up in a bean bag right there in Levi’s room to doze off together.

His evening visits with Lucifer changed as well, with the eldest actually stopping work to ask him about his day and engaging in full conversations. Zeke could tell that the firstborn truly enjoyed hearing about whatever he had gotten up to with the other brothers each day - even if they had just been studying or reading. Sometimes Lucifer would put a record on, one that was safe for him to listen to, since most of them were dangerously cursed.

Life in the Devildom became more comfortable and appealing by the day. He had never really missed the human world before, but now he almost hated when he was reminded of it. Zeke would one day, not terribly far from now, have to return to that place. He would be alone again, and now that he had experienced what it was like to be accepted and loved he knew that familiar loneliness would be utterly unbearable.

Zeke felt like a whole new person since coming to live in the House of Lamentation, and desperately did not want to lose these new feelings. Despite the visions being a horrific experience, the aftermath left him with a renewed sense of purpose. The outpouring of support from his demon hosts had been overwhelmingly therapeutic. A lifetime of feeling unwanted couldn’t simply be erased, but for the first time he felt like he was actually healing.

The hole in his heart, once filled with a barely contained storm of rage at the world, was channeled into a much more productive, well-controlled furnace of smoldering embers, ready to forge the way to his own desired form of justice. He could attribute that in large part to Belphie and Satan.

He thought the idea of destroying another human being’s life would make him more squeamish, but surprisingly he felt almost nothing but a soft, preening satisfaction as they researched and made their plans. Satan and Belphie seemed to be enjoying their scheming together with him, both in general and because they were the ones helping him with this momentous task. It also meant they both got to spend even more time with him, which seemed to be something all of the brothers coveted, so they got to gloat even more over that.

Now instead of mystery novels, Satan and Zeke spent their free time pouring over books on advanced curses and torture methods. Zeke learned a lot about various interrogation techniques, both ancient and modern over the weeks following the incident in Lilith’s replica room. Satan was vastly knowledgeable on both curses and torture, and Zeke found it was all rather fascinating. It was a convenient excuse to spend more time with the blond demon.

The other brothers seemed various degrees of concerned or curious about these developments, but thankfully made no comment on their current reading choices. Even Lucifer seemed to leave it well enough alone, even though he had to have at least some idea of what they were planning. Lucifer had seemed reluctant to give his brothers information on the man that had caused the deaths of Zeke’s family. Did he simply not care now that Zeke was involved in the retribution? Was his silence and inaction a signal of his approval?

Whatever the case, Zeke was mostly just glad that Lucifer was not trying to dissuade him or get in his way. The same went for the others. None of them were trying to stop him or talk him out of whatever he was up to, but only Satan and Belphie were actively helping him. More than once he wondered if the other would assist in his plan if he asked, but decided against it. He wanted to be the one orchestrating this particular tragedy.

Zeke didn’t want too many cooks in the kitchen and all that. An apt metaphor given his current task.

It did occur to him that his therapists would have a field day if they knew he was actively plotting the ruination of a living, breathing human being. They had lectured him endlessly about finding forgiveness for people that he perceived had wronged him. Of course that was years ago now. He had learned to lie very well. Zeke knew better than to mention that he stilled burned with resentment and hatred when he thought of that man walking free and enjoying his life without an ounce of remorse…

“Shit!” Zeke yelped as the knife he’d been using to cut the vegetables a little too aggressively slipped and cut his finger. The two demons were beside him in almost an instant.

“That looks deep.” Belphie frowned while Beel grabbed a hand towel and took Zeke’s hand, putting pressure on the cut, which had begun dripping blood.

“I smell human blood.” Satan mused with a scowl as he entered the kitchen, a stack of file folders tucked under his arm.

“Guess dinner has extra flavoring tonight.” Zeke joked, gesturing with his free hand to the one Beel was still holding. “Knife slipped, I let myself get distracted.”

“And angry. I could feel it as I was coming down the hall.” Satan sighed, setting the folders down and walking over to take Zeke’s hand from Beel, humming as he looked over the wound. “It’s a pretty nasty cut.”

“I’ll be more careful.” Zeke sighed, before he recited a healing incantation that he’d studied on his own. The cut slowly closed and he flexed his fingers experimentally. “Not a big deal, see?”

“Hm. You’re improving very fast. I’m impressed.” Satan smiled as he wiped the blood from Zeke’s hand. “Let me help with dinner. I wanted to talk to you anyway.”

The twins had still been hovering, but Zeke shooed them away, so they shuffled back to their seats, still watching carefully, as if afraid he might hurt himself again if they took their eyes off him. He rolled his eyes.

“Well I’ll let you handle the rest of the cutting, I guess. Honestly there isn’t a lot left to do. What did you want to talk about?” Zeke had an idea and was practically buzzing with anticipation as he measured spices to stir into the curry pot.

“My contacts in the human world sent me all the information I could want.” Satan inclined his head towards the folders. “Some of my many acquaintances were able to dig up everything you asked for on the target. We’ve researched all the necessary curses, and gathered all the reagents we need. I have to say, your plan is positively diabolical. If I didn’t know better I’d have thought a demon came up with it.”

“I honestly thought you’d need more help coming up with ways to torment this guy, but we barely had to do anything.” Belphie added, looking very smug.

“Why thank you, I’m pretty proud of myself. I probably shouldn’t be, but I don’t care. When can we start the next phase?” Zeke was physically bouncing as he turned to Satan, eyes sparkling with a sinister glee. Twenty years he had held this grudge, and at long last he could practically taste his revenge. He did not care if that made him a bad person, or even an evil person, he figured he was going to Hell anyway, might as well give a real good reason for his eventual eternal punishment.

“We can start tonight.” Satan smirked, his eyes flashing with a matching delight at the idea of beginning their little game.

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hi :)!! can i request a fic or hcs (whichever you think is better) with mammon reacting to the mc playing guitar and singing in a rock band and seeing them perform for the first time? ty !!

Hi, anon!

OOF when I tell you this one put me through it lol. I love this request, too. MC in a band with Mammon in the crowd watching them perform? Yes, that is absolutely something I want to write about! But for some reason, I really had a hard time with it? I'm not sure what that was about. I had to rewrite it a couple times 'cause I didn't like how it was going. Maybe it's because I'm always worrying about making Mammon too OOC?

Anyway! I know a lot about music, but I know next to nothing about actually performing on a stage, so I don't know how accurate some of this is. I tried to keep it vague so that MC could potentially be either in the human world or the Devildom.

In the end, I think it turned out okay? I hope you like it!

Thank you for the request!

GN!MC x Mammon

MC sings and plays guitar in a rock band and Mammon sees them perform for the first time

Warnings: none!

Mammon had known for some time that you were in a band, but he had never had a chance to see you perform until now. You didn't know he was going to be there, which was why he wanted to be sure you'd be able to spot him in the crowd. He wasn't in the center, but slightly off to the side in the front.

As you and the rest of the band came out on stage, Mammon's gut twisted. There you were, guitar in hand, standing in those soft colored lights, looking absolutely amazing. He was mesmerized by your presence, the way you so confidently moved around on stage.

You stepped up to the mic and he barely heard what you said into it. He thought maybe you were thanking the crowd for coming out or something. He couldn't focus on your words at all. The way the light was shining on your skin and your hair had all his attention. You and the band began your first song and any remaining thoughts Mammon had left him immediately.

His eyes were stuck on the way your fingers moved across the guitar's frets, expertly playing the song's intro notes. Your body bobbed with the beat as the drums and bass kicked in. And then you went back to the mic and started to sing.

Mammon couldn't move. He was just watching you, listening to you, experiencing you and the way you commanded that moment. Everyone around him was dancing, several people were singing along, but all he could do was stand there and watch. He didn't even register as other people jostled into him.

This was how it went for the first few songs of your set. He slowly began to be able to think again. He was sure you hadn't seen him…

… but then you moved down the stage toward the side where he was. You were focused on the guitar, really getting into the solo you were playing. But as you reached the end of it, you looked up and into the crowd.

It was clear from your expression that you had seen him. It started out as surprise, but then you smiled. It was a large grin, like seeing him there was the best thing that had ever happened to you.

Mammon knew in that moment that he'd made the right choice to come tonight. You were clearly thrilled at the idea that he was here to see you perform. He couldn't stop himself from grinning back at you. He raised both of his hands, waved them at you, and yelled your name as loud as he could. He watched in delight as you laughed before you had to go back to the center of the stage to start singing again.

Now that you knew he was there, you were constantly looking over at him, sneaking him little smiles throughout the rest of the songs. He was still enthralled with you, but he was cheering now. He knew you couldn't really hear him, but he did it anyway.

Then something changed as you prepared to perform another song. He noticed the way your eyes widened and he could tell even in that dim lighting that you'd paled a bit. You cleared your throat as you introduced the song and there was a nervousness about you that hadn't been there before.

"I wrote this song about what it's like to meet someone that you instantly connect with," you said. You were smiling, but it seemed like it was just hiding your sudden anxiety. "And how quickly they can become a huge part of your life."

The lights changed to soft blues and yellows. The drums started out with a simple beat, something slow but steady. This song was a little slower than most of your other songs had been, a little softer. You played a melody on your guitar, letting the notes ring out brightly.

Mammon listened to the way you sang the lyrics - as though they were coming from deep in your heart. As though every word meant something more than it seemed to.

And the more he listened, the more he realized… this song was about him.

That's why you had become nervous all of a sudden. You had realized that he would be there to hear you sing this song that you wrote about him.

His brain couldn't quite comprehend what he was hearing. He could feel tears starting to well up in his eyes, but he fought them with everything he had.

When the song was over, Mammon noticed how you couldn't look over at him anymore. There were only a few more songs in your set and he watched you through them, wondering what you were thinking and feeling. You seemed to be back to how you were before. There was an encore where you played a couple more songs and then finally the show was over.

The second he realized the crowd around him was dispersing, Mammon went looking for the way backstage. He had to talk to you immediately.

It didn't take long for Mammon to find the door that went backstage, but it was blocked by a security guard. You hadn't known he was going to be there and this person would have no reason to let him in. But it wasn't like the Great Mammon didn't have a couple tricks up his sleeve and it only took a few moments for him to bribe the guard into letting him in.

Once he was backstage, Mammon looked around for you frantically. He had to find you as fast as possible. There were a fair amount of people back here, most of them working on cleaning up the equipment. He couldn't see any of the band members. Where could you have gone?

And then he saw you. Just a short way away, you had just picked up your guitar, as though you were preparing to put it away.

Mammon practically ran to your side. "MC!"

You turned to him in surprise, guitar still in your hand. "Mammon? What are you doing back here?"

Mammon couldn't prevent himself from sweeping you up in a hug. He completely avoided answering your question. "Ya were amazin' tonight, MC!"

You laughed and returned his hug with the arm that wasn't holding your guitar. "Thanks," you said. "It was a good show. I'm glad you were here to see it."

Mammon pulled away to look at you. "MC… that song… ya know the one…"

"We played a lot of songs," you said, a mischievous tone in your voice.

Mammon blushed and sang the first line of the chorus, which was the part he remembered best.

He watched as you also blushed, but you smiled, too. You put your guitar strap over your head and played the intro to the song. "That one?"

Mammon took a step closer to you, the guitar the only thing between your bodies. "Could ya sing that song for me again, MC?"

"Sure," you said. "I'll play the song I wrote about you the next time we're alone."

Mammon really thought he couldn't possibly blush anymore, but somehow it felt like the heat in his skin increased. You leaned over your guitar and pressed your lips to his. He put his arms around your neck, trying to pull you closer. The guitar strings twanged slightly as they bumped against him.

Later that night, you would do as you promised. You would sing your song to him, strumming along on your guitar. And even though Mammon was already in love with you, those sweet notes would make him feel as though he would never stop falling for you.

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sassykattery · 1 year

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Caught

Oh? A one-shot that I wrote in two days because the idea wouldn't leave me alone and I wrote it like a mad woman? Oh yes, it is.

CW: features afab/fem oc! Altaira who uses she/her pronouns. Smut. Voyeurism. Exhibitionism. Solo masturbation (f! and m!). Mutual Masturbation (female and male genitals mentioned in explicit detail)

Third person POV

A/N: This one-shot scene is not canon to Altaira's fic.

Diavoloxoc!Altaira (intimate scene, no pre-established relationship)

Other characters mentioned: Asmodeus, Barbatos, Beel

Synopsis: This is what happens when you listen to Beel for directions. Oh, the things you'll see that you probably weren't meant to see.

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Which door did Beel say again? Did he say two lefts and the first door on the right? Or one left and two doors down on the right? Altaira wondered.

It was the night of one of Lord Diavolo's sleepovers, and it was about the fourth Altaira had attended since arriving in the Devildom. She was still rather new to visiting the Demon Lord's castle, but she thought this time she could make it on her own without an escort, just some simple directions. But that proved to be challenging.

I just wanted to take a shower, she thought.

After making two lefts and looking at the doors on her right, it seemed the first door on the right was locked. Maybe it was two doors down.

Trying the second one yielded an entry for her. When she looked around, it wasn't a bathroom, however. It was a dark bedroom with charcoal walls, dimly lit, and quite spacious. Looking around, it was clear someone used the room, but what distracted her further was the music that sounded as though it was coming from the other side of a door within the room. It was tranquil and soft with a beautiful flute and piano harmonizing together; it was rather inviting to her.

"Hello?" She called out, but she was given no reply.

Slowly, she opened the door and looked around. The music wasn't coming from here, she realized. It looked to be the bathroom she was promised, but as she scanned the room, her eyes landed on the figure encased in wet glass with patches of steam as water ran over him.

Immediately, her mouth dropped, and a haze of embarrassment washed over her. Diavolo was in the shower with his back to her, with one hand outstretched on the wall above his head, and the other was out of sight. His back muscles rippled with each minor movement. He looked as though he was painted by a most divine creator. Each dip and valley that lined the contours of his body was placed just so perfectly. It could make one weep. Looking below his waist, he was only more magnificent to gaze upon. The v-shaped lines just above his ass were just right for running one's thumbs over. His rear was perfectly rounded and plush, stirring feelings of merely just wanting to grab it, to feel its wondrous density.

The demon's head was hung, and the movement of his shoulder and upper arm brought the human woman's attention to what he was doing. The red hot flush dusting her cheeks cascaded down to the rest of her body. Her eyeline fell to the repeated motion of his dominant arm. Guilt rapidly settled in her chest, and she started to turn to leave. However, a very distinct sound made her stop in her tracks as her hand rested on the doorknob.

"Ohh... Altaira," he moaned.

Shit, had he caught me? Did he know I was watching?

She immediately looked to his form again and realized he still remained unaware, at least seemingly, to her presence.

"Fuck... You're beautiful," he continued. Her eyes fully widened, and her lips remained parted in full-bodied shock. "I need you so bad."

He... needs me?

"Hah... So perfect," he grunted. His voice raised in pitch, and the muscles in his back tensed up. "Ah–ahh... Please, Altaira..."

She covered her mouth to not let out the whine that percolated in her throat.

He's beautiful like this, she thought.

"Please, let me cum in you," he whimpered. "You feel so good."

This is the sexiest moment of my life.

"I love you," he half-moaned, half-grunted.

Oh. I stand corrected.

Within seconds, Diavolo let out a few high, beautiful whimpers, his whole body flexing as his orgasm took hold. His hand that was laid upon the shower wall flexed with all the tendons beautifully outlined. His fingers curled slowly, causing the veins in his forearms to stand out. His biceps were rigid and defined. Her eyes couldn't settle on any one place on his god-like form, wanting to take in every bit of him in this moment. His hips twitched forward a few times, and then finally, his body relaxed again.

Altaira watched in fascination, completely aroused by the show she had just witnessed. But, within seconds, that arousal turned to guilt as she realized she watched a very private moment with someone who didn't know she was there. She started to very quietly back up and touch the door handle, and the Demon Lord himself turned around. His eyes slowly opened and drew up from the floor to meet her undivided gaze. He was frozen, and his eyes widened in surprise.

"Alt–" He started to say her name.

"I'm so sorry!" She blurted out, a splayed hand coming to her chest. She could feel her heart threatening to burst with how hard it pounded inside.

The two continued to stare at each other for a good four seconds until her body decided to cooperate. She scrambled at the door, too scatterbrained to open it properly at first. After a couple of tries, she had it open.

"Wait, I just–" He started to say again.

"All you had to do was ask!" She called out as she darted through the door and slammed it shut.

Though she wasn't a fast runner, there was something to be said for her being able to dash around while she found her way, eventually, to the guest bedroom she was staying in. The door was slammed shut, and she threw herself onto her bed.

"What have I done?" She groaned aloud.

Her D.D.D. buzzed and she looked over to the nightstand. It was Asmodeus.

Dollface: Are you coming back to the party? We're putting on a movie and I want you to sit on my lap!

Altaira: I'm going to sleep. I have a headache.

Dollface: Boo! Well, I always say beauty sleep is important. I'll check on you tomorrow!

Altaira sighed and put her device back down. She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling.

Surely I'm going to be in trouble for that. There must be some rule about seeing royalty naked, and I'll get my head lobbed off. Oh hell, I'm so dead.

Her mind drifted, however, back to the memory she had of seeing Diavolo in those moments. How he called for her, said she was beautiful, begged to cum inside of her.

Maybe it's just some twisted fantasy he has with me that I wouldn't want to know about. Or he knows another Altaira. Fuck, it doesn't matter! I watched him have an intimate moment, and I feel disgusted that I stood there and watched like a freak.

A couple of hours went by as she tossed and turned in her bed. Her body was set aflame, and her need for attention down below just wouldn't leave her alone. Finally, she caved and rolled onto her back once more. Slowly, she slid her right hand down her stomach and under the waistband of her pajamas and panties. Finding her lower lips, she parted them with her pointer and ring fingers and allowed her middle finger to slide in between. She twitched and sighed at the sensation, but it wasn't enough. Her finger sank down to her clit and immediately began rubbing against the sides of the swollen nub. She gave a light, breathy moan as she found a pace she enjoyed. Her hips twitched and body jolted on occasion as she drove her pleasure higher as her other hand came to massage her own breast, teasing her nipple with her fingers.

Her thoughts wandered into imagining if Diavolo was watching her this time. She started to take her time then, thinking about if the roles had been reversed. If she had been masturbating in the shower, toying with her pussy but knowing he was watching, cock hard in his trousers, begging to be let free.

"Diavolo..." she moaned out softly, a smile adorning her face. She imagined him being so desperate to touch her, pleading to fuck just once. "I want you to touch me," she rasped.

"All you had to do was ask."

"What?!" She jerked her head up at the sound of a familiar voice, now husky and in his lower register. She pulled her hand away from her arousal and sat up on one elbow. Her eyes flitted around until she saw a silhouette hovering near the end of her bed.

"I apologize, I just wanted to make sure you were okay," Diavolo stated.

She swallowed thickly and turned to turn on the lamp beside her, illuminating her guest. He stood there in his pajamas, a cardinal red silk set.

"I should be the one apologizing. I hope you can forgive my intrusion on... the private moment you were having," she replied.

"Private moment?" He echoed. His eyes went askance until he pieced together what she meant. "Ah."

"Aren't you... upset? That I saw you?" She pressed further.

He sat on the edge of the bed. "And what, exactly, did you see?" He asked quietly.

"You were... Well, I saw that you were naked and..." She swallowed thickly and stammered, "And, um, s-saying m-my name."

"And what did you mean by "All you had to do was ask?" He inquired.

Her eyes widened, and she fully sat up. "Um, I meant..." The prince then leaned over and crawled onto the bed more, now hovering over her legs. "I heard you... say..." She trailed off again, and her breath hitched as he continued to hover over her, looking at her with his intense golden gaze.

"That you needed me, that I was beautiful, and that you wanted to..." That last part she was unwilling to finish from embarrassment. "Did you mean any of that?" She finally asked.

"Did you mean that you wanted me to touch you?" He asked in reply.

"Yes," she whispered instantly before losing her bravery. A new glimmer appeared in his eyes, one far more lustful now.

"Did you like watching me?" He purred.

"Yes," she answered in a whisper again.

"And were you thinking of me just now while pleasuring yourself?" He leaned closer.

She nodded, "Yes."

"I think what would be a fair trade is for me to watch you please yourself," he murmured, his eyes half-lowered. "Would you mind if I watched you?"

"Um... Y-You can watch me," she stammered a little. Her body was filled with nerves and excitement. He moved away as she laid on her back and slowly slid off her pajama bottoms and panties, letting them slide off the side of the bed.

Keeping her eyes on Diavolo, she spread her legs out and brought her knees up with her heels digging into the bed. His gaze slowly descended, taking in her half-naked form. When his eyes rested on her spread cunt, his breathing became shallow, and his pupils were blown out.

Timidly, her right hand reached down to her pussy to begin spreading the lips out, rubbing against her labia. He crawled forward and sat between her legs on his knees, watching with an intense stare.

"Ah!" She gasped as she reached her clit, rubbing it with her middle finger, the same as before she was interrupted. Air was sucked in between her teeth in a hiss as she felt how drenched she was. To have this demon watching her like this was titillating. Her free hand came up to gently grab at her breast over her sleep shirt, teasing the nipple with her fingertips.

"What do you think about when you do this?" He asked in a raspy voice.

"You," she instantly replied in a murmur. "I imagine it's your hands on my body, you telling me how good I feel, and you making me cum."

"Is that right?" He asked as one corner of his mouth slightly tipped up.

"And so much more," she added.

Very slowly, his hand went to the waistband of his pajama bottoms, and he pulled it down. His hard cock sprang free and her eyes widened to see it up close for the first time. She hadn't seen it earlier, and now she was left gawking at its size and length while precum oozed out of the slit. He took it into his hand and began lazily stroking it.

"Ohh," she moaned, enthralled by the situation.

"You're so beautiful like this," he muttered.

They continued watching each other with lustful gazes, mutually getting off at the sight of one another.

"How–" She swallowed thickly. "How often do you think of me? Like this?"

"All the time. When I see you, my wish is to steal you away and have you to myself for hours on end," he replied breathlessly.

A whine sounded off in her throat as she got closer, her hips gently bucking upward. It was painful, almost, for both of them to be so close but not touching. But that was part of the appeal – to be so close, and yet, withholding, knowing the other person wants them so badly. To see the desperation on their face as they imagine how their skin feels, what it would be like to fuck each other senseless. It created more sexual tension to know just how badly they wanted to touch.

"Diavolo," she whispered, her eyes heavy as she came closer to her release.

"Say my name again," he pleaded, stroking his cock faster. His golden orbs were locked in on her face, taking in every sound and expression she had to offer him.

"Diavolo," she answered with more of a whine this time.

"Fuck, Altaira... I need you," he whimpered back.

It's even better when he's actually saying it to me, she thought.

"I'm close," she warned, eyes screwing shut while her free hand gripped the sheets beside her head.

"Look at me," he rasped. Her eyes opened, and he gave a slight smirk. "I want us to see each other." She immediately nodded in agreement.

"Ohh, fuck– D-Dia! Please, I wanna cum together," she cried, feeling the heat rising within as it built like a roaring inferno. It only kept building.

As they gazed at one another, seemingly invisible sparks were flying. It was the most excited either had ever felt, and it was enough to send them over the edge.

"Diavolo! Ohh, I'm cumming," she wailed to him, her back arched slightly and her hips rocked back and forth as she rubbed her cunt against her hand.

"Ohh, ah– Altaira," he moaned her name out in return.

In unison, the two unraveled and came apart before one another. His hips surged forward and he shot ropes of cum onto the silk sheets between her legs. While grunts and sighs fell from his lips, whimpers and sobs escaped from hers.

After they had both relaxed again, Altaira sat up on her hands, looking between herself and him, considering what had just happened.

"Did you enjoy that?" Diavolo asked softly.

"I did, did you?" She asked in reply.

"Very much so."

The prince slipped off the bed and grabbed tissues to clean up with, and put himself back in order. He found himself standing at the foot of her bed again, unsure of what to do.

"You can stay, sleep in here with me," she offered, patting the spot next to her on the bed.

He gave a large grin.

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The next morning, Barbatos had been wandering the halls of the castle for some time looking for his master when he spotted Asmodeus sneaking towards the guest room for Altaira. The butler quickly approached and put his hand on the doorknob over Asmo's hand.

"I don't believe this room is yours," Barbatos said with a smile and crinkled eyes, indicating his displeasure.

"Oh you! I know that! I told her I'd come wake her up," the fifth born replied cheerfully.

Barbatos removed his hand and let Asmo continue. When both peeked their heads in, they were rather surprised to see the pair snuggled up together, still sound asleep.

"I believe we should leave now," Barbatos grabbed the doorknob and quickly, but silently, shut it again.

"Oh my goodness! Did you see them?! They were so cute, I need a picture–"

Barbatos softly but deeply growled at Asmo, and Asmo immediately jumped back in retreat.

"Let's go," Barbatos replied, dragging Asmo by the elbow.

Meanwhile, Diavolo held onto his little human a little longer with a small smile adorning his face at the little prize he had caught.

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Thanks for reading! <3

Post made by sassykattery. Do not repost. Reblogs and comments appreciated.

Tags: @delphi-dreamin @leavesandflowers

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rainiishowers · 1 year

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May I please ask for Mammon angst please, where he went missing for years and when the bros find him he has family but when his family ask if he knows them he says no he never meet them please

Summary: After searching for the Avatar of Greed for years, the brothers find out where Mammon is, but something unexpected greets them.. Genre: Angst -----

Mammon often ran away from home only to be back not long after. The only time him doing this was remotely worrying when it had been a few days, with him only coming back because he lost his DDD charger. However, one night, after a huge fight, Mammon swore to his brothers that he would leave and never return, but at the time the brothers took it as a joke. Next day, Beel went to Mammon’s room, only to find out that some of his older brother’s belongings were missing. Obviously, he went to tell the others, and no one besides Belphie believed Beel until they went to see for themselves. Lucifer messaged Diavolo and Barbatos, asking if they’ve seen or heard from Mammon, but they didn’t. When he messaged the Purgatory Hall Trio, they say they haven’t either.

Now, it’s been years since the Avatar of Greed left and everyone was handling it in different ways, but it was safe to say that the family crumbled somewhat. It was a surprise when Satan called a house meeting saying it was urgent. When everyone did get to the living room, Satan made the announcement. “Solomon had informed me that a friend of his found someone that very much resembled Mammon up in the human world.” There were many reactions, ones of worry for Mammon and confusion to why he would be in the human world. Lucifer calmed everyone down before turning to the blond. “Do you have any other information?” “There is a rough idea of where he’s staying now, but it doesn’t seem to be an apartment neighborhood.” “Suppose he’s renting a house?” Asmo suggests. “Or he found a new family.” Belphie mutters, distaste in his voice. Clearly, no one liked that thought, as there was a minute of silence before Lucifer cleared his throat. “Satan, ask Solomon for the specifics.” “Already did.” Satan pulls out his DDD. “Good. Let’s get going than.” ---- Now in the human world, in the apartment neighborhood Solomon’s friend has supposedly marked down where Mammon lived. Well, the brothers still didn’t know if this was a Mammon lookalike or actually him, but they were all very desperate to bring him back to the Devildom. Satan was taking the lead, with Asmo beside him and Levi not too far behind. The twins were stalling behind but still in front of Lucifer, who was keeping an eye on his brothers. What had him confused was why Mammon actually meant the whole “not coming back” thing, and for years at that! “You guys, look!!” Lucifer looks up at where Levi was pointing, and there he was.. That familiar head of white hair and tan skin, outside a house with a much younger girl. “Who is that?” Belphie asks. No one had an answer, but as they all got closer, two other, much more older looking people came out. As Mammon goes to greet them, he notices the brothers out of the corner of his eye. Suddenly, the brothers, aside from Lucifer, all ran to meet up with him, forcing Lucifer to give chase. Mammon notices the brothers running over and his face hardened, but before he could tell the three to get inside, they caught up. “Mammon! There you are!” The young girl looks up at him, tilting her head and the older two walk over. “Mams, do you know them?” The young girl pointed at the brothers. Mammon cut off any of them saying anything. “No, I don’t.” The brothers stood in shock as the former brother told them he’ll handle these people and to get ready for movie night in the backyard. When the three left, Mammon turned to them, a wrath filled gaze. “What the fuck are you doing here?!” He yells, something very uncharacteristic of him. He would never yell at the brothers with such a hateful look.. Satan steps forward, taking responsibility for this. “Solomon’s friend found you, and we thought we could come to patch things up.” Mammon lets out a humorless laugh, full of bitterness. “There is nothing to patch up. It’s been years.” “But we never stopped looking for you!” Levi steps forward. “Well congratulations, you found me.” Mammon retorts. “But now, you lot are nothing but strangers to me.” That was that. Mammon walks off, ending the conversation there. They all stood paralyzed by the situation of what just happened. Until Lucifer clears his throat. “Let’s go home.. We can’t convince him to come back.”

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ireonic · 1 year

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Not really Nightbringer spoilers, just a silly little headcannon lol

Funniest thing about my mc going back in time is that they have the THICKEST Canadian accent possible and there's no way anyone wouldve been like "oh you're a demon" they'd be like "what the hell kind of accent is that".

Like imagine solo would have to lie. omg like imagine he makes this fake part of the devildom where people talk canadian-ly to try and sell the brothers on the whole mc is a demon from the devildom thing 😭😭 it'd be like the fake town from hotel trannsilvania but instead of humans=evil and stuff it's all "oo- soorey aboot dhat buddy"and "I'll take a double-double please. Nothin liak a coufee in de mornin, eh?"

#Please I find this so funny #Y'all don't take offense I am Canadian #Sometimes I'll talk and I'll be like #Wow my accent rly came through on that one eh #Obey me #Omswd #Obey me shall we date #Obey me Nightbringer #Obey me Mc #Obey me Solomon #Obey me Diavolo

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flappingdragon · 5 months

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Sandwich (SoloLuci)

Find the AO3 Version Here!

I said I'd make it, but I didn't expect to post the first chapter earlier than planned (I completed it earlier, too). I'll post the second chapter tomorrow.

Anyway. Full chapter under the cut.

Summary: Lucifer decides to repay Solomon for all the times the sorcerer helped him… by helping Solomon make a sandwich.

It's cold in the Devildom, despite what one may think. It had taken some time, but Lucifer grew to welcome the cold feeling. The first time winter came to the Devildom, he hated it. He couldn't stand the feeling of it. How utterly cold he would get. But despite his hatred for it, he couldn't help but stand outside when the unnaturally purple snow fell from the red sky. It was alluring. He couldn't resist the pull it had on him. His wings shivered from standing out in the cold, the purple snow gathering on them, and falling when he shook them.

Frequently, it was the sorcerer who retrieved him from the cold (who would bring him out of his trance). Often, Solomon would wrap a warm blanket around his shivering wings, hugging him from behind, and placing small kisses to his jawline.

It happens in the human world, too. Lucifer staying outside too long and Solomon bringing him in, wrapping a blanket around him, hugging him from behind, and kissing wherever his boyfriend allows.

"You'll get sick if you stay out there for so long." The sorcerer warns him.

"Sorry, I can't help it." Lucifer's tone is hushed and far away as if his mind is elsewhere.

"I know you can't, but still... Come inside when you can, okay?" He kisses the demon's cheek one more time before returning to whatever he was doing before.

The next time winter comes to the Devildom, the fallen angel stays inside.

. . .

Unlike Solomon, he doesn't conjure as much body heat as he should, running as cold as he is. So when winter comes, or any cold day, he likes to wrap himself up with a blanket and lay next to the heater in Solomon's room. When he's not busy, that is.

But one cold morning, Lucifer was awoken by an explosion coming from the kitchen.

Lucifer mentally cursed himself as he slowly unwrapped himself and headed towards the kitchen. He hadn't gotten to bed until extremely late and barely had enough energy to walk straight, let alone see what in the world was going on. All he could smell was smoke. As he stumbled into the room, the smoke invaded his lungs and made him cough and tear up.

"What the hell, Solomon?!" Lucifer shouted.

"Ahaha... sorry..." Solomon's voice came through the thick smoke then the sound of several kitchen windows opening all at once pierced his ears. "Forgive me for making such a mess. Did I wake you?"

When Lucifer opened his eyes, the smoke was gone and he could see what an utter mess the kitchen had become. Tears still prickled at Lucifer's eyes and the fallen angel cursed. "What did you do?" Lucifer pouted, something which he could only make during this time of day. Solomon chuckled nervously. Lucifer glared at him. "Never mind. I don't need to know." Lucifer turned around to leave but was halted when Solomon grabbed his hand.

"Wait! Don't you want to see what I made?"

Lucifer flinched.

He swallowed and cleared his throat before answering, "I don't believe you are capable of 'making something' edible."

Solomon pouted and it made Lucifer grimace.

"Come on," The sorcerer urged.

As expected, whatever Solomon 'cooked' was disgusting. In appearance, anyway. Taste-wise? He didn't believe anyone who had tried his 'food' lived to tell the tale. If they survived the taste, that is.

Lucifer frowned, looking at the burnt pastry on his plate. "I really don't know what possessed you to make this." He sighed and took a bite out of the poor pastry. Immediately, he wished he hadn't done so. He swallowed it despite the burning in his throat as he did so. A bitter expression crossed his features as Solomon stared expectantly. "... It tastes like ... burnt, " Lucifer told him, hoping to not upset him.

But Solomon smiled at him. "I know it's bad."

He wanted to puke. "Why make it then?"

Solomon looked down at his plate and Lucifer could see his flushed cheeks.

"It was supposed to be a gift for you this morning. A cinnamon roll, specifically." Lucifer's eyes widened at that and Solomon went on, "Since you're always cold, I wanted to make you something warm. I woke up early and ended up starting earlier than I thought." His boyfriend grinned sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. "Sorry for waking you... I can go get a blanket if you'd like. I'm sure that would help keep you warm until we have to get up for classes." Solomon got up and made his way out of the kitchen but Lucifer held his hand up to stop him.

"I don't think I'll need that."

"... You won't?" Solomon asked curiously.

Lucifer shook his head. "No. I think I have something else in mind." He got up and walked up to Solomon, gently grasping his chin, pulling him close, and capturing his lips in a deep kiss. Solomon was quick to reciprocate the kiss, closing his eyes and enjoying the kiss. The heat coming from Solomon's mouth made Lucifer shiver and moan softly. They pulled away for air, foreheads resting together. Lucifer chuckled.

"Thank you for trying to make me something, but... don't try that again, alright?"

"Of course," Solomon responded, breathless.

After the two cleaned up the kitchen, they lay in bed together, tangled in each other's limbs, with several blankets covering them, sharing kisses and whispering sweet nothings to one another.

Huge thanks to @pseudonymphomania for helping me with the summary :)

For those who wanted to be tagged when released: @mossbonesoup @flemmingbamse

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torihakaraublog · 5 months

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Obey Me! Nightbringer "The Great Devildom Outdoors" Pop Quiz

!SPOILER WARNING FOR THE EVENT AND THE OM! ANIME!

My thoughts on Beel-centric 2023 event! Includes mention of the Obey Me! anime.

Finally a Beel event!! The theme of camping wasen't a bad option, but the timeline if connected to the anime at all is a bit wonky (will explain more later). If you haven't seen the anime my guess is it takes place sometime durring the original game timeline. Basically the plot is MC takes a long trip to the human world and the brothers are a mess.

Okay these options make the most sense; Lucifer is stated in the anime as being a caping expert of sorts (whole episode on this), Levi probably saw a camping anime and would want to go, Bel obviously is going to support his brother and Simeon + Luke like trying new things.

Now where things get funky. It's implied in this event this is everyone's (except Beel) first time camping and they know very little about this. In the anime Lucifer is an experienced camper and takes Beel, Mammon, and Asmo camping with him one day for their first camping experience. The trio wants to enjoy their first camping experience and try new things, but Lucifer is so overbearing they all end up leaving. So I think it's safe to say this pop quiz event does not take place in the Anime! timeline. Unless this event is what gets Lucifer into camping (started doing it solo) and he just kind of ignores the fact Beel got him into camping as he is 'better at it.'

Anime Lucifer is unhinged for real tho.

Moving on the group is split into two teams; cooking and food prep. I got to help with the tent! I appreciate it was a pop up one xD

Yes, yes! Solo trip with Beel! This is what I wanted!! Tho I'm not sure I agree with their definition of glamping? It seemed more like going to a rustic resort that offers activity and meal services. Where I live glamping is often referred to using a nice trailer instead of a tent to go camping.

These moment's here officer these are the moments that made my heart squeel. I dry him off and we are SHARING A BED.

All the food sounded really yummy! It was particularly preped and we assembled + cooked? This choice above was kinda weird tho? It's in response to Beel saying the ingredients look good enough to eat raw. I picked the bottom option cause a lot of the ingredients could be eaten raw (not the srimp).

Going to the lake with fireflies was so cool! Very beautiful :3 and Beel saw a shooting star.

I always try to never shame/bring down, Beel for being hungry as he has little control over it. I picked to have a pastry in my bag instead of candy because irl I often have some kind of, bread, muffins, crackers in my bag as back up.

picked the top option cause I just have trouble sleeping in general and often the location dosen't have any impact. Though my perfered sleeping spots are cars and nice hotel beds xD

Beel you can't say such a suggestive thing while we are sleeping away together >_<.

(This isn't the whole interaction- more a note to myself that I have more photos saved)

Aaa-a kiss?! As much as I was feeling the option in the moment I was playing I still went with the top one cause that's something I would be more likely ask for even if I wanted the kiss (*cries in lonely irl person, but not lonely MC*)

Please someone cuddle with me!!

The other root was camping on the lawn which was fun! Luke put our tent up all by himself! I was not allowed to eat burnt food xD It's not specified what we are eating here.

Overall I greatly enjoyed the event. But I do think this could have also been framed as a Lucifer event to match some existing lore (to be fair I have not completed the og game so maybe it makes more sense with that context) and Beel's event could have been one of the past events, specifically the fangol one.

Foods Mentioned

Lava Cheese Fondue (Made By Levi)

Clam Risotto (Made by Simeon + Lucifer)

Black Tapir (Glamping)

Bone-in Sausage (Glamping)

Garlic Fried Shrimp (Glamping)

Seasonal Vegetable Salad (Glamping)

Paella (Glamping)

Crème Brulee (Glamping)

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with-love-from-hell · 2 years

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Masterlist

💕 -- fluff

🥀 -- angst

🎭 -- hurt/comfort

🌞 -- comfort

🔞 -- smut

🌶 -- Risqué

🤡 -- comedy

🔎 -- Character Analysis

🔄 -- Matchups

Series

Vermillion Skies 🎭🥀🔞 {CW: Sexual Assault, Gore, Violence}

WIP - Melancholia 🥀

The Body Image series 🎭 {CW: Eating Disorders}

Blasphemy (part 1) (part 2) (part 3) 🥀 {CW: Religious trauma, homophobia, mentions of abuse}

The Fortification Series 🎭 {CW: Various types of abuse}

Self-Gratification Stories 🔞

WIP - 5 Sides of Human (ft. Storm, Fern, Vivi, Heart, and Sarah)

One Shot fics

Wont Back Down (ft. Lucifer) 🥀🎭 {CW: Emotional Abuse}

Coming Out (ft. Asmo) 🎭

Family Line (ft. Lucifer) 🎭

The Fallout (ft. Mammon) 🥀

Break Me Down (ft. Asmo) 🎭

Child!Mc transported to Devildom 🌞

Trans!Mc feeling dysphoric (ft. Asmo) 🎭

Chubby!Mc who is insecure (ft. Asmo) 🎭

Pilfer Now, Apologize Later (ft. Satan & Solomon) 💕🎭

Scars (ft. Mammon) 🎭 {CW: Self-Harm}

Distance (ft. Satan) 🥀

Family Line [Lucifer x Storm] 🎭

Mc Monday Prompt #5 [Lucifer x Storm] 🎭 {CW: emotional abuse, violence}

Mc Monday prompt #14 [Lucifer x Storm] 💕

Detach [Lucifer x Storm] 🎭 {CW: emotional abuse, eating disorder mention}

The Flashback [Lucifer x Storm] 🎭 {CW: rape, self-harm, PTSD}

Truth or Dare [Lucifer x Storm & ft. The rest of the brothers] 🔞

To be proud [Lucifer x Storm] 🎭

Drabbles

666 follower event drabbles

1k followers event drabbles

Mammon comforting Mc post lesson 16 🎭

Neverending Nights [Mammon x Gn!Mc]🎭

Dark Art (ft. Satan, Lucifer, Solomon) 🎭💕

Humans are Soup (ft. Solomon) 🤡

Caring for a drunk Mc (ft. Asmo & Mammon) 🤡🌞

NSFW prompt drabbles (ft. Levi, Barbatos, Lucifer, Satan, and Diavolo) 🔞

Falling for Pun Traps (ft. Simeon, Belphie, Mammon, Lucifer, & Solomon) 🤡

Saviors (ft. Belphie, Asmo, and Barbatos) 🎭 {CW: sexual assault}

The Swimsuit Mishap (Lucifer x Storm) 🔞

Ashes (Lucifer x Gn!Mc) 🎭

Headcanons

Headcanons for my MC

Mating season 🔞🌶

Head empty headcanons 🤡

The Brothers Accidentally trigger an Mc with C-PTSD 🎭

What they taste like... 🌶

What they have downstairs...

Asking them to stop during sex (brothers) (datables) 🔞🎭

The brothers' favorite memes referenced by Mc 🤡

How they react to Mc being groomed as a child (ft. Lucifer, Simeon, and Barbatos) 🎭

Random headcanons 🔞

Brothers + side characters reactions to an Mc with fixations on Children's media 🌞💕

Photograph [ft. Asmo, Belphie, Lucifer, & Mammon] 🎭

Brothers and Datables caring for Mc after they are sexually assaulted 🎭

Motorcycle Headcanons 🌞🤡

Cuddling headcanons 🌞💕

How they comfort an Mc with RSD 🌞🎭

Pet names (part one) and (part two) 🌞

MC Who Flinches When the Brothers Raise Their Arms 🎭

How they comfort Mc after a nightmare 🌞

Mc's abusive ex tries to take them back to the Human World 🎭

Mc shouting "possess me daddy" at the brothers (+ Dia and Barb) 🤡

Trying to help MC with their family issues [ft. Mammon, Beelzebub, Lucifer, and Satan] 🎭🤡

Brothers reactions to a shy mc 🌞

Taking Care of a Sick Mc 🌞

Mc who is an Erotic Dancer 🔞

Mc is harassed by a Demon at the Fall [ft. Lucifer, Diavolo, Asmo, and Mammon] 🎭

Mc has a baby (Brothers) (Datables) 🎭

Masturbation headcanons 🔞

Mc's father passes away suddenly (scenario a: good relationship) (scenario b: bad relationship) 🎭

Top 5 headcanons for each brother 🌞🔞

Top 5 headcanons for Dia & Barbatos 🌞🔞

Brothers (+ Dia, Barb, & Solo) singing Karaoke 🤡

Brothers reactions to a Disabled!Mc who falls and hurts themself 🌞

The Brothers (+Simeon) Trauma Responsss 🔎

What they wear to bed (brothers) (side characters) 🤡

Mc with Hypermobility (ft. Barbatos, Beelzebub, Simeon, Lucifer) 🌞

Comissions

Recovery (Satan x Kirana) 🎭💕{CW: kidnapping}

The Confession (Barbatos x Chris) 💕

Etcetera

Stormy's Golden Birthday Playlist Matchups 🔄

Playlist Matchups 🔄

The brothers as social media posts 🤡

The brothers as memes 🤡

The brothers as memes (2) 🤡

Memes that remind me of Lucifer 🤡

Brothers as Gifs in my photo gallery 🤡

The datables and newbies as memes 🤡

Obey me characters as gifs 🤡

{Updated 6/21/2023}

#obm masterlist #obey me! masterlists #masterlist

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luxthestrange · 2 years

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Incorrect quotes #449 Adopted?

Beel, taking Solomon and Mc home: So how was your day? Mc: We almost got surprised adopted! Beel: What?

Solo: We almost got kidnapped Beel: Oh, okay Beel*Looks back at them stopping dead in his tracks* WAIT WHAT?!

(This is a continuation sorta THIS past quote)

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typingdyslexiaisathing · 1 month

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Carnage Wrought (Obey Me!) dark fic

contents: A group of murderous demons decide to attack one lone exchange student. Death happens. Established relationships, violence, blood, injury, death. This fic is going to get very messy be warned ahead of time.

"Myra Fordola Albaroiz." The voice had me pause for dread to cut through me. So I stayed still as I noticed there were several demons behind me. Meaning that trouble and death had decided to come knocking on my door. Not unexpected here in the Devildom. So I kept my hands in the pockets of my black hoodie to have my thumb adjust the Ring of Light on my finger. My other hand hitting the record button on my D.D.D. so as to have evidence for whatever happened. The power within that beautiful ring soaking into my bones as the voice spoke again. "Human. Your presence in our realm is a grave insult to us and ours. We see no reason to allow you to stain our air with your filthy existence. So we will remove you from our realm."

Fear spiked up my spine to snatch at my breath. But I tamped down on it hard as the demons shifted a fraction of an inch closer. My brain already piecing together a protective spell that would keep anyone or anything from getting too close to me. The pacts flaring under my clothes for me to feel how every demon bonded to me tugged on my senses. Which I put to the side to choose dealing with this threat solo. Bold and stupid. But needed if I was going to make my point count for after wards. So I shifted my stance to keep my feet firmly planted. My back still to the demons as I gave my only warning. "You have made your choice in this matter. Either face the looming consequences, or leave unscathed."

The demons laughed to start hissing and speaking in that ancient devil language Diavolo tended to mutter when he was frustrated. So I braced myself as the air shifted for death to sing in the street. Three demons literally charging right at me with the speed of a cheetah. Yet my spell had finished forming the black wires between myself and my enemies. Potent magic black diamond wire charged with power from all seven of my pact demons to act as a barrier. So the three demons that were flying right at me had no chance to stop themselves. The moment their flesh made contact with the woven wires, it eviscerated them into a mess of blood and gore. It was as if they had been liquefied in a blender for the remnants to wash over my back and legs in a wave of carnage. Meaning I was now drenched through for me to shiver from head to toe at the warm goo now touching my skin. While several of the remaining demons howled and shrieked in stunned shock and horror. My counter had worked.

So I crouched down to then spring backwards and right towards the remaining demons with power washing through my legs and feet. meaning I sped through the street faster than a human for the wires to act like dozens of blades. What demons that hadn't moved out of the way also becoming bloody chunks from the wires still at my back. Meaning I got doused in more gore to then turn and lace the wires all around me. Shifting them into a paper thin bubble that kept the curses flung at me from touching me. My legs and feet smoking for the burning power to backlash over my senses. So I focused a new spell to give me secondary sight and locate my enemies. Eight threads shooting out from the paper thin wired barrier to find their marks with perfect accuracy. I gave one tug for blood and screaming to sound out and echo around me. Eight eyeballs soon dangling from the threads I wound around my fingers. So I flicked my wrist for the eyeballs to go sailing in different directions and away from me. All threats dealt with as the screaming continued. Sirens sounding off in the distance.

It was at this point my D.D.D. started ringing. So I hit the button to put it on speaker so I didn't have to move. "Alive and very pissed off. Dia is going to have a crime scene to deal with. All my attackers are more or less neutralized." The voice on the other end gives a huff of air. Lucifer soon making his ire clear. "Foolish of you to deal with them on your own. Why didn't you summon us?" I gave a huff of my own to make my words flinted ice. "That would paint 'free meal' on my back with bold letters. Are any of you okay with the idea that any demon who sees me will immediately think fun pussy ride?" Lucifer gives a cough into his phone to then go deadly quiet. So my point has been made for me to shudder. "In order to stand with my family, I must stand on my own at times when deemed prudent. We made our pacts with that truth in mind. Solomon has taught me in magic for Raphael to also tutor me in battle tactics. I am not the odd human that first came to the Devildom. I am more."

Lucifer gave a sigh as Barbatos hurried towards me. The demon butler going wide eyed when he saw me to shake his head and move to stand next to me. His tail lacing up under my hood to caress my cheek as he spoke. "Do not move an inch, Myra. Lucifer. Her legs and feet are smoldering. She is also completely drenched in red. Please meet us at the castle with new clothes." I hung up when I realized Lucifer had hung up first. A form flying down from above me to be none other than Diavolo. Who was struck speechless before he picked me up bridal style and held me tight. Which hurt on many levels as we all heard the sickening squelching noises my clothes made. Yet Diavolo paid no mind to the gore to remove my hood and nestle my head to his shoulder. His words molten with pride and sadness. "Myra. Remind me to never make you mad."

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