#obey me asmo x mc
Satan ,jokingly: "Oh great and powerful mc, Tell us your secrets"
Mc: *eating a sandwich * "I saved a picture of that time when I made asmo laugh so hard milk came out his nose."
Asmo: *RECORD SCRATCH* " you what-"
Belphie: " oh shit-"
Mc:* takes another bite* "And one where mammon threw a spider on him and he freaked out"
Mammon:" oh yeah I remember that"
Lucifer:" oh yes,that was a fiasco "
Asmo:* concerned * " mc ,darling,sweetie, Delete those -"
Mc:* leaning away from the avatar of lust for strictly safety reasons *"I also have many of him mid-fall which are just great."
Asmo: * getting up from the table* "mc,I swear to diavolo DELETE THOSE NOW"
Mc: * using lucifer as a sheild,laughing maniacally *AND LIKE A BUnCH OF PICTURES OF HIM GETTING CHASED BY A GORGON-GOOSE BC WANTED TO POSE NEXT TO IT FOR DEVILGRAM "
Asmo:* runs at them * "THATS IT IM SMASHING YOUR D3,HOW DARE YOU KEEP UNFLATTERING PHOTOS OF ME YOU BEAST"
Lucifer:" EXCUSE ME-"
Mc:* SHRIEK-LAUGHING whilst running circles around Lucifer* " OH FUK-"
Asmo:* demon screeching *
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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.
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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?
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Kink: Masochism || Hair-pulling || Orgy
Pairing: 7 Demons x MC (F) [Lucifer x MC, Mammon x MC, Leviathan x MC, Satan x MC, Asmo x MC, Beelzebub x Belphegor x MC].
Fandom: Obey Me.
Warning: Fingering, Oral (Male and female), vaginal sex, over-stimulation, breath-play, multiple-partners, spit-roasting, marking, rough-play, internal cum-shot, aphrodisiac.
Day 14 of @alloveroliver.
Including prompts from @xxsycamore
Thank you once more to @theinariakuma, @crystal13unny and @andinewton for beta-ing (You are all angels).
Tags: @thequeenofotakus-blog, @kumovii @fairstival @acr2m @lilliansstuff @coldnachopeace @omg-mz-fanfic @mammonsmainsimp @0-miles-away
“These should… help with the process,” Lucifer presented to you a table full of different bottles. Half of them glistening pink with shimmers of glitter, the others sky-blue with swirls of green inside. “The pink should help to… how do I put this… give additional help for you to ease the entry,” Lucifer turned slightly red as he gestured to the bottles.
“It’s an aphrodisiac sweetie,” Asmo giggled, “It will help you to take us,”.
“T-Take us? How big exactly are you!” You questioned, eye’s widening as a blush took over your face.
“Well speaking for myself, you’ll need a whole bottle, maybe two,” He winks in response to you, causing a shot of arousal to tingle down your spine, thighs clenching in anticipation. “Oh sweetie, you already smell so good, I can’t wait to simply taste your delicate flower,” Asmo already sensed your arousal as he ran a hand up your thigh, causing a hitched breath from you.
“Hey hands off my human! Once I’m done with her, she’ll simply be begging for me and forget about the rest of ya,” Mammon huffed, a pink tint to his cheeks as he caught your eye. When you turned back to face Lucifer, Mammon made a gesture with his fingers in the shapes of ‘L’s to try to show to his brothers just how big his cock was.
“Anyway,” Lucifer rolled his eyes at the annoyance of being interrupted, “The blue is for afterwards, I dare say my brothers might get a bit handsy during their time and I want, - I mean we want no discomfort on your behalf, any bruises, marks, bites, any… of their…” Lucifer went redder and redder as he spoke.
“Basically we can cum in ya with no worries,” Beelzebub finally took over, “Of course if that's okay with you,”.
“As Beelze so crudely put it, but what he said is true, there is no fear of any… mistakes happening, in heat our product tends to be extremely fertile and urges take over, when we… well you know,” Lucifer once again fading out. You can’t help but try not to laugh at his awkwardness, but this is clearly new territory to his and them all as it is to you. “Solomon has worked tirelessly to perfect these, you have nothing to fear, I assure you,”.
“Okay,” You nod with a swallow, “So how does this work? Are you all, like at the same time?”.
“No,” Lucifer quickly interrupts your question, “No, heat will last over the next week, each of my brothers have chosen a day to spend with you as long as you wish to continue,”.
“We wanted to give you a day of rest so me and Beelze have shared a day,” Belphegor perked up. “I hope you handle two demon cocks at the same time princess,” He whispers into your ear as he leans over your shoulder, causing a deep blush to rise on you. The remaining brothers protesting to see it and yell at Belph to get off you.
“I apologise for him, he always seems to be most affected when the build up starts,” Lucifer scowls as Belph quickly pulls back from you. “Is there anything?”.
“No, that's all,” You smile softly as Lucifer takes your hand and gently squeezes it, his own kind smile matching yours, “I- I know you guys won’t hurt me, I trust you,”.
It was a rare time in the house of Lamentation, for the first time ever all the brothers' heat were syncing up to take place over the same week. Normally they had separate weeks spread throughout the year, only this time heat week occurred from the eldest to the youngest. And to make matters worse, you, their little precious human, was there. They all knew heat was coming two weeks before it started, intolerable lust coursing through their veins, extra sensitive to smell, being in demon form without any control. All were suffering.
Lucifer had offered for you to stay with Solomon, but his at times harsh humour and persona would make it a very un-enjoyable week. In all honesty you wanted to help the brothers, they did so much for you that you were desperate to give back.
You couldn’t even deny the sexual tension between each and everyone of them. As if each one wanted to claim you, pact with you, but couldn’t due to their brothers. It lingered thick in the air, a too long touch of the hand from Satan, a heated gaze from Lucifer when no one was looking, a playful grab to your ass from Mammon. All little things that held value to you, cherished moments and feelings towards them all.
So when you awoke a week before their heat, all of their faces shocked at your words during the morning meeting over breakfast, “Well, what if I help you?” After some much needed discussion, Mammon, Levi and Asmo needing no persuasion, you came to an agreement with the brothers.
And that is how you found yourself being prepared to be the ultimate sex toy amongst six devilishly handsome demons.
Lucifer was right, the potion you drank in the morning had sent your nerves alight, heat and want pulsing throughout your body. Your stomach twisted in knots, arousal shooting straight down your spine and to your core.
With bated breath you made your way to Beelzebub and Belphegor’s room, dressed in only a thin tank top and shorts. You didn’t even make it to the door where it was flung open, Beel eagerly licking his lips, eyes the colour of the galaxy now swarmed with a clear lusting cover.
“I could smell you all the way down the corridor,” He hummed, holding your waist and pulling you into his room, his face buried in your neck, “You smell delicious, almost too good to eat,”. A groan comes from the other side of the room, Belphegor sat atop of his bed wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and a sly grin. Both were already in their demonic forms, heads adorned with onyx horns as iridescent wings slowly fanned the room. A thick tail with hair fanned out at the bottom twitched occasionally as they undressed you with their eyes.
There was no time for formalities or jokes in the situation, you were here to help them with heat and that was exactly what you were going to do. Clothes dispersed around the room, two sets of hands stripping them off you as fingers touched every inch of your freshly exposed skin. Sandwiched between the two, lips fighting a tongue battle with Beel as Belphie sucked on your neck, leaving red growing marks in their wake. The size of their cocks had made you clench over nothing, both long with thick girths, Belphies with a thick meaty vein running from base to tip on the underside. They both growled to see your eyes widen at them, red-hot and pulsing with need.
“You're so wet already,” Belphie hummed lowly into your ear, the soft brush of his tail grazing between your spread legs to feel the wetness already at your slit, before sinking his teeth into your lower lobe. You moaned into Beels mouth, unsure of whose fingers were running circle motions over your clit whilst two more pushed straight into you.
A sharp hand in your hair turned your face to the side so Belphie could kiss you, his teeth nipping at your lower lip, leaving it red and bruised as he sucked on it before releasing with a lewd pop. Beel kissed his way down your torso before dropping to his knees. The fingers on your clit stopped at he slid them to your ankle to grip it gently and lift your leg to rest on his shoulder.
“Fuck you smell so good,” He muttered bringing his nose to your exposed flesh and inhaling deeply. The tiniest flick of his tongue over your clit sent you clenching over Belphie’s fingers causing a hiss from the demon behind you.
‘Move!” Beel growled at his brother's fingers as he licked a long stripe from where they entered you to the end of your clit.
“I wanna make her cum first,” Belphie hissed, pulling himself away from the red-marks he was leaving along your neck, moving his fingers to curl inside you. You let out a whimper, the potion inside you drastically increasing your sensitivity. Every little touch, breath or noise was tenfold the usual, your skin and blood on fire as you craved more and more.
“Please,” You whimpered, “Please I need more.” The two brothers exchanged a nod in silence, both of them stepping away as you whined at the loss, only for them to guide you onto one of their beds. From there they lay you down on your back, head hanging off the edge of the bed. Beel sat between your spread thighs whilst Belphie stood in front of you. His cock right in your eye-line as you stared up at it with hooded eyes, tongue darting out to wet your lips.
“Now be a good princess,” Belphie cooed softly as you let out a high pitched whine to feel Beel already with his head between your thighs, licking and sucking on your heated flesh like it was his first meal of his life, “Let Beel eat that pretty little pussy of yours whilst I fuck your pretty little mouth.” His cock already in your mouth by the time he finished his sentence, groaning loudly to see your lips stretch as he pushed more of him into you.
It was awkward in the position to move your head, letting Belphie cup the back of your head where it met your neck as he thrusted into your mouth with wild abandonment. “Oh you can take more, I know you can,” The pink liquid you had taken helped to ease the motion as his head hit the back of your throat, choking you slightly without the repercussion of a gag-reflex. One hand grasped on his thigh while the other sought purchase in Beelze's hair, tugging and grasping at each movement of his tongue.
Saliva pooled in your mouth, running down your face each time he thrusted out and back in, a twisted smile on his face as he kept his eyes focused on you at all times. A humming growl of primal instinct came as he thrust faster, watching the outline of his cock at the top of your throat appear and disappear each time.
Your throat tightened as Beel’s tongue thrusted into your core after such teasing of his tongue over your clit causing your eyes to widen and a low groan to roll in your throat..
“Do that again and I’ll cum.” Belphie groaned with his head tossed back, a particular harsher thrust down your throat as you attempted to swallow the pre-cum already releasing from him.
Beel did the action again, this time curling his tongue which made your back arch off the bed, thighs pushing tightly against either side of his head. The grip in his hair tightened, anchoring him in place to where you needed him most. You were already so close. You hummed again but this time louder, the vibrations of your enclosed throat proving to be too much as Belphie gripped your head tightly, pushing his cock to be fully hilted inside you as you choked around him once more as he came. Hot-white salted release dribbling down the back of your throat, filling your mouth to the point it leaked from your lips leaving a trail of essence and saliva down your mouth.
“What a pretty sight princess, what a good girl you are taking all of me like that,” Belphie running his thumb along your cheek as you tried to catch your breath but mewls fell from it as Beel tongue fucked you harder. Belphie dropped to his knees, leaning your chest up and resting your head on his shoulder as he cupped your breasts, tugging sharply at your nipples causing another moan and buck of the hips from you to Beel’s face. The angle Belphie put you in gave you a perfect view of the ginger brother between your thighs. The hand now free from Belphie’s thigh joined the other to grasp Beelze’s hair, clutching to it to ground you as he brought you closer and closer to ecstasy. “Now be even better and cum all over his face,”.
It didn’t take much more than those words and Beel’s heated gaze as he peered up from between your thighs whilst his tongue twisted and curled inside you to find a release. Only you didn’t cum.
Hot arousal pulsed from within you, starting from your scalp down to your toes as your back arched full of Belphie, fingers now twisting into the bed sheets below. Your hips bucked wildly as you cried out, core pulsing tighter and tighter. Your eyes screwed shut as you collapsed back down, ragged breaths from you and deep monstrous groans from the two brothers. Only when you open your eyes did you realise what had happened.
Something you didn’t know you were able to do, all over Beel’s face which was dripping down onto his godly-defined torso. The sight itself made you clench and thighs clamp together.
A snarl came from Beel, as Belphie continued to thumb over your nipples, gripping your thighs and wrenching them open as he knelt back between them. One hand keeping them open as the other wrapped around his throbbing cock, his eyes focused on your pulsing core before moving up to whine at your cum stained mouth which was still dripping with Belphies release. His wings fluttered quickly, the horns embedded in his orange hair seemed to throb in time to his cock. Two quick jerks, a deep groan and Beel found his release, spewing hot seed onto your stomach and thighs.
His cock still stood solid after as had Belphies, arousal still high in the air between all three of you as you realised none of you would be satisfied until you were passing out.
“I can’t wait to feel you squirt all over my cock,” Belphie groaned into your ear followed by a groan from Beel as they moved you into position on your hands and knees.
The bites and marks the two brothers had left all over your skin were no-longer visible the following morning, the seed that filled you to the point of dripping from you was also gone. No aches, no pains, nothing.
“I trust my brothers treated you well yesterday?” Leviathan asked when you turned up to his room, inspecting your skin for any marks or bruises.
“Yes, Beel and Belphi-!” You started only to be cut off as Leviathan pinned you to the solid oak door.
“Oh normie, normie, normie,” He chuckled darkly, his orange eyes burning into your soul as they hinted a darkness behind them, “Don’t you know who you're dealing with?” His tail snaked up around your abdomen before curling gently around your neck, “Don’t ever mention another man's name when in my presence.” followed by a light squeeze to your neck.
The avatar of envy for clear reasons.
Levi led you over to his bed, a bathtub now filled with water and the heavenly scent of rose. Your normally shy friend wasted no time, pulling you to him as he kissed you softly, holding you close to him as he gently tugged at your clothes. “Off!’ He whispered as he bit your lip before pulling back, pulling off the large hoodie he was wearing along with jeans with pure commando underneath. You couldn’t help but gasp to see the already-semi he’d gotten, although between your thighs were also already wet.
He helped you into the water, lying down as he pulled you to straddle him, his lips already re-attaching to yours as his hands fondled your breasts. The snake-like feel of his tail inching up your thighs to brush against your sex, both of you hissing at the feel of it. Thick and smooth.
He moved one hand down to cup your ass, whilst the other held your waist as he moved hot kisses down to your collarbone, a sharp bite every now and then before focusing his attention on your breasts. Capturing them in his mouth as he sucked on a nipple, sharp teeth grazing over them as you threw your head back, unable to stop yourself from grinding over his tail that rested against your clit.
“Oh Levi…” You moaned out, the gentle push of the tip of his tail into your core. Never had you felt something like this, warm yet cold, thicker and thicker it went as he slowly pushed more into you, stretching you ready for the girth of his cock. You cling to his shoulders for support as he thrusts slowly in and out until your arousal runs down his tail and mixes into the water below.
Heat rose to your cheeks as the tip of his tail curled inside you, searching until-
“Oh!” You cried out, clenching tightly as he found the spot he was looking for.
“I want you to cum on my tail,” He groaned against your skin, continuing to repeatedly hit that spot over and over again. Your vision flooded with stars, breaths becoming more sparse with each second as you grinded down against his movements.
“I- I wanna...Levi...I,” You whimper, scratching red marks down his chest, the pit of your stomach dropping as the coil tightened like your muscles around him.
“Words baby, tell me,” He gently pushed a piece of hair stuck to your sweating forehead behind your ear.
“I wanna cum on your cock…” Embarrassment pushed to the side as you felt him still for a mere second. A lowly chuckle fell from his lips, sitting up in the water to slap your ass before squeezing it.
“Begging to be fucked already I see?” He sucks on your lower lobe, “You good girl.” The motion of his tail quickens, bringing on your orgasm in rushed speed as you wither in his hold, circling your hips as they buck against him. Head thrown back with a trail of sweat running down your back as you collapse against his chest. “Now,” He pulls his tail out of you as you whimper slightly, only to have the head of his cock pushing into you, “You can come on my cock,”. He pushed into you slowly, he was thick with a stretch that still burned slightly even with the potion and you were still sensitive from your orgasm.
“L-Levi! S-Stop!” You gasp, pushing your hand to his chest as he completely stilled, even in heat a demon knew ‘no’.
“Is everything okay? Should I pull out? I-I,” Levi’s normal persona slipping through the cracks of his heat, cock still buried partly inside you.
“N-no I, I’m gonna cum,” You say in short breaths, focusing your hardest not to move as his cock currently pressed against a spot inside you that was about to have you undone in seconds.
“Oh baby girl,” He grins with a cheshire smile, “Then cum.”. With that he shallowly thrusts into the same spot, the angle of his cock, the throbbing of his head, the push of his tail against your clit sent you hurtling off the edge with only half of his cock inside you. You convulsed around him, squeezing him as you pulsed, only for him to push further into you, fighting against your tightening walls. Your head dropped to his shoulder moaning loudly, your chest pressed to his as he held your hips to guide you into a grind. You whimpered from over-sensitivity, tears pooling in your eyes as you glanced up to see Levi smirking down at you.
“Don’t worry baby,” He thrusted into the grind, tail never slowing its movements on your clit as you spasmed over him, “I’ll give you exactly what you asked for.” Thrusting into you at a speed where water splashed out of the side, another wave of pleasure hit you as you bonelessly collapsed against him, letting orgasm after orgasm wave across you until your mind was blank.
Sore muscle? None.
Imprints around your neck from where Levi’s tail had gripped you? None.
You woke up the next morning to an ache between your thighs, as if you were already desperate to be filled once more by another brother.
Only it turned out the ache wasn’t purely from you.
“Good morning sweetie,” Rose studded eyes peering from between your thighs as you looked down, Asmo with his chin and mouth slick, “I must say I’m surprised it’s taken you so long to wake up after the way you’ve been calling out for me all morning,”. You can feel the slickness already dripping down your thighs and ruining your bedsheets.
“Asmo…” You wither, throwing your head back as a long stripe of his tongue started from your core to your clit, a hum of approval as he does. You try to reach down and bury your fingers in his hair but a cold movement stops you, your hands bound by handcuffs to the bed.
“Sorry sweetie, but the way you were tugging my hair, I was going to lose control,” Followed by a gentle nip to your thigh.
“How long-... how long have you.. fuck,” You whimper, pushing your heels down as you feel two fingers thrusting into you, the sound of wet arousal already filling your room.
“Three my dove, and I think,” He twists his fingers causing your back to arch with a pleasant sigh, “Your about to give me a fourth.” And just like that you came again around his fingers, crying out to feel your walls tense and pulse. “I knew you would taste sweet.” He whispered against your clit, pulling his fingers out to replace them with his tongue. Curling the lengthy muscle inside you to lap up all your sweet release.
“Looks like the aphrodisiac is starting to work on you.” He teases, head still buried between your thighs as you turn to see two empty bottles of it beside you, Asmo had clearly poured them into your mouth whilst you were asleep. Not that you minded, this was a beyond pleasant way to wake up.
“Asmo!” Hips bucking, fists tugging against the steel of the cuffs around you, “More, god please more.” The lips around your lower ones suck once before releasing with a wet pop.
“Oh sweetie…” He hums, pulling himself away, crawling slowly up your body to press his wet lips against your ear, “There is no god here, there is only me.” Your eyes widen to feel the heated length sliding against your folds, coaxing himself in your arousal. He leans over to press a kiss to your lips, tongue running around your lower before pulling back. “You taste like sweet berries,” He giggles. “Now,” He strokes a finger down your arm before it meets the handcuffs, “Shall I take these off… oh I guess I’ll leave them on then”. Half through his sentence you shook your head, a meek ‘Please keep them on’ came from you.
Kneeling up, Asmo kept himself between your parted legs as he stroked himself. You let out a whimper to see him-
-Asmo was right, you definitely needed two bottles to take him.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” Asmo stroked your thigh as if sensing your nerves at his size. The stretch of him as he pushed in brought tears to your eyes, the drag of him against your velvet walls sent a heat across your body. Cheeks rising as you panted already, the feeling of being so full as he buried himself to the hilt inside you. His name fell over and over from your mouth as he pulled back to thrust forward, the squeak of the bed growing louder with each quickening thrust. His hands gripped on to your waist as your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer as he thrusted into you, your ass resting upon his thighs.
“You feel so good,” Asmo rolled his hips into you, hitting every sweet spot inside you that made you sing out to him.
“Oh… fuck Asmo… harder.” You moaned beneath him, digging your heels into his lower back to spur him on.
A chuckle isn’t the reaction you expected.
“You want it harder sweetie? My beautiful little human likes it rough?” He teased, peering down to watch you nod eagerly.
“Oh sweetie.” He smirked, hoisting your legs off of him and throwing them over his shoulders as he slammed into you, hands tightly holding your ankles. Your heated screams of pleasure were drowned out by the headboard shunting against the wall, the mattress struggling to cope with the roughening thrusts. Springs beneath you threatening to snap, like the coil within you that was already on the verge of breaking.
The position of your hands above you gave him a perfect view of the way your breasts bounced with each thrust, admiring the way they slapped against your skin like the way his hips did against yours.
“Gonna… gonna cum Asmo…” You groaned, back raising off the bed as your thighs began to tremble. Within the next breath Asmo pulled out and flipped you over, pulling your hips up as he thrusted back into you, he’d been kind enough to cross your arms when he cuffed them so during the flip it was a comfortable position.
“Cum for me my sweetie, let my brothers know who’s making you feel so good,” He sings out, thrusting in abandonment into you. A bite to your neck pushes you over the edge, his name crying from your mouth so loud it could be heard throughout the house.
The moans from you getting louder and louder in pitch from the kitchen. Sat upon the wooden work surface, legs spread wide with white tufts of hair between them. Mammon ravaged you on the spot after he told you, ‘I need my breakfast’. The normally teasing demon swept you up straight up on the counter and tugged your shorts and panties down before you could even take another breath.
“So good, so sweet my human.” He groaned, holding your lower lips apart with one hand as the other pushed against your thighs to stop them from crushing his head.
Head thrown back to hit the tiled wall behind you, fingers grasping on to his horns causing him to rutt his hips against the cabinets, the lewd wet noises of him eating you like a feast filled in the air. Chest rising up and down as you tugged your top down with one hand, toying with your own exposed nipples for a slight added stimulation. The grunt that left Mammon to peer up and see it, was all you needed to be pushed over the edge. It was a purely erotic sight to be hold.
He took you against the counter, hips thrusting into you with pure control and precision. Mammon unraveled you faster than he could swipe Goldie. Only the orgasm you gave him was much more satisfying to his needs than spending money. Leaving a sticky trail of evidence upon the counter, for only someone else to discover later in the day.
Your lips were wrapped around his cock at least three times. One in the shower, once on his bed and once upon the pool table. Each time ending in your mouth full of his release, too much for you to swallow causing it to dribble out down your chin and spread against your chest. Mammon burning the sight into his mind.
He bent you over every piece of furniture he could find, ramming his cock into you from behind until your legs threatened to buckle from under you. He’d lean over and whisper dirty words into you just to feel you clench over him, your muscles trying to stop him from pulling away each time his hips pulled backwards.
“My tight human pussy,”, “Ya so wet and it’s all for me,”, “Fuck, ya look so good with my huge cock pounding you like this,”, “Cumming again? Yeah that’s right baby girl, let go and let me just take care of ya,”, “Ngh-Ya squeeze me so much, ya pussy already knows who it really belongs to, look how sensitive it is just from me pushing my cock into ya,”, “Don’t worry, I’m gonna cum over and over again. Fill this tight pink pussy up with the Great Mammon’s sperm,”.
His personal favourite position of the day was when he fucked you atop of the pool table. You’d engaged in foreplay to start with, three fingers curling inside you as you leaned over and sucked his cock. Mammon under-exaggerated his length to say the least. You could barely wrap a hand around it, not even fitting half of it into your mouth before it was hitting the back of your throat. Thanking the heavens (and Solomon) for the potions allowing your gag-reflex to vanish for the time, taking Mammon down your throat until you almost choked without air. A ‘Fucking hell human. Fuck that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,’ groaned from Mammon as throbbed in your mouth, threatening to release as his eyes watched you. Nothing in his lifetime could compare to the sight.
By the time you were close to coming, he pulled his fingers away before slamming his cock into you from behind, pushing your face down against the green felt. From the edging of the foreplay and the feeling of his head hitting your cervix you came instantly. Mammon gripping your shoulders tightly to the point they drew blood, trying to hold back his release. whilst he could hold it for a few deep thrusts, it was the whimper of his name as you turned your head over your shoulders to meet his gaze, watery blue eyes hinted with coin bronzed yellow swimming within a pool of lust that pushed him head first off the edge. He came so much he filled you to the point it gushed out onto your thighs and puddled upon the green felt of the table, hand having to jerk himself off as he continued to spurt his release onto your ass.
The sight of white upon your skin, just like his markings, set off a primal instinct within him and within minutes he was ready and roaring for more, determined to paint your skin in his essence and markings.
You were mind-blanked. Nothing but Satan filling your mind and body, lost in the white light of pleasure. Unable to form sentences, a babbling mess of incoherent words as you let pleasure ripple across your body like a surging river.
“I’m not like my brothers,” He cooed softly when you walked into his room, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You’d seen Satan in demon form before but this was a softer side to him, demon form by lust and not from anger. “We’ll do this however you feel comfortable,”.
“I like to be on top.” You smile, bringing a hand to cup his face. Satan was the one you were most worried about seeing his anger from before and almost, extremely mildly almost, frightened that he would bring this anger out into his lust. Alas, Satan cared for you the most and wanted to attend to your needs. ‘I can control myself in heat’ he told you. Words he soon forget in moments later.
“You're so big!” You mewled, digging your fingers into his chest as you rose your hips once more before lowering down, this time taking him fully. His back rested against the headboard as he sat up, you straddled across him with your hands splayed across his chest whilst he rested his on your waist. “Oh fuck Satan, Yes...Yes!” fell from your mouth in-time to your slowly rolling hips.
Whilst he wasn’t as thick as the others he was by far the longest, able to hit every needed spot within you as you grinded over him. Flush spread across your cheeks and down your neck, heated pleasure coursing through your veins as your mouth dropped into an ‘o’. One hand scratched at his chest leaving red marks in their wake whilst the other reached into the blonde of his hair and gripped onto his curled horns. It caused a hiss from him, eyes widening open as he panted heavily, the grip of his fingers sinking harshly into your skin. His self control slipped quickly with each roll of you upon him. Calling his name in a trembled voice, back arching so your breasts pressed against his chest, full skin on skin contact with him as he held you tightly. Your grip on his horns tightened like your muscles over his cock, the motion being his undoing.
With a strangulated groan followed by a whimper, heat surged inside you, one you had grown accustomed to over the last week. Satan’s head collapsed against your chest leaving you stilling your movements, to feel him continue to pulse and throb into you as he breathed heavily against your chest.
You’d heard demon horns were sensitive during heat, but you never expected it to be that sensitive.
“Satan...is everything okay?” Awkwardly still straddling him, his cock still hard inside you as you waited in suspense. You weren't far off finding a release yourself but now you felt it slipping further and further away.
A growl unlike you’d heard anything before left from Satan, the noise purely demonic. With a scream you were pulled from off of him, a demonstration of his hidden strength as he held onto you, pushing off the bed and slamming you into the nearby wall.
“Oh my little kitten,” A toothy grin meets your eyes, a slick tongue darting out to lick his lower lip as his eyes practically glow whilst covered in lust, “You have no idea what you do to me.” The vibrant green of his tail worms it way up across your body, taking its time to fondle and press over your dripping folds before continuing its way up to your body. You feel the scales of it wrap once around your neck and just as it squeezes slightly with control, his cock once again fills you to the hilt as he slams his hips into yours. Eyes roll from both of you to the back of your head, one arm holding beneath one of your thighs whilst the other pushes onto the wall next to your head to keep you caged in his hold.
The roar from him makes the desk nearby tremble, objects perfectly placed on his desk rolling around and spilling onto the floor. He effortlessly bounces you off his cock in a pace that brings stars to your eyes in seconds, gasping as his tail continues to gently squeeze your throat until he feels you withering whilst you cum around him.
“Yeah that’s right kitten, give into how good I make you feel.” Snarling as he says it, leaning down to catch a bouncing breast into his mouth as he sharply nips at your nipple causing a large red mark to form upon your skin. Unable to help you cling to him, red marks of dark lines grace his back as you claw into him, on the verge of a second orgasm already from how he’s pounding up and into you.
“D-Don’t stop.” You manage between moans, unable to hold back at how good this feels. Your skin and blood almost on fire, one or two tears rolling down your cheek only to be licked up by Satan, groaning as he laps up the saltiness.
The movement that made your mind blank into boneless-ness was when the tip of his tail pushes into your mouth, forcing its way into your wet cavern as he thrusts it in in-time to the thrust of his cock. Unable to focus you let it twirl in a battle with your tongue, drool pooling from your lips as it drips down your body to mix with sweat before hitting the point of where Satan and you meet. Weakly, you drag your arms up to once more grip his horns, danger threatening in Satan’s eyes as you tightly hold onto them.
It was fair to say Satan completely lost-control, roughly taking orgasm after orgasm until you blackout from over stimulation.
You’d be fucked to an inch of your life and it felt like it. Whilst the potions you took helped to remove muscle ache, the vast amounts of sperm pumped into you, bites, marks and everything else, it couldn’t remove the memories of feelings of the brothers upon you.
You spent more of the day in bed, just lying in a complete bliss of contentedness. Heat turned out to be just as enjoyable for you as it had the brothers, using you to fulfil their needs whilst also ensuring your own outer-body pleasurable experience. Even after their way with you they still cared for you like they normally would, ensuring you were okay, making sure you took the potion to heal your ruined body before carrying you to bed and letting you rest. Heat would definitely change the way you saw them all, the softness of Levi now filled with memories of him fucking you with his tail, Satan drawing out as many orgasms as he could before filling you over and over, Beel’s cock in your mouth as you choked on it whilst Belphie pounded into you from behind, Asmo teasing your clit to the point you came from a few quick strokes against it with the head of his cock and Mammon unable to control when he needed you taking you against the nearest surface he could.
The only brother you hadn’t come into contact with over the week was Lucifer. He refused to partake in your offering over heat, deeming he was a man and that he “should be able to control his urges without the help of a human.” That was Lucifer's way of putting it but what he really meant was he loved you too much and was too frightened he might lose control around you and ruin whatever this ‘friendship’ between you was. It scared him how much he lost himself around you, worried he would become a feral beast if he even got a whiff of your scent whilst he was in heat. And for that he kept himself locked away in his room.
It was the last day of heat and the rest of the brothers were slowly calming down, you could finally be in a room with them without them trying to tear off your clothes or burying their noses onto your skin just to get a smell of you.
As you sat in the kitchen, a noise so loud it made the cabinets near by rock on their study legs, the solid oak door to the exit of the house squeaked on its hinges and plates threatened to break from the way they shook. It was a noise similar to the one Satan had made, a growl from the deep depths of within a demon. One that made your core clench tightly.
You’d already taken the last potion you had in the morning, just in case one of the brothers' needs hadn’t been filled, it was better to be prepared. And as you stood outside Lucifer's door, slowly pushing it open to be emerged into a darkening sight. You knew there was one last brother who needed you.
The inside of Lucifer's room was dark, tatters of thick curtains ripped apart letting light inside the room. Stacks of paper were tossed onto the floor in shreds, ruins of books and momentous were scattered amongst the room, marks upon the wall where they’d been thrown leaving huge dents. In the midst of the room stood a figure hunched over, black as dark as night heaving on the toned back that raised and lowered with deep breaths. Clothes ripped upon his body, as if he’d torn at them themselves, unable to keep himself caged within them.
“Lucifer…” You meekly called out into the room, taking a bold step forward into the room, letting the door shut behind you softly. When no reply came you took another step forward, closing the distance between you and him.
And on your third step, red-beaded eyes glowing like the rising sun turned to find you, staring at you like a predator upon prey. It made you freeze. For the first time you weren't seeing Lucifer as Lucifer, you were seeing a really powerful demon.
“I said go!” Lucifer's plea came out in a yell, one that echoed off the walls and ricocheted off the furniture in its way. He turned on the spot, standing tall and proud, the exposure of his toned abdomen beneath peering through the barely together shirt. The normal trousers he wore were nothing but torn shorts, half opened and falling down his waist as black boxers poked from underneath them and as your eyes travelled down-
-A bulge clearly visible travelling far down his thigh, thick in girth and straining to be freed.
“Lucifer I-“ You take a step forward, you should have been frozen in fear from the way he was hungrily staring at you but this beast, this demon, was still your protector Lucifer.
In the next moment he was stalking towards you at breakneck speed, clutching his hands to your forearms as his breath came in waves.
“Your aroma is so… powerful,” Leaning down to slowly lick your neck causing a soft whimper as you tilted your head to allow him better access. As if realising his actions he pulled away, dropping his hands from you. “Please- I… I can’t control myself around you,” His voice breaking as he tried to keep himself away from you.
“Lucifer please, let me help you.” You softly whispered, reaching a hand out to gently cup his sharply defined jawline, a growl stirring in his throat.
“I won’t be able to hold back… I- I’ll hurt you… I’m not like my brothers, my heat is worse…” Lucifer swallowing, the bob of his adam’s apple clear from above you. The reason as to why Lucifer kept pushing you away for heat was clearly visible.
“I’m not scared of you Lucifer,” Softly rubbing your thumb over his skin, “Please, let me help you, I want to help you.”
The hands that held your arms came back to grip your face, pulling you up as he leaned down, pressing his lips tightly to yours as his tongue forced its way into your mouth. He gripped the back of your neck forcing an angle so his tongue could slide further into your throat, pushing the full length of his body against yours. The hand on your arm bunched your shirt up and ripped it off your body, leaving your torso exposed as he bit your bottom lip. Greedily he palmed your breasts, pulling his mouth away from you, you fell to your knees.
You were lost in the haze, completely taken over in lust as Lucifer’s grip in your hair tightened. One hand wrapped partly around his base whilst your mouth worked down over him, thrusting and fucking your mouth until your eyes watered and spit fell from your lips and onto the floor below. His cock was bigger than the rest, solid and pulsing it stood, flushed red with veins that throbbed down the side of it just aching to be touched. Growls and grunts fell over and over from him, fucking your face as he pushed the whole of his cock down your throat until you gagged and choked over it. He spilled into your mouth with nothing more than a few ragged breaths, the fingers in your hair twisted and tugged as he throbbed. Thick spurts of white falling with saliva from your lips, running down your throat as you held eye-contact with him, swallowing the more than plentiful release.
Your shorts were ripped from you as well, the sound of fabric tearing filling the room as he positioned you upon the bed on your hands and knees. He wasted no time lining up and thrusting into you, groaning so loudly that the bed rocked beneath you. Even with your own arousal and the potion, it was still a matter of patience for him to fully enter you, patience which Lucifer currently didn’t have. He shallowly thrusted with urgency until half of him slid in without any resistance, your tight walls clenching over him to stop him pulling out with every thrust. Until finally, he spat down to where you met and hilted himself fully into you.
“Lucifer!” You grip tightly to the bed-sheets, the force of him enough to make the air inside your lungs leave your body. Painted red nails of sharp spiked fingers clutch to your waist as he pulls your body back, not giving moments to adjust as he pushes over and over into you until slapping of wet skin is almost louder than the noises you're both making. He drives purposefully to the spot that makes your back arch, an orgasm building up already with little to no second to savour the feeling. The blood inside you is flaming, spreading a heated wild-fire inside you as every nerve is set alight with intensity.
As your muscles tighten rapidly, Lucifer roars out as sweat drips down his body completely giving into his heated need as he fucks you with primal urgency. His pace growing rapid as he feels your orgasm so close, unable to stop his nails breaking into your skin as he grips at you. The experience verging on painful as your elbows collapse, your face falling onto the pillows beneath as your body shunts forward with every powerful thrust.
“Fuck you look so good taking me like this,” His eyes focusing on the way his meaty cock stretches you over and over again as he thrusts in and out of you in tight controlled movements, unwanting and unwilling to even pull himself fully out of you.
You couldn’t help but scream out as you came, watery tears leaking from your eyes at the intensity of the white flooding your eyes, whilst highly pleasurable to a new level, it came fast and hard from Lucifer's punishing movements into you. The hands on your waist move, one leaning over you to grip the headboard showing his strength as it snapped. Splintering wood now lay in his hand as his whole body shook from the grip whilst you pulsed over him. The other hand clutched at the back of your neck and sunk scratches upon your shoulders that threatened to bleed. The sound of all four wings racing in speed to match his thrusts, unbridled passion of lust seeping from every inch of him.
Lucifer continued to thrust, the over-sensitivity of your spot being repeatedly hit boarded on painful.
This was no longer Lucifer, this was a creature pulled from the deepest pits of hell, brutally taking you until you could give no more.
Your teeth bit into the pillow, trying to obscure your whimpers but Lucifer heard them loud and clear. Pulling you up gently by the back of your hair, pulling up until you rested on your knees, your ass resting on the top of his thighs as his chest pressed against your back. A strong arm curved around the front of you to cup a breast, the weight of it bouncing in his hand with each thrust as his index and thumb rolled your nipple between them. The hand in your hair loosening to run his palm down your stomach, crying out loudly to feel his fingers spread your folds and rub tight circles around your clit. Head rolling against his shoulder, eyes falling to the back of your head as his lips press soft kisses down the contour of your neck, pleasure taking over every sense in your body. ‘Lucifer… Lucifer… Lucifer’ Over and over it falls from your mouth like a sinful prayer, body’s entwined like those of lovers. An erotic sight of pure loving pleasure upon his satin sheets. Gone was the rough fucking from moments before, Lucifer kissing the areas up on your shoulders where red marks lay as if trying to melt the pain away.
The softening tenderness was a surprise side of him you never expected. Deep penetrating thrusts, hitting inside you as he pulled partly out to thrust back in, groaning deeply as you came around him again in little time. This time feeling the full force of pleasure spread through your veins, not rough or forced like the one before, this one connecting you and Lucifer in an almost spiritual experience as you cried out his name to the highest of heavens. Skin ablaze whilst your toes curled, arms reaching behind you to wrap around his neck, burying in his raven hair to pull his face to yours. One hand wrapped around the ebony horn to keep him close, the added stimulation of that and your tightening walls was all he needed. The stuttering flutter of his rapid wings from behind indicated his release before you felt it. Lips meeting in a sloppy kiss, as you felt his heat surge inside you, biting his lower by accident as another orgasm blends into your waves of pleasure.
Trembling in his hold, hips rocking against his as you pulse to the point mixed arousal dripped down your thighs as he pulled his softening cock from you. Whimpering from over sensitivity as your muscles still squeezed him to try stop him from pulling out. “Shh little one, I’ve got you.” He cooed softly, kissing your lips over and over in softening pecks, hands running up and down your sides. Both of your skins aglow with sweat, ragged breaths meeting together, foreheads stuck and pressed against each other. Sharing a tender embrace with the eldest brother, two racing hearts beating at the same time.
“I hurt you.” His eyes full of shame to see the marks upon you caused by his own hand, his heart heavy and wounded to know that he did this to you.
“I’m okay, Lucifer I’m okay.” You whisper against his lips, slowly turning to face him. None of it hurt, all that mattered was that Lucifer knew you were fine and that whatever happened didn’t change your opinion on him. You bury your hands once more in his hair to kiss him, softly pushing him back until he lay on the bed as you straddled him, lips never parting for a second. He was still erect and most likely would be until the end of his heat that night. Slowly, you lifted your hips and let yourself sink back down onto him. He groaned so softly into your mouth as he protested at your slowly grinding hips, you interlaced your fingers with his. “Just let me take care of you.” Pooling eyes full of lust and love meeting each other as Lucifer nodded at your words, giving you full control to him as his thumb slowly rubbed over yours. Rocking your hips slowly, a complete change in atmosphere as you brought each other to a slow burning climax for the following of the night.
You woke up wrapped in satin sheets, a strong arm around your waist and a heavy breath against the back of your neck. Turning in the embrace to see Lucifer, sound asleep and more importantly back to his human form, heat was finally over. Lucifer had been the first brother to spend the night with you after sex, watching you drink every drop of the blue potions until he knew for sure that no-harm had come to you for his actions.
“Good morning.” A groggy voice yawned as the arm around you pulled you closer, resting you against his chest.
“Good morning,.” You whispered, pressing a sweet chaste kiss to where his heart lay.
Whilst heat may have given you the experience to be an individual part of the brothers for a week, when you woke up today was where you were meant to belong. In the strong hold of your loving protector, Lucifer.
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Mc: : are you a "plushies stay on the bed while we fuck" kinda person? or a "turn them around so they don't have to watch" kinda person?"
Asmo: * covers his mouth with a dramatic gasp* "OH FATHER WHAT HAVE I DONE-"
levi :* gets up from the table* " EXCUSE ME I HAVE TO APOLOGIZE TO ALL OF MY SOFT FRIENDS"
Belphie:* gets up too* " they should never have to see the sins I've committed, I need to pay my dues-"
Lucifer:" what the fuck is wrong with you all??"
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May I request the brothers reactions to getting a love letter from mc?
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Upon receiving it, he will read it preferably after finishing his paperwork but curiosity got the best of him.
He will be extremely careful with opening the envelope, using his crimson red nails to slowly tear it open.
When unfolding the letter his breath will catch when he starts reading over the content.
His eyes widen, his heart beats faster and his mouth can’t help but form a content smile.
Lucifer will commend you for being bold, for putting your most inner feelings onto paper and telling him the emotions that swirl within you.
He will send you a teasing smile as he asks you to come and meet him in his office after school.
And so you do.
He won’t be rough, he won’t hurry to get you in his bed. No, he will kiss you softly, telling you his feelings in a soft tone and looking at you with adoration.
That evening is spent talking, listening to your voice. It’s filled with softness, tender touches and loving kisses.
After that, the letter is sealed in a small, beautiful box. A protective spell placed upon it so that only he can look at it and take in your words.
He’ll make it custom to send you love letters to tell you his most hidden feelings, feelings he can not speak out loud without his pride blocking him.
He’s not nearly as careful as Lucifer.
When Mammon receives it, his eagerness wins over his calm and he tears the envelope to shreds which causes a small tear to the letter.
He’s quick to fix that tear with some handy tape but only after reading the letter a dozen times.
By the end, it’s not only the tear he will need to fix.
The letter is now tearstained, ink messed up and words eligible yet it doesn’t matter to Mammon.
He’s got the words memorised, swimming through his minds with your voice speaking them.
He will either: frame it or hide it away so that only he can see it. He might circulate between doing both.
Mammon will pull you into his room as soon as possible, rambling about how it’s “only normal you would fall for THE great Mammon”
Inside his heart was beating rapidly, his hands were clammy and his mind was worrying.
He didn’t know if the letter was sincere yet he couldn’t help but wish it was.
He’ll take your hands in his, letting the façade fade away as he thinks of the words you wrote.
Before he fully understands what’s going on he’s got his arms around you while tears stream down his cheeks.
That day is spent holding each other, choked sobs and wet kisses. Spent in the warmth you share, whispering words of love afraid that if spoken too loudly it will shatter everything.
His thoughts are too messy to be put to paper but he won’t hesitate to whisper them in your ear as you sleep, hoping you never hear them but sometimes you do
He doesn’t know what to do with the envelope addressed to him. At first, he assumed it’s some sort of joke.
Who would send a letter this day and age?
Although eager, he opens it carefully. Maybe it’s a letter from his favourite idol? He did enter a contest where one of the prizes was a letter.
His excitement soon faded into pure disbelief as he read the words carefully.
His laughter was loud but his sobs louder. Why were you so cruel?
Levi was quick to tear up the letter and discarding it in his trashcan although he had preferred burning but couldn’t find a lighter.
Days passed without a response from the otaku demon and soon you found knocking harshly on his door, desperate for answers.
Levi didn’t kiss you, hug you or took your hands. He fell to the floor as he listened to you pouring out your heart.
He laughed without joy instead it was a hollow one, one filled with sadness and held back rage.
He’ll ask you a thousand questions, hoping for it to be a lie, a silly prank. Hoping that these feelings you held were nothing but a joke, something he could cry over, be angry about but eventually move on.
His heart sores when you take him in your arms, yet his mind remains questioning. “How could you love me?”
It’ll take a while to reassure him but his love for you is strong, stronger than his hatred against himself.
Having a letter addressed to him wasn’t anything too peculiar.
He had many connections many of whom had no other means of reaching him then through the written word.
The only thing that surprises him is the handwriting he knows is yours.
He’ll take out his knife opener and carefully slides through the top of the envelope, making sure not to cut through what could be a serious letter.
As he unfolds the letter his mind is pondering over what it may say and although it had given him the possibility of a love letter to Satan that was highly unlikely.
He couldn’t help but smile as he read over your words.
A sense of longing overcame in, wanting you near him right this second so he could declare his affections for you.
So he did just that.
After school he was sure to be the first by your side, guiding you to his room and sitting you down on his bed.
He tries to speak yet can’t find the right words to truly express how much you mean to him.
Satan’s mind betrays him at that moment as it refuses to speak his feelings so he does the only thing he thinks will make it even clearer.
He presses his lips against yours, trying to pour the feelings into it as he pulls you closer into him.
Satan will lean his forehead against yours, smiling as he utters the three words that make the world around you fade away.
At first glance, he assumes it was a letter from one of his many admirers. Something to give him a temporary high from the compliments.
Yet as he reads through the letter for the umpteenth time, he’s feeling more than that. He feels seen, alive and pure happiness.
He’s soon to text you, urging you to come to his room.
The moment you’re there he’ll be jittery inside yet composed on the outside.
He wants to come across calm, collected, maybe even a little bit smug yet his heart is pumping, fingers clammy and brain running a 100 miles an hour.
Amso will smile at you brightly before taking the love letter of the desk and thanking you.
At first, you might think this is a rejection but with how close he’s coming you’re not so sure anymore.
He’ll drop the letter instead using his hands to cup your face and planting his lips on yours with vigour.
The kiss is nothing short of passionate, hungry and filled with lust yet when Asmo opens his eyes they shine with pure love.
If you let him, he’ll take you to bed, showing you just how much he adores every inch of you and giving you a first-hand experience of the skill set the avatar of lust possesses.
But the night can also be spent laying on his bed, relishing in the feeling of mutual affection. He’ll hold your hand, pull you close into his side, he’ll sing songs and whisper gossip in your ear.
Asmo will kiss you until your lungs burn, your head spins.
He’ll kiss for as long as the earth keeps spinning.
He is confusion.
A letter addressed to him? How unusual.
Beel becomes a flushed mess the more he reads, his heart is pounding and his smile is brighter than it normally is.
He has a hard time figuring out to express his true emotions with how shocked he is at the revelation that you like him, no, love him!
So he decides to make it clear in the only way he thinks will make you understand.
Beel begrudgingly walks up to Purgatory Hall in search of the only one who can help in making this a success.
He knows he could’ve gone to the demon butler but he also knows that poor Barbatos was already swamped with work given to him by Diavolo.
Luckily the small angel agreed with little hesitation, gathering a plethora of cooking supplies and pushing them in Beel’s large arms.
It took an entire afternoon to make the heart-shaped cake along with decorating it.
Both of them were incredibly happy with the end result.
Luke even went ahead to write “I love you MC” on the top in elegant handwriting fitting for an angel.
Beel soon texted you to come to the kitchen for an afternoon snack yet his thumbs hardly worked and he ended up typing “come to kicthen” before realizing his mistake.
Luckily you were quick to come without complaints.
With a beaming smile he presents you the cake, dropping down to give you a small kiss on the cheek.
You both ate the cake while stealing kisses from the other in between bites.
When he found an envelope with his name on in front of his door, he was amused and intrigued.
It wasn’t often he received a letter let alone a letter written in your handwriting.
He ripped the envelope open while falling down on his bed, not caring all that much about its state. All he cared about was the letter.
He read it over and over again with a bright smile and fast-beating heart.
If Beel saw him he would make a comment on the blush that dusted his cheeks.
Like a schoolgirl in a cheesy romcom, he clutched the letter to his chest but unlike them, he didn’t squeal or rapidly move his legs as if he was cycling.
No, instead, he fell asleep, hugging your letter close.
He woke up with you standing over him, ready to wake him up for what he thinks is dinner.
Belphie just smiles and grabs your arm, making you fall onto the bed next to him.
Don’t expect to be leaving any time soon.
He puts the letter on his nightstand, wraps his arms and legs around while whispering. “I love you too.” before planting soft kisses on your exposed skin.
Later on, Belphie will drag you to the attic, hoping to get you away from prying eyes and the loud rumbling of his twin’s stomach.
There he’ll whisper songs of praise into your ears, he’ll hold you close to him even going as far as following you to just outside the bathroom.
If you thought he was clingy before, you don’t know what awaits you.
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Heyyyy, I'm your suggestive anon :D
And today I'm back with another suggestive request,
So how about brothers reaction on Mc leaving Visible Hickeys on them?
Hope you have a great day dear, Ty (And I freaking loved the last one :))
Hey my suggestive anon, I hope you're doing fine too, mc is gender neutral here (no pronounciation actually) so here you go 💜
Brothers when you leave a visible hickey on them:
Warnings: 18+, NSFW, do not read if you're underage
*Smug smirk* touches the hicky infront of you while you both get ready to start your day, "my my, looks like someone was too eager last night, what should we do darling?"
Keeps his head high while walking so the hicky gets enough jealous stares.
Pride level +99999999999
Examines the hicky everytime uses the washroom.
Goes to meet prince and *unintentionally* shows off to Diavolo, "well Lucifer, looks like your and Mc's relationship is on full bloom"
Gets embarrassed,blushes yet doesn't try to hide it daddy takes pride in it duh what are you saying instead plans on getting revenge from you by not letting you walk straight for next few days :').
50 shades of red Mammon in the morning is a nice view, you can bet your life on it :')
"O-oi human look w-what ya did, I have a s-shoot today d-damnit"
Insists his director & make up artist to do shirtless shoots and keep his hicky intact so he can ✨flex✨.
Whenever someone points out he snorts, "well I'm the great Mammon after all, of course I get plenty of chicks"
Your glare at him -> he gets a heart attack -> you leave from the place -> he runs after you -> he kabedons you -> ✨make out session ✨
| You: 0 | Mammon:0 | Hickeys; 100|
Conclusion: you both are covered with Hickeys now congratulations.
Screams Internally + Externally in the washroom early in the morning.
"Levi ?! what happened are you okay????"
"Levi I don't understand alien language..."
Doesn't know what to do infront of his brothers, should he hide or should he show off? diavolo have mercy on him...
Stays shirtless while playing with his entire guild because it's 'hot' outside:')
When someone points it out "Oh Lol it's from my partner"
Confidence level: +9999999
Tries to rile you up entire day *unintentionally* so you would give him more Hickeys (hehe sneaky snake).
He loves marking you so when you mark him instead, he's Initially Blushing, but within a split second lips curled into smirk which he only shows when his pride level literally exceeds Lucifer's.
"Well well looks like my kitty has become rebellious"
Keeps his shirt's collar button open so everyone can have the best view.
Whenever someone stares extra hard, satan smirks and sends you the update with some ✨wisdom✨ like what he's going to do with you at night as a revenge and so on :').
Toward the end of day everyone in the bookclub knows that Satan's partner is ✨eager✨.
Makes sure to give you plenty of matching marks that night and forbids you from using concealer to hide it.
Hickeys ? On Avatar of lust? From YOU??? Asmo is a sucker of it.
Give him marks please, show both of your marks off together, show the world that you both belong to each other.
No matter how much make up he uses, he never covers up the Hickeys you leave on him.
He encourages you to give him more.
Wears more revealing outfits to flex more.
He loves you ,he takes pride on it and don't worry he's going to show his appreciation for the Hickey tonight in the most sensual and productive way.
Doesn't notice at first until someone else (specifically you) points it out.
He's the most chill brother about it though.
He loves the fact that you have marked him,he loves to be called as yours.
When his teammates points it out after the match he feels like Lucifer's sin has possessed him, he feels so prideful.
Plans on thanking you by pleasuring you like the royalty at night.
*At dinner table*
Beel: Belphie what's that above your collarbone? Is that a mosquito bite?
Beel: That mark is really deep, was the mosquito big?
Belphie: dunno, take measurement if you want, they are sitting beside you *points at you*.
Lucifer & Mammon: *chokes*
Belphie has no filter about it, why should he? He loves you, you love him and he lives to mark you as his and so do you. He's not only the spoiled brat, you're a spoiled gremlin too :').
Whenever someone stares for very long at his hicky he would go to them and ask with a cocky look "like what you see?" And then leaves the place with a chuckle.
Flexes extra hard whenever you both are in the same place, be it outdoor or indoor.
Keeps collar button open of his R.A.D shirt turning a deaf ear to Lucifer's warnings.
At night throws baseless accusations on you so he can punish you nice and hard.
Thank you so much for reading, stay healthy and stay safe everyone and please take care of yourself 💜
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Pairing: All Demons x MC (F).
Fandom: Obey Me.
Warning/Notes: Slight and suggestive NSFW. Underwear shopping with the demon brothers.
Acts as if it doesn’t bother him but deep down he’s excited to see what you buy.
Of course he keeps trying to play cool and that he’s an older male, not a giggling schoolboy like his brothers and something so simple as underwear shopping can phase him.
But boy is he wrong.
You hold up multiple designs to your chest, “What do you think about these?”, “Oh these are pretty!”, “Do you like this set in this colour or that one?”. And whilst he agrees and nods along to it all, you can’t help but notice the sly way his eyes dart back to a crimson red set on display.
You threw a set of it into your basket when he is looking, heading off to the empty changing room before slipping into it. The red lace settled perfectly against you, the colour of it perfectly matching the gemstone-red of Lucifer's eyes.
Taking out your D.D.D you drop him a message, telling him you need his assistance which being the devoted boyfriend he is, comes straight away to the changing rooms.
“Can’t an assistant help you out, I don’t think I should-...” His words come to a halt as you pull back the curtain, letting him get a full few of the set you had on. His jaw hanging open wide and the avatar of pride is for once speechless. But with a quick blink of your eyes it’s over and Lucifer has pulled the curtain shut, hissing at you to get dressed leaving you feeling rather embarrassed.
Throwing back on your clothes to step out to see Lucifer impatiently scowling and tapping his foot. He grabs your wrist and leads straight out the store with a bag in his hand.
“Lucifer!” You protest as he leads you out to an empty alley beside the shop, pushing you against the wall as he cages you in.
“I brought you multiple sets of that outfit,” He hums leaning dangerously close, a hint of mischief in his eyes, “So we’re going to go home and you're going to try it on again, then,”. He gives you a toothy grin before leaning into the shell of your ear, “You're going to let me tear it off your body so you can feel just how beautiful you look in it,” The bulge of his trousers pressing against your thigh as he nips your ear lobe.
“Do you really like it?” You whispered meekly, with a hitched gasp.
“If I even re-imagine you in it, I don’t think I’ll make it home before I have to have you in it,” Huskily replied, before a bold strike of his tongue licks the course of your neck.
Any self control he had was hanging by a thread, the minute he saw you in it at home it snapped like a rubber band, just like the underwear set as he clawed at it to pull from your body.
Thank goodness he brought over 10 sets of it because by the end of the week, 6 of them were in ruins.
“Pft clothes shopping with the little human doesn’t bother the Great Mammon!” Words lived to regret.
He goes from strong bound Mammon to shy blushy boy the minute you tug him into the shop full of panties and bras.
He literally dies from blushing overload.
“Well I like these, but what do you like?” You asked, holding up a tiny thong in yellow and watching his eyes widen. Mammon had never actually seen your underwear properly, too busy tugging it off your body to actually admire it.
“B-buy whatcha like,” Pulling his sunglasses down to try hide the shade of red on his face.
“Or what about these?”, “Oh I like these!”, “Mammon, what do you think?” Holding up a thrilled black set of a bralette and thong, matching suspenders and stockings with it.
All Mammon can do is cough to try hide the squeal that left his mouth as he saw it.
“I- I uh… I like it better… in white,” His face a blaze as he awkwardly scratches his neck trying to hide his face.
“White it is then!” You smile, grabbing it off the shelf and giving him a kiss on the cheek.
“You know,” You leaned into his chest as he pulled you close, resting his head on top of yours, “Since you were such a good boyfriend for helping me pick, I’ll wear it especially for you when we get home,”.
Mammon doesn’t need to hear another word, holding your hand he throws the outfit at the till and swipes goldie so fast it could have set the card machine on fire. You barely have time to even unzip your bag to get your card out by the time he’s already pulling you out of the shop.
A huge grin on his face as he tells you, ‘He’s down to come underwear shopping with you again anytime’.
“What do you think?” You teased, watching your boyfriend gawp at what you were holding, big panties with ugly patterns on them that looked like your grandma’s curtains.
“I mean sure, whatever you feel comfortable in,” He nods, hands fisting around a lace thong the same colour of his latest console controller, a deep purple.
Giggling you put them down, walking to him and asking what he has there.
“Oh Levi these are perfect! This is just what I was looking for,” You take the underwear from his hands as you hold it up, twisting them in the light to get a good look.
Levi looks like he could burst into flames on the spot with how red he is.
“I- I… I was just holding them because they were in the wrong place… I… you don’t need… I” He mumbles off but you shut him up with a smile.
“They are just what I wanted, now I just need to find a bra to match,” You smiled, heading straight over to them as Levi follows behind you.
“I saw one over there…” He points in the direction to where the matching bra was, as he said he ‘just happened to notice it’.
You brought the set and went home together holding hands, swinging your arms in a playful manner. As soon as you get home you give Levi some space, letting him jump on to his console for a few hours.
“Oh Levi,” You knocked on his door and pushed it open to see him sitting on his gaming chair, controller in hand. With a light smirk you walk in, shutting the door and dropping your dressing gown showing him the purple set from earlier on you complimented with knee high socks and your hair in low pigtails. You’d done your makeup and hair to resemble one of his favourite characters you’d seen from his online manga series. Your dressing gown and his controller hit the floor at the same time.
“Think you have time for a two player game?” You whispered as you made your way over to him, straddling him in his chair as he can do is nod at your question.
He was grumpy. He stropped the whole time you were in the shop.
“Oh this is the bra I’ve been looking for for ages!” You squeal, dropping his hand and darting across the empty store to clutch the yellow material with daisies on.
“Satan look they even have my size, oh this is perfect!” You grab the last one of your size, yelling over your shoulder, “Can you grab me the panties?”.
When no response comes you turn around and find Satan still standing at the entrance huffing as he crossed his arms.
Sighing, you trek across the shop and grab what you need, before heading to your boyfriend.
“Can you at least pretend to be interested please, I need to try this on to check it’s the right fit,” You pouted as he sighed softly, wrapping his arm around your waist and guiding you to the changing rooms.
“What’s wrong with you today, I-!” You squeal softly as he pushes you against a wall, face pulled close to yours as he licks his lips hungrily.
“I already told you before we left,” Pressing kisses down your chin with a little groan, “I already like with you nothing on, this is a waste of time,”.
“S-Satan I need new underwear for school,” You replied, trying to hold in the moan in your throat as he nipped your neck.
“Whenever you're with me,” His hands curve around your thighs before slowly moving up to cup your ass over your jeans, “You never need to wear any because you know I’ll have them off in seconds,”.
“Is this why you’ve been mardy?” You wrap your arms around his neck forgetting where you are in the back of the store.
“Maybe,” He hums softly with a smile, pulling back, “Try these on if you need too and let’s go home, I can’t wait to see you in my favourite outfit,”.
He leans forward one more, whispering “Naked and below me,” with a pinch to your ass.
“Oh sweetie your bra is just- ugh no my eyes,” Asmo had protested that morning whilst you got dressed, a horrific squeal coming from your boyfriend.
He insisted you go shopping and buy new underwear.
By insisted, he literally took your whole underwear drawer and threw it into the bin, forcing you to go out shopping.
“These are pretty,” You hold up a few casual bras for under your uniform, an eye roll and a tut comes from Asmo.
“I mean for school, but sweetie come on push the boat out and treat yourself,” He holds up a hot pink bra that leaves little to the imagination.
“Right take these and try them on,” Asmo bunching a half the shop into your hands and shoving you into the dressing room.
A lot of them were beautiful and you fell in love instantly with them, matching sets of multiple colours and different designs.
The last one you had was lace with different strings on it, an intricate design that you couldn’t do alone.
“Asmo!” You call out, wanting to tell him to get an assistant but instead he comes into the room.
“Oh sweetie…” He grins in the mirror as he shuts the curtain, watching as you cup your breasts in modesty, not that he’d never seen them before.
“I need help, can you get the lady,” You shuffle on the spot, watching the rose-tinted eyes taking in your form in the mirror in front of you.
“Oh let me, I’ll be much better than them,” He giggles as he brushes your hair over your shoulder, delicate fingers working the lace and ribbon into knots.
As he pulls the last one, he places soft kisses to the nape of your neck, one hand moving to your front to move your hand from chest to show yourself properly.
“You are so beautiful,” He continues his soft kisses, eyes meeting yours in a loving gaze in the mirror.
“Asmo I-“ A blush forming on your cheeks as you admire the underwear upon your skin, accentuating your breasts and curves in a manner you didn’t know it could.
“Let me buy you it,” He purrs against you, his two hands moving to stroke your bare waist softly, “Let me forever be the only person to see you like this,”.
You turn your neck to face him, lips so close you can his breath against you, nothing but love in his eyes.
The avart of lust he may be, but as well a boyfriend who stole your heart and wears it on his sleeve.
“Only for you Asmo,” You reply before he kisses you softly, embracing you from behind as the mirror captures your tender moment.
A voice outside from the assistant pulls you apart, asking if you need any help.
“No I’m fine thank you!” You yelled, Asmo giggling into your neck as he finally lets you go.
“Now let's go home so I can get a proper look at you in this,” His finger snapping the back of your thong, making the skin beneath it ripple.
“Belph?’... “Belph!”... “Fuck sake, Belphegor!”.
Finally a violet eye peered from beneath a shut eye-lid, Belphegor falling asleep in the chair as you tried on the underwear you had picked.
“Looks nice,” He yawned as you threw your hands up in frustration.
“I’m not even wearing anything, I’ve tried it all on,” You huffed, throwing every single item to the ‘not wanted’ pile in the dressing room.
“Woah after all this you're not getting anything?” Belph emphasised the annoyance in his voice.
“Oh I’m sorry, is spending time with your girlfriend an issue,” You sighed.
Multiple times you’d called out to him whilst trying things on for his opinion until after no response for the fourth time you peered out to find him asleep. Whilst he was a real-life sloth, he had promised to come with you and spend some alone time together.
“No, I.. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” He bashfully replies, “What's wrong with all of them?.
He gestures to the pile and you let out a wounded sigh.
“They made me… thrumpy… that’s why I wanted your opinion,” Turning your head and missing the way he sprang to his feet to be by your side.
“I’ve seen you in underwear enough times to tell you how beautiful you look,” The softness of his voice as he cups your cheeks to hold your gaze. Love mixed into a whirling pool of sleep, a galaxy lost amongst the purple haze of admiration.
“Why don’t we look at them pad free things,” He offers a suggestion.
“You mean the bralettes?”.
“Yeah the ones you say are really comfortable, let’s get some of them so when we nap you’ll be fine,” He softly chuckles as he presses a kiss to your temple, “Or you could just go braless I don’t mind,”.
“Belph!” You laugh back with a light blush.
“You look the most gorgeous creature whatever you wear, so let’s go get and get some comfy clothes so we can go home,”.
“And nap?” You teased.
“A nap is on the list, but first, I want to hold you and love you until you can take no more,” His voice is in a hushed whisper for only you. “I want to remind you of just how perfect and unthrumpy you are, in whatever you want to wear, or not wear. And then we can nap,”.
“Put them down!” You yelled quietly, balling up some underwear and throwing it at the ginger haired boy standing a few rows in front of you.
“But look!” He almost squeals like a child, waving a box in his hand.
Said box was a pair of panties made out of candy.
“Beel, will you please be serious,”.
You choose to ignore his pout and protest, completely blanking out the way he over dramatically sighs when he puts down the box, coming to stand beside you as you flick through boxes of sale underwear.
“Oooh what about these,” He laughs, holding up a ridiculously tiny thong in blue.
All you think is why did I bring him.
“Actually I like thongs, so put that in the basket,”
Beel goes red and thumbles slightly, “W-what wait? I was joking, are you serious?”.
“Yeah? I mean I’d say have you seen my underwear but you’ve torn so many…” Your voice quietens as you finish the sentence, losing yourself in the playful banter with your boyfriend you forgot other people were in the shop.
“I- I mean I don’t because I- shut up!” Beels' face is still red as he drops the garments into the basket.
Finding fun in teasing him, you pick up more of the same ones and inspect them before dropping them into the basket, continuing to ask for his opinion.
By the end you purchase plenty of backup underwear in case Beel’s panty ripping faze continues and throw in a surprise extra just for Beel as a gift for coming with you.
“Tch! What’s the rush, dinners almost ready and I’m starving,” Beel huffing as you pull him into your room, sitting him down on the bed.
“Good, I was hoping you would be,” You unbutton your jeans and slowly pull them down until they pool at your ankles, fingers quickly tugging off your shirt. Beneath lays a matching candy underwear set.
You’ve never seen someone move so quickly, Beel pinning you against the wall as he practically drools on you.
“It’s all edible,” You smile, “Now eat up,”.
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Embarrassing Things MC likes to do to the Brothers(Plus un-datables)
-He’s the most serious one, so he’s the best one to tease especially if he’s highly flusterer
-At Dinner , It was quiet, you all were enjoying dinner until you said
-”can you pass the salt daddy?”
-He chokes for a second
-the brothers chuckle and snicker
-He knew you did that purposely and he’ll make sure to punish you gravely tonight
-This is mammon we’re talking about, he’s the easiest prey ~
-All you do is just call him cute embarrassing pet names, anywhere, anytime
-”Where’s my smoochie poochie?~”
“Oi!! quit calling me that!” His face is completely red
-”don’t you want my love, Mammy Pammy?~”
-you give him kisses but he’s still salty
-Just like Mammon, easy prey
-all you would do is just always be real close to him where every he goes
-He’ll be flustered especially if you show PDE(Public Display of Effection)
-It’s not that he doesn’t like it, he’s just sees it as embarrassing
-Sometimes you go an extra step but yelling in a crowd “THIS IS MY BEAUTIFUL ADORABLE HUBBY”
-You would see him on the ground red faced , but he loved it lowkey-
-He was a bit harder to Embarrass but you eventually figure it out (it was cat based of course-)
-He’d be reading in the living area with some of the brothers and you would walk in normal but you had a noticeable accessory, A collar
-He was shocked but he did really blush deep until he noticed the tag
-”Satan’s bad kitty”
-Now he did want people to know you’re his but this was embarrassing for him-
-You;d soften him up by purring which semi turns him on a little
-Nothing. Nothing you do will embarrass him XD
-He loves every little thing you do
-He enjoys seeing your attempts to try and fail everytime
-He gets curious as to how far you’ll go
-He was hard to embarrass at first but you found a way very quickly
-He gets embarrassed by you when you treat him like a baby
-Such as Cleaning him up, pinching his cheeks , call him soft cute names ,etc
-”You’re such a messy boy~”
-things like that make him a blushy mess
-You would think the wouldn’t be be flustered at all but there’s one way he can be~
-All you would have to do is steal his Jacket (sometimes shirt too ) and wear it for the whole day while wearing short shorts , so that looks like you have nothing under and thigh stockings
-When he seems you like this, he’s a blushing mess and will keep you from his brothers
-He’ll trap you in his bed with you in his arms , he’ll be slightly irritated as well
-He’s easy to embarrass
-One thing you’d love to do is sit on his lap while during a meeting
-He’d be as red as his hair in his demon form
-Lucifer would scold you but you wouldn’t care since you’ve completed your mission
-He low-key doesn't mind you on his lap
-He’s almost like Asmo, Not really bothered by your attempts but he can get caught off guard sometimes
-The one that makes him flustered is when you guys are around people and you rush from behind and hug him from behind
-He’d be surprised and blushed , He knew it was you because only you would have the guts to do so
-Afterwards, he’d lightly scold you to behave yourself but he already knew you wouldn’t listen, much at least
-He’s basically immune to your attempts
-but he’ll uno reverse you
-You end up being a red mess when he does the same thing to you or counters you
-When it was physical, he really knew how to make you blush hard
-you’d later attempt to kick his butt but failed because he dodges right as you came rushing in
-He doesn’t mind the affection you give him but gets nervous when you tease him
-He has nothing against PDA but when you take it too far , he gets flustered
-Like when you overly cuddle *cough*squeeze*cough* him or cling onto him
-he appreciates your love but he’d prefer this when he has you all to himself
Luke (Non Romantic)
-He is your child, why would you not embarrass him??
-One of the things he finds embarrassing is when you claim your dominance as his mom
-He hates it when you scream “EVERYONE ,THIS IS MY SON, HURT HIM AND YOU DIE “
-He gets so embarrassed but proves your point yelling “MOOOM/DAAAD!!!”
(Hope you enjoyed this post! LEave some suggestions for more scnerios!)
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Mammon, drunk and flirty: So, what's your type?
Mc, sober: Oh I don't know... Mostly male. Taller than me. Great model. Effortlessly gorgeous. Amazing sense of humor. Someone I've known for a long time.
Mammon, starting to cry: You're in love with Asmo, aren't you?
Mc: Did I mention dumb? Definitely got to be dumb.
Mammon, sobbing: No, you're definitely in love with Asmo.
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Weird Ways The Brother Touch You Headcannons
It is a know fact that Belphie is a yandere, so he tends to get jealous real easily.
If he’s waiting on you to walk to class together or to go home and he sees MC chatting with another lower level demon and laughing, he loses it in a lazy way.
He will calmly walk over to MC and wrap his arms around them, but instead of putting his head on top of their head, he squats down and place his head right next to MC.
His eyes would be staring directly into the demons, unblinking. A single hand will lay across MC’s torso while his other hovers above the other, showing off his long sharp nail, ready for action.
He’s not about to allow some piece of trash ruin his dreams of MC, his brother, and himself living a happy life together.
He only ever use that style of hugging if he’s trying to discreetly threaten a demon to back up. Other than that, he’s cuddled up on Mc’s side or wrapping himself around their arm to use as a body pillow.
Another weird thing he does is grab the back of MC’s shirt if he wants their attention.
He has already verbally complain about how his brothers spent more time with MC, so if he wants MC for himself without his brothers, he will just latch on to the back of their shirt.
Levi’s gushing about some new anime to you, but it’s 5 o’clock which is the time you two usually take a nap, but his brother is still talking.
So he’ll calmly walk up behind MC, grab their shirt, and as each minute passes by, pulls on it a little harder.
MC better get the hint before they get pulled backwards into Belphie’s arm where he will then just physically drag them to his room.
It all started when MC got the brothers to watch Lion King and the scene of Simba being lifted came on. MC giggled a bit and explain how it was a meme to lift up your animals in the same way back on Earth.
It just started as a small thought about doing the same thing to MC. Just a small innocent thought.
But then he walked in on MC struggling to reach one of the higher shelves that were more in reach for demon’s height. (I still headcannon that the brothers are extremely tall, like unhumanley height).
He would walk over to you struggling and seeing you struggling and the thought of lifting you up comes again.
MC ask if he could help them and he goes with his first thought. Put his hands up their arms and lift them up to the cabinet. They giggle at his actions before grabbing what they need, but Beel doesn’t let them down.
“What are you doing?” MC asked, giving him a humorous smile.
“Simba.” That all he response causing MC to laugh.
Ever since then, Beel would randomly pick MC up under their arms causing them to laugh. Then it turned into something more.
Beel would love holding them up in the air and just feeling their warmth in his arms. So, he started sitting them on his forearm with a bicep as a backrest.
They just looked so small in his arms and he just liked how it felt.
MC couldn’t complain. They got carried around everywhere and see that happy smile on Beel’s face up close.
This demon is the embodiment of lust, he has touched you in every way possible.
But the oddest way is sometimes instead of holding your hand, he will link pinkies together and walk around like that.
The pose is just so cute and MC just looks so cute when they glance down at their entwined thumbs and just smile at them.
Two of the hottest beings in the Devildom is looking cute at the moment. What else could the world need?
He also loves to play footies with you if you’re sitting down doing anything.
The teasing just gets to him and he loves it. Please just run your foot up this man’s calf and he will pounce on you.
You wouldn’t think that Satan would have any weird thing he does, which is true while he’s focus.
If MC were to be chilling next to Satan while he’s reading and he’s deep into the book, his foot will stretch out and just lay itself on top of whatever part of them is closest.
MC will be watching this video on their DDD while Satan is on this third volume of this series and he’s unaware of the world around him.
MC will feel a small press on their thigh. Look down and there’s Satan’s foot.
It’s not even the whole foot. Just the toes and maybe the ball of his foot. Never the entire foot.
If MC doesn’t say thing, he will just keep it there as he continued to read his book with his eyes scanning each line absorbing the information.
The only way he will realize it is if MC ask him why does he always put his foot on them.
He would turn slightly pink as he realized how indecent the act was. He will apologize for his action and promise not to do it again.
Soon as that book gets risen up again and his attention is snatched away, his foot will drifted back over.
Point it out and you will now have a flustered Satan. MC will say that it’s fine and kind of cute how he reaches out for them.
“I guess that’s my body way of telling you that you’re too far away.” He will then scoot over and beckon MC to lay right next to him.
He still accidentally does it if MC sits too far from him. It just a sign that Satan wants them closer.
This poor kid is just the type to see cute anime couple poses and want to do them with MC, but is too shy.
He will see all his brothers cozying up to MC and be like “It’s not fair. I want to do that.”
One day he will gain up the courage to wrap his arms around Mc’s waist while their cooking... It doesn’t go according to plan.
He went to wrap his arms around them and panic.
MC turns around to question why he grabbing the sleeves of their sweater, but sees his dark red face and his shivering, and decided against it.
Please be nice to the poor guy. Just start up a conversation to get his mind off his failed attempt at contact.
He realizes through the conversation about anime that you need to stir the pot and he panics thinking this is the part where they will shake him off.
Then MC just moves their arms normally with Levi still attach and continue on with the conversation.
This weird move became Levi and MC’s thing. If he wants to be close to them, he just grabs their sleeves and stand close behind him.
You want to really fluster him? Wrap your arms around yourself and his brain will crash as he realized that he kind of accomplished it.
Or slide your hand in the sleeves and hold his through the fabric. Make it better by swinging your arms, so the two of you rock together.
It’s weird to outsiders, but Levi’s just happy to be close to them in any way or shape.
He’s a tsundere, so he will be trying to be smooth with it. But for some reason, he saw a guy with his girlfriend’s legs ontop of him and his arms resting on it, and he was like ‘I wanna do that with MC’.
He can’t just straight out ask you to rest your legs on him. He will wait for the perfect moment to strike.
And it came in the form of movie night. He bullied managed to get a spot next to MC on the couch as the movie started playing.
MC kept shifting around trying to get comfortable and saw this as his chance.
“Oi, stop moving around so much. If you need to stretch ya legs, ya could’ve just said it.” Proceeds to grab MC’s leg and throw it on top of his.
He will try to play it off, but his bright red face and shaking hands alert everyone of what was going on.
If MC doesn’t say anything and just snuggle down into him. He will relax a little. Maybe enough to put his hands onto of their leg as the movie continue on.
He had a moment of panic when MC went with Beel to get some more snacks during the movie change and he didn’t know how he was going get them back into that position without looking suspicious.
But worry not, when the movie started, MC swung their legs on top and continued watching the movie.
If you want to give him a real shock, halfway through the movie, just scoot over and snuggled into him. He will be red the rest of the movie and stuttering every time his brother tease him about “why his face so red?”
Many would believe that this demon is not affectionate, but he likes it to be more subtle.
A hand on the lower back while you two walk around the halls of school. This way he feels that he can control what MC does.
His reasoning is because MC seems to like to seek out trouble, so if he keeps that hand there, it will kill that temptation to get themselves in trouble.
The truth is that it just feeds into his Pride. Seeing how big his hand is compared into your human frame.It makes him feel powerful.
Plus when a lower level demon tries to come up to MC, it’s more effective than telling them to fuck off. It’s the class version of it.
Demon tries to flirt with MC. Lucifer slides in and put a hand on their lower back, making them indirectly lean into him. Just one look at a demon and that’s all that is need to say, “They’re mines.”
A hidden one he won’t admit to is the bottom of the skull.
If it’s just MC and him relaxing on his bed, he will pretend to play with the hair in that area, but MC will pick up on it. He doesn’t rub their head or rub his hands through their hair, if their hair allows. It’s always at the back of the bottom.
It’s because that’s were human’s fragile skull is and the beginning of their spine. Not to include so many nerves and blood vessels there.
It shows that MC trust him if they allow him to touch them there and once again, it just feeds into his pride.
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Hey! Good luck w this whole writing thing ! Can I have some soft asmo headcanons pls 🥺🥺🥺 I love the him
𝘢𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘶𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘪𝘦 (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡
hiya! i love the him too, anon 😔 baby asmo doesn’t get enough love. thank you for the lovely request and the well wishes ! ♡
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
✧ He’s a big flirt with everyone, but he’s inclined to compliment you in more meaningful ways. Asmodeus always finds himself softly cooing over how sweet you are and how much he loves the way your eyes shine when you get excited, or how perfectly you fit in his arms. His words are never empty.
✧ You can always feel him smiling when he kisses you, and if you place your hand over his heart, you can feel it racing too. You are his whole world.
✧ He loves gently taking a lock of your hair and kissing it when he wants your attention, gazing at you through his thick lashes. It’s so obvious how smitten he is when he gives you that look, and you think you fall in love with him all over again when you see it.
✧ Please be gentle with him, you’re the only one who has his heart. Despite his experience with lust and breaking hearts, he lacks any experience in reciprocating feelings, and looks to you for encouragement. He’s like an excited puppy in the way he tries to win your heart and make you happy, losing his mind when you let him know he’s done something right! He’ll cover your face in kisses because making you happy makes him happier than he’s ever been.
✧ He easily worries when he thinks he’s upset you and comes running back to you with his tail between his legs and a bouquet of roses in his arms, asking if you’re mad at him :-( He lavishes you in presents and back rubs and probably even begs on his knees for forgiveness if that’s what you ask. Asmodeus never wants to give you a reason to leave him.
✧ Asmodeus wants to be with you so bad! He’ll do anything and everything he can to get you in his arms, stealing you away from the rest of his brothers to bring you shopping and on all kinds of dates to convince you that he’s better than any of them!
✧ (Please, tell him that he’s better than any of them, he needs to hear it from you.)
✧ Being starved for meaningful affection, Asmodeus just wants to always know how much he means to you. He wants to know how much you love him, if you’re as charmed by him as he is by you… In quiet moments, he’ll softly lean his head on your shoulder and ask if you really love him? Asmo just needs to hold your hand and lace your fingers together, feeling your love and warmth.
✧ He makes it a point to fall asleep last when you share his bed. He wants to take his time admiring your beauty in the silence, how perfectly you fit in his arms… Asmodeus finds himself lovingly stroking your cheek with his thumb, tracing his fingertips over your brow and the elegant bridge of your nose, down towards your lush lips. Everything about you is perfect to him, and it drives him crazy. It’s almost unbelievable that someone like you would genuinely want to give your heart to him… almost.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
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Solomon: I saw a really cute girl outside today.
Asmo: That’s not possible, Mc was with me the whole day.
Solomon: Mc is not the only cute girl around.
Asmo: Sounds fake but okay.
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Hi! I love your HC of MC being protective of Mammon. Can I please request a similar HC of MC being protective of Asmo?
For the ones who haven't read the other protective posts here is the one with Mammon and here is the one with Levi.
MC protecting Asmo
Gender neutral MC
He has been the nicest brother when you first arrived so of course you're gonna protect him from all the haters.
It's not like he needs it tbh considering how sassy he can get. Especially with Mammon.
But you don't like the idea that he has to defend himself all alone so you make it your mission to step in whenever you're around.
"Asmo stop being an arrogant bitch all the time."
The pretty demon opens his mouth to say something, but you're quicker.
"And you should stop being a petty bitch."
Asmo is absolutely delighted by your comments.
Whenever you roast his brothers he can't help but laugh and wrap his arms around you.
He finds it super hot when you're being extra salty.
One day you overhear two demons trash talking Asmo.
"Honestly he's just as stupid as Mammon."
"Yes, the only thing he gets done is looking good and suck-"
You stand next to them with a big fake smile on your face.
"I would watch out if I were you, guys. The amount of bullshit coming out of your mouths isn't healthy at all."
Yes, you're very aware of the fact that those two assholes are demons and probably 10x stronger than you, but you're ready for shit to go down. You're actually hoping that it does.
But before anything could happen Lucifer appears and drags you away. He can't let anything happen to Diavolo's exchange student and it seems like you always throw hands if someone even breathes at Asmo the wrong way.
But it's not only you protecting him. He has become your bodyguard too.
Asmo is ready to scratch and pull hair out for you.
"I can't believe he's hanging out with such a plain looking mortal."
"Honey, you look like Voldemort and Rumpelstiltskin had a baby."
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NSFW Headcanons: “How the brothers react to MC unintentionally turning them on”
Accidentally made each a whole scenario oops. Headcannon who? This is my first attempt at a gender neutral MC so don’t come for me 🥺
Now don’t get him wrong, Lucifer has overall pretty good self control with his body but it’s become more and more hard to resist the temptation of you the more time you guys spend together
He’s hyper aware of your exposed neck, legs, clavicle, etc. and every little thing just has him on edge
One day, Lucifer was sat at his desk swamped with paperwork as you sat on the couch nearby quietly scrolling through your D.D.D when he groaned and slammed his head on the desk from exhaustion
“Darling, is there something wrong?” You ask, throwing your D.D.D aside as you make your way towards him.
“All this paperwork is giving me a headache. Once I finish one thing for Lord Diavolo something for Mammon comes in, once I finish that expenses from Asmo’s last shopping trip comes in, and it goes on and on,” he huffed out, looking up at you.
“Aw, I’m sorry, love,” you say, holding his head and pressing it against your stomach while running your hands through his hair. “Do you wanna rest a little?” You continue, beginning to give him a shoulder massage as he keeps his head buried in to the fabric of your shirt, inhaling your scent.
“Yes, please,” he sighs out, wrapping his arms around you waist and pulling you closer making you giggle.
You continue to stand there and run your fingers through his hair as he blissfully sighs, until he suddenly notices how you’re wearing shorts.
His hands begin to slip from your waist and slide downward towards your hips before eventually resting on the soft skin of your thighs. He rubs circles on them absentmindedly as he admires your figure, you being oblivious to the desire pooling in his eyes.
“Is that enough?” You ask, pulling away since you didn’t want him getting behind on work.
Your question pulls him out of his trance as he feels the now prominent tent in his pants as he looks up at your fond gaze. Quickly scooting forward to hide his hard-on with the desk, he nods and waves you off in an attempt to not be obvious.
“Yes, yes. I’ll be getting back to work now, perhaps can you check on my brothers for me? I don’t want them getting into any trouble while I’m...occupied,” he diverts his attention towards his paperwork, acting like he was reading but really he was solely focused on you through his peripheral vision.
“Hm, alright,” you hum in agreement. You say your goodbye with a brief kiss to his cheek before leaving.
He lets loose a sigh of relief when the door shuts completely closed and he listens to your footsteps walk away before hastily pushing away from his desk and unzipping his pants. Pushing them around his knees, he kneads his erection through his boxers as a damp spot appears from his precum.
Not wanting to wait any longer and in fear that someone will enter to disturb him, he pulls down his boxers and wraps his hand around his cock. Slicking the whole length of it with his precum, he begins to slowly pump it making sure to run his thumb against the head and slit.
Quiet groans spill out his mouth as imagines you being the one to do this to him, his hips automatically bucking as he imagines you looking at him with the same fond gaze from before. He uses his other hand to fondle his balls, his groans gradually becoming louder as he nears his climax.
This had been the quickest he had finished before and it was all because of how pent up you made him. He imagines using his fingers to stretch you out while he pumps himself in a rapid fashion, your name beginning to spill out his mouth in between loud growls.
“MC! F-fuck, FUCK!” He yells out as he finishes all over his hand, making sure to close over his head to not make a mess. He looks at the sticky substance on his hand with lidded eyes, wishing he could make you taste it. His head lolls backward against his chair as he lets out heavy breaths from his hard climax, a satisfied grin on his face as he keeps his eyes closed.
“Seems ya had some fun without me, Luci,” a voice tuts, making him jump and open his eyes quickly. You make your way towards him as he watches with anticipation.
“W-why are you back?” He asks, trying to regain composure.
Taking his covered in seed hand, you lick it daintily before smirking at him. “I left my phone.What? Are you just going to leave me out?”
Y’all can imagine what happened after that ;) MC can barely walk straight
Mammon (agh I can read smut about him but I feel weird writing it ever since my last one bc I love him so much 🥺 buut I’ll try ;)
Everyone already knows how clingy Mammon can be with you despite his tsundere fashion of doing it.
He always seems to touch you without knowing it whether it be a hand resting on your arm or stomach, his leg pressed against yours, or absentmindedly playing with your fingers.
Today he had decided to skip R.A.D and was now waiting for you on your bed, laying on his back with his hands holding his D.D.D over his head.
You entered the room sluggishly, dropping your bag beside your door with a sigh before making your way to the bathroom with a change of clothes. Mammon greeted you happily, but stayed in his position because he was too comfortable to move. You hummed lazily in reply.
You took your time in the bathroom, Mammon occupying himself with his phone before he suddenly felt a weight on top of him. You were quick to duck your head under his arms and bury yourself in the crook of his neck while lacing your arms around and under him. As you straddled his waist, you blissfully breathed in his scent as he short-circuited.
“O-Oi, what are ya doin’?” He stuttered out, red in the face as his D.D.D lay forgotten beside him. Despite his words, his hands were already settled on your hips and were rubbing small circles with his thumbs on them like they had a mind of its own.
“Mm, tired. Missed you. Smell good,” you replied lazily against him as you held him tired. His cheeks were ruddy.
“I-I missed ya too. That’s why ya shoulda skipped with me! No tiresome work and ya get to be with the Great Mammon!” He burst out, causing you to shift against him due to the volume. He sucked in a breath at the feeling as he looked down at you and realized you were wearing his shirt.
Oh jeez, oh jeez, you were wearing his shirt. And you looked so cute. His breath hitched as he tried to control himself.
Deeeep breaths, Mammon. Deeeep breaths. Don’t think about how you were straddling his waist with his shirt on along with your pajama shorts that hugged you so tightly.
Shit. He thought about it. He could feel himself get hard rather quickly underneath you as you seemed to not comment about it despite him knowing you felt it, much to his appreciation as he was too embarrassed.
But that was short-lived when you slowly grinded against it, not moving your position otherwise causing him to let out a choked groan at the feeling.
“I-I didn’t mean to! I swear!” He whimpered as you continued your movements against him. You shushed him with a tongue-filled kiss as you both moaned in each other’s mouths from the feeling, saliva following your mouths as you pulled away.
He was breathless as he scrunched his eyes shut while you went back to putting your face against his neck. You suckled and nibbled on his neck much to his liking as you continued your lazy movements on his dick, his breathing getting faster with every circle.
Your hands moved from underneath him and instead up his shirt, rubbing up and down his abs as he sighed. One hand reaching up to his nipple to rub and pinch at it to make it sensitive as he cried out.
“A-ah, right there!” He hissed, throwing his head further back. You quickened your hip movements, adding in the ever so often bounce, as you continued stimulating his nipples. Every nibble against his neck and earlobe mixed with the other stimulations was too much as he quickly reached his climax. “I-I’m cumming! F-f-fuck yeah, just like that! Just like that, MC!” He cursed, the words spilling out his mouth like rapid fire. “MC~~!” He cried out finally as he released in his boxers, relaxing against the bed when his high finally finished.
“You’re so cute, baby~” you praised with a giggle, peppering kisses all over his face. “I love you but I’m still tired so let’s take little nap?” You asked, sitting up to look at his flushed, lidded eyes face.
“Mhm, I’d like that,” he hummed in agreement, sighing at your scent that he loved so much. “B-but, I made a little bit of a mess in my pants...” he muttered out, embarrassed.
“Hmm, just sleep naked then. I’ll join ya,” you suggested.
You both did get a good rest...after some more fun time ;)
This boy literally short circuits from affection in front of others but loves it in privacy. He literally feeds off of it when you guys are alone.
Hand holding? Yes. Cuddling? Definitely. Kissing? Oh, get ready for a lot of sea monster tongue. He loved it all...buuut he never would actively ask for it. Being the tsundere that he is, he could never find it in himself to ask for affection but rather just hoped you’d give it to him all the time, despite that though he did have some slight quirks that made it obvious when he wanted some love.
You had been watching play his games beside him for a while now and your legs grew tired, so you began to go over to his bathtub bed to just relax and go on your D.D.D but even with his attention fully on the game, he subconsciously didn’t want you to leave.
His tail was quick to wrap around your waist and pull you on to his lap as you felt him tense underneath you at the sudden weight.
“W-what are you doing?” He sputtered out before looking down and noticing his tail wrapped around your waist. “O-oh, sorry. I hadn’t realized,” he apologized sheepishly but didn’t pull it away from you.
“It’s fine,” you laugh. “Mind if I touch it?” You ask, looking at him expectantly. He looked at you wide-eyed before returning half his attention back to the game in front of him with red cheeks as he nodded.
You took his tail in your hands, surprised at the heavy weight of it as you examined it closely. Nails running down his beautiful scales before your hand ran up the length of it and stopped at the tip. You rubbed your thumb against the pointed end of his tail, mesmerized by its feeling and how it glinted from the light of the computer, failing to realize how hard Levi was underneath you.
His breathing was rapid as his whole body heated up. His tail was extremely sensitive, even more right now than usual due to his erection, and it was when you touched the tip that made him lose all restraint.
“Fuck it, I can’t take it anymore,” he growled, pausing the game before his tail suddenly snaked itself up your shorts and past your underwear as he teased your hole to loosen it. His right hand took the task of rubbing your nipple while his other hand kneaded at his hard-on through his sweatpants. You were whining at the sudden stimulation and it was music to his ears.
When he felt you were prepped enough he pushed inside you and you moaned at the foreign feeling. His tail being able to reach places never felt before as he groaned at how tight you felt around his tail. With how sensitive he was at the tip, he thrust it against your walls, eyes rolling back at the feeling.
You took it upon yourself to stuff your tongue into his mouth, which he groaned at. One hand running through his purple hair, sweat causing some of it to stick to his forehead, while the other alternated from pinching his nipple to caressing his hard abs.
“Shit, I’m gonna cum from just tail-fucking you,” he cursed, speeding up his movements inside you as you screamed his name.
“Levi, Levi! Me too! I’m close!” You yelled out, trying to bounce so more of his tail went inside you.
His climax hit him hard as he continued pumping into you. His eyes rolled back, tongue lolled out, and drool dribbled from the sides of his mouth as he moaned loud and high-pitched. He released into his pants while you clamped around him and came soon after, biting down hard on his shoulder when you did.
You both breathed heavily as you guys came down from your highs, foreheads pressed together. You smiled at him goofily as his face reddened.
“Th-that was so fucking sexy,” Levi admitted, his hot breath hitting your lips causing you to dip in for another long kiss.
“Nah, I think it was all you that was sexy to me,” you replied, as he hid his face in your neck from embarrassment. You kissed your bite mark you left on his shoulder gently. “Now are ya gonna take your tail out of me or leave it there, I don’t mind if you do the latter,” you teased, directing his attention on his tail that was still deep inside.
“Hm, I think I can replace it with something better,” he smirked.
Y’all know what went down after that ;)
Everyone knows this boy loves cats
Which ties directly into his kink of pet play and seeing you dressed up as a neko.
One day after a day at R.A.D, he told you that he had club activities after school and that you two could hang out after he was done which you agreed to.
When you arrived at the House of Lamentation, you decided to clean your room in order to make time pass quicker. While cleaning, you found a pair of cat ears and a bell collar that Asmo had bought for you for a Halloween party he insisted you two attend. Deciding to wear it for fun, you put them both on along with a matching cute outfit and looked at yourself in the mirror.
Realizing how cute you looked, you decided to send a video to Satan since you knew he loved cats. Situating yourself in front of your full-body mirror, you sat on your knees while squeezing your thighs together. Holding out a fist in a cat pose, you held it up to your face and let out a “nyaa” at the camera before ending the video with a wink. Sending it to Satan, you didn’t think much of it and decided to finish up cleaning your room, forgetting to take off the attire while at it.
Satan sat in one of the chairs encircling a round table as multiple other students from R.A.D sat beside each other with the same copy book in hand. They were all conversing with one another when his phone rang on the table, diverting some attention to him.
“Ah, my apologies,” he nodded, before picking up his phone, getting ready to tell someone off thinking it was one of his brothers. Raising an eyebrow when he saw it was from you, he clicked the video making sure to turn down the volume since he didn’t want to bother the meeting. Holding it close to his face in order to hear it, his eyes widened and his face blushed when the video of you dressed up as a cat popped up on his screen along with your cute “nyaa”. His knee banged against the table loudly as he tried to stand up quickly, resulting in everyone to quiet down as they looked up at him. “There has been an emergency at the House of Lamentation, strict student council business so I must excuse myself,” he announced before quickly booking it out the room, arriving at the house in light speed. He quickly stopped by his room to grab a certain object before speedily arriving to your room.
He entered without knocking, breathing heavily as he stood at the entrance of your room. You looked up at him from your bed, phone in hand, and still in your cat attire despite being finished with cleaning a couple minutes ago.
“Oh, hey, you’re back earlier than expected. Did ya notice I cleaned my room-“ he cut you off with the slam of your door and the click of the lock before quickly jumping on top of you, hovering his face closely on top of yours.
“Do you know how difficult it was to hide how hard my dick turned when I saw that video of you during my meeting?” He growled before slamming his lips against yours, exploring every inch of your mouth as you groaned into it. When he pulled away, you were breathless.
“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to...” you stuttered with lidded eyes and swollen lips, a beautiful sight to him.
“I’ll just have to teach you a lesson, right kitty?” He smirked, caressing your face as you nodded. He was quick to take off your clothes at your consent, leaving only the cat ears and collar on as he basically drooled at the sight. Taking out what he had grabbed from his room to reveal a butt plug with a tail at the end, he slicked your entrance with your wetness leaking out of you and inserted the plug as you yelped out. “Fuck, you’re such a slutty kitty, aren’t you? How can you look this damn good?” He cursed, throwing his pants and boxers off before he straddled your face and positioned his erection at your mouth.
Thrusting in with no restraint, he let out a loud groan at feeling of you gagging around his length. He continued to pound into your mouth with no mercy as you tried your best to run your tongue down the glands and around it, feeling him twitch in your mouth you braced for him to finish down your throat but he quickly pulled out and stroked himself rapidly, it being easier due to your saliva, before finishing all over your chest and stomach. You came from the stimulation of the butt plug and being fucked in the throat with a choked moan.
Pulling out his phone, he took numerous pictures of you with a satisfied smirk. “These will be perfect jack off pictures for when I miss you,” he spoke happily, making sure to include his dick in the photos hovering over you. “Mmm, I love you kitty,” he cooed, giving you kisses all over your body before pulling out the butt plug making you let out quiet sighs.
“I love you too,” you sighed out, curling up into his arms as you nodded off. He made sure to clean you up and hug you tight as you slept, watching you lovingly while wondering just how he was so lucky to have you.
Despite being the avatar of lust, that isn’t the only quality he has which many people often seem to forget. People were so quick to judge him for his sin and only see him as a lusty figure who wanted nothing but to get in your pants, but were so open to accepting his brothers with open arms despite them being the same case as he was.
He tried to hide his disappointment with narcissism and confident remarks, but MC knew that he was more than just the embodiment of lust and that he needed to be shown that he was loved not just lusted over.
So, that’s what led you two to sitting cross-legged in front of each other while you clipped back his bangs and applied makeup to his face. You had been pampering him all day, starting with combing his soft hair and then applying some skincare then moving on to makeup once it had absorbed into his skin.
You were completely focused as you applied some lip balm on his lips in order to prep it for some lip gloss, leaning in close in order to do so. Asmo watched you with loving eyes, his eyes darting to your lips before going in for a chaste kiss which you didn’t deny. The close proximity had been making him feel hot and bothered for a while now and not being able to hold out anymore, he acted upon it.
“Heyy, you can’t do that when I put lip gloss on you, alright?” You whined, a blush appearing on your cheeks.
“Hm? Why not? If I kiss you all over with lip stick on then it’ll leave beautiful kiss marks all over your pretty skin,” he giggled, kissing you again while pushing you back towards the bed but he stopped once he felt your hand on his chest. “Ah, do you want me to stop?” He asked seriously.
“N-no...I...I wanted to, ahem, make love to you,” you said sheepishly, playing with the buttons on his shirt and avoiding his eyes. It was his turn to blush, not used to it being called “making love” with him as he suddenly hugged you.
“Ugh, why are you so irresistibly cute?” Asmo sighed out before plopping down on his back beside you. Turning his head to the side, he locked eyes with you a blush appearing on his cheeks. “Alright then...make love to me,” he breathed out, eyes never leaving you as you straddled his hips.
He had been rock-hard for a while now, so it was no surprise when he cried out when your hand brushed against it while you took off his pants. He raised his hips in order to help you slide them down his legs and on the floor, along with his underwear. You kissed him passionately as you slipped his shirt off of him, your tongues intertwining as loud noises spilled out both your mouths. He tugged at your clothes to ask for them to be taken off with no words and you complied, ripping them off quickly in order for more skin to skin contact.
Asmo entered a finger inside you, pumping in and out in order to prep you for his length. You mewled at the feeling as he found himself entranced at the sight of his fingers disappearing inside you. After a minute, he added a second finger before deciding you were stretched enough for his cock. Pulling out his fingers, he raised them to his lips and sucked them in order to taste you as he groaned. This egged you on as you positioned yourself on top of him and pushed down, burying his length inside you all at once.
He threw his head back, bucking his hips in retaliation of the feeling of you encasing him tightly. “Ah, you’re so tight, darling,” he managed to get out as you began to bounce on top of him, his head hitting the soft mattress with every one. Using his hips to grind you on top of him, he let out a choked groan when you squeezed. You used your free hands to settle on his nipples as he began to drool from the stimulation, you lapped it up and then kissed him.
Speeding up, the bed creaked under you two as you both neared your finish. “I love you, Asmo,” you gasped out, causing him to go over the edge at your words as he spasmed and released inside you. He was extremely vocal, a string of cuss words and loud, whiny moans leaving his mouth as his eyes rolled back and tongue stuck out. You clamped around him as you came, seeing stars from how strong it was.
Collapsing on top of him, you both rested on each other’s sweaty bodies while calming down. “That was amazing. Are you sure you’re not some succubi?” He joked, kissing you gently.
“I’m sure,” you answered simply.
“Yeah, you’re even better,” he admitted as you pulled yourself off of him and to his side instead. Cuddling him as you both settled under his covers. “I love you too, MC. You’re the only one for me,” he breathed out.
Lovey doves cuddling ensues
This boyo is big, we’re talking huge here. Hey! Get your mind out of the gutter, I’m talking about height!
Since he works out so often and towers over you, it isn’t uncommon for him to pick up bridal style or give you piggy back rides but today was a bit different.
On the way back home from Hell’s Kitchen, you whined jokingly that you wanted to ride on his shoulders since that’s make you extra tall and he was quick to shrug and get down on one knee in order for you to climb on.
You wrapped your thighs around the back of his head, holding on his hair slightly for support. When he thought you were situated, he began to stand up and you accidentally steadied yourself by tugging at his hair which he let out a surprised moan at which you mistook as a yelp of pain.
“Oh, Beel, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to, are you okay?” You worried, looking down at him while rubbing where you pulled.
“I-it’s fine, it didn’t hurt just...surprised me is all,” he mumbled out, embarrassed that it felt so good when you pulled his hair. He began walking towards the front door, suddenly hyper aware of your thighs wrapped around his head while you hands rest in his hair. Luckily the door to the House of Lamentation is extremely tall so you only had to duck a little to get both of you through.
Asmo greeted you both with a wicked grin at the sight of Beel in between your thighs. “Ara, ara, whats this?” He teased, running his hand up your calve before pulling away.
“Hey, quit it! You’re gonna make me fall!” You chastised, squeezing your thighs around Beel’s head without being able to help it causing him to groan out. Asmo smirked at the sound but oblivious you thought you hurt him again. “Jeez, I’m sorry Beelie. You can let me down, I keep hurting ya,” you sighed, he obliged and gently took you off his shoulders.
“Ooh, what’s this?” Asmo spoke up, eyes flitting towards Beel’s crotch before Beel quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you to your room speedily.
“Huh? Beel, what’s wrong?” You questioned but the only reply you got was him lifting you by your waist and slamming you onto your study desk. “Are you mad I accidentally hurt you earlier?” You continued to ask.
“You didn’t hurt me earlier, if anything you did the damn opposite,” he growled out, pointing at the very large tent in his gym shorts.
“O-oh!” You peeped, heat traveling up your neck and to your ears.
“So, please...can I eat you?” He begged, looking up at you from between your legs. You shuttered at the sight as you slowly nodded, Beel not wasting any time as he quickly took off your shorts and underwear.
His mouth latched on right away, loud slurps and groans coming from his mouth as he enjoyed your taste. You mewled on top of the desk, thighs encasing his head automatically to pull him closer which he appreciated. The obscene sounds came out from his mouth as he ate like a madman, enjoying every second as he entered his tongue into you. You bucked you’re hips against his face, grinding against his lips as he hummed from enjoyment.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he growled out before instantly resuming his tongue inside you. You latched on to his hair and tugged as you neared your climax causing him to groan, the vibrations sending you over the edge as you came on his mouth, him not stopping for a second since he wanted every drop. After you came down from your high, he stood up while licking his lips with a satisfied smile his cheeks pink with content.
You jumped off the desk and fell to your knees in front of him. “Your turn?” And he was rock-hard in an instant.
Hungry boi who loves you 🥺
Now, we all know Belphie is a bit lazy but get him riled up and he’s a whole different person.
The two of you often cuddle together or sleep beside each other whenever you have time and today was no exception.
You had pulled away from his embrace in your sleep, which left Belphie feeling empty causing him to wake up. Looking at you on the other side of the bed with groggy eyes, he rubbed at them to focus on your figure. The first thing his eyes fell on was the pillow in between your legs, snugly fitted against your crotch.
He looked at it for a couple seconds before you shifted against it in your sleep, trying to find a comfortable spot and stopping once you did. His breathing had picked up a bit at the sight and he groaned annoyed at how easily you make him all riled up as he looked down at the annoying erection he’d have to deal with. Rolling over to your side, he sucked on your neck gently as you slept using one of his hands to rub at your nipple. After a minute, you began to respond in your sleep, small sighs coming out your mouth as your hips automatically rut against the pillow in between your legs which was a delicious sight for him.
He slipped his hand down your pants and inserted his middle finger into your hole, causing you to gasp but not enough to rouse you completely. Slowly pumping his finger in and out, he smirked at your reactions before pumping in a second finger. Not wanting to stretch you out too much but just enough to fit him since he was going to punish you for making him like this, he pulled out his fingers after a few more pumps. You mewled at the loss of something inside you which he chuckled darkly at.
“Still such a slut for me even in your sleep, huh?” He whispered into your ear before giving it a nibble. He pulled down your bottoms along with your underwear and thrust in you with no mercy. Your eyes flew open at the feeling of your walls being stretched so suddenly, a cry escaping your mouth. “Ah, finally awake baby?” He cooed, kissing away the tears that appeared in your eyes from the feeling of his cock.
“S-so it wasn’t a d-dream, ah!” You choked out as he thrusted again. Becoming a bit more used to his length, you slightly grinded against him before he pushed down your hips with both his hands to stop you from moving much to your chagrin.
“Oh~? So you dreamed about me,” he teased, thrusting in twice right after another.
“N-never s-said it was you, Belphie,” you replied, your bratty side coming out. His eyebrows furrowed from anger as he began thrusting rapidly into you, just what you wanted. Your whole body moved with every one of his thrusts as you cried out, his growls mixing with your voice. He spanked your inner thigh as you hissed from the sting.
“What was that?” He snarled, pulling out of you completely just to bury himself to the hilt yet again.
“A-Ah! I was k-kidding! It was a-about you!” You admitted, your voice jumpy due to his thrusts.
“About me what?” He taunted, now at such a rapid pace the whole bed was shaking and he was grunting rather loudly compared to how he usually was.
“About you fucking me! You pounding into me just like this!” You yelled.
“What a good slut. Say my name while I make you cum, alright?” He commanded, angling so he hit where he knew exactly where your spot was as your eyes rolled back and mouth opened.
“Belphie! Belphie!” You shouted out as you reached your climax, it hitting you in waves as you saw white from how strong it was.
“Fuck! MC, I’m gonna spill it inside!” He yelled before his body spasmed as he pumped you full of his load. Seeing stars as he continued rutting into your tight hole, watching as his seed spilled down your legs. When he was finally rung out dry, he collapsed on top of you and kissed your forehead with a chuckle. “Time for another nap then, love?”
You both passed tf out after that session, oh and you’ll definitely wake up sore.
Phew, that was long & dirty but I hope y’all enjoyed lmao. Just a bunch of kinks thrown all together honestly. This took a whole day to write with multiple breaks obvi because I slightly have a life haha but anywayy request if you have anything ;)
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Mammon: Lucifer will never agree to this plan.
Mc: Sure he will.
Asmo: He already refused three times.
Mc: Okay watch a master at work.
Mc, turning to Lucifer with puppy dog eyes: Can we-
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Obey Me x Aphrodisiac
Pairing: Asmodeus x MC (GN), Beelzebub x MC (GN)
Fandom: Obey Me.
Warning: Aphrodisiac, Already formed relationship, NSFW Content.
He was no stranger to aphrodisiacs, he’d probably taken them more times than you’d had hot meals.
So when he took it, he had no idea the steamy night he had planned for you would be changed.
The bottle was called ‘Demon Ruiner’ for a reason.
He watched as you laid out all the toys and accessories he’d plan for this evening: but plugs, handcuffs, whips, cock rings, vibrators and rabbit ears.
But he felt nothing towards it.
Instead all his focus on was you and how beautiful you looked in the lingerie you was wearing. Rose pink silk and lace.
His lust was normally strong but after the liquid it was tenfold, mixing with his emotional state.
Rather than fucking each other to over-stimulation, he held you in an embrace.
Fingers running along your sex, pleasuring you whilst he gave the sweetest of kisses.
Letting you melt into his arms as he brought you to climax after climax.
Before finally seeking his own pleasure with you, loving you steadily and tenderly from behind as he pulled your back to his chest. Spooning you close as he thrusted, whispering sweet words of ‘I love you’.
Taking you both to a different level of physical and emotional pleasure until the sun rose.
You knew something was wrong with him the minute he came onto the pitch after half-time.
His eyes hooded as he found you instantly in the crowd, lust radiating in his glare.
A dare from him team mates, one cup was laced with the aphrodisiac and it was Beel who had picked it.
Every-time the ball was in the others play, Beel would have his eyes back on you.
You knew the look far too well, knowing you most likely wouldn’t even make it out of the school grounds before he had to relieve himself some way.
As the game came to the final minutes you sneaked down to the locker room, waiting in the shadows for Beel to arrive.
His senses were heightened, smelling you before he even came into the lockers. Waiting before barking at everyone to get out, pulling you out into the open when it was empty.
Stripped instantly as he teared at your clothes, pushing you into the showers with him as he pinned you against the wall.
His mouth devouring yours with his tongue, hands groping over your body as he turned on the water.
He hunger in his eyes said it all as he kicked off his boxers, cock throbbing with need as it pulsed. Pre-cum already leaking down the side of it.
Wasting no more time, he pushed into you as well as pulling you down onto him. The cries of both of you drowned out by the sound of the water.
Your tongue ran across his teeth, purposely lingering over his fang as he pulled away from your mouth. Moving to your neck and biting down on your weak spot, causing you to climax instantly as he continued to pound you through it.
He filled you over and over, unable to satisfy his need until you was over-stimulated and trembling in his arms.
Mixed arousal leaking from you, knees unable to keep you up as he carried you out to the lock room.
A dark grin on his face, his cock still full erect after three climaxes.
‘We’ll continue this when we’re home’.
Obey Me - Masterlist
Obey Me x Aphrodisiac - Lucifer, Diavolo, Simeon.
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Request: Could I get reactions for the Obey me! Brothers with a mc with a big bust? I understand if you don't feel comfy with writing it, btw love ur writing :D
A/N: Enjoy Belphies ;D
Pairing: Lucifer x MC, Mammon x MC, Leviathan x MC, Satan x MC, Asmodeus x MC, Beelzebub x MC, Belphegor x MC
Warnings: NSFW material
- Doesn’t even notice at first
- When he does, he doesn’t really care
- Unless you’re in a relationship
- If you’re in a relationship then it’s immediate boner zone
- Luci is a thigh guy but I headcanon him as a boob guy after that
- Once you’re alone, be prepared to be pounced on
- Who gave you the right?? You’re distracting him!
- WILL get distracted at random times because of your titties
- Again, won’t do anything unless you’re in a relationship
- So if you two are together, this man is all over you
- They’re his personal stress balls!!
- and dick container
- You look just like his favorite anime character!!
- Will not elaborate on that
- Will force you to cosplay said character (relationship or not)
- You’re gonna catch this boy ogling at them a lot
- If you’re in a relationship then this boy is gonna mention them a lot (will stop if you say so though)
- Gonna smush his face in them, it’s inevitable
- Doesn’t really care, relationship or not
- A good place to lay his head but other than that he’s just *shrugs*
- Will use them as a place to hold his book while he reads
- If you’re together, he will also smush his face in them
- Does it when he’s stressed or needs a distraction
- He’s an ass guy
- Doesn’t matter if you’re in a relationship, he’s gonna comment on them
- Will stop if you ask him too but it might be a little difficult for him to do so
- If you’re in a relationship get ready for tons of body worship
- He’s worshipping at the shrine of your boobies
- Will help you shop for bras and swimsuits
- Like Satan, he doesn’t really care
- Likes the idea of squishing them
- Won’t do so unless you’re in a relationship, though
- Asks before putting food on them like a table doing anything
- Prepare for having the twins heads on each boob
- Another ass guy
- That’s it, that’s the headcanon
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