#obey me mammon x mc
You're telling me that this:
Stood up against this:
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A/N: I guess as a writing blog I should be doing some writing right? Honestly this has just been the biggest headcanon I've had in a while since I started playing Obey Me of the brothers just...like Devildom culture must be so different! And then the whole pact thing with human masters must be so different as well!
I just view them as big animals just wanting to get your attention u wu.
Warnings: Jealous boys, public shows of dominance and a lot of biting.
It's almost painful being in the Devildom sometimes.
A cultural exchange program amped up to 100 %.
As much as you loved the brothers, you also were meeting some pretty cool demons in RAD. Surely you were the human student everyone was so excited to meet, but none of them really talked to you, you know? But there were some that were brave enough to overlook your pact marks and dive into a conversation.
Even some were bold enough to talk to you out of school!
Making so many friends was so exciting, especially since you still thought of yourself as new! Wait till the brothers see how many new demons you have met!
Problem is you forgot how weird demon culture is, especially when it has to do with a demon and their master.
Lucifer blinks as he notices the demon approaching the two of you, pausing your daily walk with him as confusion turns to familiarity and you run up to greet your friend.
The first thing he notices is how they are a low ranking demon, so there’s no need to be hyper aware of any sort of threat. In this instance he doesn’t need to look to make sure his pact mark is visible to the demon.
His mark was embedded right in your iris, so anyone could see whose protection you were under.
He smiles politely as you turn around to introduce them, the demon waving at him shyly as if remembering that, yes, this human made a pact with Lucifer and therefore should not be messed with in any way. Yet there was no sort of violent tendencies coming from this demon, which put him at somewhat of an ease.
That is, until the demon takes a hold of your hand.
It’s a simple touch, one that a human would mistaken for a sign of friendship and camaraderie. The demon was speaking excitedly about a new flower they had seen over at the Botanical gardens and how much they wanted to show it off to you.They tighten their hold and Lucifer has to dig his fingernails into his palm from ripping their hand off.
You had no idea what it meant and the action would most likely scare you.
And Lucifer wanted you to trust him as much as possible.
“Would it be okay if Lucifer comes along?”
“...y--yeah! I don’t mind!”
Hesitation mixed with fake happiness, this demon really thought that he would get some time alone with you, didn’t they? They probably planned this whole thing out and whatever excitement they were showing you was just a front to hide their true intentions. Besides, look how they are hanging off of you, they want to make a pact with you so badly it’s almost disgusting.
Might as well get rid of the pest now.
“Come on MC, I want to show you the huge petals--!”
You and the demon look back to see Lucifer biting down on one of your fingers, your ring finger to be exact, while making eye contact with the pest. His teeth are not necessarily breaking skin but the pain of the bite made all your attention go back on him, turning around to tug your finger away and cradle it close.
“Lucifer what the hell!”
He smiles and tells you not to worry about it, your retort falling on deaf ears as Lucifer’s eyes fall on the demon one more time. Their eyes are wide and they have immediately taken two steps back, their back as straight as a needle as Lucifer sends them one last look that lets them know of his intentions.
Leave now or I will gut you in front of my human.
You turn to apologize to your friend for putting them in such a weird situation but the demon is already long gone, no sign of them ever being in your presence as you look around aimlessly.
“They left...” you frown and look at Lucifer, “Next time at least warn me.”
“If I did then you would have probably forbidden me from doing so.”
The Avatar of Pride smiles as he takes your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours as you kept talking about how you would apologize the next day. But Lucifer wasn’t listening, he just kept staring at you as you talked, happy that his master wasn’t particularly mad.
That demon would have to learn to get his own, this human was already his.
He had finally gotten you all to himself.
Mammon had a photoshoot today, making you tag along so he could finally show off his modeling skills. And it would help him out as well. The product they were trying to sell did not appeal to him one bit and he just really needed you as inspiration.
And inspiration did you give.
“Oh gorgeous Mammon gorgeous! Lean back and close your eyes.”
The cameraman was giving him compliment after compliment, excellent after excellent, it was as if all eyes were on him at that exact moment. He smiled as he thought about how you must be looking at him. His shirt was open, letting the cloth hang off the side of the couch as the camera focused primarily on the low riding jeans that showed off the boxers he was promoting.
“Perfect! Perfect!! Now turn around and stare into the camera!”
His eyes opened and his head turned expertly, Mammon smiling as he tried to make eye contact with you--
Only to see that you were gone.
Camera flashes stop as he bolts up, turning to look for you before his eyes focused on your form.
There you were...talking with someone else.
He doesn’t stare at the cameraman, only gets up and stalks towards you and the demon currently holding up the lights. Both of you turn to face him, a voice speaking loudly about a five minute break as Mammon stands behind you and hugs you from behind, placing his chin right on your shoulder as he looks at the interloper.
“Are you taking a break?”
Mammon smiles as he buries his face in your shoulder, hugging you tight as the demon tells him he did a wonderful job. Without raising his head, Mammon speaks up.
“MC, who is this?”
“Oh right! Haven’t introduced you. He is a friend from RAD! We sit together in Pactology 101.”
“Well we used to sit together...”
“We talked way too much in class, didn’t we?”
It’s like nails on a chalkboard when he laughs, Mammon feeling glad that he was closer to you so he could hear the sound of your laughter instead of the ugly screeching of the intruder taking up your attention. Did this guy think he was stupid? That he couldn’t notice all the goddamn pheromones he was releasing?
Mammon shakes his head back and forth, breathing in your scent heavily as he tries to leave his own behind.
This guy was embarrassing himself with how badly he wanted to form a pact with you.
“Oh oh, remember when the teacher caught us texting in class?”
“I think he might want to just put us back together cause we are still causing trouble!”
The Avatar of Greed frowns, did you not hear him?
“Well the teacher knows we are a good match, doesn’t he?”
“A match made in hell, I would say.”
Why was this guy still talking? Why were you still listening to him?
“Hey after this...would you want to go get some coffee, MC? If you’re not busy.”
“Nah, I only have this toda---FUCK!”
A pair of teeth tug at your earlobe, Mammon growling in your ear as he makes eye contact with the annoyance in front of him. He should be counting his lucky stars that you were still in the room, if Mammon found him anywhere else this demon would be nothing more than a meal for his familiars.
“MC, you have to stare at me or else I’m going to take longer.”
You rub at your ear as Mammon lets go of you, breaking eye contact with the other demon as he gives you his signature pout. He didn’t want you to see him be all scary, Mammon wanted you to see him like the number one demon he always tried to be for you.
“And you had to bite me because of that!?”
“Because you weren’t paying attention! You have to keep your eyes on me or else I’m not going to sell this stupid product. In fact--”
He drags you back to the couch, yelling at the cameraman that he would be posing with you so he could actually get through this photoshoot instead of doing a solo shoot. The man sighs but calls makeup to get you ready, Mammon smiling as he sits down right next to you.
The farther you were from that guy the better, all of his master’s attention needed to be on him after all.
Of course something like this would happen. Bad luck seemed to follow Leviathan wherever he went.
"Did you see the finale of it live?"
"I did!!! My movie theatre put it on the big screen and everything!"
Levi was glad that you were a nerd just like him. It was refreshing and probably one of the biggest reasons he had decided to make a pact with you.
Well, he had tried to kill you first and then make a pact with you but it was still a special story! Who would have thought that he would land himself a human master with his own interests!
Though he guessed that was a bad thing now.
He couldn't keep his thoughts in check as the clerk of the comic store kept talking to you, Levi annoyed that he couldn't keep up with the conversation you two had. It was about some comic cinematic universe that had been adapted in the human world and he honestly didn’t want to put anymore thought into it because of how close the clerk was getting.
Dammit he should have bought the new manga volume in Akuzon...but you had been so cute irl asking him to get the manga in this comic store you found,and if his master was begging him so cutely then what else could he do?
“I actually got the limited edition of this one movie--”
“It was up for a lot in Akuzon but I’m glad I got my hands on it--”
“And I have a pretty cool viewing set up in the back--!”
Stop talking, stop talking, stop talking, stop talking to MC!
Levi frowns as you gush about the movie some more, glaring down at you for letting your attention stray from him. But why should he be surprised, of course your attention would stray. Him being the yucky otaku that he is, of course you would go with the demon who took his interest and actually turned it into a profit--
No! It wasn’t your fault! It wasn’t even his fault! It was this demon’s fault!
Thinking they looked so cool with their most basic of interests. If Levi could expose them for the fraud that they were, MC would be able to see the absolute fool that this demon was making themselves out to be. Smiling a lot more, inching closer as they talked, even offering to take you to the back of the store--!
People may say what they want about Levi but at least he wasn’t this desperate to get on the good side of a human...at least the first time he met you.
His eyes fall on the back of your neck, hair conveniently placed out of the way as he remembered something Lucifer had discussed with him and Mammon after they had made their pact.
You will not think rationally when you are with them, make sure to monitor your actions so you don’t embarrass yourself.
That’s what he said but…
Surely Levi wasn’t going to embarrass himself more than this demon already has.
“This is the one with the symbiote creature, right? And you got the bonus deleted scenes! Honestly I would be so down with watching it right--EEP!”
Levi made sure to let his tongue lick the back of your neck first before biting down, wanting to make the bite as painless as possible. Although he guessed that not making you feel pain was out of the question as he felt you tense up, his tongue swiping against your nape one last time as he pulled back and tugged on the back of your shirt.
“MC let’s go. They don’t have it.”
You turn to look at Levi, hand on the back of your neck as you tell him that he could have gotten your attention in any other way, but he knew for a fact that he had made his point across with the demon in front of him.
Summoning Lotan in his own home was one thing, summoning Lotan in a store would probably cost a lot…
Even if he knew brothers wouldn’t blame him with how nauseatingly this demon was trying to approach their master.
Satan breaks his pencil, but it seems the two other people don’t seem to notice.
“And it's the first edition too, but I took it out just for you.”
You smile and mention about how you didn’t need anything fancy for the assignment, just a simple book that talked about Devildom history. Which Satan agreed, this bug was acting like he owned the entire Royal Library. A pass to get a first edition title wasn’t that rare of a fucking find--if he wanted, Satan could call up any of his connections and get about 16 copies of different first edition titles that spoke not just about the Devildom history but about whatever the hell topic he could get his hands on.
This guy wasn’t that special yet he was acting like he had just given you the world on a silver platter.
The demon sat down at the table you and Satan were studying at, looking at you the entire time he explained how to open the book and how to make sure it stays in its pristine condition.
Which made Satan break another pencil.
From what you had mentioned, this guy was just someone you knew from RAD. You labeled him as the ‘smartest person in the class’. Which was a bit of an insult on his part but he guessed that as long as he wasn’t the one in your class it didn’t count as an insult towards his person.
He, of course, being the smartest demon you know.
But Satan didn’t have to be the smartest demon in RAD to know what this nuisance was doing.
If he were to read you any book on Devildom demonology, certain demons needed a human master. This insect in front of you would count as one of them. Lower demons usually tend to be without guidance and need a soul to feed from. In comes a human master, being able to fulfill that need with a pure soul of their own. The demon feeds and in return, develops a sort of ‘affection’ towards their master since they are now the hand that feeds them.
The same couldn’t be applied to Satan or his brothers, however. As the seven demon lords, they are able to gain the sustenance they need from the feed of other lower demons under the sin they were made in.
They are free to form pacts, but it’s not like they need it.
A good metaphor would be that they are essentially ‘picking off the plate’ of the lower demons, making the lower demons only cause minimal casualties up in the human world as they feed and keeping the seven lords from going feral with hunger.
Of course, things were different now. Satan had you now, a human all of his own.
Essentially, someone was trying to ‘take a bite’ of his favourite food, and Satan hated sharing.
Friends be damned, politeness be damned, he needed to show this demon his place.
“Isn’t it fascinating? The cover was made with a demon’s skin.”
“Yes. I believe it was from recently dead demon’s during the first Celestial War. Do you want to feel?”
You nod, curious about the black and shiny cover as the demon holds out his hand for you to take--
Only for you to yelp as Satan takes it first, dragging your hand back so it would be close to his lips as the Avatar of Wrath’s teeth bite at the skin near your wrist. You hiss in pain at the sudden sharpness, quickly pulling your hand back and staring at your demon as he gives the annoyance one last pointed stare.
“That is how demons started their pacts before we arrived in the Devildom, wasn’t it?”
The demon nodded slowly, his eyes darting to the mark on your wrist and then back at Satan. He opened his mouth to try and speak up but seemed to decide better against it, giving you one last smile as he stood up.
“...I’ll...I’ll go get you the second volume. That one might include more accurate and updated information on pact markings.”
Satan smiles and nods as he scoots his chair close to you, looking back at you tracing the mark on your wrist with a frown before putting all your attention back on him.
“Did demons really used to form pact marks like this?”
The Avatar of Wrath shrugs.
“I was only guessing, he was the one who left thinking it was the truth. Here, let’s go look for a book on our own.”
Asmo would like to think that he had perfected the fake smile to the point he could keep it up for an indeterminate amount of time.
“MC! Try this!”
Yet the corners of his mouth twitched as he watched one of your friends, who happened to be a store clerk at Majolish, open the door to your dressing room to hand you another outfit they had picked out. And it wasn’t a bad outfit--!
Just...did they have to keep opening the door every single time?
Granted, he shouldn’t be in your dressing room in the first place but he insisted he would stay since you were only trying some shirts on! It wasn’t like he was seeing anything inappropriate and your pants were staying on the entire time.
This sight was okay for him because he was your demon and you were his master.
So it wasn’t right that some random nobody kept coming in to hand you shirts that they thought looked cute on you! That’s what you had Asmo for!
Yet here he was, secluded to sit down on the little chairs that someone would usually toss the unwanted clothes they wouldn’t buy. Which was already doing horrible things for his self-esteem.
“I learned a couple of things by working here. See? The color really matches your hair.”
The Avatar of Lust scoffs when he hears that. What exactly did the demon learn? How to match colors? Oh look, someone learned the basics of the color wheel, someone give them a medal.
“And since you are wearing something long at the bottom, it’s only fair that you go with something short on top.”
This demon is going to win an award for making basic observations, Asmo could already see it. What a future they had ahead of them.
“These colors are summery too so...it goes great with the weather!”
Oh he wants to gag, Asmo’s heard enough.
“You don’t think it’s too revealing? I do like the color though…”
Before the demon can answer, Asmo grabs your shoulders and pulls you back to him with a smile as he makes you look in the mirror.
“I think it’s revealing enough for the summer look you are going for...except can you maybe get it in a light pastel? Any color would do it just needs to be a pastel color if we want it to go with the light color of your bottoms.”
The demon deflates at the sudden lack of contact with you but nods as they step out, waving goodbye and stating once again how ‘gorgeous’ you looked. Which Asmo guessed was the only compliment they had in their arsenal.
Gorgeous didn’t even begin to describe you.
“I did like this color, Asmo. Does it not look good?”
“No it looks perfect on you! But--”
He tugs on the floral print top and smiles as he wraps his arms around your shoulders.
“Floral prints are extremely last season and I want you to be on a more neutral type of clothing. Just simple colors. This way we can add some jewelry--some of my own creation of course.”
Asmo smiles when you giggle, fixing your top and looking at yourself in the mirror a couple more times as you mumble to yourself about how Devildom summers seem rather temperate compared to the ones you were used to and how you wouldn’t need anything sleeveless.
Damn the Devildom summers, if they could even be called that at all.
His ears twitch as he hears the pest start to make their way back, Asmo’s smile dropping slowly as he looks down at your neck. This was the spot they kept staring at, wasn’t it? Shame it wasn’t decorated--
But he could fix that~
“I found some other colors that would go well with you MC, do you want to--”
“OW OW OW!”
Asmo’s teeth are right on your neck, turning to look back at the clerk with a smile and a little wave as he hums at the way you clench and unclench your fingers while looking at him through the mirror, wanting to ask just why he was doing this but the pain keeping you quiet. It was cute how much you were hurting but how you were doing absolutely nothing to stop him. This could technically mean that you approved of what he was doing, correct?
He lets go as the clerk immediately closes the door, you calling out for your friend but Asmo brings you back and makes you look at the mirror one more time.
“There we go. That’s a pretty mark, right MC? An Asmodeus Limited Edition item, just for you~”
If this kept happening, Beel was going to eat this demon.
“You need to try some Devildom food, MC! I promise it's good!”
Beel stomach growls again as you laugh, ignoring the parfait in front of you. He gives you a tap on the shoulder and your attention is right back to him.
“Oh sorry, Beel. Here!”
You scoop up the delicious frozen treat and feed it to him, Beel smiling as he takes another two bites of his hamburger and watches you and your friend talk. He actually had no idea that you had any friends in RAD and was happy to see that at least some demons were treating you nicely, compared to theo ones who had teased you when you first arrived.
Well he said teased, more like threatened to eat you.
He figured you would make friends fast though, you were nice and all the demons here were already attracted to human souls so it was bound to happen that one of them would have the courage to talk to you.
Yet this one seemed rather...eager.
“How about this. Hell’s Kitchen serves good food but I know this awesome corner in the wall place we can get some grilled bat sandwiches. Guts and everything.”
His stomach growls again, he knew of the place this demon was talking about and would most likely want to take you there himself if you ever asked.
Beel takes another two bites before waiting for you to feed him the parfait.
He frowns and stares at you again, the demon keeping your attention all to himself as you spoke about how you didn’t necessarily want to eat anything with guts in it. His eyes went to the parfait, watching some of the perfectly placed scoops slowly melt and droop down on the plate.
MC, pay attention to him!
This was his time with you! He didn’t mind if someone else stepped in and he was glad you were making friends but this demon was interrupting his mealtime!
He ate his burger, you fed him ice-cream, this is how it had always worked!
People could say what they wanted but Beel was a creature of habit, and he was in the habit of having you feed him.
Not just that, he was in the habit of having your attention all on him when it was his time to hang out with you.
Wasn’t this demon just being a bother? Didn’t you also want them gone?
They kept talking about all the stuff that clearly grossed you out, seemingly delighted with your reactions as they kept trying to egg you on to say yes to an outing. If it wasn’t for the fact that you were smiling the entire time, Beel would have already made the move to unhinging his jaw and--
“I promise I’ll treat you to the best ghost pepper pizza you’ve ever had. You’re free after this, right?”
Beel’s stomach growls, whether in hunger or anger Beel wouldn’t be able to say. All he knows is that this demon is bad news for both him and you.
So what would be the quickest way to make him back off?
“I’m not but I can take a raincheck--!”
You drop the spoon you were holding as Beel bites your cheek, throwing the demon one quick glimpse before letting out a few sounds that seemed to make up your name. The demon stares at you and Beel as the Avatar of Gluttony pulls away from you, licking his lips as you slowly put a hand on your cheek and turn to look at him.
“The parfait is gonna melt. I want another bite.”
Eyes turn to the demon once again, Beel frowning as he takes a hold of your hand underneath the table.
“Please leave. If MC is going to eat Devildom food then they’ll eat it with me. The only thing you are going to do is gross them out.”
“So what did you want to talk about?”
Belphie frowned as your fingers gently played with his hair. That is not what he had asked for when he asked to lay on your lap. Belphegor wanted the usual way you would comb through his hair, both of you gently whispering to each other as the planetarium ambience lulled him to sleep.
“Well...uhm...I wanted to ask something important.”
And who the hell was this person?
He peeked up to look at you smiling at the screen, frowning that you still didn’t seem to notice you were doing a shit job at giving him the attention he needed. Whoever this was had been on the line with you for a good solid ten minutes, talking about useless subjects such as their day and what they had for lunch. If anything, Belphegor had no idea how this thing was taking your attention. You were doing most of the talking anyway, they should just hang up and leave you alone to pay attention to your demon.
“We’ve known each other for a while.”
Belphegor most likely knew MC for longer...maybe.
“And honestly I haven’t met a human like you before. You just...I just expected humans to be something and you aren’t that so it threw me off.”
The Avatar of Sloth yawns as he buries his head in your lap, smiling at the darkness he found in the small crook of your thighs. He yawns again and closes his eyes to try and fall asleep but the grating voice of the demon on the phone was sending nothing but warning signals to his brain.
“So I wanted to ask something I didn’t think I would ask a human before.”
He really wanted to yell ‘get to the point’ or ‘hang up the phone’ but he knew that you would most likely shush him and tell him to be patient, which would then result in you gently pushing him away so you could talk somewhere more private. And he wasn’t ready to lose his favourite pillow just yet.
So he continued listening, tracing random shapes on your thighs as he felt his eyelids start to droop.
“I know you have seven pacts already…”
“But would an eight be too much for you?”
That wakes Belphegor right up, eyes wide open and head turned to face up at you to see your reaction. Of course you would be surprised, this demon really had the guts to ask the current master of the Seven deadliest demons in the Devildom for a pact?
You better be grateful that Belphegor found comfort in your lap and would prefer to stay here, rather than go break the neck of the demon insolent enough to try to take his master away.
So go ahead, reject him.
“A pact? With me?”
What were you doing?
Don’t give him such a hopeful answer! Belphegor had to share you with six other demons constantly and those demons were his siblings! He was okay sharing with Beel but he drew the line at anyone else! Adding an eighth demon to that would be like asking for a bloodbath, a bloodbath with only one target.
Belphegor frowned as the demon started talking again, stuttering and jumping over his words like he was a dog who asked to eat their masters table. Which essentially he was, not like there was room for him anyway.
“I know I’m not like those brothers--”
“But making a pact with you would make me really happy...is what I am trying to say.”
He wants to gag.
A part of him couldn’t blame the demon, you were perhaps the best master a demon could ask for, but you were already t a k e n.
And you were to blame too, you know?
You weren’t rejecting him like you should. The face you were making was far too surprised and flattered at the proposition given to you. Were you that greedy? Had Mammon rubbed off on you? You had seven of the most powerful demons under your command, what more could you possibly want?
As a master, you were doing a bad job at rejecting this insect and an even more horrible job at not paying attention to the actual demon you were tied to.
He turns his head back to the darkness of your thighs, feeling you shift as you also struggle to find an answer. This was becoming too much, if Belphegor didn’t act fast you were most likely going to say yes, just because you didn’t know any better!
Fuck it, you could try to push him off but Belphegor would hold on tightly, he had to save you from your mistake.
“Uhm. Well that is honestly really flattering. And eight pacts wouldn’t be so bad--”
You slap a hand over your mouth, your teeth biting into your tongue as you look down at the demon nipping at the inside of your thigh. Belphie looks up innocently, batting his eyelashes at you as he bites down a little harder--
Fingers hurry to end the call as Belphegor quickly lets go, smiling as you gape down at him.
“I was in the middle of a call!”
“Then what was that about!?”
The Avatar of Sloth shrugs as he closes his eyes.
“You weren’t paying attention to me. It made me mad.”
You sigh and lean back, Belphegor waiting for a few moments before smiling as he feels your fingers combing through his hair.
“Next time,just talk to me, Belphegor.”
He would have answered, but that would make him promise something he most likely was not going to do.
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Sitting on the Laps of The Seven Demon Brothers
Prologue: Sometimes the best way to grab your demonic boyfriend's attention is to go and sit on his lap. Be warned, reactions will vary, and you might find yourself doomed or not wanting to leave at all....😏
When he's too occupied in his work, and won't even spare a glance at you, or is simply lounging by the fireplace, with a vinyl record playing, then these are the right circumstances to go and plop yourself on his lap.
Lucifer will be shocked..for a moment, and his eyes will widen before that infamous smirk comes along, and he'll adjust his position accordingly to make you comfortable.
Depending on the situation, he will rest his face in the crook of your neck and hug you tiredly, or kiss your neck before holding you close gently and smile that adorable, serene one where his eyes are full of love for you and you feel weak in the knees and gooey inside. A blush will be visible at both times.
If you want to make him blush a bit more, go ahead, and kiss him.
They can escalate into...something more...if you wish...
What can I say, go and plop yourself on the Avatar of Pride's lap, and watch his reaction.
As these moments become common, you might find yourself involuntary going to sit on his lap, and even find Lucifer's hand motioning for you to come.
Sometimes, he's too occupied in one of his schemes or too engrossed in his DDD, browsing through God knows what, and won't even spare a glance at you, then this, my friend, is the right moment for you to go and declare his lap as your personal resting space.
Mammon will blush, and the item in his hands might get thrown across the room or on the nearest surface, and he will mutter how about how you surprised him, and just to tease, get up from his lap, I dare you.
You'll be pulled back, as he mutters about how you would want to sit on the Great Mammon's lap, after all !
Arms will be draped across your torso as he hold you close, and if you hug him tighter and lean into him he might combust from happiness.
And if you kiss him?
Mammon is going to blush hard as he recovers from the blow you gave him, and leans forward to give you a kiss of his own.
Depending on how you play your cards, you won't be able to walk tomorrow or might have an impromptu cuddling session, which you initiated by plopping on his lap.
And as this becomes a common occurrence, you might find yourself being dragged on Mammon's lap, but who are you to deny him ?
Sit on his lap in front of his brothers, please.
Sometimes Leviathan gets so engrossed in his games and anime that he zones out, and refuses to even acknowledge your presence, and if he does, all he answers is in hums and nods.
So, the best way to make him give you attention? Plop on his lap and watch his reaction.
He is going to take a hot moment to register that you are sitting on his lap, and then he's going to remove his headphones and splutter, questioning your motives.
Hold him tight, hold him close and then a shaky arm will come to wrap itself around your midriff as he blushes, muttering about how this isn't so bad.
As he slowly gets used to your 'blatant and sudden' displays of affection, he's going to want you to game with you sitting on his lap. A controller in both of your hands, as each tried to defeat the other.
And of course, Leviathan will win, because he has probably about thousand's years of experience at games. So, how to distract him? Kiss him.
Oh, he's going to short-circuit when you do that. He's going to probably have you thrown from his lap as he recovers from the shock.
But please give him time, and soon he will reciprocate with his own kisses.
And, if you do it right, you might just want to cover Henry's tank, to avoid your adopted son from seeing something that will scar him forever.
He gets so immersed in his books that he doesn't even care what's happening to his surroundings anymore. You could have an earthquake going on and he won't notice.
So, to grab your bookworm boyfriend's attention, go and plop on his lap like a kitty, and demand attention. Rub against his chest, and swat at the book.
He's going to chuckle as he puts the book down, and a Chesire grin adores his face. Satan will hold you close, and bury his face in your hair, because being like this brings him peace, rests his mind.
If you kiss him, he's going to go still for a moment but then kiss you back, with a light blush on his face.
It becomes a habit, whenever Satan is going to read he will mention it to you, which is an invitation to come and sit on his lap, and distract him from his books.
Meow at him, I dare you. Meow at him like a cat would, and watch the demon become putty.
If this escalates...you might just have to distract him from his reading more often....
Asmodeus can get a bit..too focused while reading a magazine or browsing through Devilgram, and might hush at you when you try to grab his attention.
How to make him focus on you? Sit on his lap.
He's going to go silent, and blink once, twice, and then a grin spreads across his face. My, my, getting bold, aren't we? The item in his hands is going to be put down, as he wraps his arms around you.
You're going to get so many kisses! On the top of your head, on your forehead, nose, lips, wherever he can reach. And he smells so nice...
A giddy blush adores his face as he looks down at you in his lap, and you might even find him shed a few tears...
He's going to have you sit on his lap a lot, doesn't matter in private or on in front of his brothers! And, if you don't, he's going to come and sit on your lap!
And if you're feeling a bit frisky, just move your hips when on his lap. He's absolutely delighted!
Better makes the house's inhabitants wear earplugs then....
Who doesn't want to sit on the lap of Beelzebub?
Most of the time, he's eating his fiftieth sandwich or roast while staring off into space, with a thoughtful expression on his face. And his lap looks...too inviting....
So you go and declare his lap your personal pillow. Beel is taken aback, but then he adjust his posture and offers you a piece of whatever he's eating. It's sweet, to be snuggled up on the furnace known as Beelzebub.
If you look up to him, he is going to find it hard to resist kissing you. Anytime you want a kiss, look up. Once you looked up with a strawberry between your lips, and Beel almost bit your lips off.
If you want attention, go and sit on his lap, with some snacks. And the scene is so wholesome that there are many pictures of you two like this.
His arms wrap themselves around you, and it's so snug and comfortable you might find yourself dozing off.
If you want to get a little frisky, grind your hips against his crotch and give him the sweetest look you can muster.
You might have trouble walking later though.
Getting the attention of the Avatar of Sloth is pretty easy if he's awake. Only if he's awake.
Just go and plop yourself on his lap. He'll raise an eye at your boldness but let you snuggle into him nonetheless, and his face will be hidden in the crook of your neck. Oh, he's definitely blushing.
His arms will wrap around you like a koala and depending on his mood, he will place his chin on your head to tease you or lean into your scent. His fingers card through your hair as he hums.
Perhaps it's the snugness of your position or perhaps his sin is at work that you find yourself sleepy. And Belphegor makes for an excellent body pillow.
Kiss him like this, I dare you. Belphegor is going to go all shades of red at once before reciprocating with a kiss of his own.
And you might just fall asleep together like this.
Anytime you want attention, throw yourself on his lap, as he grumbles but cuddles you nonetheless.
If you do it right, you will find your sleep schedule extended, or perhaps, delayed...but hey, this means more time with your demon!
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Mornings with Mammon
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Now I understand why the Demon Brothers love MC sm
I mean they are the size of a Squishmellow
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I know i haven’t been active here on tumblr. I rarely go on sns nowadays and even deleted the tumblr app from my phone. Just needed a break from everything but here have some grub
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Thank you so much! I hope you like these. Also, thanks to @lusus--naturae for the original idea!
MC TELLING THE BROTHERS AND ROYALS THAT THEY ARE WILLING TO HELP THEM DURING THEIR RUT
Prologue: The demons had assumed humans had a heat cycle too, but were severely disappointed to find out they don't. But wait...is MC offering to help them through their heat...? 😏
Humans don't...have a heat cycle?...Oh, how disappointing. He had hoped for some 'pleasant times' with MC,and prepared in advance, but sadly, they can never come.
Bastard doesn't let his disappointment show though. He hides it behind a pokerface. But wait...is the human offering to help him through their heat....?
Demon heat cycles/ruts leave the mating pair exhausted and spent, but here is MC offering him aid....they truly don't know what they are getting themselves into.
Lucifer smirks, finding this this both endearing and arousing. MC, ready to help him if needed through his heat, well, he can't say refuse such a generous offer, can he?
Be prepared, MC, because his heat cycle is an intense one..
Humans don't?! Ugh! His disappointment is immeasurable and his day is ruined. He had longed to be their mate, but dammit! Why do human and demon anatomy have to be so different !
He frowns and mutters curses under his breath. Chances for him to be closer to MC are gone. But is his human offering...to help him through his heat...?
Oh no, Mammon is overheating, judging by the redness of his face. He sputters and tries to save face by mumbling how they would want to spend time with the Great Mammon, but we all know it is a failed attempt.
But who is he to refuse? Mammon may have ended the conversation with his signature words of MC wanting to be with him, after all, but when the time comes..and his rut overpowers his thinking...
He is going to go feral.
Humans don't ? You mean, the months of preparation trying to convince himself that MC would want to be his mate have blown away with the wind?
Leviathan's forehead may be covered by his hair, but his eyebrows are furrowed together in frustration. Wait...is MC offering to help him..through his heat...?
Sputtering and noises of surprise can be heard as he falls off his chair. MC, offering to help him through his heat, offering to mate with him ? Him ? A worthless otaku like him?!
The conversation may have been stopped by Leviathan falling on the floor, but he will remember. He will remember every single word.
Because, when MC is dragged into his room, he IS going to take up their offer after MC agrees.
Satan should have known, out of all his brother. He, who claims to be knowledgeable on various topics-physics, astrology,magic, failed to know that humans don't have a heat cycle ?
He huffs, crestfallen as he looks away. Now he can't have MC as his own....but,hold on, is the MC offering their assistance to him during his heat ?
Satan blushes as he hides his face behind his hand. His kitten, willing to help him through his rut..Oh, how generous of them.
All he does is offer a small smile with a muffled thanks as he hurriedly walks away to his room..thinking about their offer all night long...
Satan is going to remember MC's offer, and he WILL need their aid.
Oh, come on ! Such a spoilsport ! He had hoped for some fun and more..intimacy with MC, made intricate plans, but all that goes into the gutter now...
Asmo pouts as he whines, cursing the anatomy of humans mentally. All that stocking up on rations is going to be wasted....but wait..is MC offering their help through his heat...?
He grins widely as he pinches MC's cheeks...such a pleasant surprise ! His brain is already planning intricate ideas and ways....a part of him swells in pride.
Asmo never refuses, and tell them the expected week for when is heat is due. He is thinking of gifts for MC, for their selfless offer, to have him as their mate.. Preparation is key, after all~
Better be ready, MC.
Oh no...humans don't...have a heat cycle.
Beelzebub frowns as he stares at the floor, with that kicked-puppy look. He was hoping they'd choose him as their mate, although a small part of him was worried for their well-being earlier, as Beel is big in many ways.
But wait....is MC offering to help them through his heat...? To be his mate ? To be his partner?
He blushes as he looks at them, and smiles shyly. MC is truly a helpful and generous person, inside and out. He wants to hug them...
Beel takes up their offer with hesitation, and needs a bit of convincing and affirmation from MC, as he fears he may harm them.
Beware MC, all concern gets thrown out the window when Beel goes into his heat.
Such a disappointment.. Belphegor had hoped to be their mate, and secretly prepared for it...but all that goes to waste now, doesn't it ?
He groans as he tries to hide his displeasure, peace will have to be made with the new fact that has come to light...but wait...is MC....offering themselves...?
Offering to be of assistance during his heat... Belphegor blushes as he hides his face in his pillow. MC, offering to be so intimate with him..
He is never going to refuse, though. There's no going back now, because Belphegor is already planning..
MC, best to stock up on food and water..
Humans don't...have heats..? They truly are a peculiar species...
Diavolo's disappointment is evident in his voice as he replies, because the months of planning have been futile now...hold on....is MC offering aid during his heat....?
He blushes as he laughs nervously, because his heat is an intense one, and MC doesn't know what they are getting themselves into..
But their offer is too irresistible to refuse, and Diavolo is going to have blankets and spare sheets stocked in his room after they leave...
Better tell the brothers that MC isn't going to be in the House of Lamentation for quite some time.....
He already knew it, as a flashback came when he was serving dinner to the Young Master. Still, that does little to soften the harsh disappointment.
A glint of a frown can be seen as Barbatos quicky corrects it. One chance, this was the chance he had to have MC all to himself, without others intefering..all gone now..wait...the MC is offering their aid..?!
He blushes as he takes in their words...MC offering themselves...how truly kind...
But he knows he isn't going to refuse, because his powers tell him so.....
Better be prepared, MC...
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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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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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Pact Marks | All Brothers
Request: pact mark hc with the brothers?
Word Count: 1971 words
Page Count: 5.5 pages
A.N.: hope you guys enjoy this!
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[ U N D A T E A B L E S ]
Lucifer would place his pact mark on the space where your neck meets your ear, somewhere modest and easy to hide, something you could show and hide as you pleased. Though you could hide it, it was in an obvious spot, fitting for the Avatar of Pride. When you summon him or speak with him through it the pact mark glows a deep blue.
If you wear your hair down, he will play with your hair before rubbing the mark gently, and if he is in an extra soft mood he'll give it a quick kiss before moving on. If you wear your hair up he feels prideful, more so than usual, and it intensifies even more if it is a formal gathering where any and all can see it. He'll be glued to that one side where the mark is, and he'll lean in to whisper to you whenever he wants to speak with you, giving a quick kiss to it or just touching it before standing up again.
His pact mark with you on the palm of his hand, and he finds himself thumbing it mindlessly to comfort himself, he starts to understand why Beel does it when he's nervous. Lucifer isn't nervous though, he just likes to remind himself of you, he likes to touch the mark that proves you're both bound together in such a way. When he speaks to you through the mark or tries to look through your eyes, activating the mark, it glows a bright white and reminds him of a blessing mark that angels give.
Having a pact with Lucifer makes him feel light, in a literal and metaphorical sense, every time he even thinks of it.
You bring him light that he thought he had lost long ago.
Mammon would keep your pact mark on your collar bone, in the center, right where your throat dips into your chest. He knew you were caring, and being around you had him feeling different, and he wanted to be greedy. Since he is more emotionally inclined, I like to think that he can connect with souls and auras better, so when he felt your soul and looked at it a bit closer he felt so connected to it he knew he wanted to get close with you. It glows a bright gold when it activates, and he loves it, so sometimes when you're sleeping he'll call to the mark and kinda just look in amazement.
Since he is very touchy, he loves to lay his head down on it, and listens to your heart and the soft buzz of his magic in your skin. He falls asleep fastest on those nights.
His mark with you is in the same place, and like his older brother when you use it it glows a soft white, something he loves since it matches well with his demon markings. Run your nails over it and the boy m e l t s. Since he had his collar opened all the time he loves when people see it, he makes pacts with witches all the time but this is the first time he's allowed a mark on him, and this honestly has everyone just lowkey s h o o k. Like Mammon? The pact whore for grimm? Allowed a mark? on H I M ?
Having a pact with Mammon makes him feel pride, ironically, but also loved and wanted.
He actually feels like an equal, when all else isn't, this is the one time where it's you AND him.
His pact mark on you is on your foot and wraps around your ankle, it seems easy to hide, but you can never really hide it. Unless you're wearing shoes that cover your ankle often or pants that don't ride up your ankle, it's always showing somewhere. He is a strong swimmer and loves to see you swim too, so he knows legs are important for the task, and that's where the idea of placing his mark on your ankle came from. Sometimes, he'll jump in the tank with you, and since he can breathe underwater with his gills (broski I like the idea of him having gills P L E A S E), he'll sit back and chill with Henry swimming around his head, seeing your mark move with the rest of your leg.
When you use the mark, it becomes a soft orange, the same shade that hides behind his eyes when they become more snake-like. Lay your legs over him when he's playing games and he'll settle the controller on your other ankles, letting his fingers brush against the mark on the other. Little shit will even let his claws some out just to scratch them lightly and tickle you like a motherfucker.
His mark is on the ankle opposite of yours, so when you're both cuddling he'll link your ankle around his, the feeling of you WITH him blows his mind sometimes. Same case when he uses it, glows white, due to you being a human and having such a bright soul.
Having a pact with Leviathan makes him feel like he's worth something.
You helped him gain confidence and become a demon that deserves the title of Avatar of Envy.
His pact mark runs from the top of your calf to about mid-thigh, right on the back of your leg, it's large, slender, and delicate. It glows neon green when activated, something that he honestly finds cool as hell, because:
1. It's something that means you have a piece of him with you.
2. You make it look awesome.
3. It's honestly so fucking cool.
Like Levi, when you're both relaxing, him reading and you doing work/listening to music, and your legs are on his, he'll touch the mark mindlessly and feel so at peace. But, if you're ticklish, guess who also is a little shit. If you're in bed, and laying on your stomach, he'll lay his head on your thigh and just trace his with a look on his face that says 'wow' and if you think of that meme, yes, that's valid.
His mark is on the top of his hand, he always gets to see it, looking at it shows him the progress he's made. He knows how to manage his anger and actively tries to have it processed through a better outlet. You helping him along the way makes him have hope, an emotion that could seem a bit foreign at times, but he likes it. He feels light.
Making a pact with Satan has him feeling like he can be anything he wants.
He can be himself, not an extension of someone else.
Asmodeus has no shame, but, when he cares- when he really does, he wants to make it meaningful. He would place it on your hip and have it there and only there, it won't wrap around to your ass or to your front, just your hip. He loves to watch it glow a radiant pink, so he'll section off time to just lay his head on your lap and ask you to call him, the tug of magic and the light emanating from your skin does something to him. Sure, it could be lust, or maybe something more, you may be able to figure it out if he told you.
He didn't want to though. He'd just enjoy the feeling without having to figure it out, because figuring it out meant facing himself, and we can't have that just yet. His pact mark is right over his heart, though Mammon's mark is in the same area, it isn't right over his heart. It is settled right between his pectorals, a slight bit to the left, always hovering around the muscle that proves he's alive and able to love in some capacity.
He often would come up to you and just place his hand on it, palm flat against your hip while his mark would flare up in an ivory light, he swears he can feel your pulse through it and wonders if you can feel his.
Having a pact with Asmodeus makes him feel as if he can be seen past his title- which ever one, and just be himself.
He can devout himself to something that means more than him.
Beelzebub's pact mark is not on your abdomen actually! He wanted to place it on his favorite spot, on the back of your shoulder, away from the place where his sin seems to ravage him. It of course, glows a deep crimson, but be prefers it when it isn't activated- because it means you're safe and you don't need to call on him to help. He loves when you sit on his lap, because of a few reasons.
1. You're with him :)
2. You're happy :)
3. He can look at your mark as much as he likes, especially if it's exposed, he'll "somehow" leave small kisses all over it. They're so soft, you can't help but laugh, it's ticklish at times. It becomes even more ticklish when he presses his face against it, and if you laugh, he laughs, his laughs against your skin either make you soft or cackle in delight.
4. Your pact mark is right against his!
Beel would have his pact mark right on his chest, matching it to the side you choose to have your pact mark on. This makes the big boi real emotional, and he'll sometimes let some magic through and it glows, and you're kinda like:
"I hope that's a glow stick and not you again Beel."
"Let's just say it's a glow stick for now."
Having a pact with Beelzebub means you're a part of his family, happy, and healthy.
It really just makes him emotional.
When you make a pact with Belphegor, this lil' shit is honestly so surprised you said yes, but considering it was a gift you probably said yes to be respectful. But... you didn't.
Your pact mark with him is on the back of your neck, where the cervical vertebrae are, moving a bit lower to the thoracic spine. When you suggested it go there, he had to ask why, and boy did he tear up once you explained it to him later that night. You wanted to trust him again and put the past behind you, so what better place to mend a wound than the place that finally put your lights out?
Please don't say it like this to him though, if you do he would think you're joking.
But if that's how it comes out, he'll think you're joking, until he remembers you're you and... he gets it.
It glows purple when activated or when you're sleepy/ in some type of stress, he wants to read your emotions so he can help you as much as he can, make up for what was done. He would never admit it though, and you can tell he's trying his best. His mark would be in the same exact place, not only to remind him of what he did, but that he can do better to make amends. He punishes himself for your death and you try to ease him out of it- and though it takes time, you'll find your way to it.
He finds himself doing what Beel does, and will bury his face into your mark when he cuddles into you, and places small kisses on it. If he is laying on you, please touch the mark, it manages to calm him into a good sleep.
Making a pact with Belphegor means you're ready to grow and build something better with him.
You help him find a better path that he needs to walk down on his own.
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MC is a sleep hugger
I finally have some headcanons for you my lovely people~
Gender neutral MC
Everytime you hug him in your sleep a proud smile forms on his face.
He can and will tease you about it after you wake up, but in a playful and joking way. We all know that he enjoyed every second of it.
When you sleep hug him Lucifer doesn't hesitate to wrap his arms around you too.
It's just that you're so super soft and cute when you do that. He sometimes has the feeling that his heart is about to jump out of his chest in those moments.
Yes, Lucifer can control his feelings quite well, but when it comes to you and your affection he's dying from the inside. Sometimes even stops functioning, but that doesn't mean you can stop.
The fact that you hug him in your sleep out of all people gives him the ultimate ego boost.
He's a mess. His face turns red and it feels like it's on fire and he's afraid that his heart is about to explode.
At first he has no idea what to do. Wrap his arms around you? Smooch you? Play with you hair? There are just too many options.
Immediately turns super soft and slowly hugs you back.
Mammon carefully leans his head against yours so that he doesn't wake you up.
When you wake up and see the position you're in you quickly apologize for bothering him.
The blush is coming back.
"No, no, no! Of course ya wanna hug THE great Mammon!"
He tries to act all smug and confident about it, but couldn't fail more at it tbh.
Doesn't even notice that you're asleep tbh.
He's busy playing his games and when you put your arms around him he thinks you want something from him.
"Oi, MC what-"
Another mess when he sees that you're actually asleep.
Carefully puts his controller down and puts both of you in a more comfortable position. He doesn't want to sit while you hug him. Levi wants to enjoy the cuddling session to its fullest.
He's a bit awkward at first ngl. He has no idea what to do with his arms or where to put them so he just wraps them around you kinda helplessly.
Levi quickly calms down though and soon falls asleep too.
You two are both reading in his room. At least you're supposed to, but then you fell asleep and hugged the blonde demon.
Ngl he's surprised by it at first and blushes a little. I mean how can he not? You never looked cuter with your eyes closed and your face squished against his shoulder.
He puts the book down and pulls you on top of him before continuing to read.
That is a position he could stay in forever.
It's so peaceful as if the world around you two stopped except in that room with all those books.
With moments like these you make him feel like he has never even known the meaning of anger. Like the wrath hidden within him under all those other emotions has never existed.
His first impulse was to scream and take a picture of you, but he could restrain himself.
Immediately grabs all of his pillows to make it as comfortable for you as he possibly can.
Then he relaxes and embraces you in his arms.
The man knows exactly what to do and when he plays with your hair a sigh escapes your lips.
Asmo also caresses your back which feels extremely good too.
His hands work magic and not just in a sexy way like everyone might think.
He's surprisingly one of the best cuddle buddies you've ever had and you always wake up well rested and refreshed when you sleep by his side.
Let's be honest here. Beel is a living teddy bear.
When you hug him in your sleep he couldn't be happier.
Immediately pulls you on top of him and returns the hug.
Even if you're as tall as him he absolutely loves being your bed. The feeling of your steady heartbeat against him calms him down and the sight of your cheek on his chest? Wholesome!
He treasures those moments.
Beel even pulls you close before you fall asleep. He simply wants to cuddle as long with you as he can.
100% plays with your hair. How can you expect him to resist?
This is another sleep hugger and you can't change my mind on that, but he doesn't hug everyone. Only you and Beel.
On the rare occasions when you fall asleep before him and hug him? He couldn't be happier.
It's scientifically proven that Belphie sleeps better when you're by his side and he has told you that many times. Scratch that. He has said that to everyone.
You're his number one cuddle buddy just like he's yours.
He could stay like this forever tbh.
"Belphie, we have to get up."
He clings onto you as if his life depends on it.
"Five more minutes."
"You said that an hour ago."
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May I request the brothers reactions to getting a love letter from mc?
I hope you like these!! This was such a cute request! So thank you for requesting!!!!
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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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Mammon: So MC, what’s your type?
MC: Blue eyes, white hair, a model, easily-flustered, oblivious, funny, and caring
Mammon: Sounds kinda like me. Too bad we’re just friends.
MC: Did I mention oblivious?
Mammon: Yes, why?
MC: Okay, just making sure.
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Mammon: it's like everywhere I go: bam!Mc’s there
Satan: that's because you're following them around.
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butts butts butts
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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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MC: Happy birthday Mammon! Here's your last letter for today. It's also my present for you.
Mammon: Thank you MC!
Mammon: *open the letter* "I'm your present. You can do whatever you want with me for a day."
Mammon: Whatever I want..?
MC: Whatever you want.
MC: Just ask already.
Mammon: Can we...
Mammon: ...hold hands?
MC: Unprotected hand holding? How lewd...
Happy birthday Mammon!! I love him and he desrves the world❤
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Can I have a hc, where is f!MC overprotective of Mammon from brothers and give him proper attention and respect:"You are not stupid. You're deserve love. I love you". Also she would pamper her little bean with head pats and scalp massage. I'm so weak for him. Sry for bad English!
Oh my fucking- YES!!! I HAVE THE URGE TO THROW HANDS WHENEVER THEY'RE MEAN TO HIM
LEAVE THIS BABY ALONE
MC protecting Mammon
Mammon being constantly bullied by his brothers is not a secret in the Devildom.
Everyone knows that, because they're not really trying to hide it.
No one ever even tried to interfere or step up for the white haired demon.
Until you came.
It's fascinating how a simple and fragile human such as yourself dares to talk back to the most powerful demons in hell.
Mammon is an idiot, yes.
And he makes stupid decisions a lot, yes.
But bullying him is a big no no. Especially if it comes from his own family.
Since you moved in with them you declared yourself as the president of the Mammon protection squad.
"Mammon, you're so stupid and a low-life and- MC, what are you doin?"
You walk around the room pretending to search for something important.
"I'm just trying to find the moment where someone asked for your fucking opinion."
Everyone is shook.
How dare you talk to a higher demon like that?
Mammon is especially thrown off, because no one ever stood up for him.
That's one of the main reasons why he loves you so much.
After shutting them up when they insult him you drag Mammon somewhere else and shower him with affection.
Like softly stroking his hair and kissing him all over his face.
He's never been loved like you love him so expect him to be overwhelmed.
"I don't understand why you're with him of all people? Don't you know how stupid he is? He's a moron!"
"The only thing I don't understand is the amount of bullshit coming out of your mouth."
Some might think you have a death wish.
Rumors spread fast you know. Just after a few weeks everyone at RAD knows that there's a tiny angry woman protecting Mammon.
And that tiny angry woman is ready to throw hands with about anyone who treats him poorly.
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