#obey me satan x mc
Moments at House of lamentation
Pairing: there's no specific pairing, it's mainly about brothers. You can consider mc as poly in this one, also mc is gender neutral.
Warnings: fluff, didn't proofread
Synopsis: Heartwarming moments/incidents you are allowed to witness at house of lamentation but aren't allowed to talk about ever. (These are more or less small headcanons I imagined instead of doing my assignment;;;)
You can read part 2 here
Lucifer keeps the lights of corridor on at night and door of his bedroom open. Mainly for Mammon. Avatar of greed gets frequent nightmares and is afraid of darkness, whenever he is scared he would just climb up Lucifer's bed without making any sound and curl up there trembling. Lucifer would occasionally give him headpats till he fall asleep.
One night when you and Lucifer were sharing bed, Mammon came shaking because of a bad dream and you both made him sleep in your middle and hugged him till he fell asleep.
Whenever Mammon wins a gamble or bet, he secretly buys things for his brothers and sneaks in their rooms to leave those there.
No one in entire Devildom is allowed to speak ill about Mammon other than his brothers, if someone does they will be skinned alive by other six avatars of sins.
After getting strung up from ceiling or getting tortured by Cerberus as a punishment, Mammon always finds pain reliever and ointments in his desk's drawer.
Lucifer recieves six anonymous cards on mother's day and father's day both. He has kept all of them safe in his hidden Stash.
Whenever you are busy, Levi drags Mammon with him in his every rendezvous because Other than you He's most comfortable around Mammon.
Whenever there's a gathering Lucifer always give headpats to Levi before going, transferring a little bit of his sin to him because he knows how much insecure Levi feels in crowded places.
Asmodeus always hugs his brothers(including you) before any of their big events, rubbing his charms off on them secretly.
Satan has bought injured and dying animals several times and nursed them with Mammon,Asmo and You.
Several times Belphie has written his brother's assignments for them.
One family movie night is a must within interval of 15 days. No matter whatever everyone is doing, they will join.
Sometimes when Lucifer falls asleep in his desk due to overworking and exhaustion, he has found his remaining work done in the next morning with a lingering presence of wrath in his room.
Satan visits Cerberus secretly every night with treats in hopes of being friends with him. Once Cerberus fell sick and Satan cried entire day until Lucifer brought the four legged back on the next morning and Cerberus jumped on satan licking him to oblivion.
Whenever Beel hears any new food his brothers or you have fallen for, on the next morning you would get that on breakfast table. Fresh and homemade.
Once Lucifer cooked pudding for everyone as desert but neither you not he could taste it himself because the six of his brothers faught eachother and finished everything before he could eat it himself. While doing the dishes at night he licked the serving spoon to get a taste of his pudding and realised he had accidentally put salt in pudding instead of sugar.
As a child Satan used to enact as Lucifer infront of mirror with a spare Cape of him. Now whenever he gets episodes and you aren't around to calm him, he hugs that Cape to calm himself.
Whenever Asmo designs something new, he would first send it to Levi for his opinion. If Levi approves then Asmo sends it to his consecutive customer.
Belphie has charmed Lucifer several times to sleep to save him from collapsing.
Once Beel was extremely upset after losing a match that he refused to eat dinner and cried entire evening in his room. That night everyone watched comedy movie in a cuddle pile till Beel fell asleep.
Whenever Lucifer buys souvenirs from a new place, he always buys 8 in total.
Beel always goes to Lucifer's room before sleeping at night to remind him to take medicines.
Majority of the time in Asmo's fashion shows, show stopper is Mammon.
Whenever any of his brothers are upset, Levi forces them to play with him just to lose intentionally to make his brothers feel better.
Everyone has a secret folder/stash in their rooms or DDDs only filled with goofy family photos.
Lucifer has a drawer filled with his brother's childhood toys and some significant clothes. He cherishes them more than any jewel.
I may or may not write bigger headcanons based on these small ones sometime but for now these are all I've got.
Thank you so much for reading, stay healthy and safe 💜
Taglist: @mammonprotectionsquad <3
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How The Demon Brothers React After Fighting With Their SO
tw: some angst with resolution at the end, mentions of past arguments, insecurity.
This man is petty as hell.
He doesn’t do the silent treatment, but he acts like you aren’t dating.
If you need to work on something together, you’re a co-worker.
At RAD you’re a classmate.
Around the house you’re just a housemate.
His poker face is immaculate and it will not crack when you’re around.
If someone didn’t know what was happening, they’d probably think you two barely knew each other.
However, you won’t notice, but as soon as you look the other way his eyes are on you.
He’s used to arguing with his brothers and is no stranger to explosive fights that end with he and the other person not being on speaking terms.
But you’re different.
He tries to go on with business as usual, but he can’t think about anything other than how much he misses you.
Yet, he lets it continue because he just can’t put his pride aside and apologize.
If you decide to sleep in your old room it’ll both hurt his feelings and royally piss him off.
He thinks you’re being childish and will be pretty rude about it, but that’s because internally his blood just ran cold.
It adds a degree of seriousness to the argument that he’s uncomfortable with.
Yes he’s mad, but he can’t lose you.
If you still sleep in his bed, he makes sure to scoot over to the very edge so he doesn’t cuddle you in his sleep.
In fact, the first night after the argument he’d probably put a pillow between you just to really punctuate the fact that he’s still upset.
I’d say it could go 4 days to a week tops without you making up.
After a point though, he just can’t function until the issue is resolved. He can’t sleep, he’s falling behind on his work, and he’s just generally not doing well.
You get called to his office one night and find him at his desk surrounded by piles of paper, disheveled and exhausted.
“MC, come sit down. I’d like to talk this through. Please.”
He’s so dramatic.
You dare defy him? The Great Mammon can’t believe this tiny fragile human would have the audacity.
The theatrics are just a front though.
His ‘The Great Mammon’ act is a mask for his insecurity, one he hasn’t had to use with you in awhile.
Even as the words leave his mouth he regrets them.
He’s going to be very uncomfortable with everything until the argument is resolved, but most of all himself.
He’s learned not to take his brothers too seriously when they toss insults his way, but words have a way of morphing to belief over time.
Internally he is going to be super hard on himself.
Regardless of if the fight was his fault or not, he’s going to kick himself constantly for making yet another mistake.
He’s over the argument pretty fast. The anger quickly melts into anxiety.
Are you going to leave him? Do you hate him? Did he hurt your feelings?
That being said, he doesn’t know if you’re still mad and he doesn’t know how to ask.
As a defense mechanism, he defaults to how he treated you when you first arrived in the devildom.
Calls you human, disregards you, stuff like that.
If you decide to sleep in another room, before midnight expect him to be knocking on the door.
“Oi, MC. You awake? I just - I can’t - *sigh* Can we talk about this?”
If you sleep in his bed, he makes a point of sleeping with his back to you.
Less because he’s actually mad and more because he doesn’t want his image of you as he drifts to sleep to be a look of anger.
Though as soon as he passes out he’ll roll over and tuck you into his arms on instinct.
I’d say any after effects of an argument with Mammon would be resolved in a day, maybe two tops.
Arguing activates his trolling the forums mode.
Goes back to calling you a normie and contradicts everything you say.
He’s less mad about the argument and more using the bitterness to cope with how upset he is.
He feels like a break up is less of an if and more of a when.
Why would someone as amazing as you settle for weird otaku like him?
Honestly doesn’t understand why you’re with him in the first place, so when there’s a serious argument he assumes its over.
Tbh don’t know how you and Levi would sleep together being that I doubt two could fit in a tub, but any deviation to your routine sends him into a panic.
It’s his reality check that the situation is serious and he needs to fix it NOW.
He’d have trouble apologizing in person. He can’t think of what to say, he stumbles over his words, and he feels like he’s on the verge of a panic attack.
Instead, expect a long ass text message.
He says how sorry he is, how much he misses and loves you, and legit begs you to forgive him.
If you sleep with him like normal, he’ll probably try to make up after laying there for awhile. His mind is going a million miles an hour and there’s no way he can sleep.
Still really has trouble verbalizing how he feels, so give the poor boy a break and take over the conversation.
He hasn’t had a serious relationship before and he doesn’t know what he should do to make it better.
So the after effects will last however long it takes him to read several mangas, watch some anime, and play a few games to see how the characters get over arguments in the story.
Satan makes sure not to fight with you over minor issues.
He’s worked tirelessly to tame his wrath and he refuses to feed into it over a minor issue.
Thus, if you fight with Satan it’s a major argument and it’s explosive.
The aftermath isn’t much better.
He doesn’t want to risk blowing up again, so he’s frighteningly calm.
He’s an absolute master of the silent treatment.
He won’t say a word to you until he’s certain he’s calmed down enough.
For the first few days he’ll straight up leave a room if you enter.
For a good while the only way you can expect to communicate with him is through his body language and the expression in his eyes.
Satan’s biggest fear is losing control and lashing out at you.
He couldn’t live with himself if he hurt you and he can’t stand the thought of you being afraid of him.
He’s a whirlwind of emotions, so he isolates himself until he can figure out how to deal with it.
Not just from you, but from everyone else too.
Satan will not share a bed with you for at least the first night.
If he got worked up enough to actually fight, it’s gonna take him time to simmer down.
And he’d rather not risk doing or saying something he regrets in the meantime.
Once he’s ready, he’ll approach you when he’s completely calmed down and has thoroughly analyzed the situation.
He’s considered both of your sides, tried to pinpoint what caused the disagreement to turn into a fight, and made a plan of action to prevent it from happening again.
“MC? I’ve been thinking quite a bit about what happened. Would you please talk it through with me?”
He won’t apologize for the argument if he feels like he was right, but he will apologize for letting the disagreement escalate into a fight.
Satan could go weeks without making up if necessary, but he tries to resolve it within a couple of days.
Wants to give you the silent treatment, but is physically incapable.
He can’t stand to have you ignore him.
He’s the type to go back to normal then suddenly remembers you guys had a fight.
“Wait, no! I’m not talking to you! I’m mad at you!”
His biggest downfall is that he’s so stubborn.
If he thinks he was right, he will die on that hill.
There are arguments with his brothers that happened a thousand years ago and he could still tell you exactly why he was right.
But with you, he realizes that doesn’t matter too him nearly as much as it usually does.
If it means going back to normal, he’ll forget who’s right or wrong.
If you sleep in another room, he’s beyond offended.
“What?! Well fine! I don’t want you in my bed anyway!”
Laying in bed alone is a different story though.
He can’t sleep. All he can think about is you. Your face when you sleep next to him, your smell, the feeling of his arms around you.
He 100% cries.
Finally goes and knocks on your door with wet, glossy eyes.
“MC? Can we talk about this? I can’t get my beauty sleep and my tears are wiping off all of my skin care lotion!”
Will throw himself into your arms before you can answer.
If you sleep next to him still, he rolls over and watches you sleep.
It puts him at peace and he decides seeing your sweet, resting face every morning is worth more to him than the argument.
He’ll initiate the conversation the next morning.
I think Asmo could make it a few days if it was a really serious argument, but he will not function well until you make up.
Wants to make up immediately.
He doesn’t like to argue, even less so with you.
Whether he was right or wrong, he blames himself. He’ll take all the blame in the world if it makes you happy.
He’ll go make you your favorite food and bring it to you.
If he thinks you don’t want to talk to him, he’ll leave it outside your door and text you to let you know it’s there.
He’s honestly devastated if you decide to sleep in another room.
You guys migrate to your old room when you want privacy from Belphie, but you almost never sleep separately.
Seeing you grab your pillows and march out of the room nearly stops his heart.
He goes completely numb and silent as he just stares at the space you had just occupied.
Like Levi, he thinks this means the relationship is over and he genuinely does not know what to do with himself.
He can’t even bring himself to eat, he just wants to lie there, lost and trying to grapple with his emotions.
He’s another one who will absolutely cry, but unlike Asmo he will make sure no one knows it.
If you still sleep in his bed, he’s very nervous about it.
He doesn’t know if it’s okay to touch you, what he can or can’t say, stuff like that.
He just lays there stiff as a board not even able to close his eyes.
Honestly the fight would probably have to be resolved before bed. His anxiety just can’t take it.
I don’t think he’d initiate the apology. Not because he doesn’t want to make up but because his confidence is rock bottom in these situations.
He catastophizes and honestly thinks you hate him.
If you don’t initiate the apology soon, Belphie will. He can feel what his twin won’t say, and he knows Beel won’t approach you about it for fear of making it worse.
Belphie will lock you two in a room if that’s what it takes for you to make up.
The embodiment of if looks could kill.
He won’t talk to you, won’t look at you, basically pretends you aren’t there.
If he must interact with you he’ll roll his eyes and sigh the whole time.
Tries to sleep through any interaction so he doesn’t have to deal with it.
He feels almost betrayed by the fight.
He thought the relationship was stronger than to have such a huge divide, so he’s really insecure about it.
After the first day, the anger has melted away to guilt.
He ‘s not guilty that you fought, but he is guilty about how he treated you after.
Guilt and self-blame have become unwelcome friends at this point. Guilt over Lilith, over his plans to destroy the human world, everything.
But more than anything else, the guilt for the fact that he attacked you weighs on him every day.
He moved past it quickly after, essentially pretending he hadn’t killed you, but that’s because he just couldn’t confront what he’d done.
He feels like the luckiest demon alive that you forgave him, let alone opened you heart enough to love him, and now it’s all in tatters.
Another thing to regret.
If you decide to sleep separately, it’ll hit him like a bag of bricks.
“You - what? Where are you going?”
It’ll take him a second to process what you were doing, but then he’ll roll over and let you leave.
“Fine. Don’t let the door hit you.”
No one will see him for awhile.
Belphie sleeps all the time anyway, but he just can’t make himself get out of bed.
If you don’t approach him to apologize, Beel will tell you that he’s been nauseous and randomly emotional which must mean his twin is coping very badly.
Will beg you to go make Belphie happy again.
If you sleep in his bed still, the argument will be resolved by morning.
He can’t keep himself from embracing you in his sleep, and it’s hard to say you’re mad at someone when you wake up in their loving arms.
It’s hard to pinpoint how long it could last with Belphie. If you don’t apologize first, he won’t let himself be conscious long enough to approach you.
This is both my first hc post as well as my first obey me post so I’m sorry if le boys are ooc. I just got this idea and couldn’t stop thinking about it so here we are. Especially Belphie, he was hard to me for some reason. Let me know if you guys agree or disagree and if you want to send a request or ask, my box is open!
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Can you do the brothers reacting to S.O. MC always having an unidentifiably "familiar" scent and then finding a spray bottle with the brother's perfume in it, diluted so that it doesn't overpower MC's but still gives them a subtle trace of the brother's scent? Which brothers do you expect would take up the practice so that they always have MC's scent lingering on them?
I think demons and angels would have a better sense of smell than humans so wearing one of the brother’s perfumes would be like Mc marking themself as the demon’s partner.
It’s not foolproof of course, after all, other demons can buy the same perfume. But between the brothers, Diavolo and Barbatos everyone wears different scents so it would be clear to all of them whos perfume you are wearing.
Lucifer has been using the same cologne for several decades now. It’s honestly surprising that it hasn’t gone out of style, or become associated with old people(Like how certain human colognes or perfume is only used by your grandparents). It’s distinctive but elegant and simple enough to be timeless.
Lucifer first notices how your scent is oddly familiar a few weeks after you return to the Devildom with Solomon.
Something about your new scent is immensely gratifying to his senses.
It makes his pride flare, and he finds himself far less worried about his brothers or Diavolo trying to steal you away.
Much to his embarrassment, Lucifer finds himself nuzzling into your neck as if to scent you while trying to identify the change.
It’s early yet and you’re still curled up asleep in his bed when he finds the simple-looking perfume bottle on your desk as he is fetching you a fresh set of clothes to change into.
He stops to examine the bottle, thinking that perhaps he should bring this to you as well. Although he loathes to let you cover up his scent.
He opens the bottle to ensure it won't completely overpower his scent on you, and for a moment he thinks he must have used a bit too much of his own perfume this morning. He sniffs it again and realizes that while it is similar to his own scent, it’s different. Muddled, diluted with something, water, and perhaps a bit of your own perfume/cologne.
His lips curl into a smirk as he realizes that he’s caught his cologne thief. He’d assumed that he’d simply misplaced a bottle of his cologne but now realizes that you must have taken it back to the human realm with you and made this.
Lucifer falls in love with you all over again. He is so enamored with the idea that you want to smell like him, essentially letting other demons and angels know that you are his.
When you wake, he is sitting next to you. Still smug. Pride radiating off him in self-satisfied waves. Toying with your perfume bottle. “Mc, my dear, if you would like to let others know you are taken I would be happy to mark you more clearly.”
You swear he likes to fluster you just for his own enjoyment.
“When this is gone,” he says holding up the perfume bottle “you are welcome to more of my cologne, you needn't resort to thievery, my love.”
He won’t take up the practice himself, but if you have to be away from each other for an extended time he’ll ask for a bottle of your perfume/cologne to keep your scent fresh and near.
Mammon is snooping in your room again. Not to steal this time, he swears! It was just to figure out what kind of gift you’d like.
The perfume bottle looks expensive, so he picks it up. Thinking that buying you a new bottle might be a good gift.
It doesn’t have any labels so he opens it to see if he recognizes the fragrance.
He is so, so embarrassed to find out that it is a diluted version of his scent! Poor Mammon, he is so flustered when he finds out that he drops the bottle, shattering it on your bedroom floor.
Suddenly it all clicks into place for him. The reason he had been so much more protective of you. Why he had found himself resisting the urge to mark you as his more than he usually had to.
You’d been making yourself smell like him, marking yourself for him. Mammon is over the moon. You want to be his. You’re already together of course, but you want other demons to know you’re together.
It takes everything Mammon has to stop himself from going to get you right now. From bringing you to his room and marking you himself.
But he’s got a bigger problem to handle first. Your room is a mess, floor covered in glass and perfume and he’s got to fix this before you get back.
When you open your door Mammon is still trying to clean everything up and air out your room, you recognize the scent of the spilled perfume and you feel the embarrassment overwhelm you.
Mammon is looking at you, face red and stuttering out an apology. “I swear I wasn't trying to steal nothin'. I just-” He flounders gesturing to your desk “it was an accident Mc! Picked you up a new bottle of mine so you can…” if possible his face gets even redder.
“Mammon if you don’t like it I can stop.”
“What? No! Of course, you’d wanna smell like the great Mammon! Besides, I don’t want anyone else thinkin they can make a move on ya. You should keep doin it.”
Mammon won’t ask for any of your perfume/cologne but he will borrow(steal) a little of it every once in a while. Mostly when he’s going somewhere he can’t take you. It makes him feel closer to you. And it has the added benefit of preventing any demons from making a move on him, letting them know he’s taken.
Levi can’t quite put his finger on where he’s smelled your new perfume/cologne before.
It’s familiar, but he can’t place it no matter how hard he tries.
For some reason, it makes him less jealous when his brothers are around you. Like he doesn’t have to worry about you realizing they are better than him anymore.
Levi might not notice what your new scent is but his brothers sure do.
Asmo gives you knowing little winks and you could swear you’ve seen Mammon crinkle his nose in distaste at you.
Levi doesn’t figure out why your scent is so familiar until he finds you in his room pouring some of his perfume into a different bottle.
You’re startled when Levi takes the bottle from your hand and tilts your head to the side to smell your neck.
He takes a step back from you red to the tips of his ears “M-mc you-” He gapes at you for a moment “You can’t just do that without warning me!” he whines. “You know other demons can- my brothers can- it’s like you’re telling everyone you’re mine.”
“I know, Asmo gave me the idea. He said demons use their scent to mark their significant others. I’m sorry Levi, are you mad?”
“Mad? You want to smell like me, how could I be mad when I’ve wanted to-to mark you for months? I just didn’t want to...creep you out...with all that. Y-you can still use my cologne just ask. Thought you were Mammon stealing for a second.” He says covering his blushing face with his hands.
Levi is awake for a long time that night, even after you’ve long since drifted off curled up next to him in his bathtub bed. He’s caught up in the fact that you want to smell like him and he wonders if maybe he could do the same thing with your perfume/cologne.
Eventually, he’ll ask for some of your perfume/cologne but it’ll take him several weeks to finally blurt out the question.
Somehow your scent is different, more familiar.
It sets him at ease, like seeing you in his jacket or finding you sleeping in one of his shirts.
It clicks that you are using his scent when he notices how fast he is going through the bottle of his cologne.
His face heats up and oh my, you’re using his scent. That's why it was so familiar.
Once the surprise has passed, his lips curl up in a wicked grin.
Oh Mc, Satan is so pleased. He is so in love with you.
He has you meet him in his room to confront you. His cologne in hand, lips curled up in a smirk. “Is there something you’d like to tell me, Mc?”
You tell him about how you dilute his perfume with yours so that you smell a little like him and meekly apologize for stealing from him.
Satan’s smirk grows as you explain, and when you fall silent he pulls you into his arms. “I like having my scent on you kitten. But you know there are other ways I can leave my scent on you if you’d like?” he murmurs, kissing across your cheekbone and down your jawline.
He sounds so confident but there is proof of his own emotions in the red dusting his cheeks.
Satan might dilute some of your perfume/cologne if there is a particular reason he wants other demons to know he’s taken. Maybe an event he can’t bring you to or if there has been a particularly stubborn demon not taking no for an answer.
To be honest Satan would rather have you leave your scent naturally. By sleeping on his pillows or wearing his jacket.
If you have to go to the human realm without him for any length of time, Satan will pick up your habit and start diluting some of your chosen scent with his while you're gone.
It doesn’t take long for Asmo to figure out why your scent is so familiar.
He knows exactly how long a bottle of perfume will last him and has a sixth sense for knowing when someone has moved any of his beauty products.
“Mc, darling, it’s sweet that you want my mark on you but if you keep stealing from me I’ll have to punish you,” he sings.
“Is that a promise Asmo?”
He brings you your very own bottle of his cologne.
The fact that you dilute his scent with yours brings Asmo to his knees. It’s so cute! But also such a tease! He’d love to leave his scent on you in other ways too.
But first, he just wants to curl up and cuddle with you. Knowing that you want to advertise your relationship so openly makes him feel truly loved.
The feeling overwhelms Asmo and he is so, so happy that his feelings for you are returned just as strongly.
Asmo will definitely take up the practice so your scent always lingers on him as well.
Asmo is not ashamed or shy about your relationship and any demon who insinuates he should be is playing a dangerous game.
There is no hesitation in his voice when he asks for a bottle of your perfume/cologne in exchange for his.
He likes knowing his scent lingers on you and flaunts the fact that yours lingers on him.
Expect to exchange bottles of perfume on holidays.
Beel’s nose picks up the change in your scent immediately.
It’s familiar and yet hidden beneath your own scent just enough that he can’t place it.
This is frustrating for him because he’s never had so much trouble placing a scent before.
But he likes the addition as well.
In the end, it’s Belphie who rats you out to his twin. “You know I'm sure Beel would have more fun if he got to mark you himself, Mc.”
Beel puts down the muffin he’d had halfway to his mouth to look at you, realization flashing across his face.
He smiles happily at you, light blush dusting his face.
He’ll give you your own bottle of his cologne.
But he’ll also explain how having his scent linger on you is a way that demons mark their significant others. He wants to make sure you know that you are advertising your relationship to other demons.
When you assure him you’re ok with that he’ll ask if he can do the same with some of your perfume/cologne. That way other demons know he’s yours too.
Belphie notices right away.
It’s obvious that the new addition to your scent is his when you’re napping in his bed with him and the new portion of your scent blends seamlessly with the blankets and pillows around you.
Belphie gets a mischievous smirk on his face as he nuzzles his face in your hair. “There are better ways for you to wear my scent, Mc.”
He doesn’t stop you from using some of his perfume to dilute and mix with your own.
In fact, he encourages the practice.
He likes the fact that other demons will know who your heart belongs to.
With his scent lingering on you it’s very unlikely that other demons(his brothers) will make a move on you.
He won’t adopt the practice himself.
Not because he doesn’t want to, but because it’s a lot of work to dilute perfume so perfectly.
But if you were to make it for him, he would wear it everywhere.
He finds your scent calming, so having it linger on him would be very nice. Why else would blankets occasionally go missing from your bed?
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Can I request a hc with Gender neutral reader with Mammon, and Satan where reader gets nightmares of what happened in chapter 16 and goes to them for comfort?
fuck yeah my favorite brothers lets goooo!! i hope this is to your liking :)
Reader goes to Mammon + Satan for comfort.
Warnings: descriptions of violence + panic attacks, chapter 16 spoilers
satan is in the library reading late at night -- thinking everyone else is either asleep or off doing their own thing -- when he feels it. he feels you call out from your pact. it comes out of seemingly nowhere, and it’s loud and intense.
its so powerful he actually drops his book at the sudden onslaught of strong emotions. desperation, clawing at the back of his skull like a rabid beast and absolute terror so powerful that he swears that his blood physically turns to ice.
and then just like that, its gone.
he stands up frantically, about to charge to your bedroom, when he sees you standing in the entrance of the library. he stops, staring at you.
you look... bad, to put it lightly. your face is more pale than usual, sweat dripping from your forehead, chest heaving and desperate for air. your eyes are wide, frenzied and panicked. you claw desperately at your neck, it raw and inflamed, and he immediately knows whats happening.
he approaches you slowly. he doesnt want to scare you more. “MC? it’s okay, youre safe.”
you all but ram into him, arms wrapping tightly around him. you heave heavily into his chest, trying and failing to get enough air. you shake like a leaf in his hold.
he puts his arms around you, firm but soft. he guides you to the couch, sitting down and pulling you on top of him. you’re muttering, rambling on about how you cant breathe, how you can feel his hands around your neck, how you can feel the phantom pain of your neck being snapped-
one hand runs small circles into your back. he fights down the anger, the urge to barge into belphie’s room and give him a taste of his own medicine. the only reason he doesnt is because he knows it wont help you, not right now.
“Hey, hey... it’s okay. you’re alright. can you try to breathe with me?”
when you shakily nod, gripping onto him even tighter, he inhales slowly and then exhales.
it takes a while, but eventually you begin to match his breathing. he murmurs soft praise while you do it, fingers running slowly up and down your spine comfortably.
he doesnt know how much time has passed, but when your breathing becomes somewhat normal, he asks if you want to go back to sleep.
you jolt in his hold, and just like that you’re gripping onto him like a lifeline once again. you shake your head rapidly.
he doesnt dream of asking you to get up so he can move, so he simply grips onto you more tightly as he shifts to get into a more comfortable position. he lays on his back, with you staying on top him the whole time, refusing to let go and breathing still shaky.
he resumes his ministrations on your back and you nuzzle further into his chest. he ignores the growing wetness on his shirt, murmuring sweet nothings into your ear and pressing soft kisses onto your head.
he’ll gladly do this as many times as he needs to. anything for you. and if it means strangling his brother himself, then so be it. he refuses to let you get hurt like that ever again, and belphie will not be safe from his wrath.
mammon is woken from his sleep by his door opening, the light from the hallway filtering inside and reaching his closed eyes. he groans, throwing the blanket over his face in an attempt to block the light.
he doesn’t know how late it is, but its too late for him and he doesnt want to deal with whatever is happening right now, mostly because he assumes it’s lucifer or one of his brothers.
but nothing is said. instead, he hears labored breathing.
he peers from under the blanket, squinting when the light hits his eyes. after a moment, he’s able to make out your figure standing in the doorway, hunched over and gripping onto the doorframe.
he immediately sits up, confused. “oi, MC, what’re ya doin? do ya know how late it is?” he yawns, rubbing at his eyes.
“mm...mammon- i cant- i cant-” your sentence is cut off by your own desperate inhale, only for the air to leave as quickly as it came. you lean against the doorframe, hand clutching at your chest. “I can’t breathe-”
that wakes him up. he jumps out of bed, rushing over to you. he immediately begins to panic.
the sudden movement startles you and flinch back, violently. you fall to the ground and raise your hands, as if to shield yourself. from him.
he can barely understand your frenzied cries, but can make out the desperate pleas. to not hurt you. and it fucking breaks him.
he slows down, uncharacteristically languid and gentle. he’s pretty sure what this is about.
“hey, hey, i’m not gonna hurt ya. im your protector, remember?” some protector he was. your broken body flashes through his mind. “it’s mammon, okay? you’re safe, nothin’s gonna hurt you here.”
he inches closer to you as he speaks, squatting down as he’s a few inches away from you. he hesitantly reaching out for your hands, gently lowering them. he gently threads his fingers into yours, thumb rubbing circles into your hand.
you jolt, looking up at him, eyes wide and frenzied like a cornered animal’s. he forces himself to smile, for you. he ignores the pressure that builds behind his eyes. “see? i’m not gonna hurt ya. i’ll never do that. you’re safe with me.”
you surprise him, because of course you do. you jump onto him, ripping your hands out of his and throwing your arms around him, gripping onto him so tightly he can feel your nails digging into his back. you bury your face into his shoulder, chest heaving.
his face heats, he cant help it. still, he wraps his arms around you. he murmurs into your ear, warm and gentle, as you shakily try to steady your breathing. he rocks back and forth a bit with you in his arms.
after a while, your breathing returns somewhat back to normal. still, you refuse to let go, and mammon refuses to as well. he buries his face into your hair, a few tears slipping from his eyes.
he presses a kiss to the top of your head. he wont ever let something like that happen again. he promises. he’ll always keep you safe, even if it’s from his own brother.
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entry : hello! heres chapter 4 of treasured, this is quite rushed because i’m feeling a bit tired but i still wanna write some more!
warnings : violence coming from Satan (please proceed with caution)
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The silence between the two noble demons was loud, none of them uttered a word just yet. They were just staring at each other, wondering who was going to address the elephant in the room. Diavolo sighed and his already hardened gaze at Lucifer seemed to drop in temperature as he asked
“What happened to you, Lucifer?”
The said demon furrowed his eyebrows and almost stopped his breathing for seconds. What did Diavolo mean when he asked that? In his mind, there was nothing wrong with himself at all. He was regular Lucifer, the same Lucifer who usually strung up his younger brothers for misbehaving.
The same Lucifer who dominated any space he stepped foot in, the same Lucifer who hated your guts, the same Lucifer who’s chest bloomed like a hibiscus flower in spring with happiness by seeing your head low and water dripping from your eyes.
The prided demon’s eyebrows furrowed at the last statements, he didn’t remember hating you, right? Didn’t he like you? Didn’t he borderline adore and love you? If he did love you, then where did the hate and resentment come from?
You must’ve done something horrible to him and his brothers that deserved this type of attention, yes that must be it. That’s the only reasonable explanation he can provide for himself.
‘Yes, it must be their fault. I’ve done nothing but treat them with respect, and this is how they repay me? How disgraceful. They should have never been in this program.’
He snapped out of his thoughts and came back to reality when he heard the sounds of Diavolo’s expensive leather shoes clicking on the marble floor, he looked at the cherry haired demon with slightly widened eyes.
Diavolo looked at his friend and asked once again “Don’t you remember, Lucifer? How you loved them?” Lucifer then shook his head from side to side and heard the Young Master scoff under his breath while rolling his eyes lightly. He looked into Lucifer’s ruby eyes and fumed at him “I know the full story of what happened. But, what I don’t appreciate is you threatening to punish them.”
Before Lucifer can clarify anything to Diavolo, he added “You and I both know what you do whenever you punish anyone, and it seemed that you would go above and beyond with this case due to the grip you had on their wrist.”
“They asked for it with that behavior of theirs, Diavolo. You have to understand that.” The Avatar of Pride asserted to him. Diavolo widened his eyes and gripped on Lucifer’s shoulder, adding pressure with every word as he spoke back
“That’s Lord Diavolo to you. I’m fully aware of what happened, just like what I said. Do you need your ears checked?” Lucifer flinched slightly at the growing pain on his left shoulder and shook his head from left to right.
His gaze was darting all over the place and he clenched his fists together. The aura around Diavolo was like a thick miasma, making it’s home in his mind and overloading his senses slowly. He had almost never seen this side from the happy-go-lucky prince.
It had been centuries since Diavolo felt his anger had skyrocketed, and he was willing to take it out on one of the people who is responsible for this type of behavior being encouraged.
“It seems that you have forgotten your place here, Lucifer. You might be my right hand man, but I make the decisions and I am the one who gets to decide who gets punished fairly according to my own beliefs and the Devildom Law. Try not to forget that.” Diavolo whispered into Lucifer’s ear as he was finally retracting his hand from the black haired demon’s now injured shoulder.
“I will be monitoring every little thing that you do inside of this Academy to MC, Lucifer. Don’t you forget that from now on.”
Diavolo walked off into his office with large strides, his aura still leaving its residue in Lucifer’s mind and body. Lucifer touched his shoulder with the pads of his fingers and winced, this would undeniably turn into a nasty bruise. He took a closer look at his hand and saw that it was shaking slightly, his eyes widened at this and he tried to steady his erratic breathing.
Never in Lucifer’s life did he see first hand that kind of anger, not even on Satan. He hoped that it would be the last.
While the three avatars of sin tried to subdue their infuriated brother, The Avatar of Wrath, it was an incredibly futile attempt. No one had the ability to swallow down their anger and their wrath, try as you might but it will all eventually come crashing down. Anger is incredibly necessary, especially in these special situations.
Satan had twisted and turned his body from right to left, thrashing in Beel’s arms until he knocked the gluttony demon’s head with enough force for him to be freed. He then punched him right on his jaw, a red swelling already appearing on Beel’s face. Just as he was about to swing his sharp claws for another hit, Belphegor saw the pain on his twin’s face and let the anger brewing in his mind consume him. With that he turned into his very own demon form.
He charged at Satan, his tail pulling the blonde’s hair back and placing him in a chokehold. Satan scratched Belphegor’s face and arms with his green, needle sharp claws and Belphegor added even more pressure to the grip he had on his brother’s neck, disregarding his own pain.
He slapped his face and Belphegor tumbled to the ground, the left side of his face felt hot and red strings of blood had stained his porcelain white arms. The polished floor he landed on scratched his body and intensified the wounds. He looked up and saw Satan above him, looking down on him with his vertically slit eyes and the top half of his forearms covered in a mix of purple and red blood.
Before Satan could hurt the twins further, Leviathan stepped in and yanked the wrath demon’s tail, making him fall down with a large thud sound echoing.
Levi formed the brown, spilled tea and water to make chains, still connected to him through wisps of both elements and clasped them onto Satan’s wrists. Satan saw this and started to swing his wrists all over the place, projecting Levi up onto the air in every direction possible and hitting everything on the walls, effectively making dents and ruining multiple paintings, ornaments, chandeliers and everything under the sun that was kept in the House of Lamentation.
“This is what you deserve, this is just the consequences of your actions my dear brothers. How dare you treat someone who has died for us like thrown out garbage. If they ever decide to forgive you after all that you or even I have put them through, just remember that you don’t even deserve a sliver of it.”
A large, mocking grin had adorned itself onto Satan’s face and not a few beats later, he started to cackle while still throwing Levi all over the place. Even when the door slammed open, his loud laughter still echoed in the halls of the House of Lamentation. It came to a screeching halt when he found himself thrown backwards and tied in what he deduced was golden rope that was soaked in holy water. It digged itself into his skin and burned him, leaving its marks onto his already bloodied skin.
He looked up and saw Simeon with Mammon by his side, who was helping Beel and Belphie stand up. He unfurled his black, leather wings and started to fly back to his room with his whole body shaking and the twins on his back. He faltered for quite a bit till he eventually got the hang of it and flew back.
“How?” Satan roared at Simeon. The angel looked at him and replied back with a stern look on his face “Mammon took Amelia to Purgatory Hall, and explained what was happening.” Satan right eye twitched at this and before he could begin to scream, he saw Simeon flicker his hands and the next thing he knew, his voice was gone.
“Just for the time being, I don’t want you to lose your voice by screaming profanities.” Simeon advised. He looked all around the room and saw broken furniture, the sharp and broken pieces of glass spreading all around the floor, dots of orange blood making an appearance here and there, the dining table flipped over. The grisly scene burned itself in Simeon’s mind and he was sure he would never forget this scene. A sign of the power the Avatar of Wrath can use whenever he wants to do so.
‘I’m sure he didn’t even use all of his power.’
Simeon shivered slightly and looked to the demon who’s breathing was now going back to its normal pace as he informed him “MC’s going to be staying at Purgatory Hall, permanently.” Satan’s eyes widened and Simeon can slowly feel the anger build up once again when he saw Satan’s eyes glow a dull green once again.
“But,” He continued “You are free to visit at any time you want, these are the orders Lord Diavolo told me.” Satan paused for a few seconds and nodded his head. He smiled at this and made two symbols with his large, gloved hands. Satan felt his voice return and said his name as a test. He coughed and he leaned onto the wall, resting his head on it while ignoring the growing pain from the restraints.
He sighed and closed his eyes, asking to the angel “Can I be let out of this rope? I bet I’ve got burn marks and rope burn at this point.” Simeon nodded once again and knelt down to untie him from his restraints. Satan sighed of relief as the burning finally eased up by a small margin, but it eased up either way.
Once all the holy rope had been stripped off of Satan’s body, he stood up and wobbled at first. He gripped on Simeon’s arm for support and eventually straightened himself out to the point that he was able to get up and walk back his room. When asked about the mess his wrath created, he simply shrugged and replied back with a small smirk on his handsome face “I’m just giving Lucifer a little surprise when he comes back home.”
“MC! There you are!” Luke exclaimed as he ran up to you and embraced your legs. You felt a smile creep up onto your face and you hugged the young angel with equally as much force, twirling him slightly at the end. You looked up and saw Solomon walking up to you and Barbatos.
You two exchanged smiles at each other and Solomon sat next to Barbatos as he asked out “How’s my new roommate doing?” You looked at him with your head slightly tilted to the right and scratched your head as you replied back “New roommate?”
Both Solomon and Barbatos looked at you with curious glint in their beautiful eyes but Barbatos already beat Solomon to the punch “Did the Young Master not tell you?” You shook your head as a ‘no’ and you hear Luke explain to you
“You’re gonna be transferred to Purgatory Hall! And that means we’re always gonna be baking together and you’re finally gonna be away from those horrible demons!” You feel yourself smile at this and small tears already forming in your eyes.
You quickly wipe them away using a small, green handkerchief Barbatos embroidered for you. Luke’s statement had felt like a breath of fresh air coming in your polluted lungs. No more gossiping around the walls, no more mockery, no more embarrassment coming from the demons who you thought loved you, no more. This was finally the light at the end of a dark and endless tunnel people were talking about.
The others with you saw this and immediately asked you why you were crying and asked if you wanted to remain in the House of Lamentation. You frantically shook your head from side to side and stated with a big smile that looked like it reached the edges of your ears “I’m just so happy, please don’t worry.”
Everyone visibly relaxed and Luke hugged you once again while Barbatos lightly dabbed the handkerchief on the corners of your eye that still had a remaining amount of water on them.
“I’m sure we still have some time before you three go home, so why don’t we bake something for the Young Master? He’s been feeling rather tense due to certain.. demons getting on his nerves.” Barbatos mentions to all of you while putting on his pristine, white apron. You all made agreeing noises and started to place different colored aprons on top of the clothes you’re wearing.
“Also, Solomon, you’re automatically on mixing duty only.“ Barbatos eyed Solomon from the corner of his eye while measuring how much brown sugar they needed.
“Please don’t secretly add cardamom or mini devil cherries again!” Luke pleaded to Solomon from the floor as he was trying to find the measuring spoons. Solomon laughed “Can’t make any promises there.” The sound of groans after he said that dominated the room along with the rolling of different eyes and quiet laughter.
After about an hour of both baking and waiting for the baked goods to cool down, Solomon touched the smooth surface of one matcha macaron and smiled at the temperature. He called the others over and you all started to plate everything, occasionally taking bites of a cut peach or two but with Barbatos’s disapproving but amused gaze staring.
Barbatos and Luke brought both the tea set and a tray of tarts and fruit to Diavolo’s office, while you and Solomon were carrying a crimson, three tiered cake stand filled with macarons and even more fruit with both hands. Once set down, you five had tea together and the occasion was filled with sweet laughter and fake pettiness which was all in good fun.
“Waah, I’m so full! Barbatos always makes the tastiest treats!” Luke chimed while he was stretching his body upwards, hearing the satisfying cracks of air coming from his body. You and Solomon giggled to each other as you two watched Luke who was in front of both of you, acting as a protector of sorts. ‘I’ll protect you from all those disgusting and revolting demons MC!’ Your mind provided you with him saying those exact words.
Your heart squeezed when you remembered at certain greed demon’s words sounding just like Luke’s promise. ‘Yer with me, MC! Nothing’s ever gonna harm ya when you have me, the Great Mammon and your first man protectin’ ya!’
You quietly shook your head at his lies and started to stare off into space as you thought
‘Diavolo intimidating Lucifer isn’t enough.. I need something that will get all of them, minus Satan, in serious trouble with him.’
You pondered over this thought as you walked with Solomon and Luke back to Purgatory Hall. Your eyes widened as you realized
‘If I’m going to accuse them of something, then I’ll need proof. And loads of it.. look’s like I’ll be needing Satan’s help once again.’
afterthoughts : i apologize if there are any spelling or grammar errors :<< , but on the good news i recently got a hair cut and i’m really liking it !! :DD
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Hello do you take requests? 🥺
If you do may you plz do where the Obey Me brothers react to their s/o having a sensitive neck? Like if someone kisses it or something they blush and shiver, and make a small whimper? Their neck is also their sensitive spot and they blush heavily when someone's close to their neck. It's ok if no tho. 😊
❱ Hi, baby! sorry if this took me soooooo long to answere but if you didn´t know, I was moving from my home country so I had to do a lot of stuff and I was busy a.f :c anyways... hope you like it and ofc my requests are open 🐢
└➤ 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: Obey me! brothers x gn! reader
└➤𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 0.5k
└➤⚠️𝖙𝖜: this is pretty much fluff and slight NSFW. Biting, licking, hickeys.
𝕃𝕦𝕔𝕚𝕗𝕖𝕣: he´ll make sure to leave one or two hickeys every time you make out. He wants everyone to know who you belong to.
One kiss here, one kiss there, he likes when you get all flustered and try to hide your neck from him. It´s cute, but he also understands that you may feel uncomfortable when he goes further, so Lucifer will stop when he thinks you have reached your limit.
His favorite moment is when he´s working, and you sit on his lap, your face hidden in his neck because he gets to kiss the back of yours.
𝕄𝕒𝕞𝕞𝕠𝕟: he´ll tease you every time he gets the chance to. He likes to make fun of you because we all know he got this cocky attitude.
He´ll brush his fingers against your neck purposely to see how you shiver at his touch, he´ll whisper close to your neck so you can feel his hot breath on your skin.
Just when he feels like it enough, Mammon would stop, but you have to be real mad for that to happen, tho. He likes to cuddle with you and bury his face on your neck.
𝕃𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟: I feel like you wouldn´t have to worry about him because he would understand that you have a sensitive neck. Although, if he´s being needy, Levi wouldn´t doubt and kiss your neck.
He understands and respects that, but sometimes he would feel neglected because you don´t let him touch that part of your body. Levi would wait until you are focused on something, and suddenly he would kiss your neck, leaving you all flustered.
𝕊𝕒𝕥𝕒𝕟: you wouldn´t really have to worry him. You tell him once, and he would get it.
He is the type to do things "accidentally" to touch your neck, like putting your hair behind your ear, tying your neckless, or whispering things close to this part.
Satan likes to have his own things, so for sure, he is a lover of hickeys.
𝔸𝕤𝕞𝕠𝕕𝕖𝕦𝕤: you are fucked up. He can´t keep his hands to himself.
Asmo likes to brush his fingers against your neck, with the right amount of pressure so he can see the exact moment when your face becomes bright red. He would find any excuse to kiss you, lick and bite your neck, and to be honest, you wouldn´t even complain because he does it with such care, you would forget that that is your sensitive spot.
𝔹𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕫𝕖𝕓𝕦𝕓: just like Satan or Levi, you wouldn´t have to worry him.
He is attentive and careful, he would buy scarfs for you to wear, so the cold breeze doesn´t make you uncomfortable, and he would ask first before kissing you on the neck.
Beel is not hot-headed, but when he is hungry, he wouldn´t hesitate to use your neck as a snack.
𝔹𝕖𝕝𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕘𝕠𝕣: you are more fucked up with him than with Asmo. Belphie loves to bury his face in your neck and take long, good naps with his hot breath hitting your skin. He can´t help it.
He likes to hug you by the neck and to give you little kisses there. He is truly a sucker for slow make-outs where he has you a whimpering mess under him because he is sucking and biting your neck for his life.
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kinda got inspired here... happy birthday to anger issues!!!
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can you do headcanons for when MC falls asleep on the brothers laps during a meeting because they were up all night studying
This is so adorable!!
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MC Falling Asleep in the Brother's Laps During a Meeting
💙 Lucifer -
He doesn't really pay attention at first because he is focused on what Diavolo has to say and how much work this will be for him.
He then feels a weight in his lap and looks down and smiles.
The smile quickly goes away, but he is definitely massaging their scalp while he takes notes.
He always have to stay after meeting anyway to do paperwork, so he let's MC rest until everyone is gone. He feels incredibly special that he is the only one who gets to see their sleepy face when they wake up.
"Little Lamb, it's time to get up."
💛 Mammon -
MC would grab his arm and snuggle into him. He would internally freak out, but keep a cool facade on the outside.
"So your just gonna use me as a pillow now?"
He isn't listening to the meeting anymore. He is instead moving hair out of their face or gently brushing his fingertips across their skin.
If anyone makes a noise he will shush them! MC's sleep is more important.
He doesn't wake up MC. Instead he tried to carry them, but he starts shouting at someone about halfway through the walk home and they wake up.
🧡 Leviathan -
MC would lay their head on his lap and he would probably freeze with bright red cheeks.
MC would still plop down and fall asleep in his lap. He would be completely still with a bright red face.
Would gently touch their hair, but not too much because he doesn't want to wake them up.
At the end of the meeting, he regretfully shakes them awake and talks to them.
"You can't just do that in a meeting MC... but if you want to do it in my room when we are alone that's fine..."
💚 Satan -
MC would try to sneak into Satan's laugh which would make him chuckle and he would just let them.
"You're acting like a cat. Needing my lap for a good nap. Do you need headrubs too?"
He has a mischievous smirk, but MC nods and he complies with out hesitation.
He cards his fingers through their hair until it is time to go.
Then he wakes them up with sweet words and promises of a better nap on the library couch.
💖 Asmodeus -
MC was about to lay on the table, but Asmo pulled their head onto his lap so they could be more comfortable.
He is going to whisper sweet compliments in their ear, brush their hair, and even do a little styling. (Long haired MC? Braids! Shor hair MC? He has extra hair clips! Bald MC? He has some lotion he would love to apply for them.)
If he get REALLY bored he might even give them a face, neck, and shoulder massage.
He finally wakes them up whenever he finishes whatever he is doing. No matter if the meeting is still going or not.
"MC. Wakey, Wakey. I want you to see what I did. Also do your shoulders feel looser? They felt tense so I gave you a little massage."
❤ Beelzebub -
Beel watches as MC crawls in his lap, curls into a ball and falls asleep. Belphie has done this before so he is pretty unfazed by it.
"Good night, MC. I will wake you up when the meetings over."
MC better expect crumbs in their hair or on their lap... this boy has to fill his appetite... He really tries to eat less when MC might get dirty, but he can't always help it.
He wants to wake up MC after the meeting... but they look so cute! So he carries them home.
When they do wake up, he hands them one of the sandwiches that he was eating during the meeting and saved for them.
💜 Belphegor -
Is already asleep with his head on the desk. When MC leans on his back.
He peaks up at them before snuggling down and going back to sleep.
They both just nap until one of them wakes up eventually.
"MC, everyone left. Let's go home and sleep in your bed. That will be more comfy than this hard table."
He now tries to convince MC to nap through every meeting, which they always resist (he usually wins though).
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To Calm a Storm
This is the fourth part of my “when he knew he loved you” series.
Lucifer | Mammon | Levi | Satan | Asmo | Beel | Belphie
Pairing: Satan x GN!MC
Satan resists a growl as he paces in a small, tight circle in the corner of the RAD library. His fingernails, which are on the verge of becoming claws, are biting into his palms. He hopes he’s not bleeding. He’s planning on meeting you, as he often does between classes, and that would be embarrassing.
Fuck, he thinks, as he wrenches his hands apart to see angry, red crescents on his palms. But no blood, that’s good. Either way, he can’t let you see him in this state. The very idea is enough to make him feel sick. Satan sinks into a chair at your regular table in the corner and takes a deep, deep, breath, trying to steady his nerves. Trying to forget the argument he’d just had with the professor of Pactology.
You’d once mentioned that slowly counting to ten was a human method of controlling one’s anger.
So, he gives it a try, and he can almost feel it working. Then he hears your voice as you say goodbye to some of your friends outside the library’s entrance. His eyes snap open and he puts on a pleasant smile just as you appear from behind one of the tall shelves. As you approach him, your own bright smile falters.
“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” you ask, giving him a once over. Satan’s eyes widen briefly and he closes his hands.
“What? I’m fine,” he says slowly, carefully. To avoid it coming out from gritted teeth.
Your eyes search his face as you drag a chair over to sit next to him. After a quick inspection, you determine that something is wrong. “No, really, what happened?” you ask, placing your hand on his shoulder.
His eyebrows bunch up, “you can tell I’m upset?”
You nod, “you’re a good actor, Satan, but I can tell when something’s bothering you.”
Since the metaphorical cat is out of the bag, he sighs and starts to tell you about the argument he’d just had with his idiot professor. How she’d been giving the class the wrong information.
And when he raised his hand to correct her, she had to gall to scold and belittle him, as if there were no possible way a student could know more than her. Then ended her barrage against him by calling him the wrong name.
“She called you Lucifer?!” you screech, mortified. This earns you a glare from one of the librarians. You shrink into your seat until they pass by. Once the coast is clear, you ask again, in a more appropriate tone, “she called you Lucifer?”
“Yes.” he grits out, knuckles turning white as he grips the armrests. They’re probably moments away from being ripped off the chair.
“I’m sorry, Satan.” You rub at his arm in an attempt to sooth him. The two of you sit quietly for a few minutes. Your hand moves to his back, rubbing gentle circles between his shoulder blades. His eyes are closed and he subconsciously leans back against your hand.
You can feel the tension leaving him with every circle you make.
“I apologize.” he mutters, under his breath.
“For what?” you ask, hand temporarily stilling. He opens his eyes to look into yours.
“That you found me in such a bad mood. I was trying very hard to get myself under control.” he whispers. You smile softly and continue to massage his back.
“Satan, you’re allowed to get upset, ya know? That’s part of being... alive.” (You were about to say human, but that isn’t exactly applicable is it?)
“No," you interrupt, “she was being unfair. She didn’t hear you out and she was being horrendously disrespectful. You had every right to be angry. As long as you don’t act on it, it’s okay.”
“Do you really feel that way?” he questions, with a head tilt.
“Of course I do. You didn’t destroy the classroom or threaten to disembowel her or something. You’re just irritated. Ya know, I’m surprised she started a fight with you anyway—”
“Because I’m Wrath?” he guesses, hurt written on his face.
“Because you’re very smart. And you’re the only one who gives half a fuck in that class.”
He blinks in surprise, then groans softly, “everyone thinks I’m just a copy of him. It makes me so…”
“I know, I know,” you whisper, moving to sit on the arm of his chair. He looks up at you. “You’re not a copy of anyone. You’re Satan. You’re the most intelligent, most well-read, kind, witty, handsome—” you slam your free hand over your mouth.
He smiles again, it’s genuine this time. You look away, face turning red.
“Um, I’m gonna go find a book on ancient pactology and we’ll show that old hag!” you say, standing abruptly before wandering off in the completely wrong direction. Satan laughs softly, then touches the back of his shoulder where your hand had just been.
He watches you stumble over your feet, then realize you’re going the wrong way. As you turn towards the correct section, you nearly walk into a bookcase. He chuckles again. His anger dissipated.
Something else flutters in his chest, he puts his hand over his heart. It’s not anger, or fury, or rage. It’s something much… softer. Lighter. Unfamiliar.
Once you return with a book, several hundred years older than you, you carefully set it down before opening it to the back. And as you run your finger down its index, Satan only looks at you.
If the books he reads are accurate, this feeling could only mean one thing. His eyes scan your face.
“Here we go,” you say, pulling the book towards him. Then you start to read a passage which probably proves his point, but the words aren’t quite registering. “See, you were right!” you exclaim, pointing to the words.
“Uh,” he glances down to read the details of how pacts were formed in the days long before your birth. “Of course.”
“Didn’t doubt you for a second,” you smile before looking up at the clock behind you. “Uh oh, my next class is in four minutes! I’ll see you later.” you say as you get up. You pat his head softly before exiting the library.
And suddenly his cheeks are on fire.
(He totally doesn’t sit there for the next fifteen minutes, imagining your hand on his back. And he certainly wasn’t late to class for the first time because of it. No sir.)
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Date bled or demon bros react to mc likes to nap and cuddle throughout the day
I’ll do the brothers! :D
…MC get off of him. He’s in a meeting.
Aaaaaaaaand they’re napping. Wonderful.
At first, Lucifer is annoyed that he’s got another Belphie on his hands, especially during the time when Belphie’s locked in the attic. How dare MC remind him of the brother that he’s holding under house arrest >:c
But once the relationship grows, Lucifer submits to the snuggles. Luci quickly realizes that he’s very not used to cuddling.
As long as MC isn’t napping through their classes, they’re good. Nap whenever you want, MC, just make sure your homework is done.
MC should expect the cuddling to be one sided in public, but behind closed doors? Hoo boy, the man’s attached to MC like a koala to a tree.
MC may have also accidentally fixed his sleep schedule… it’s just… why does he feel sleepy when he sees them nap? *yawn*
He’s just going to rest his eyes for a second, the paperwork can wait.
G-gah! Stupid human! What do they think they’re doin’ cuddling up to him like that!? They do know he’s a demon right?
For the first little while, Mammon tsuderes it up, but he gets so easily flustered whenever MC leans on him that it renders everything he says pretty much meaningless.
The first time MC ever fell asleep on him it was absolutely magical. He slowly patted their head and refused to move until the next day. Sure, his back hurt and he didn’t get any sleep, but MC was just so cute dammit!
Deeper into the relationship, Mammon is the happiest demon alive because he doesn’t need to ask for snuggles! He just plops himself down next to MC and his human just cuddles up next to him!
His absolute favourite thing is when MC falls asleep on his lap. They did it in public once and Mammon took this opportunity to flex. Yeah, he has a cute human that likes to cuddle him, do you?!
Mammon’s only wish is that MC would be more awake when he’s explaining his totally legit business ideas, they always seem to fall asleep once he gets goin’
SISJDJSJSJDJDJSJJAJAKALSKA- PHYSICAL CONTACT?!?!?! WITH HIM?! it’s more likely than you’d think.
First part of the relationship when Levi had just made a pact with MC, he was kind of confused. He had tried to murk this normie just a couple of days ago and now they’re cuddling up next to him? What’s that abou-
Levi.exe has stopped working.
Yeah, Levi blue screening happens a LOT. It takes literal months for MC and Levi to snuggle properly on a regular basis.
As totally Kawaii MC is when they nap on him, they just need to see how this fight scene is animated! MC! MC! Look! Homura and Mami are- WAKE UP AND LOOK AT THIS!
Cuddling in public causes Levi to die a flustered death. Fs in the chat everyone, had a good life, he did.
Though, it makes him feel so much more comfortable whenever MC just holds his hand out in public and doesn’t make a big deal about it. It makes him feel safe ^.^
At first, Satan was taking notes on how this human got so comfortable so quickly that they just started cuddling people and napping everywhere. Hm, humans appear to be quite adaptable… interesting.
They also seem to lack any sense of danger. Well, at least this one does.
Later down the line though, when MC first crawled into Satan’s lap to nap, it rivalled the first time a cat chose him. This was wild.
Snuggles… while reading stories… yes please…
Okay, that part sounded better than it ended up being. MC fell asleep while cuddling and ended up right on Satan’s arm, then in their sleep, MC basically locked Satan’s entire right side into a vice grip and couldn’t be pried off. Basically, Satan had to reread the same page of his book over and over and over again because he didn’t want to wake up MC.
Well, call it a learning experience, and Satan loves to learn, so next time, he was prepared for MC’s death cuddles.
Apparently he wasn’t prepared enough because the exact same thing happened again… multiple times more.
MC is literally a walking relaxant, Satan is significantly less filled with burning rage when they’re around. Notice I said less filled, he will still cut a bitch.
Oh~ how bold! MC just plopped themselves down next to him and cuddled up close to him!
At first, Asmo was amused by all the cuddling MC was doing and made quite a few less than wholesome jokes about it. The Avatar of Lust has a dirty mind! Shocker!
But hark! (The herald angels siiiiing-) Asmo actually… likes platonic snuggles?!?! What is this sorcery?!
If MC and Asmo don’t enter a romantic relationship, my man still needs his cuddle quota met, ASAP.
If they do end up dating, hoo boy, MC and Asmo sure do a lot of snuggling, and “snuggling”.
But overall, Asmo loves being held and cuddled, and sleep is good for one’s skin!
Congratulations MC, they have made Beel more sad about his twin being gone just by existing :D
Once the custard incident happens and MC and Beel grow closer, oh man, oh man oh man, is he in desperate need of cuddles.
If MC ever falls asleep anywhere and needs to get from point A to point B, fret not, Beel is prepared. He will gently pick them up and they will awaken at point B. How nice!
Once Belphie gets his ass out of the attic, MC has competition.
Not really, Beel has enough love to go around. Both his sleepy beans can get carried around and cuddled with. Beel is big and strong for a reason.
Since MC has a vice grip while they cuddle, Beel kind of walks around with them clinging to his arm like a sloth to a tree. Belphie also picks up on this behaviour and starts doing it too.
Someone (*cough* Levi and Mammon *cough*) took a picture and posted it on Devilgram and now it’s kind of a meme template.
Gasp! Whomst- whomst is this human who comes before him and cuddles up close to him? This must be his soulmate! His other half! His destined partner!
…his destined partner was drooling all over his cardigan.
Ah well, two can play that game motherfucker. *SNORE*
Anyway, Belphie and MC? I would say power couple but in reality, the two just do a lot of snuggling and sleeping, it’s like they’re attached at the hip.
The two are always touching in some way, Belphie resting his head on MC’s shoulder, MC attaching themselves to Belphie’s torso like a koala, the two of them trading spit with each other… you get the idea.
It gets weird when the two start legitimately visiting each other in dreams, it gets so frequent it basically becomes a date night thing to just sleep and do weird shit in dreamland.
“Hey MC do you wanna hang out?” “Sorry, can’t, it’s date night. *SNORE*” “Yeah, shoo. *S N O R E*”
On their most recent date, MC and Belphie fought a dragon and then ate a giant cake.
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Satan: ARE YOU-
Satan: -KIDDING ME?! YOU
Asmo: and why is this happening
Mc: satan was banned from swearing by lucifer so I offered to help out.
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Big spoons and Little spoons in bed
Pairing: brothers x gn! Mc
Warnings: none, just some fluff to compensate the next Angst :)
Both. Yes, he's both. Though his personality may seem like he is 200% the big spoon, but this man is like a big ol' Doberman. At night either you are being crushed by him or he's purposefully not spooning you so that you'll spoon him. If you think he not spooning you might end up you two sleeping side by side, think again... because if you don't spoon him, he will just get up and start working until you forcefully drag him to bed and start spooning him and then finally you two will get some sleep. In short, behind the closed doors Luci is the baby,big baby,but only for you :3.
Little spoon mainly, "of course ya wanna hug the great Mammon!" (Read it as, "please hug me I'm so nervous that I could accidentally crush your little body with my powerful hug!"). He Loves it when you pull him to your chest while you run your hands through his hair and talk about your day, he just feels loved, his chest feels like it'll burst out with overwhelming emotions, hold him, hold him a little more tighter and never ever let go of him Mc :)
Legitimate little spoon. He used to sleep alone before with his figurines but after you two started sleeping together He has become the type of guy who can't fall asleep if he's not being hugged. He feels like crying when you spoon him on your own, he feels like he has gotten the world. He's precious, take care of him Mc :)
You two sleep facing each other, your limbs entangled with the other. But if you ask, then Satan prefers being the big spoon. At night when you roll over to the other side, within a few seconds two hands will sneak around your waist from behind. Satan is attentive even when he sleeps, when you accepted his love you became his world and after all he and you have been through he wants to protect his world out of all cost. Your kitty boyfriend loves you a lot Mc :)
Another one who is both. As much as he loves to spoon you, on his insecure nights he loves nothing more than you spooning him and telling him how much he means to you. On the other side,he spoons you all the time to let you know how much he loves you and how beautiful your soul is. Asmo loves you to death, please keep his fragile heart safe in yours Mc :)
Big spoon! And maybe 20% little spoon. He's cannonically the teddy bear, so when you two sleep he'll spoon you like your giant teddy bear and sometimes you also spoon him ,trying squish his muscles (he's a squishy guy, so much muscle hhhh). And your squishy guy is in love with how small his hooman his, so he loves to spoon his little hooman while they keep squishing his muscles and talk about how spicy the Devildom hot chips were today.
Mostly little spoon but actually he's both. Look do whatever you want, he wants your warmth when he sleeps, so either you spoon him or he will spoon you. It's generally you spooning him because if he starts then you know you won't be able to get rid of his death grip for next 18 hours so better you become the big spoon. But well it doesn't matter though because when you wake up you will always find him sleeping on your chest or back while arms hugging your waist :') goodluck Mc we will see you tomorrow at lunch.
Tag: @mammonprotectionsquad @yukihaie @candymeowz @alexaizawa @sparkbeast20 @nishayuro @sucker-for-angst-and-fluff @amyfrysk
Thank you so much for reading stay healthy and safe love love 💜
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OM!Brothers When They See You Crying:
Lucifer, Mammon and Satan
Tw: Self-deprecating thoughts
Hurt/Comfort... turned to angst.
You were worthless.
Is what you thought, as you wondered why you couldn't bring yourself up to actually go and do your works and responsibilities around the house, instead choosing to just lay in bed, scrolling mindlessly through the same three apps for the fourth time that day, and being utterly useless.
Others' nagging, whether it is to accompany them to another place or to finish your bloody chores, only served to stress you out even more, and your motivation's level's at an all-time-low...
Perhaps you needed some rest?
You caught sight of the never-ending pile of work on the nearby table, and remembered your unfinished chores all around the house, each and every one of them screaming at you otherwise. How can you 'get some rest' when there's so many things to do?!
Why can't you bring yourself up and be productive, for once?
Why can't you stop being so useless...?
As you buried your face in your pillow, tears stinging in your eyes, your lover had forgotten to knock on your unlocked door, catching you in your current state.
You've told Lucifer multiple times to at least knock before he comes in, but old habits die hard, so it was an accident really... And it wasn't like he stopped by your room for no reason. It was one of those date nights where he's able to push aside his work, and he wanted to remind you of it since he knew you can be forgetful at times.
You quickly sat up at the click of the door handle turning, hurriedly wiping away your tears and sneaking a glance through your fingers to see your lover, his face, which was one of joy to see you, rapidly morphing to shock, then concerned.
"...Mc?" he called, softly.
"Lu- Lucifer... I thought you were busy with work...? What are you doing here?" You asked, a poor attempt of a smile playing on your lips.
Lucifer stayed silent for a while, observing your shaky form before replying.
"You're crying." He closed the door behind him, nearing you. You stayed silent, eyes averted, blinking rapidly as you willed your tears to please stop forming in your eyes. You didn't want him to see you like this. Being weak...
Over something that you can easily change if you just get yourself to move.
"I'm... I'll be fine..." you said, not quite lying. "Just felt a bit sad, is all."
He hummed in response, sitting next to you and pulling you into his chest. You were startled, but you didn't stop him.
"I'm here for you, you know? You don't have to hide away from me..." he whispered, patting your head.
You eyed your shoes, still holding back your tears from flowing.
"But... But I don't want you to see me like this..." you muttered, feeling his head being placed on top of yours. "Weak and pathetic." Your voice was small, vulnerable.
"You're not pathetic, and..." He turned you around so you could place your ear to his chest, letting his heartbeat soothe you. "Everyone has their weak points at some time." He said it in a voice which made it obvious he has it too, and coming from the avatar of pride, and furthermore, your lover, made you feel understood.
"Really?" Sinking into his warm embrace, tears were falling down your cheeks, wetting his designer's shirt. But he didn't prevent you. "You think I'm not useless?"
"Never." His reply was instant, a hand rubbing soothing circles down your back as he cradled you in his arms. "You'll never be useless."
He continued to retribute any worries and insecurities you might've had, whispering sweet praises of love into your ears, and as the world seemed to disappear except for the two of you, your eyes closed themselves and he coddled you with all the love and affection you deserve.
"Yo, Mc! Ya in he-" Mammon's words got caught in his throat when he saw your curled up form. His raised hand, which was holding his beloved goldie, slowly limped to his side as your quiet sobs registered into his ears, failing to be silenced by the pillows you've buried your face in.
You haven't noticed him.
His eyes were wide, frozen in spot and- another loud sob wrecked your body and he snapped out of his stupor and rushed to your side.
"Mc, are ya alright?"
You violently shuddered at the sound of his voice, curling yourself up into a smaller ball when you realized his presence.
"I'm fine." Your voice was small, weak, vulnerable. And even he can't miss the blatant lie, choosing to reach out a hand and-
"Leave me alone," you whispered, not wanting to be alone, and you regretted it the very next second when footsteps were heard moving further away from you.
Until the soft click of the door being shut reached your ears and the footsteps returned back into your comfort zone, making you bury your face in the pillows even deeper.
A dip behind you, and a hesitant hand rested on your shoulder.
"You're not okay," Mammon said, his usual brashness disappearing into thin air. "I- Do ya wanna talk about it?"
You didn't answer, nor did you move away from his touch, instead leaning into it, and he took the cue and settled in behind you, hugging you close to his chest. His arms were wrapped around your middle, the Goldie he was holding left forgotten somewhere as his calm heartbeat soothed your nerves.
"I'm- I'm here, okay?"
He wasn't used to comforting others verbally, despite having to do so multiple times already in the long course of his life, but the way he hugs you closely, protectively is proof enough of the message he was trying to convey to you.
He's here for you.
And you let your sobs out as you clutched onto his arms like your life depended on it, your grip so tight it might leave bruises on his arm the next day. But he lets you. And you cried.
"I'm worthless, Mams," you said, tears freely streaming down, causing the wet patch to grow larger on your pillow. "I'm- I'm so so worthless..."
He nuzzled into your neck, pressing soft kisses.
"But I am."
Your insistence made him pull you impossibly closer.
"You're not worthless, babe."
He leaned up on one arm, brushing a stray of hair away from your face. In other situations, he'd die before being able to do so, but you need him right now, and he's right here, pressing a few kisses to your tear-stained cheeks and the corners of your eyes.
"You're my human, and only the best can be the Great Mammon's human-"
"But I didn't do anything useful for the entire week-"
Your legs were entangled in his, your bodies pressed so close together anyone passing by would've thought only one person was laying underneath the bedcovers.
"Which is perfectly fine," he muttered. "'cause even the most wonderful of humans need rest, yeah? You're doing amazing."
And as he continued whispering sweet praises to you, calming the raging storms in your heart, you let yourself succumb to sleep in his warm embrace.
Satan stopped in his tracks before he was even able to realize his mistake of not knocking on your door, your choked sobs and uneven breath easily caught by his sharp hearing. His line of sight settled on your trembling body, crying.
He took a sharp breath.
He wasn't used to seeing you cry, see anyone cry, really, and he wasn't sure what to do, but seeing you like this made his heart break, and all he wanted to do was destroy the thing that made you cry in the first place. But he couldn't let himself leave your side, plus, he didn't know what needs destroying in the first place.
He took a calming breath, allowing the unrelenting wrath to simmer down before carefully choosing his next course of actions.
A knock to your door and a concerned 'Mc?' caused you to freeze in your spot, before you decided to bury your face deeper into your pillow. You'd recognized that voice from anywhere, and honestly you'd smile just seeing him on an a usual day...
But today wasn't a usual day.
"What is it?" you asked, your voice slightly croaked and muffled by your pillow. You didn't face him, how could you? When you were crying furiously- is still crying, and you're sure your face is covered with tears and snot.
"I've... brought you the book I suggested," Satan said, his brain short-circuiting making that the first thing he said. He mentally kicked himself.
"Leave- leave it on my table." Your voice was barely above a whisper now, afraid of it cracking again. And as you sat there on the bed, cross-legged and hiding your face away from his view, Satan did as you asked.
"...Do you need anything else?"
You shook your head.
"You can leave, now," you mumbled, and you regretted it the very next second as you wondered why you couldn't ask him to stay as you so desperately wanted him to...
You're pathetic, aren't you?
"No, you're not." His voice caused your head to snap towards where Satan was standing, looking at you with all your vulnerability and your entire soul laid bare. You quickly averted your eyes, wiping away at your tears. Did you say that out loud?
"You're still here?" you asked, a poor attempt of a smile playing on your lips as you figured the wall was a better sight then Satan.
"You're not pathetic," he said, slowly taking a step closer. You didn't stop him... so he took another.
"You're amazing, love." Gently, slowly, he took your face in his hand, staring straight into your redden eyes which were still fixed on the side wall.
He kneeled in front of you, thumbing your cheeks.
"You're gorgeous, wonderful, strong and one of the kindest person I know. You're not pathetic."
You were shaking your head now, refusing to believe his words. 'cause you're not. You don't think you're all that.
"I don't know who you're talking about." Your voice was small, barely above a whisper, and you placed a hand on his wrist, wanting to push him away, but your heart wasn't willing you to. Tears were freely streaming down your cheeks yet you couldn't bother wiping them away. Too weak to do anything.
And he slowly wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to your forehead, leaning back to see your eyes finally meeting his, and... you couldn't hold back anymore. You let out a loud sob, burying your face in his chest as you clutched the front of his shirt, your entire body trembling.
"I'm not all that," you were shaking your head. "I'm useless, worthless. So stop saying I'm not..."
"You know I can't lie to you," Satan muttered, manoeuvring your bodies so you laid on the bed more comfortably, a hand soothingly rubbing circles on your back. "You're already perfect to me, and... I love you..."
He pressed a kiss to your forehead, holding you gently as if he was treating glass, because that's what you needed the most right now. And your heart knew that.
"...I don't deserve to be loved, I'm useless," you still protested, and he merely held you tighter.
"You're not useless, and you do deserve love... I'll tell you a million more times if I have to to make you believe that."
You quietened, your energy depleted and too tired to think of anything else, and as you both stayed like that, with his hand rubbing your back in slow comforting strokes, you fell into a deep slumber, enveloped in the warmth of his comfort and embrace.
Your eyes slowly fluttered open, the softness of your pillows and blankets surrounding your form, and as you stared up at the familiar ceiling, you realized... You were still in your own home.
And the notification voice of the 'Obey Me' game sounded from besides you.
And your comfort character never existed in the first place...
A/N: Specific, I know. Guess who has exams in like one month and she's yet to start studying anything? This girl! 👉😎👈 It looks like emoji man's covering it's ears.
Fyi, I'm also joining levi's zine and another personal collab with someone else! I'll still try to post at least once a week though. And idk how to continue my Lost in Forever series...
Anyways, as always, hoped you enjoyed these~ Stay healthy, candyz ✌️
Taglist: @yukihaie @ariavage @satanist-apparently @otome-scribbles
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If we're talking about pre-heat Obey Me, hear me out. Lucifer's pre-heats make him more clingy and sensitive. Like if you tell him no to cuddles, he'll sit on his bed with blankets around him glaring at you with tears in his eyes cause why don't you want to cuddle. He'd also follow you everywhere and, because of pride, say he's just keeping you safe. I also imagine Satan's a little sensitive too, but in the "if we don't cuddle right now, I'm gonna tackle you to the floor with full force."
headcanons 666000% accepted, thank you anon
Lucifer won't do anything more than link arms with you while he's following you around in public bc he's not into PDA, but expect to have him be your permanently attached arm candy for the entire duration of his pre-heat. Also being attached to you in such a way means that as soon as you enter a private area, he can immediately turn around and fully cuddle up to you. It's not at all a blow to his pride that he needs you so much. After all, he let you claim him -- getting cuddles in return is merely his due. Make sure you spend as much time as possible stealing away to cuddle and pet him and make him melt aaaaa.
So I have this other headcanon: Lucifer prefers to sleep in his true form; that's why his bed is so fuckin big in the game art, because it has to accommodate his wings (which are also definitely 20x bigger than will fit in in-game art that's meant to be shown on a phone screen lol).
So that scene you described with him sitting in bed. He's sitting there with blankets over his legs, wings and horns out. He's pulling the blanket up to his bare chest more for comfort than for warmth, tears in his eyes when you tell him you can't stay and cuddle. He knows it's not really a rejection, but he can't help that it feels like one, and his lips don't tremble but his wings do, wobbling and drooping down, a dejected wingtip touching the floor.
Before you can do more than blink and maybe tear up a little yourself because Sad Lucifer is illegal ok, he's up and fully dressed and (almost) fully composed, and linking his arm through yours. Arm candy acquired. Time to cuddle on the go.
Additional headcanon: since I said on a previous post that all the brothers use suppressors at various times to keep their heats from syncing up ... let's just be honest, constantly overworked and sleep-deprived Lucifer does not go off of his suppressors every time that he should, because he knows the pre-heat and heat effects hit him hard every time, because sometimes he's just too busy to take those couple of weeks for himself when there's so much to do, because he knows the work will pile up during his heat and leave him even busier afterward. The unavoidable thing is, skipping heats just makes them hit him even harder when he finally does go off the suppressors and let his cycle do its thing.
Eventually MC baps him on the head with some paperwork and makes him quit skipping cycles. He grumbles about it but decides the pampering makes it all worth it.
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How do demon brothers react to MC's pet rat that is named Barbatos?
Mc has a pet rat named Barbatos
Gender-neutral reader. Mc brings a new pet back to the house of lamentation. A rat named Barbatos.
Content warnings: None that I know of
Lucifer is oh so disapproving. He gives you his standard warning glare when you present your pet rat to him.
“Luci, this is Barbatos.” You grin holding the rat up to Lucifer.
“You shouldn't be so brazen as to make fun of a demon, Mc.”
He’d make you get rid of it, except he can see how attached you are to your pet. “You may keep it if-”
“I wasn’t asking permission, Lucifer.” You glare.
He just sighs “Keep it in your room Mc, we wouldn’t want Barbatos to see him and go on another cleaning spree to get rid of your pet.”
Despite his disapproval, Lucifer is secretly quite amused.
And when you have the audacity to introduce Barbatos to rat Barbatos he has to leave the room to hide his laughter at Barbatos’s horrified face.
When you introduce Mammon to your pet rat he cackles. “You-you named him Barbatos?!” He gasps between fits of laughter. “Man Mc, you’re more demonic than I thought.”
Mammon would love to put rat Barbatos in his hamster ball while Barbatos is in the house of lamentation. Or better yet, the next time he visits the castle so that Barbatos is distracted enough for Mammon to steal something valuable.
He would never actually do it though. He can see how much you care about your pet and doesn’t want to put him in any danger.
He will beg you to introduce your rat to Barbatos though. And when you do Mammon is nearly in tears from laughter at Barbatos's reaction.
Levi doesn’t even realize you have a pet rat until he hears you say you have to clean Barbatos’s cage. He stares at you in shock “M-mc, did you just?... Do you actually? How in the three realms did you get Barbatos in a cage?!?” What the hell kind of weird role play are you into? He doesn’t connect the dots until you come back into the hall with a hamster ball, place it in his hands and ask him to watch Barbatos until you finish cleaning his cage. Oh, Barbaros is your pet rat.
Levi actually feels a little bad for Demon Barbatos. He knows it’s just a joke but...Mc, you know how much he hates rats. It’s not that he doesn’t find it funny, it’s just that he hopes you won’t take the joke too far. And worries that Barbatos might ‘remove’ your pet if he finds it.
Despite his worries, Levi has to fight a smile when you happen to have rat Barbatos out of his cage when Diavolo and Barbatos visit. Demon Barbatos has backed himself into a corner as far away from you as possible and is looking at you in absolute horror as you coo at and hold your pet.
Satan Loves the irony. “Please tell me you did this on purpose.” Satan has an absolutely wicked side, and he isn’t afraid to indulge it every once in a while. In his mind, a few harmless little pranks involving Barbatos having to interact with you and rat Barbatos is an opportunity too good to miss.
Satan might be more of a cat fan, but he has no problem with rats. He’ll hold him without any hesitation and even builds him little obstacle courses and mazes.
He just so happens to have built rat Barbatos a maze on the living room coffee table on a day when he knew Diavolo and Barbatos would be visiting the house of lamentation. Barbatos walks in just as rat Barbatos is happily munching on the first of many treats in the maze. Barbatos nearly screams when he sees you and Satan laughing and encouraging a rat. Satan actually has to excuse himself for a few minutes in order to get control of his laughter.
“That's simply cruel, darling.” Asmo chides, although he has a wicked gleam in his eyes as he says so.
He isn’t exactly pleased that you have a pet rat… He isn’t afraid of rats, it’s just that he associates them with being unclean.
Asmo is openly amused that you’ve named your rat Barbatos. He wants to see Barbatos’s reaction to the rat so he invites Barbatos to your room just to see his reaction to your pet.
While he doesn’t want the rat in his room, Asmo is strangely enchanted by your pet running on the wheel in his cage or in a hamster ball in your room. Eventually, he gets over how gross rats are, or more like rat Barbatos becomes the exception to the rule. Asmo will use his powers to enchant your pet and teach him tricks. It's not unusual to find Asmo cooing at rat Barbatos while feeding him bits of carrot or other treats.
“Mc, don’t you know how much Barbatos hates rats? I don’t think it’s a good idea to name your new pet after him.”
“But he already responds to Barbatos. Don’t you, boy,” the rat squeaks in response to you. Beel shrugs.
Beel doesn't want Barbatos to think your pet is a wild rat and try to get rid of it. So he secretly warns Barbatos about the rat so he isn’t so shocked when he sees it.
Beel shares his healthier snacks with rat Barbatos. When giving him new food, Beel always checks with you to make sure it is safe to give to him.
Belphie actually likes your new pet. “Man Mc, you must be pretty brave to name a rat after Barbatos,” Belphie laughs when you introduce him to your new pet.
Despite finding the whole situation hilarious, Belphie warns you to keep your pet away from Barbatos. “It’s for his own safety,” he says, “If Barbatos finds a rat in the house of lamentation he’ll try to eradicate it. I don’t know if he’d wait long enough to find out it is a pet, not a wild rat.”
If Barbatos ever does meet his rat counterpart Belphie will revel in the chaos. But he doesn't want to risk you being sad if something happens to your pet, so he won't encourage such a situation to happen.
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The dark hallways of the House of Lamentation greeted Satan as he went out of his room, he looked outside from the large, curve shaped window and saw that it was still early in the morning. The three pronged candle holder illuminated him as he made his way to the common room.
Once he saw the two red loveseats, he knew that he was finally there and flicked on the light switch.
The blond set down his silver candle holder on the sweet cherry wood counter and made his way over to the table right smack dab in the center of all the couches and loveseats. The rosewood table contained magazine after magazine, filled with the latest and oldest gossip the Devildom had to offer.
Some of the covers held the faces of his wretched brothers, while the others had the faces of different Devildom aristocrats and influencers alike. One even had a picture of a small plant that was as black as Cerberus’ fur and had tips of purple on it, not that Satan cared of course. He was here for a different reason all together.
To its left had colorful candy wrappers and one small chip bag, to its right had a small black pen and a some pieces of grimm here and there sprinkled about. Right in the center of the table had a small, white vase decorated with swirls of a royal blue that had the finest red dahlias and purple petunias of varying lengths inside.
Satan saw this and reached into his pocket, rummaging for a few moments while looking around him. To his left and right, to his front and to his back. Yet, no one was there and the silence was still loud to his ears. His hand finally went out of his pocket, now holding a small pink crystal. He took the vase and placed the crystal inside of it, burying it slightly with the rest of the soil.
He placed it right back into the center, and gathered his things together. He left the common room and made his way into the kitchen, peeking inside from the door. Once he saw that no one was inside, he opened the door slowly with his eyebrows raised and his eyes widened by a fraction.
‘So I was correct, he didn’t come here after all.’ Satan thought inside his mind as he closed the door, the door making a quiet click sound to signify it being closed and locked. His mind provided pictures of him taking away Mammon’s wallet that still had a black card that was surprisingly still not maxed out by now because of the witches he had a deal with.
He then bought a disgusting amount of snacks with a hefty amount of grimm, ranging from several gigantic sized chip bags to multiple medium sized chocolate bars to even buying a whole box of Devil pops. It was quite a struggle moving all of these into the twins’ bedroom, but good thing he had the help of certain sorcerer who conveniently had 72 pacts with different demons of all ranks. Including the Demon Lord’s butler, who carried most of the boxes while Solomon distracted the twins.
Satan opened the high cupboard and grabbed two of the tea cups, setting them down lightly on the counter while closing the cabinet as gently as he could as to not alert the others of his presence. He rummaged into his pocket once again and grabbed two shining lapis lazuli gems, he then placed it onto the counter.
He grabbed the tea cups and with his fingers, he popped one of the gems that had been embellished onto it and replaced it with one of the gems of the same color. He did the same with the other tea cup and placed the two back into the cupboard.
He swept the two now popped off gems off the table and onto his hand, where they met the confines of his pocket. He then grabbed his candle holder and unlocked the door. He closed it with a soft click and made his way back to his room.
‘Now, let’s just wait and see.’
“MC! Come quick, we might be late!”
The sounds of your footsteps on the clean and waxed tile floors of the Purgatory Hall dorm were echoing the halls as you ran to the front door. You opened its golden doorknob and quickly went outside, shutting the door with your left hand as you panted and felt tiny droplets of sweat dripping from your forehead. You feel Simeon tilt your head towards him and he started to softly dab his white handkerchief on your face.
“We have to get going soon, our classes are going to start at any minute now.”
“Calm down Simeon, It’s way too early for us to be going to class.” Solomon replied as he started to walk in front of us with his arms crossed together. We all started to walk alongside him and made mindless chatter on the way there. As sweet laughter and comfortable moments of silence filled the air, Luke asked
“Why isn’t Amelia walking with us?”
Simeon was quick to reply “I heard she had already walked with another demon friend of hers without waiting for us.” Luke nodded to this and looked to his left to now see Solomon reading a rather large textbook in his hands while occasionally glancing to the sidewalk.
“What’re you reading?”
“Asking many questions today, aren’t you, chihuahua?” Solomon teased as he can already predict the outcome of his sentence. At an instant, Luke started to yell back at him as a reply.
“I am not a chihuahua! Don’t you know that I report directly to Archangel Michael?! Goodness, everyday you’re becoming more and more like those vile demons!”
“Well it does make sense, since Solomon does have 72 pacts after all.” You replied while taking a peek at what Solomon was reading at. However this attempt was in vain, the letters were still quite blurry to you and you squinted your eyes to try and read what it said better. Solomon noticed this and brought the red, leather bound book to your eyes.
“Just skimming for the quiz today, I heard even Satan had quite a difficult time answering it.” The white haired wizard said as you all finally made it to the black, gigantic gate of RAD. Different demons of social standing and sins were making their way to RAD, some running while some simply dragging their feet along the ground with dark circles under their eyes.
“That was today?! Oh my go- I mean,” You corrected yourself while seeing demons eye you in your peripheral vision “-Diavolo! Yes, Diavolo! I didn’t get to study for it last night..” You sighed as you could almost picture Lucifer inviting himself to your only safe haven to have more than a word with you about your recent grades.
Simeon chuckled at this and said “Not to worry, MC. I’m sure Solomon will lend you his book to study with.” Solomon nodded slightly at this and muttered back “It’s one of the last classes we have together. We have plenty of time, okay?”
You feel your eyes light up at this and nodded back to him as all of you finally enter the insides of RAD. You waved goodbye to the members of Purgatory Hall and went to Celestial Records and Contracts for your first class of the day. A fairly new class that was implemented by Diavolo when he thought of this exchange program, and one that you thankfully liked.
On your way to the spacious classroom, you feel someone’s feet glide onto the floor and angle it just right for you to topple over and feel the weight of your bag on your back. You look up and saw Mammon with a wide, toothy and smug grin on his tan face.
You burn your eyes onto his face and move your arms upwards but you felt something heavier be placed onto your back. Your now futile attempt to get up was now stopped by this unbearable weight pressed onto your poor back, it had felt like multiple boulders had been pressed onto it and you just couldn’t get up anymore.
Tiny tears had accumulated in the crevices of your eyes while you thought to yourself
‘What is this? Where the hell did he get whatever the fuck this is?’
Your thoughts were cut short when a loud, booming laughter reached your ears. It made you quite nauseous and made your head ache. But before the greed demon could mock you any further, a loud sound was heard and you see Mammon’s shoes and pants on your right side.
Not moments after, the weight was finally lifted off of your back. You sighed in relief and wobbled while getting up, an arm with green nail polish steadied your stance and he wrapped his arm around your shoulder for support. You looked up to the demon who saved you and grinned, it was, of course, Satan.
Your grin faltered however, seeing the growing levels of darkness and pure, unadulterated rage fill the surprisingly bustling hallway. You took a look around your surroundings, only for you to find demons of various sins and sizes walk around like it was nothing. Some were speaking to other demons while walking their way around Mammon, some were full on ignoring the scene all together.
You look down on Satan’s hands, that more or less looked like it was turning into sharp claws. A mixture of green and black seeping from his fingernails were making its way around his hands and arms, painting them into a dark green, almost black color.
You look towards Mammon, now with a dark circle on his right eye and his eyes were widened like pans. His already messy placed RAD jacket was half way from being taken off of his body, his hair was a poking on different awkward directions from the tumble he had.
For a few silents beats from the three of you, Mammon’s eyes had the fury of a thousand suns and his fists were balled up, undoubtedly making small fingernail marks on his palms.
He scrambled to get back up and he fixed his jacket to it’s previous state. But before he could even get an horrid insult out of his lips, his hair was caught by black gloved hands. You stood on your tip toes and a small smirk had finally plastered itself onto your face. A shrub of dark green hair with light, ocean green highlights were in your view.
A large, noticeable scowl had adorned his face and his eyes were watching Mammon’s every movement like a hawk watching its prey with slightly squinted eyes. His eyebrows were furrowed and his grip on Mammon’s hair seemed to tighten with every syllable coming from his sweet lips.
“You’re coming with me, Mammon. You’re making quite the ruckus first thing in the morning, tsk tsk.” Barbatos clicked his tongue and he locked eyes into yours right afterwards. His gaze had been significantly softened, the furrowing had lessened and his eyes held small spurts of adoration mixed in with a large portion of concern.
You went closer to them while your back was slightly hunched over and with all the remaining force in your body, slapped Mammon’s face as hard as you could. A loud, echoing slap noise alerted some demons to the scene while the Avatar of Greed’s face was sent to the left.
Mammon’s face felt hot on one side while he felt his head involuntarily twist, his already wide eyes somehow getting bigger with astonishment while some of his gold blood seeped from his lips.
Barbatos chuckled lowly at this and commented “Now, now MC. Leave the dirty work to me, you’ll be late to class if you keep this rate up.” You nodded at this and afterwards, he dragged Mammon who was now yelling profanities in every direction about you. You shook your head from side to side and looked behind you, only to find a now calmed version of Satan holding a small purple crystal in his hands.
He made his way to you, playing with the glimmering gem as he spoke “I’m sure your back is still aching, MC. Please, take it easy for the first few classes.” You nodded at this and grabbed your water bottle from your bag that was still on the floor.
The refreshing taste of spring water reached your dry mouth, you took big gulps of the bottle and almost choked in the end. Satan saw this and patted your back with a pressure that was as light as a feather. He then straightened your posture out as you joked to him “Didn’t expect any of that to happen first thing at RAD.”
He looked at you with apologetic eyes and offered to walk you to your class that you were most certainly a few minutes late for. You accepted it and you both briskly walked to the full classroom, seeing no professor yet through the glass panels of the door. You thanked Satan and opened the door, the loud chatter of the demons ringing in your ears.
You closed the door and took your seat right next to the window. As soon as the lesson started, you tried to keep up with the fast paced talkings and ramblings of the professor. But after all of that, it was just another useless attempt at taking notes as you were now daydreaming once again. Your mind was still focusing and trying to remember some parts of the lecture, to the rankings of the angels to the first recorded fallen angel named ‘Azazel’.
The incessant ringing of the bell and the screeching of the different chairs being pushed back pulled you out of your latest daydream. You looked onto your paper, still seeing major parts of it blank with white and black lines still covering the paper. The occasional yellow sticky note or light pink highlighter mark making an appearance.
‘I’m sure Simeon and Luke know all about this topic. I’ll just be asking them then.’ You thought as you packed away all of your things into your bag when you saw Simeon and Solomon waiting for you outside the room. You gathered all your things together and left the now deserted room, closing the door with an almost silent clicking sound.
When you finally took a good look at the trio, Luke’s eyes had a significant amount of water in them while he was shaking like a leaf blowing because of the strong winds it was facing. Solomon on the other hand had his arm and hand on Luke’s shoulder, whispering to the young, shaking angel that you were gonna be alright.
Simeon immediately rushed over to you with eyes that dripped and glinted with concern, he twirled you around while muttering to himself about remedies and spells that could aide in your recovery. You resisted the twirling with your feet staying grounded in place, your vision slightly spinning and blurry.
“I’m okay now, Barbatos saw the scene and took Mammon away.” You reassured as you hugged Luke tightly, hearing small sniffles and the occasional tear staining your RAD uniform.
You stroked the sniffling angel’s head while still making conversations about the recent incident you had with Mammon. Once Luke had finally settled down, the four of you set off to the lunch hall with Solomon and Simeon sneaking glances filled with worry at you.
As soon as the four of you saw the entrance, Solomon was pushed backwards as a demon with brown as chocolate hair and glimmering, golden eyes toppled over him. You and Simeon were quick to help Solomon stand up, while the sorcerer himself was looking towards the demon with his jaw clenched. While Luke on the other hand, was berating the demon loudly while rolling his eyes.
The ground was now covered with sprinkles of green and black looking tea leaves, all with varying lengths and sizes. Solomon dusted off the remaining leaves and took a larger piece off of his white as snow hair as his eyebrows knitted and his forehead had creases on them.
“I apologize, I wasn’t looking in the right direction.” The demon said as he quickly swept up all of leaves on the ground and returned them to his large, glass bottle. Solomon shook his head from side to side, a frown still tugging on the corners is his face.
“Clearly, be a bit more careful next time, yeah?” Simeon replied as the four of you started to walk towards the entrances of the large lunch hall slowly. The demon nodded at this and briskly walked away, rounding the corner as he disappeared from your view.
Before you can get a word in, Solomon already beat you to the punch. “Is everyone from Purgatory Hall getting pushed down? At this rate, we’re gonna be getting bruises!” Solomon muttered to himself as he pulled one of the large doors open, holding it with all his might to let the rest inside.
You snickered at his statement and said in reply “Let’s hope it’s just a one time thing.”
“Oh, it’ll definitely be a one time thing with what we’re doing.”
Satan tapped his right foot on the short, lush green grass with his arms crossed together. He looked around at his surroundings and once again at his watch, a movement that he had been repeating for three straight minutes. The sounds of people panting alerted him to look forward, only to see Simeon and Solomon with the lightest sheen of sweat covering their faces.
“That took longer than expected.” The blonde complained as he went closer to the duo. They both looked at him with squinted eyes until Simeon broke the silence
“Well I still had to clean up, it was Solomon’s turn to cook for us.” The angel replied while whispering the last parts. Once he said that, Satan started to nod in understanding and his eyes held pity towards the poor residents of Purgatory Hall who had to endure Solomon’s cooking.
“But that’s besides the point, have you got all the crystals?”
“Of course I do, I had to hurry since a certain moron had almost discovered one of them.”
The two chuckled at this lightly while Satan rolled his eyes. Simeon’s eyes hardened slightly and he spoke back in a low voice
“I’m worried about tomorrow, I’m sure all of the brothers are going to be livid.”
The air then turned heavy with uncertainty and a sort of worry, even if they had an angel and the literal Avatar of Wrath on their side.
A silence boomed between the three of them while they were all exchanging glances at each other, the tension was quite thick enough to be cut with a large, serrated knife.
Solomon sighed and muttered as a reply, although seemingly only to himself “We have to do this, we can’t just accuse them without proof.”
Satan clicked his tongue at this and spoke
“Tomorrow is the only moment where we can finally expose them directly to Diavolo, not only to ensure the safety of MC but also to never let this happen ever again.”
afterthoughts : this is a pretty long chapter !! i truly hope you enjoyed and pls don't mind the grammar/spelling mistakes :<<
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Hello! Could you plz do where the Obey Me brothers react to their mate (MC) having her first heat and them helping her? I want dom! Brothers plz. It's ok if no tho.
❱ Hi, baby! ooh, I´m actually really excited about this one, a great idea btw. I think it didn´t turn out as dominant as expected :( might re-do it again the future idk . Thank you for asking <3
└➤ 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: Obey me! brothers x gn! reader
└➤𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1.1k
└➤⚠️𝖙𝖜: oral sex (m), spit, praise, corruption kink, size kink, mentions of cum, cum eating, begging. All characters are 18+ here.
𝕃𝕦𝕔𝕚𝕗𝕖𝕣: This man definitely has a corruption kink. At first, he would be surprised that you want to give him head, but he also would be pleased.
⠀┊ ┊ ✫ "Can I show you?" you asked shyly. You were nervous and anxious because you didn´t know how he would react. Lucifer nodded, he was confused.
When you kneeled in front of him, he immediately understood. Lucifer opened his eyes, surprised, but something deep inside him aroused him as well. "I don´t know how to do this, but I want to try," you admitted. Your soft but shaky voice made him want to shove his dick down your throat. "Don´t worry, I´m here for you," he replied.
You´ve never seen his dick before. It was thick and veiny, you were scared, was it going to fit in your mouth? "Open wide, princess," he commanded. Lucifer grabbed your hair in between his fists, doing a ponytail with his hands. You did as he told you and slowly inserted his length on your mouth, a loud and manly moan escaped his mouth. "Be careful with your teeth," he said in between hard breaths and moans.
After some time, you moved your head by yourself, licking and kissing his hard rock cock. "Look at that pretty mouth," Lucifer was enjoying the whole experience. "Who thought a good girl like you could be so good at sucking dick?" ✫┊ ┊
𝕄𝕒𝕞𝕞𝕠𝕟: you don´t have to tell him twice when he has already taken off his pants.
┊ ┊ ✫You started with kitten licks on his dick head. Mammon´s dick was large, and it was getting kinda difficult to pay attention to his whole length.
"When you spit it gets easier, sweetheart," he told you. His chest was going violently up and down, he never thought you would be down for such things. You looked at him confused, and he giggled softly. "Trust me,"
And you did. You spat on his dick head, letting the saliva run all over his skin. "Now you can start licking again," he commanded, and you did. It was definitely easier than before. You started bobbing your head up and down, pleased as you heard him moan. ✫┊ ┊
𝕃𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟: he would blush immediately at your words, but your enthusiasm and eagerness drove him crazy.
┊ ┊ ✫ "Are you sure?" he asked. You started stroking lazy his dick as you watched him roll his eyes to the back of his head. "We don´t have to do something you feel uncomfortable with,"
"Levi, I want you to feel good," you answered. "Just tell me what to do, ok?" he nodded, and a gasp left his mouth when he felt your soft lips giving kisses all over his cock. You truly were inexperienced, little hands roaming thru his thighs and his chest while Levi tried to guide you.
"Just don´t bite because it´s painful," he spoke with a shaky voice. "and- fuck- keep doing that," he fisted your hair to prevent it from going in the way.
"Like this?" you asked and shove his dick down your throat, almost gagging. "Just like that," ✫┊ ┊
𝕊𝕒𝕥𝕒𝕟: he would try to talk to you the whole time but fail miserably when your lips touch his dick. At first, he would be shocked that you want to do it, but imagining you kneeled for him, was enough for his dick to be hard.
┊ ┊ ✫ "I´m going to grab your hair, ok?" he announced. Big but delicate hands fisted your hair. "Stroke it a few times, so I can get used to the feeling," he was nervous, and the concentration on your actions made it worse. Your tiny hands were wrapped around his length, going up and down, and when Satan couldn´t help but start moaning, you knew he was already getting used to it.
Without letting him know, your mouth got close to his dick and started giving chasté kisses all over the skin. "Ah, fuck!" he moaned at your sudden action. "so good," he praised. You didn´t know how vocal he could get, so you opened your mouth and slowly started sucking his cock. He really wanted to thrust in your mouth, but he knew it was your first time, and that´s why he was going softer than normal. ✫┊ ┊
𝔸𝕤𝕞𝕠𝕕𝕖𝕦𝕤: he´s willing to teach you everything on how to do a proper blowjob.
┊ ┊ ✫ "I´m doing this because I want you to look pretty, got it?" he asked you. Asmo was tying your hair on a ponytail, and after he was done he told you to kneel in front of him. "That´s a good girl," his dick was hard and very veiny, you could tell he wanted you to suck him dry. "Now open wide for me, pretty baby" you did as he told you.
His fine and large fingers were helping you move your head up and down his dick. "Nice and sloppy," he spoke in between the high-pitched moans that left his mouth. "Use as much saliva as you want, and- fuck!" your hand grabbed his ball sack to start stimulating it. "So good, please don´t stop!" he begged you. After some time, you started moving your hands, tongue, and mouth all by yourself, he only was fisting your hair to prevent him to thrust upwards and abusing your pretty little mouth. "You got it!" ✫┊ ┊
𝔹𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕫𝕖𝕓𝕦𝕓: unlike the others, he would do all the work and use your mouth for his own pleasure.
┊ ┊ ✫ "If you want me to stop, please say so, ok?" he cupped your face with both his hands, and you nodded. "I just want you to stay steady for me, can you?" you nodded again, and Beel grabbed your hair into his big and callous hands.
His dick was not only big but also thick, you were worried that it wouldn´t fit your mouth but, he was going to make it fit. "Now, be careful with your teeth, and if you feel like gagging, please stop me," without any other words, you opened your mouth and it didn´t last long until you felt Beel´s dick slapping your throat. It wasn´t as bad as you thought, he really was doing the whole work, moving your head and his hips in synchrony.
Saliva was running down your jaw, but it only made it easier for him to use your mouth. ✫┊ ┊
𝔹𝕖𝕝𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕘𝕠𝕣: he´s a needy bitch. He´s been asking you to suck his dick for so long that he almost cummed on his pants when you agreed.
┊ ┊ ✫ "You clearly don´t know what you are doing to me- fuck!" your inexperienced hands stroking his dick. "Keep doing that," your thumb rubbing his dick that already has precum was driving him crazy.
"Just lick it," he begged you. Belphie was very impatient, we wanted to stretch your throat and shoot all his cum inside your mouth, so when you finally did, he felt like he was living in the celestial realms again. His always lazy attitude was now replaced with an eager one.
Helping you bob your head up and down his dick, he quickly cummed so hard down your throat, that you didn´t have time to process what was going on. "Now swallow it." ✫┊ ┊
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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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Satan: Has anyone seen my shirt?
Satan: . . . You're wearing it.
Mc: So what are you gonna do? Take it off me right here in the living room?
Satan: *confidently walks towards Mc*
Belphie: *gets between them* Cut the sexual tension. You are not undressing them right in front of my eyes.
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Warning: I describe the birthing process in some of these.
The Brothers When MC is Giving Birth
💙 Lucifer -
Hasn't done this in a few centuries, but he still remembers a few important things.
He remembers some breathing techniques so he starts there.
Eventually the baby starts coming out and MC starts screaming.
His eyes bulge. He didn't remember them being THAT big.
Really tries to focus on helping MC but they can see his resolve slipping.
"Come on. Breathe with me. In. Oh Diavolo- shhhh... Out."
💛 Mammon -
He would be calm one minute and freak out the next.
He doesn't know anything so he just keeps repeating what one of his Brothers or the nurses said.
"Yeah. Yeah. Push. Okay. Now breathe. Uhhh. What they said."
When he looks down and sees all the blood he passes out.
🧡 Leviathan -
"Everything's going to be Okay MC! I am sure this is in one of the games I have played..."
Tries to do research as MC is screaming in pain.
Eventually he just let's the nurse take over and they hold his hand. He did not know MC's grips was strong enough to nearly break his fingers.
When he looks down there, he falls back in the chair completely pale.
💚 Satan -
He went to the birth classes with MC so he is prepared.
Calmly guides MC through the breathing.
"Remember, Breathe in. Push. Breath out. You're doing great, MC. The baby is crowning."
He looked up videos and was prepared for the entire situation.
He immediately follows the baby after the birth to make sure it is alright and doesn't get mixed up.
💖 Asmodeus -
Accidentally induced labor with a foot massage.
"I thought it was the other part of the foot. I am so sorry MC!"
He really tries to help, but he doesn't know how.
So he does what he is good at. He makes sure MC feels comfortable.
He fixes pillows, blots sweat, overall just keeps MC happy while they are pushing the baby out.
❤ Beelzebub -
He keeps trying to share his food with MC forgetting that they keep getting sick.
Eventually, he resorts to giving them water and holding their hand.
"Do you need more water? Your screams are kind of scratchy."
When he looks where the baby is being born, he quickly brings his eyes back up and whispers to MC.
"Are you sure this is normal... there is a lot of blood down there?"
💜 Belphegor -
He would sit next to MC and talk to them. Maybe even offer his hand, but he really is no help when it comes to breathing or staying calm.
He isn't too surpise when he looks down there. It looks pretty normal to the other human births he's seen.
When it is all over, he volunteers to cut the umbilical cord.
"I cut the cord and held them first. Does that mean their mine?"
He is just teasing, but he wants it to be named after him if it is a boy.
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