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rae-writes · 10 months

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vampiric

om brothers x reader

wc : 1.k

warnings : nsfw, vampire things aka lots of blood and blood drinking and biting

synopsis : new vampire event, am I right?

a/n : I know the event is set in nightbringer and not og, but you can read it as either version

“Your scent…forgive my lack of a better word, but it’s absolutely heavenly, Mc.” Lucifer has his face buried in your neck, fangs scraping against the skin delicately.

You sighed, head tilting to give him more room as your fingers carded through his hair, moving to rest at the base of his neck when they were done.

It made him shudder; he knew the power you held over him, and yet— “So compliant for me, so willing to give up control. All for me, hm?”

Humming in return, you let your head roll back against his shoulder, looking up at the first born with eyes practically in the shape of hearts, “Trust you.”

“You trust me?”

“Uh-huh, please bite me.” You felt him twitch from where he was buried inside you- and had been for the past 10 minutes. To place a little more incentive on your words, you wiggled around until he let out a sharp growl.

Lucifer could feel his composure fraying, however you just looked so delectable staring up at him like that; his jaw opened, teeth brushing over you one last time, before they sunk into the flesh of your neck just enough that blood pooled into his waiting mouth.

Moaning in unison, both your hips began moving in tandem with one another as he choked out an actual whine at your taste. Throwing all sense of pride and bravado out the window, Lucifer pushes you on your back against his desk and sets a frantic pace.

His mouth hangs open at the feel of it all, drops of blood dripping down his chin. He might’ve been moaning louder than you, it was hard to tell, but as he bites you again and again, the avatar of pride can’t bring himself to care— especially not when you’re letting him cum inside.

“More- don’t stop, Luci, want you to ruin me. I can take it, promise I can take it, ‘m yours—“

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“Slow down there, vampire. Don’t be greedy.” your tone was entirely teasing, knowing damn well that Mammon couldn’t help himself when it came to greed.

“‘M not a vampire, ‘m a demon!” His complaints were half-assed as he continued lapping at the blood flowing from your shoulder, “y’r demon, ‘m y’r first, first ‘n only— my human, mine, taste s’good, makin’ me go crazy.”

The muffled and senseless babbling only served to make you chuckle. You leaned further back against the pillows, watching with amusement as he followed without hesitation. “Take it all, then.”

Mammon’s eyes flashed gold, hands scrambling to yank you into his lap while his fangs busied themselves with biting again for the fifth time since you started. He accidentally ripped your bottoms in his desperation, but his fingers slipped inside you and immediately began abusing your spot as an apology.

“G’na take it all, Mc, s’good to me, my human’s so, so good t’me- i’ma give back, yeah? G’na make you feel good— please cum f’me, wanna taste that too, please, ‘m beggin ya-“

You responded with a loud cry, hips jerking when he didn’t even slow down after you’d given him exactly what he asked for. “Mammon-!“

His free hand ran through the mess you made, bringing it up to his lips so he could suck it off his fingers, “not enough, ‘s not enough, give me more, Mc, cum again and again—“ He bit you for the sixth time, and then for the seventh, “—not stopping till y’r as light headed as me, so give me more.”

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“D-don’t—! ‘m filthy- don’t deserve it, don’t deserve you, I can’t-“ the heightened urges this virus brought made Levi feel dirty, especially when you were so sweet to him like this.

You pulled his back flush against your chest, resting your head on his shoulder to watch as one of your hands jerked his cock. “Don’t tell yourself that, Levi…you’re so cute when you’re desperate, it’s okay.”

He whined, embarrassed at your words but rutting his hips against your movements nonetheless. “Am not-!” His pupils dilated when you nudged the palm of your free hand against his mouth.

“Go on…” your lips brushed over his ear, moaning lowly against it, “Take it, Levi- take what you really want.” swiping over the slit of his cock with your thumb, you giggled when he bared his fangs involuntarily.

“Mc!” Levi choked out another whine before burying his teeth into the flesh of your palm, whining even louder when your blood hit his tongue.

“Aww, there you go, baby. Good boy, Levi.”

He was fucking your fist himself now, hips jerking frantically as a familiar tingle began creeping up his legs. “Yeah, yeah, yeah— ‘mma good boy, y’r good boy, g’na cum, g’na cum!”

You winced slightly when his jaw locked, thumb targeting his slit once again, making him shriek and spill the rest of your blood that was in his mouth as he came.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you- again, please, again! More, Mc, please, please!”

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“I’ve spent centuries learning control, so tell me…” Satan holds your bleeding finger gently, staring down at the now splattered page you’d cut yourself on, “How do you manage to make me lose every bit of progress so easily?”

You watch him with lidded eyes, not paying any mind to your stinging injury. “Isn’t it special to find someone that makes you lose your mind like this?”

He only chuckles, allowing his tongue to poke out and lick at your papercut. The taste makes him groan and shift closer to you as he switches to sucking the pad of your finger instead.

“Tannie…”

Satan closes his eyes for a moment to tug at the last strings of his composure before laying back, yanking you down with him quickly.

Gasping, you do nothing but let him maneuver you until you’re hovering above his face, jumping slightly when his claws tear the crotch of your bottoms.

With a desperate growl, the fourth born pulls your entire weight onto him as his tongue thrusts inside you, “Gonna make you feel good first— I’ll get my fill after.”

You respond by wiggling your hips (slightly distracted by the feel of his fangs against your thighs), “Can have as much as you want, Tan- give everything to you— fuck!”

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“Mc, don’t tell me you’re just gonna leave me here~” Asmo’s voice was airy and teasing, but it was easy to pick out the desperation coming from him.

You laughed, slitting a small cut in your lip before moving to stand in front of him. The satin blindfold you’d made him wear looked so pretty against his complexion.

“Mc?” He restrained against the material holding his hands behind his back, “I smell blood, darling…”

Your tongue came out to poke at his lips briefly, making him gasp. Just when he was about to speak again, you crashed your lips over his, making your blood smear over both of you like shared lipstick.

He moaned loudly, keening unabashedly when you plopped down in his lap. His wrists broke free of the restraints, hands sneaking up your shirt, while his sharpened teeth rolled your bottom lip between them, making the blood pour out more.

“Azzy~” you pulled away from him, letting out a breathless laugh when he whined at the loss of contact. “Patience brings good things, you know.”

Asmo’s head spun when you began bouncing over his lap teasingly, tongue swiping out to lick at all the excess blood on his lips. “I’ll be patient, just kiss me again—“

His cock jumped when you bit at his lower lip instead, eyes fluttering behind the blindfold as you pried his mouth open with your fingers.

“Careful what you wish for.”

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“M-more!”

You tut at Beel, lifting your arm higher so he doesn’t try to bite at it. There was a cut across your wrist dripping blood into his mouth— the compromise you’d given him. “Don’t be ungrateful,” you chastised.

He only moaned, hips bucking from where you were settled over the bulge in his pants. “Not ungrateful, I promise-” his tongue lolled out of his mouth to catch your blood better, “-You just taste so fucking good, Mc…”

Your free hand came up to his face, fingers curiously spreading the blood that’d missed his mouth across his cheeks. He looked ravenous like this, only making the heat in your belly swirl even hotter- “Fuck, Beel…”

Bringing your arm back down, you grab at his jaw, “Only use your tongue, okay?” your hips jerk over his, making him respond in a choked groan. Slowly, you lowered your wrist towards his mouth.

And when his tongue flattened against the cut, mouth flooding with your blood, his eyes rolled back in his skull. Both hands came up to grab at you, pulling your arm even closer to where he was now licking at it like a dog.

“S’good, you taste s’good, Mc, more, more, more, please! ‘M so hungry, please let me keep tasting you-!”

Your mouth dropped when you felt warmth pooling underneath you, moan echoing his own when you realized Beel came in his pants from just tasting your blood. This was going to be a long night, but, “Don’t worry, bub, I’ll take care of you.”

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“Gentle, Bel, gentle…” you pet his hair softly as his head moved between your thighs, mouth placing small bites around to show you he could control himself.

Belphie whimpered back at you, tongue licking at the spot he bit a little too harshly, “‘m trying, you just smell so good…can practically taste it through the skin…please, can I?”

You watched him hump against the bed for friction, taking pity when he whined again, “Alright, alright. Gently, or I’m pushing you off and you won’t get anything.”

The word ‘promise’ left his lips like a mantra before he was nosing at a spot on your inner thigh, licking a stripe up the area before sinking his teeth in.

The reaction was instant— the harsh jerk of his hips against the sheets, the high-pitched moan that would’ve embarrassed him had he not been in ecstasy right now, and the harsh tug you gave his hair that sent shudders wracking through him.

“Good boy, Belphie, take what you want, go on.” The sight of your blood dripping past the corners of his mouth from how messy he was drinking it made you coo, “Cum, Belphegor.”

The command shocked through him, making him choke out another whine as he made an even bigger mess in his pants. There were stars in his eyes as he watched you maneuver him on his back and settle above his face.

You used your fingers to shove the blood dripping down his chin back in his mouth, “My turn, and then I’ll let you have more blood, okay, baby? Goood boy, my good little demon.”

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azareel-writes · 1 year

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sub!demon brothers/reader headcanons ♡

chara. by appearance: mammon, leviathan, asmodeus, beelzebub, satan, belphegor, lucifer ft. afab!MC / afab!reader ♡ no gendered terms used for reader except "mommy" ♡ 18+ under the cut

nightbringer has reawakened my love for obey me! when i first started OM, one of my things was deducing what demons brothers are subs and now i know my answer is all of them. might expand on this later!!

mammon: mommy kink. it's canon, trust me. mams is so down bad for his mommy. a service sub w bratty tendencies but his dick always wins the battle between continuing to be difficult or being obedient and cumming. loves when you pull him by the hair no matter the context. to get his attention? yes. making out? obviously. forcing him to look at you while he's on his knees? the dumb baby might cum in his pants.

leviathan: two ways to deal with our lovely snake boi. first, degrade him. make fun of him for being a dumb virgin, spank him, bite him. humiliate him by stripping him completely but keeping most of your clothes on. or second, praise him. treat him so gently like one of his priceless figurines. kiss him all over before you lay a finger on his cock. reward him for staying. levi isn't used to affection but that can be solved by handcuffing him so he can't cover up his pretty body. by degrading him or being super loving, you're being sooooo mean to him it's not fair :((((

beelzebub: praise kink and i refuse to relent in this. for the love of everything holy and infernal, someone praise this boy. do i have to make the argument for oral? he's ecstatic to have you ride his face and will do so for hours if you let him. a well behaved boy - the best of his brothers - with a ton of stamina! loves the size difference between you two. you're a human and so small and so fragile compared to him. but you can make his brain go all fuzzy and make him feel small. your soothing presence brings him to his knees, eager and ready to please.

asmodeus: he's not the avatar of lust for nothing! will switch things up on you whenever he feels like it, just to keep you on your toes! sometimes he's a power bottom, sometimes he's the eager service sub. into some light kitten play! just an excuse for asmo to dress up for you. (though you might want to get him out of it quickly~) cat ears, pretty lingerie, thigh-highs and garterbelts, a tail plug to match... or maybe a classic bunny suit? low cut corset suit with a tail, fishnets, heels, and always ready to serve you.

satan: size queen. anything goes until he safewords. relatively well behaved - he is more impatient than bratty. his chest is super sensitive, he's never walking away without hickies. doesn't say it but he likes it slow. running a hand through his hair, kissing all over his face. he wants to feel like he's yours and yours alone. subspace really calms him down. outside of sex, he curls up to you, staying glued to you. he will get quiet or nonverbal but don't worry! he's in a good mood, so let him lay in your lap and dote on him a little.

belphegor: brat. big big brat. the type of brat that needs to be broken. edge him into oblivion then force him to cum over and over again — that is what the little brat wanted, now he's begging you to stop? maybe he's learned his lesson, but he loves pushing your buttons too much to kick the habit. can only manage to stay up 3–4 minutes after; he believes the post-sex sleep is amazing when he's sore and satisfied. loves to lay on your chest while you rub his back and play with his hair.

lucifer: experienced doms only: hard mode!! everything is discussed beforehand with a very detailed contract - kinks, limits, curiosities. calls you master in bed. loves when you use your pact on him (consensually). pretty obedient boy, as are the terms of your contract. big shibari fan. imagine having the avatar of pride tied up in red ropes like a present looking up at you. that sight alone will make you feel like the strongest being in all three realms.

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ollie-lolly · 1 year

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18+ Obey me cast smut headcanons

18+ Don't take my warnings lightly love~

most of Obey me cast x gender neutral reader

Warnings: My opinion, dark kinks, swearing, talking about smut in detail, minors don't interact

Note: Consent is important kids! In all these situations consent is used. Later side characters are not displayed here, since I am not at that part in the story. Reblogs and constructive criticism is always appreciated!

Concept: How I believe sex would be like with the characters! A lot of these are shared opinions by the Obey Me community.

Word count: 858~

Lucifer

-Hard dom for sure

-Will sub for you under certain circumstances

-R.I.P the bed

-Uses you as a stress reliever (with consent)

-Loves tying you up

-Daddy kink

-Brat tamer

-Secretly likes it when you act out

-Is willing to share you with Diavolo

Mammon

-Switch but with a sub lean

-Loves lap dances

-Wil try to use money during sex

-Strip games, especially poker

-Would love a sugar daddy/mommy lifestyle

-Would love being the sugar daddy but would also love you playing that role

-Praise kink 100%

-Will want cuddles for a long time afterwards

-You are his human. No one else's, so sharing is off the table

-Just really wants to make you happy

-Loves watching you play with yourself

-Also is a brat in the sheets, if ya catch my drift

-Loves the pain <3

Leviathan (This being very long is my way of saying happy birthday to my baby boy <3)

-I also believe he is a switch with a sub lean

-Tail fucking

-Two cocks

-Underwear thief

-Loves being degraded and praised so…go to town!

-Needs constant reassurance so please give him some.

-A great way of easing him into it, is sexting and phone sex

-All the hentai he has seen definitely fucked his expectations up

-He also got like a couple of dark kinks because of it

-Hentai addiction, but will imagine you as one of the characters

-Is really into cuckolding, but is too shy to say anything about it

-When figuring out a kink you have to help him out since he is too shy to talk about it

-Does not last long in the beginning, but you can help him build it up over time

-There is a good chance that he is a virgin. He does masturbate a lot though

-PERVERT

-You have to start intimate moments because of his insecurities

-That being said, when he is jealous that is definitely not the case

-Will want to have sex in the infamous bathtub

-Whether it is actually going to happen is up too you

-But if you are willing to do it in said bathtub he will put tons of soft blankets and mattresses in there

-Role play

-When he role plays as a character he likes he is way more confident

Satan

-Hard dom just like his daddy

-Uses you as a way to relive his anger and frustration which is often

-Always with consent

-Pet play <3

-Cockwarming while reading -Fucks you while reading

-Reads smut in public places

-Also fucks in public places <3

-The library is a popular pick, so uhh have fun?

Asmodeus

-The definition of a switch

-This man has tried it all

-Certified sex god

-A sex toy collection larger then Diavolo's castle

-Voyourism and exhibitionist

-Would be the most likely to share you sexually

-Especially with Solomon

-VERY experimental

-Very high sexdrive so goodluck!

-Has his little checklist in his room of where you have and haven't fucked yet

-Moans his own name

Beelzebub

-The definition of a service top

-Food play

-Good at head

-He is super sweet and gentle with you

-Is obviously willing to share you with Belphegor

-2 for 1 deal!

-Will suggest doing it in at the gym or sport locker rooms

-Does not like to do it often, but will do it more if you want to!

Belphegor

-Switch

-Hard dom and power bottom

-60% of the time will let you do most of the work

-A wild card you never know what to expect

-Might play with the concept with consent

-Knive play

-What i am trying to say, is that he likes his sex dark if that makes sense

-Has fantasies of kidnapping you with Beel

-Will use his powers to make you dream about sex

-Gets turned on when he sees you sleeping

-Will fuck you when you are asleep if you give him your blessing

Diavolo

-Soft dom

-R.I.P the bed and the floor, and.. you get the jist

-This man fucks and he fucks HARD

-Breeding kink

-Please read my sugar daddy fics of this man to get a better idea of how he is like

Barbatos

-Also a service dom

-Will stop in the middle of sex if Diavolo or visitors need him

-He is a busy man, so don't expect a lot

-Tail fucking

-This man is a mystery, so he will definitely keep you on your toes

Simeon

-Switch?? Maybe soft dom

-We don't have enough in game material to make confident statements

-The only way you would get there is by a very very very motivated corruption kink

-Congrats! You made him fall from grace

-Will still keep a lot of his angelic traits when he falls. He will be gentle

-Secretly has a lot of pent up anger so good luck with that

Solomon

-Switch

-He is a wild card man (just like Belphegor)

-You can never quite expect what is going to happen next

-Definitely puts his powers to good use

-If you are okay with it, he will invite Asmo to join in

-May or may not be your side hoe when you are in the human realm for a little too long

(Plz i need someone to write about this and tag me)

Started on and finished on: 8th of april 2023

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ahcrie4help · 7 months

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Just imagine, Mammon with an MC that just absolutely worships him. Someone that completely submits to him and puts their full trust in him when they’re intimate? They want him to take the lead, take care of them. Would he not LOVE it??

He is berated and used almost every day. People talk to him as if he is not the SECOND strongest avatar of sin?!? He had his power stripped away from him (verbally) day-in and day-out.

In comes his sweet little partner, MC, who adores him and pampers him, yes, but treats him like an equal. But, in those moments where the air is thick with tension and intimate touches and words are shared between the two, MC melts into this pliable puddle. They look up at him doe-eyed and pleading. Their eyes saying “do whatever you want to me, please,” like he hung the stars and moon himself. He would be OBSESSED!!!

I understand the characterization behind sub/bottom! Mammon, I do, but like what about the MCs that are trying to get folded like a pretzel 🤤🤤🫢🫢

#obey me x reader #obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd x reader #obey me! mammon #obey me mammon #mammon x mc #mammon x reader #obey me! mammon x reader #om! shall we date #om! mammon

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eunxhan · 3 months

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❝ Who knew getting dominated by some human would feel this good? ❞

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Ꮺ Anon Requested ⨾ hihi! The req you wrote was so good! /pos

Hua cheng and xielian my beloved hehe. Anyways! I'm so happy that you're in WHB! Can i req dom top male reader with the kings? I'm a sucker for domtop reader with a harem and i really love your writing style. But if you don't write harem then just choose one is fine! /pos gen

Ꮺ Eun Replies ⨾ Hello, Thank you i did my best with the requests ^^! This took me more than a couple of errors, I'm not used to writing NSFW as i easily get flustered by some.. I'll be making multiple parts of this because i quite enjoyed this. This took me the longest but i hope you do enjoy my work.

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Ꮺ Disclaimer — THIS IS NSFW, if you're underage i would recommend to stop reading if not then I'm not responsible for what you consume. English is not my main!

Reader & Genre ⨾ TOP!DOM!MALE!reader,

Words used ⨾ 11, 100+

Character ⨾ SATAN, MAMMON.

Links ⨾ My Navigation and Mandates

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He would likely be somewhat surprised and taken aback by a dominant male top. He's the King of Gehenna, he wouldn't accept this– oh he would.

Satan has been portrayed to be a very dominant and controlling person, so having someone else suddenly take the lead and control the situation would probably be quite unnerving for him.

Satan would likely try to put up a bit of a fight and push back against the Male but would likely find himself feeling a little overwhelmed and overwhelmed by the new dynamic. Both Men would fight over who's top and who's bottom. Actual wrestling on the bed.

Him being a very dominant and controlling figure, would likely be accustomed to always having the upper edge in conversations and interactions with others.

When presented with a dominant and controlling Lover, whom also has the means and power to physically overpower him, Satan's confidence and arrogance may suddenly start to waver and be shaken.

Satan would likely try to maintain his composure and act as if he's still in control and everything is fine. However, after hours of convincing and reassurance, Satan would likely come to accept the dominance of the reader, though it would probably take some time for him to fully adjust to it.

Satan's pride and ego would likely get the better of him at first, making him reluctant to surrender control to you, but once he does adapt and surrender control, he would likely learn to enjoy and appreciate the new dynamic. Starting to become more vulnerable and submissive towards the dominant man, as he would begin to develop more trust and affection towards him.

Satan would feel somewhat embarrassed and shy when faced with the dominance and boldness of you. He'll be slightly taken aback by the reader's confidence and assertiveness, which would likely make him feel out of his comfort zone.

However, Satan would secretly feel giddy and excited by your aggressive control and dominance. Teasing the dominant man as if his back is not gonna get broken, please shut him up or... Be the reason why he's crying loud.

He's very eager to let go of his dominance and submit to you. He would likely give in to your dominance and allow you to take the lead, following your instructions and requests. Satan also take pleasure in being handled and used however you prefers, and would likely have no objections to being submissive and compliant to your dominance.

Kiss his confidence points which is his shoulders and arm muscles, you would feel him clenching on your length alongside hearing his soft whimper against your ear. If you happen to have heavy hands, slap him. Slap him as hard as you can and he's releasing all over the bed and on your stomach.

His eyes will be open, not wanting them to close as he wants to see your reactions and how you create your sounds. He likes seeing how pleased you are with him and his body. Keep your face close to him, if not he would cling his arms around your neck in keeping you close.

Feeling the way your hips moving harshly, creating loud and wet noises by both of your skins slapping each other, This man would be aroused and slightly surprised. Hearing how loud and abrupt the movements are, he was in heaven.. Well how you treat him feels like it.

He would likely feel a mix of pleasure and excitement, and would probably feel like doing more than just remaining still, such as moving his own hips to meet the movements of yours or grabbing your hips and assisting in your movements.

If you were to degrade and humiliate him, he would reply with louder moans and whimpers. Sometimes he would tease you back, denying your words but the way he's being a cock whore for you says the opposite.

"You're so much better when you're submissive and compliant." You whispered against his ear as you hold both of the King's horns harshly to keep the man in place. As much as Satan wants to reply he's struggling too much with the force of your movements and the pain of the slaps to reply properly. Satan would likely also feel reluctant to admit to himself that it feels good to give in to the dominance and be handled by the reader. "The way you obediently follow my commands and give in to my dominance is so hot." you groaned before slapping his ass, making Satan shiver under you. He couldn't even form his words as if he's speaking in gibberish. "Your pride and arrogance hold you back from experiencing even more pleasure." You continued degrading him, letting go of his horns and sneaking your arms around his torso. "Let go of them and let me take control of you, baby?" your voice wavering as you feel your end, your hips shaking the same way as Satan's. "'M..'M close! [_] close! Please! Keep using my body!" he pleaded, which you agreed to his plea. You always love cumming together, a few thrusts and both of you are letting out a moan as you cum inside and Satan on the sheets before falling. Being inside in a second before pulling out, watching it drip out of him.

"No one could dominate you as good as me, so why not just submit to me and enjoy being handled by a superior dominant top?" You teased, chuckling as you look at him. Completely destroyed, his hair a mess, his whole body filled with marks and bruises, the way the demon is shaking. Oh he would ask for another round even if he's completely beaten up.

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Mammon would likely be taken aback a little bit by the dominance and assertiveness of yours.

Mammon would likely feel quite embarrassed and flustered being in such a submissive position, as it is not something he is used to in his usual role in the group. He wouldn't say no, he would gladly agree to it. As long as he's feeling you all over, that's enough for him.

If you happen to prepare Mammon, he would likely feel some level of excitement and anticipation, especially if you were touching him. He's bigger in figure and taller than you, unless you're a titan. Of course his back is laying on the bed, seeing your face. Let him keep his hands on your ass, he likes it and he's been doing good.

You touching him in a way that he found pleasurable and was preparing him, Mammon would likely feel more relaxed and comfortable with the dominance of the Man. However, even if Mammon was being prepared and touched by his lover.

In bed, Mammon would likely be responsive and obedient to your instructions. He would likely let you take control and guide his movements in bed.

Mammon's usual dominating and commanding personality would likely take a backseat, allowing you to take charge. He would likely take delight in giving in to you and experiencing the pleasure of a dominant top's control.

As he's not much of a vocal man but you'll hear his groans and whines, the way his head rolls back is enough to know that he's enjoying you.

You could tie Mammon's hands and feet together in order to make him even more submissive and pliable. Of course it'll be gold, it makes him even more prettier for you. He loves feeling pretty for you.

You could tie him down and blindfolded him, taking control of his senses and heightening the feelings of dominance and submission. Lick his horns and he would come in a second, lick his nipples and he's moaning your name.

Use verbal commands to direct Mammon's movements during bed. He's so obedient for you, sometimes teasing you just to get a chuckle from you. Push and pull him into different positions, he likes being surprised especially blindfolded.

Touch and caress him, praise him by calling him a good boy. He's whimpering for you, he likes being touched and praised. Hold hands is a must every time you both feel like coming, you'll see him pouting after if you didn't.

When you kept praising Mammon while both their hips continued to move harshly, Mammon would likely feel an overwhelming mix of pleasure and embarassment. Enjoying the feeling of your praise and compliments. It would make him feel desired and valued, and boost his confidence and ego. On the other hand, he would feel embarrassed and shy about the fact that you kept calling him a "submissive puppy" and calling out his submissive behavior in bed.

Kissing and caressing Mammon while using your hands to hold Mammon's neck and face, forcing Mammon to look at you while you praise and encourage him.

" You're such a good boy, aren't you? Taking all these thrusts like a good boy that you are. " You grunted as your hands on his demon's inner thighs, forcing them to spread wide open. Watching Mammon's dick bounce as well as his thighs jiggle each thrust, "your.. Good boy" he mumbled along the way with his soft whines, trying to open his legs more to feel his Top. You above him chuckled, liking how obedient his submissive demon is. " You're such an obedient and compliant boy. " He replied back, one of your hand squeezing Mammon's tits. " Just keep following my commands and let me use your body however I like. " The demon moaned on your words, he loved hearing your voice. His hand goes on top of the yours which was on his tits, his eyes glistening as he pulls your hand to caress his cheek."Treasure.." he whined softly, hinting that he want you close which you did lean closer to kiss him. "c..cumming" he muffled between your lips, "come for me, baby" You ordered, moving your hand on his intertwined. Your hips moves drastically which made him cry out, his back arching before both of you released your essences. The demon wrapped his legs around your waist, not wanting you to pull out yet. "I want you inside longer.." he demanded, he likes feeling you inside. He can go hours or days even, you give him a peck kiss on the cheek as you listen to him.

Looking at him, he was drenched with sweat, saliva, and cum. His thighs were shaking a bit from how long they stretched for. You guys would be fighting over who's doing aftercare, he loves taking care of you and you being a gentleman would insist into taking care of him.

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tikitsune · 7 months

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I've had this sitting on a docs for a while and decided to finish it on a rehearsal day because why not and math sucks.

Obey Me Pack Mark Placements: Brothers

Lucifer:

- Man would deadass give a full tattoo sleeve but he can’t so he puts it on the inside of the left wrist.

- He puts it on the inner wrist so it’s clear who you belong to.

- He absolutely loves it is when you cup his cheek and caress his face.

- He will grab your arm and kiss his pact mark.

- If you thought him rolling up his sleeves was hot, he thinks when you roll your sleeves up, you are the hottest thing in Devildom, and that's staying something.

- Him being the Avatar of Pride means that he is kinda easily jealous. Like if it's around his brothers, the undateables or Thirteen, Raphael and Mephistopheles (someone tell me the trio name please) he's fine. He's also fine with like the students of RAD. But if it's with someone of higher power, like a noble, they can get pushy.

- Let's just say it won't end well for both parties (*ahem* the opposing side)

Mammon:

- Back of the neck, just where the bottom of the hairline is.

- Due to his ego, he put it where it can be hidden if there was enough hair.

- When he is sad, he will back hug you and bury his nose where his pact mark is.

- He would love it if you would wear your hair up or split your hair so it shows whenever you are with him.

- He is one of the more jealous brothers. Like the eldest, he is fine around the normal crowd, but around the students and everyone else, he is a bit insecure.

- Give him hugs, kisses and pets on the head as reassure that he's yours, and you are his.

Leviathan:

- Under the ear

- He likes it there because it’s personal to him, and can once again be hidden by hair, but can be shown if the hair is pulled back.

- Levi is also the jealous type, he doesn't get out much which means he doesn't know if you are being hit on.

- On the days he does go outside, he is stuck to you like glue and will only release you under certain circumstances.

- Give the boy love but not too, much or Levi.exe will stop working.

Satan:

- Across the shoulder blade.

- His own little intimate place that can be shown if MC wants.

- He would love it if you show it off, even just a sliver but he won’t force you to.

- He be a good boy like that

- In terms of domesticity, he loves it if you wear something that shows off your shoulders, even if it’s just you and him

- He can and will kiss all the way across you're shoulders

Asmodeus:

- A ring around your hip

- He may be the Avatar of Lust but that doesn't mean he wants to have sex all the time. He's just generally attracted to you, as his is to you.

- He absolutely loves it when you wear low-waisted things

- He would love it if you showed it to everyone but if you are uncomfortable with low-waisted things, he is perfectly content with seeing it when it's just you and him

- It is a pleasure/soothing point.

Beelzubub:

- On the tongue

- Bickslow style

- Honestly, out of all of the pack marks, you can't hide it if you tried.

- It might be for the best because as sweet as he is, he is the ragey jealous type.

- He has the build for it as well, so make sure your relationship is known.

- I'm not saying he is insecure or anything but if you get uncomfortable he will do what he sees fit to make it not so.

Belphegor:

- On the collar bone

- He is a lazy bitch so he just puts it in the most "obvious" place.

- He, like his twin, is a ragey jealous type of person but he has more triggers

- If you cuddle, chances are he will have his head right near your collarbone or on your chest as an assurance that you are indeed here and you are his.

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inhuman-obey-me · 4 months

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The Authoritarianism of "Father's" Celestial Realm (NB Season 2)

OKAY, life got crazy for a while, but we're finally all caught up on Nightbringer's main story, and PHEW we've got some things to talk about. So let's dive right in, starting with one of our favorite topics:

God and the Celestial Realm actually kinda suck in the OM universe!!!

(spoilers up to NB lesson 38!)

Now, this been a consistent pattern for most of OM's story and lore, but we're going to be focusing here mostly on Lessons 37 and 38 in particular this time, because they had a lot to talk about in that regard.

In Lesson 37, we are introduced to the underworld, specifically Cocytus at the very bottom layer of it.

One interesting note, however, is that this region is territory of the Celestial Realm, despite it being geographically in the Devildom, and the Celestial Realm is the one that doles out punishments relating to it -- usually. We'll dive more into that whole conspiracy in another post, but it's certainly an interesting geopolitical fact of the Three Realms.

As for the underworld itself, the idea of multiple layers of hell is a common one which originates from Dante's Inferno, the first section of the Divine Comedy, and we see that Cocytus here is taken pretty directly from that as well. Just like Dante describes in the Divine Comedy, Simeon informs us that there are four regions that make up Cocytus, made up of four concentric circles of growing intensity according to their corresponding offenses. Specifically, each layer of Cocytus is related to a type of betrayal: of family, of homeland, of guests, and finally, as the very worst type of betrayal, of "him".

The design of that is immediately very telling about how the Celestial Realm views these offenses. Other offenses may land a person in the underworld in general, but these specific types of betrayal are the worst. And among those worsts, betraying God is the ultimate offense, absolutely beyond anything else one could ever do.

Now, these levels of Cocytus almost directly match Dante's Inferno take on them -- with one major, interesting distinction. In the Divine Comedy, Judecca is for "traitors to masters and benefactors." In OM, it is traitors to "him." Considering that the rest of the levels are a direct match, this suggests that, in OM, their father is the master who must never be betrayed.

And as Mammon notes, that's exactly what our beloved demon brothers did, with Lucifer in the lead.

That brings us to the present situation, with Lucifer chained and suffering at the very center of the bottom of the underworld. The worst of the worst offenders.

Simeon, Luke, and MC arrive to find Lucifer in a screaming rage, noting that same fact. Lucifer is in such pain and rage that he's creating dangerously massive gusts of wind, and as he worries about MC and then his brothers, it only gets worse. Suddenly, Raphael appears to read Lucifer his charges. And then, we get this conversation:

There's a lot going on there, but to go piece by piece, Luke is obviously distraught upon hearing the brothers' decreed fate. He wants to protest it and argue against it. Simeon stops him because Luke absolutely must not say another word -- as a reminder, arguing against Lilith's punishment was the catalyst for the whole rebellion that ensued, which is the entire reason Lucifer is being punished like this now!

Simeon, however, has recently been demoted. We know he was a seraph at the time of the rebellion; the official Nightbringer website specifies that he was demoted for "covering for" the brothers, though we don't know the specifics of what happened there. Simeon has always been a little daring on speaking truth to power, and considering he's already been demoted, it seems he's willing to take the potential consequence of speaking up again here. So he does, expressing his questions and concerns about the whole situation going on. And, finally, he calls out Raphael on also feeling the same as he and Luke both do.

It is perhaps the most telling moment we've gotten to date of how Raphael has felt about this whole civil war between the angels. In the past, he's been fairly consistently strict about the Celestial Realm's rules, which essentially boil down to always obeying their father, and Michael by extension. And he holds himself to basically the same standards, obediently doing whatever Michael tells him to even as he's disgruntled or frustrated by the myriad requests. But when it comes to seeing Lucifer punished this way, he can't accept it either. It's wrong, and he knows it.

But he can't question decisions that come from on high. Even doubting is considered wrong.

We've heard the same from Lucifer once before -- that he questioned one who was never to be questioned. That is what he has been punished for.

This is the reason Luke must not speak up. This is the reason Raphael is crying. And it's the reason for Lucifer's current punishment. Simeon, Lucifer, and Raphael all know it implicitly -- what comes from on high is absolute. Questioning is unacceptable. Doubts are unacceptable. And rebellion is unacceptable -- the absolute worst thing that someone can do.

Anyway, now throw all that out though, because apparently Lesson 38 wants to attempt to bring us to a completely different conclusion!

Let's be honest here -- OM is a bit jumpy on its writing sometimes, and sometimes makes wild left turns. But we ended Lesson 37 feeling pretty excited because it's revisiting a common theme we've had hinted at throughout both games about what kind of leader their father is and what kind of place the Celestial Realm really is under him. And what we've seen, generally, is this: it is a very strict place, unforgiving of those who step out of line, where their father's word is absolute, and even feeling doubt is a grave offense. We even know that Simeon's greatest fear is their father!

So imagine our shock and disappointment when Lesson 38 suddenly decides that, no, actually, this punishment and everything else is actually God's love for them. What?!

New theory: exactly one person on OM's writing team is actually super religious and keeps trying to make this game about dating demons into a message that God is good. These lessons were not written by the same person.

Lesson 38 starts with a rather chaotic scene -- Lucifer has broken free of his chains and is lashing out in rage and despair, not thinking straight. Diavolo makes his appearance and tries to subdue Lucifer, though the two end up going into an all-out brawl as Lucifer lashes out at Diavolo as well. MC eventually intervenes and the brothers show up to protect MC from both Lucifer's and Diavolo's attacks. Lucifer is taken aback seeing that his brothers are all okay and present in front of him, and as MC approaches him to further calm him down, the Ring of Light glows and Lucifer momentarily transforms into his angel form, inspiring awe from everyone around at the sight of the Morning Star once more.

Earlier, Lucifer was begging to be shown some kind of sign from his father, of what it was that he wanted from him. Simeon comments that this might be Father answering that call for a sign -- a sign of his love. Lucifer seems to accept this, though with some bewilderment. But we have Lucifer straight up tell MC later in the lesson that he "must have forgotten" that Father loved them all along! That all he ever did was give, and never ask for anything in return!

Except for blind, unwavering loyalty. Something that Lucifer has actually forgotten about in this moment.

For that matter, why does Simeon automatically assume it's this grand sign of their father's love?! He himself just stated his own doubts and called Raphael out on his.

It's a huge 180 that gave us some intense whiplash for sure. But this isn't the first time we've seen that more religious trauma view from Simeon; we've seen it before in OG season 4, where he has obviously been deeply affected by being demoted out of being an angel altogether but tries to reassure himself that their father does everything for a reason, "even this."

However, even aside from the very sudden turnaround, this explanation leaves a lot to be desired, because it doesn't actually answer anything!!!

We just got told that Raphael was crying from the cognitive dissonance of obeying orders to read the charges against Lucifer while feeling deep down in his heart of hearts that this is wrong. Luke has been stopped from saying anything that could be construed as going against their father! Even harboring doubts is wrong, but somehow we are supposed to suddenly believe that it's because their father loves them?

If that's God's love, it's sure sounding like God is an abusive helicopter parent, because that's not a healthy loving relationship.

Think about it -- this is a scene of punishment. Lucifer isn't just chilling down here for fun; he is actively in pain when we find him, and it only escalates his torment at the thought that his brothers are being punished similarly. And even as we are told that Little D. No. 1 couldn't take material form because their father "just loved them so much," is it really a healthy form of so-called love to hold on to a piece of Lucifer's soul without his knowledge, even after casting him out?! We wouldn't say that a parent who throws their own child out to be homeless while keeping their old room intact is a good, loving parent; why should we think this is any different?

Plus, this is the case for Lucifer -- but what about the other brothers? Though they all managed to get free, Cocytus itself seemed prepared to punish each of them for their various transgressions, and as Mammon points out, all of them were guilty of treason against their father. Yet, it's only Lucifer whose Little D. was never able to take form. It is Lucifer specifically who is targeted for this Cocytus punishment, and the others would likely have been left alone if not for the fact that they came to save him. Lucifer is the one who, for that one moment, regains his angel form.

And what does this mean, if this is God letting go of the last of his grip on Lucifer? That he still loved his favorite son but is casting him away for real now? We know Lucifer has said that God would never forgive him in particular, and though he's been accused of just being stubborn himself (and make no mistake, Lucifer certainly is also stubborn too), it does seem in line with everything else we've been shown about their father. Does this mean that their father no longer loves Lucifer, from this specific point onwards?

And, if their father loves them so much -- then why did they need to rebel for Lilith's sake? The implication here is truly bizarre: their father was going to obliterate Lilith entirely from all existence so that not even her soul would remain, but he also just loves Lucifer so much, but is also so authoritarian that Lucifer trying to talk it out with him was met with a complete shutdown so that Lucifer felt he had no other choice but to start the war. Of course, conveniently, this lesson also just chooses to completely disregard the whole Lilith thing, both her existence at all alongside the brothers before the war and her punishment, so apparently none of that matters!

It's completely out of line with the rest of everything we've ever really been told about the Celestial Realm, and frankly, we don't like or accept it. This so-called love that's suddenly used as the explanation in Lesson 38 isn't a true or healthy kind of love, and we don't want it.

So in conclusion: God is gaslighting us but he really does totally actually suck. We're just supposed to suddenly believe now, out of nowhere, that he doesn't. But he definitely, really does.

Anyway so, Lesson 37 is 10/10 and 38 is -10/10, would not read again. Merry Crisis!

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Thank you! Very relatable request, honestly. Where can I buy such a demon to protect me too-

This reminded me of my era of rewatching analogue-horror web-series, you have no idea how terrified I was when I was watching Vita Carnis and suddenly my roommate burst into the room at 2 AM. Nomorehorrors.

Satan isn't surprised that you're having panic attacks. Gehenna is the most wonderful place in Hell, but the angels do not want to leave them alone. The attacks occur so frequently and so randomly that it's no wonder you feel uneasy. He would pull you back into bed and hold you against his chest, stroking you protectively. “You're in no danger with me.” His low voice is confident and strong, as are his arms. Even if the world were to burn, you are the first to be protected, so you don't have to be afraid. Besides, this guy sleeps with his eyes open. He's probably the one you should be most afraid of. They glow like headlights, so you don't have to be afraid of something moving in the dark, because there is no darkness here.

Mammon will hug you to his huge tits. How can you feel insecure when you have such a steady rock with you? Stable as a wall, warm as a heater, and protects your back (and bottom) as solidly as anyone else in the world. But if you're afraid, he'll put a huge canopy over your bed. Not even a mosquito can get through the curtains of gold. Another thing is that it's a bit hard to sleep in the golden glow, but hey, it's the will that count, right? And you can count on your every doubt being answered in the most spectacular way.

Beelzebub is the reason your paranoia hasn't gone away yet. You're lying nicely in bed, and suddenly something crawls under the sheets and cuddles up to you. Absolutely terrifying. You would jump out of bed, but the strong hug prevents you from doing so, and also you quickly recognize the disgruntled growl. The wandering king has finally appeared. You punch him for it. Two puppy dog eyes will look at you, and how can you be mad at him? “Sorry… I missed you.” He murmurs apologetically into your chest. You will sigh and bury yourself in the sheets and cuddle up to this idiot, wrapped tightly in the duvet so that no more surprises will come.

Leviathan, when he feels you're anxious, will simply close the coffin lid. Of course, you sleep closer to the closed edge, so that you can see the gap behind him. If you see anything moving beyond it, those are tentacles. They may look scary, but they are there to protect you. Why are you afraid of nightmares when their ruler hugs you to his chest like his treasure? Your nightmares should be afraid of him. He has the power to bend them to his will. Nothing can hurt you… but him. Better is the known danger than the one that lurks in the dark, so you'll only hug your beautiful king of nightmares tighter.

Valefor is as reliable as Mammon, but he would take care of you in a slightly less spectacular (or shiny) way. He will spread his shield over the bed. You saw that nothing could squeeze through it; bah! if it tries, it will be annihilated. If you think this is too much, he will simply offer to turn on the light, check the wardrobe and under the bed, and give you his chest to lie on until you fall asleep. He will watch over you, patiently and lovingly stroking your hair and arm, until he feels that you are already breathing calmly and sleeping deeply. Only then would he gently wrap you in the blanket and fall asleep himself.

Stolas offers to kill it. You don't actually know how to kill a paranoia, but you know he would be capable of it. You decline this offer in case what you thought you saw was Amon. All you can do is hug him when he explains you that monsters do not exist, if they do exist, they can be killed, so there is no point in being afraid, especially when you are with him, because he will fight everything for you, blah blah blah… You will fall asleep, soothed by listening to his chatter like radio static.

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domreader-headcannon-scenarios · 5 months

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Hi! Happy to see another person write for WHB ^^

I would love to hear your thoughts on dominating each of the Kings and what type of sub they'd be :3

Hello!! I’m excited to get these requests!

I did this as hcs so I could add Lucifer (and it would be faster) Lucifer I have minimal interaction with (like Mammon) and he isn’t in the game at the time of writing so I hope I catch his personality right!

(Used their kinks as intros!)

Types of subs they are/dominating the Kings

Satan

Canon kink: spanking

He enjoys painplay and occasionally is a bratty sub (sometimes to provoke you into hitting him) he even openly told you to reserve all your anger for him!

He enjoys being dominated, but puts up a front thinking it’ll upset you further (it doesn’t)

It took him a bit to get you to spank him and oddly enough, he can cum just from that, hell, he’ll let you spank him in public, he doesn’t mind the audience

He prefers to be spanked without anything on, he enjoys the skin to skin contact. He’ll get upset if you hold back though

Mammon

Canon kink: pygophilia (sexual interests in basically anything involving someone’s ass)

He enjoys pegging, he will ride you like it’s a workout, all he really want in return is you knead his ass or let him knead yours as a reward

He’s the type to go down on you whenever he senses you’re overly stressed. He takes care of his Master, he’s yours and you’re his

He doesn’t fuss when given orders, he’ll obey your every command within reason and will even straight up offer bits of his hoard to encourage you to indulge in kinks he finds fascinating

He does anything you ask and if you want him to lift you up and carry you while he pleasures your, just say he word!

Leviathan

Canon kink; breath play

He enjoys being choked and can hold his breath for a bit before he needs to tab out, he’ll offer you a noose to make it easier if you cant manage it with your hands alone

He is a needy, bratty sub who thinks he’s a power bottom that can call the shots and gets a lil sassy when you deny him anything

Bath s*x is honestly common since he enjoys what little mess it leaves to be cleaned (even if he’s not cleaning)

He’s not good at returning pleasure and usually you have to threaten his own pleasure to encourage him to do as you say

Beelzebub

Canon kink: scent kink

He loves stealing your used clothes since they have your scent, if you have gym clothes, he takes them if you don’t keep an eye on them, he can get aroused from just your scent alone

He’s easy to please and though he isn’t always the best at obeying, it’s because he tends to forget the what you tell him to do

He cant really take too much teasing, he gets worked up to easily and tries to get off before you can continue the denial

He literally brings you alcohol and drugs when he want to fuck around since they ‘boost the experience’ and he thinks it’s like an offering

Lucifer

Canon kink: Dacryphilia (crying)

He’s not the hardest to make cry, but in public? Nope, not happening his pride won’t let it. But when it’s you two, he wants you to fuck him till he’s crying, overstim, edging, doesn’t matter

He loves it and will be bratty until you have him in tears, though he likes it when you cry too, if it’s for anything other than pleasure, and if someone else makes you cry? He will end them.

He’s not completely submissive nor is he resistant he just sort of…lags when obeying as of testing how much patience you have for him

His wings are a clear ‘no-no’ for touching for anyone but you, they are extremely sensitive and he flat out gets defensive if it’s brought up

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girl, that mammon head cannon of him rubbing the tip on mc’s clit 😩

MAKE IT INTO A FANFICCCC URGSJSNELMD

Okay :)

Impulsive sex with Mammon tends to be needy, messy, and quick. For someone like him, quickies used to be the way to go, just get himself off and his partner and go on with it, but with you?

It’s like all that pent up emotion pours out when his mouth is on yours.

He was already half dressed when you left the shower, occupied by his DDD. You had entered his room and shed your towel to get dressed but you could feel Mammon’s eyes on you… and then you heard his phone click and his bed shuffle behind you.

“Mc.”

“Yeah?” You whipped your head around and saw him on the edge of the bed.

“Don’t bother gettin’ any clothes on.” He patted his thigh. “Unless you don’t wanna.”

You sighed and looked toward his crotch, the bulge of gym shorts getting larger. You stuck out your lower lip in a fake protest. “I just showered.”

“Like I said—“ He attempted to speak but you beat him to it. You shuffled over and planted yourself down on his lap and ran your fingers through his hair.

“Man, you’re so aggravating.” He blushed and held your face, pulling you to his lips. It didn’t take long for Mammon to start moving your hips so you were grinding against him.

You wanted to tease him for being needy but he was too occupied with trying to practically swallow your mouth. You could feel how hard he was getting, prompting you to pull his shorts down. He let you lift up so he could shed them, leaving the two of you to be ass naked.

You gasped for breath and giggled. “Commando?”

“Usually I sleep naked anyways.” He nipped at your neck and started palming at his cock. “Touch yourself, Mc.” He bit at your lip and looked to your face for approval. Intrigued by his idea, you slowly traced circles around your clit. “I love it when you go slow, Mc, it’s like yer tryna tease me.”

You looked at the smirk on his face, instantly feeling a throb in your pussy, memories of that look flying through your mind. Mammon looked down again to watch your fingers move while picking up his own pace. Mammon could feel himself throbbing along with you, his need to cum overwhelming.

He didn’t know what it was that made him a needy mess today. Maybe it was the buildup of all the stress from exams and Lucifer and everyone making him need release? Or maybe how you’ve spent almost every night with him in his own bed and have yet to fuck in it since sleeping with him in his room. Or maybe it’s just how you so shamelessly stripped in front of him fresh out of the bath as though you’ve been married for years.

Regardless, he was already close and it brought him shame almost, but he’s not the kind to stop when he’s started. “Mc, you’ve got me so turned on, it’s like I haven’t cum in weeks.”

“Mm. You’re already close?” You felt dazed, the idea of him cumming in less than 5 minutes just from you rubbing your clit a little made you feel powerful. “How many rou—“

“I’ll keep goin til you’re satisfied.” He read your mind. “Im gonna cum.” He furrowed his brows together and let out a choked breath. “All over your pretty pussy.”

“Give it to me, Mammon, cum on my clit.” The thought of your cum covered fingers and clit made his stamina kick in tenfold. You used your fingers to part your lips, giving him a better sight and more to cum on.

“Fuck, Mc!” He angled himself downward, ropes of cum coating his cock, fingers, and your pussy. You twitched at the warmth dripping down, feeling your cheeks heat from the sight.

Mammon pumped himself slower, letting out raspy sighs and whimpers. You could see more hunger in his eyes, the way his eyes stayed fixated on your lower half, watching how his cum slowly dripped down. He looked to your upper lips prompting you to lean forward and kiss him.

His kiss was still so desperate, so breathless. You went back in for another, sucking at his bottom lip. Mammon was so sensitive that your actions made him whine, ready for more.

“Mammon, I need you to make me cum.” You pulled away from him, watching his tongue sweep across his lips.

“Don’t worry.” He pressed his tip against your clit and kissed you once more. “I wanna make you lose it.”

He started rubbing himself against your clit even tho his body was spasming and too sensitive. Mammon whined and let out choked gasps, clenching his eyes shut and then rolling them back.

You were enthralled with his body, with him. You started to grind back against him, adding more friction. “Mammon!”

He threw his head back. “Mc, oh my fucking—fuck!” He let you grind against him, guiding your hand to press him against you. You let him lean back on his hands and set the pace for him and you. “Mm, don’t be too mean, please.”

You moved your hips up and down, pressing him against you just a bit harder after hearing him. “Thought you liked mean?” You chuckled at him, watching his face go red.

“Mc…” his mouth went agape and his thighs twitched under you.

“Can’t talk huh?” You moved faster, chasing your own orgasm now. You loved the way his cock felt sliding on your cunt, lubed up perfectly with your own arousal and his cum. He concurred, fixated on how it felt and how desperately he wanted to feel your walls squeeze him in.

“I wanna see you cum so bad.” He pleaded, repositioning so that he could whisper in your ear. “Wanna fuck you till you make us both a mess.” His words sent a shiver through you, reminding you of his ever present need for more. “Wanna make you—hng—make you scream from so much.” He reached up to your head and pulled at your hair, grasping for control as his body still moved through the shockwaves of overstimulation.

“Fuck me til I beg for mercy, please Mammon. I wanna cum so bad.” You spoke some dangerous words, unsure of it was the high talking or something you really wanted. Regardless, it was enough to convince him he had to fuck you too.

“Cum, treasure, cum for me, so I can fuck you nice and good.” His breathing was beginning to calm, sending you a sign he was recovering dangerously fast.

“Yes!” You didn’t care about the danger. “Please Mammon! Fuck!” Your body tensed up and your head threw back. “Mammon, Mammon!” You came for what felt like a century, powerful enough to make you go dumb, not feeling Mammon’s hands grip your waist.

Watching you try to regain your strength, he waited for the perfect moment to flip you around so that your were on your back. You hit the mattress and instinctively spread your legs and put your arms above your head. He pulled you to his hips and eyed your cum coated cunt before pressing his tip at your entrance. You felt a tinge of fear but that only enhanced your want for him.

He could see it too. “I’ll make you feel like you’ve never felt.” He slid in slowly, savoring how you twitched around him.

“Oh god…”

“Mmhmm.” His self-control was impeccable at this moment, feeling how you were still so tight from the shockwaves of cumming so hard. “You sure you can take it?”

“I wanna.” You responded without a second thought. “Fuck me until I can’t handle you anymore.”

He didn’t waste any time, thrusting into you the way he’s been craving all week. You wrapped your legs around him and cried out. Clenching your eyes together you gripped the sheets above you, pulling at what you could. You reached down to rub your clit again, trying to add to your pleasure, but the shock of the stimulation was so much that your whole body spasmed.

“Ah!” You cried out again.

“Keep touchin’ yourself, Mc.” Mammon demanded softly but desperately. You did as he asked and struggled around him, your body moving wildly from the overstimulation. Mammon watched you hungrily, wishing he could touch your clit too, but he was too busy holding your hips in place.

“Mammon!” You cried out again, repeating his name frantically as if was the only thing you knew. He listened to you cry out his name, loving how praised him.

“Keep sayin’ my name like that and I’m gonna cum.” The sound of your skin slapping together on top of your whines and pleads made him almost ecstatic. He was moaning with you, loving how your pussy pulled him in so perfectly and how you never once took your eyes off him. “Oh, I’m gonna fill you up so fucking good.”

You were chasing another orgasm, pushing yourself as much as you could, knowing Mammon was getting close again as well. You were pleading with him, begging for him to make you cum. “Mammon, I need more please!” You begged like he was denying you, though he fully intended to make you cum as hard as he could.

“Mc, I’m gonna cum again. I’m gonna cum all over your pussy!” His grip on your waist was bound to leave marks, but you didn’t mind. “Mc, beg for my cum.”

“Please, Mammon, cum inside me, please!” You struggled to get the words out, breathlessly begging him.

“Yes! Good fucking human!” He released, filling you to his hearts content. “Mc!” He slowed a little but continued his thrusting. “I don’t wanna stop.” Mammon was a mess now, twitching and shaking, his thighs trembling as he continued to thrust.

“Mammon, you look so fucking hot.” You reached for his head that was now leaning over you, pulling at his hair.

He whined more. “‘M not stoppin’, not till you cum again.” He used all of his strength to increase his pace, but his cries by now we’re loud and uncontrollable. He didn’t care who heard, not in this moment. “Fuck! Mc! It’s too fucking much!” He didn’t stop.

“Mammon I’m so close.” You pulled at his hair harder, his eyes rolling back.

“Cum for me! Please! I need you to cum!” Mammon was so beautiful and desperate, so overwhelmed. “I wanna feel you, make me feel more.” Even then, he wanted more.

“Mammon!”

“That’s right, cum Mc!”

“Mammon, I’m cumming!”

“Fuck! Good Mc, that’s so—FUCK!”

You cried louder than you ever have before, almost screaming as you came. Mammon’s body lost its strength and he nearly collapsed on top of you. His scream outdid yours, your name filling the walls surrounding you. You pushed his chest, unable to form the words “I’m done”, luckily he was pushed far enough as well.

“Mc, I can’t take anymore.” He breathed, closing his eyes as he used his arms to prop himself up.

“Me neither.” You helped him slide out of you, moving so he had more leverage. His cum followed his cock as it left your pussy, dripping onto his bed. “Sorry.”

“I don’t care, it’s okay.” He laid beside you, legs still tangled in yours. The two of you laid there, breathing heavily and seeing stars. “You okay?”

You turned your head toward him. “Yessir.” You put your forehead to his. “Are you?”

“Mmhmm.” He closed his eyes and reached for your cheek. “You always fuck me to sleep.”

You smiled. “We need to stop asking for things we know we can’t handle.” You turned to your side and reached for the towel you tossed into the floor earlier to wipe yourself.

Mammon shuffled his blankets back so the two of you could bury yourselves under them. “We? No, that was you.”

You got under the covers with him and kissed his forehead. “You said you’d fuck me til you dropped.”

“Well, I dropped!” He protested and kissed your lips. “Stop accusin’ me and let me hold you.”

“I’d never object to that.” You nuzzled into him and he wrapped his arms around you making you tangle your legs with his. “Never.”

“Better not. You’re stuck with me now.” With one last giggle, the two of you closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #mammon x mc #mammon #currently under mammons bed #mammon smut #obey me mammon x reader #obey me nightbringer

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demonlovingsheep · 4 months

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Which brother has the highest kill count in Obey Me? How and why they kill? This is what I think:

Lucifer. He is very strict, prideful, and very powerful. He caused the most casualties in the Celestial War no doubt. In the beginning of his demon years, lower demons would purposely get in his way to challenge him. The first one who tried did not live to tell the tale. The second one follows the fate of the first one. One by one, thousands by thousands would continue to increase Lucifer’s body count to the millions until lower demons finally got the message that he is not to be messed with. As for human casualties, I doubt there is a lot since he doesn’t like the taste of human flesh. If he was summoned by a cult or something, he is going to have fun manipulating those foolish souls. After all, he is a sadist.

Beelzebub. He is Lucifer’s body guard in the Celestial Realm, a Cherub that is one of the highest in terms of rank. Due to his strength, he can easily crush his opponents. When he became a demon, all his victims became his meal during his hunger rampage. His sin took full control of his body in the beginning and most of the time he wouldn’t know what’s happening until one of his brothers stops him or he has no other food source available. He probably does the same up in the human world when summoned by a cult if they don’t offer him a big enough meal as offering, then they become the meal themselves. When MC meets him in the original timeline, he still tries to eat us and we’re not allowed to sleep or be near him without another brother’s supervision. Even the brothers were afraid one of their toes was gonna be bitten off.

Leviathan. “Keep sending your soldiers. The ocean has plenty of space before it run out of gravesites for your people.” He controls the ocean, just sends out a tsunami or two and wipes every being away and let the corpse fall to the bottom to be eaten. Even if the victim has the ability to breathe underwater, he would summon Lotan to obliterate them. He never has to get handsy to increase his kill count. He does snack on a couple of humans that've been swept into the ocean by currents.

Satan: He unleashed hell when he was born, being the embodiment of wrath itself. He was separated from Lucifer and his other brothers when they fell. Since there is no one strong enough to hold him back, he wreaked havoc on anything and everything. He set the area around him into a green fire graveyard until he was eventually found and gets chained and shoved in a locker. He gets ticked off when summoned, and if it was for a stupid reason. If they mistaken him for Lucifer, which is pretty often, no one would live to tell the tale. It took decades for them to learn that he is not that damn arrogant bastard.

Asmodeus: Personally, I was conflicted between him and Mammon, but Asmodeus can snap more easily than Mammon. Even though he is the avatar of lust, he still has standards and boundaries. Most lower demons think he is easy to manipulate. Just compliment him, take him to a motel or bar, and get him when he’s vulnerable. The thing is that Asmo knows, and he has his own wicked plan in mind. Depending on his mood, he can either toy with the other demons for such a long time that the other demon will actually develop some feelings for him, all for it to crumble in the end. Like a heartbreak, but with their hearts literally removed and in Asmodeus’s hands. Asmo will still laugh and feign innocence like he hadn’t just gone sicko lover mode. Or he just snaps and completely loses it, charming the other person to bash their own skull against a wall until they are dead. He still refuses to get his clothes or nails stained.

Mammon: He wasn’t initially greedy, but he slowly grew to be the Avatar of Greed as he is. Mammon perhaps fakes his personality, just like how Satan would cover up his wrath with a smile. After all, how would one approach to make a business if he gives off a threatening aura. Maybe centuries as a shady business demon made him lose his sense of dignity along the way, but keep in mind he still knows his title as an Avatar. He flaunts it too, it’s just that it’s very hard to push him to the point of violence. So most demons don’t take him seriously. Money makes the world go round, but it’s the quickest way for someone to seek vengeance when someone doesn’t pay back what they own. Mammon generally plays by the rules even though he himself gambles in illegal places, but he still has business standards. If someone tries to cheat him out of his winnings, they will earn themselves a one way ticket to Mammon’s blacklist, which most of the time has four or five people in the waiting list so one shouldn’t count on time to delay Mammon’s wrath. He will make them pay. No amount of begging or bribery will work, by then the only way of paying back the “debt” is with one’s soul, which is worth even more than anyone can ever imagine. Hell, perhaps he deals with selling organs on the black market too after he finishes seeking vengeance. Organs are worth a good amount of money, either for hungry cannibalistic demons looking for a demon kidney as dinner or for mad scientist demons to run experiments on. Either way, business.

Belphegor: He is too lazy to kill, that’s all I can say. If you think it’s hard to get on Mammon’s blacklist, it’s even harder to get on Belphegor’s blacklist because he just doesn’t care…unless someone messes with his dear twin, Beelzebub. There will be no more peaceful rest for that person for the rest of their short life because Belphegor will make sure that they die in agony. He will curse the person so that whenever they are about to fall asleep, they will be jolted alive by some weird electric feeling. It’s like the feeling when you trip in your sleep (Hypnic Jerk), except it’s not an angel accidentally dropping your soul when bringing you to heaven, but a demon draining your sanity to live. It’s no brainer that sleep is very important as it keeps one’s mind and body functioning. For the victims of Belphegor however, they will never sleep again. They can try but are always jolted awake whenever they are on the edge to dreamland. Until many days has gone by where the person is basically a walking zombie at this point, they pray and try to fall asleep once again expecting for the same jolt feeling, except it didn’t happen. The victims can finally sleep, but this sleep feels more…permanent.

Author’s note: I started writing this draft like a year ago, and took it out today. I forgot what im exactly writing. It’s so shifty of what it’s meant to be. Think it was kill count and why, but it gradually moved onto killing methods of each. Don’t take it too seriously 👉👈. Hope y’all enjoy.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me belphegor #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me headcannons #obey me nightbringer #obey me spoilers #warning for demon behaviors and stuff???

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l3viat8an · 11 months

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HEY RO!!!!! 🌹

I don't remember which game or lesson it came from but I remember a scene where MC and Beel were looking through the fridge for a snack and there was a pudding(?) With Mammon's name on it and Beel said "Oh, this one has Mammon's name on it. That means it's up for grabs!" (Or something along those lines, I can't remember exactly) And It got me thinking...

Mammon putting a collar on MC with his name on it to "claim them as his own" but the other brothers just completely disregard it. In all honesty it only makes them more attracted to you. And they always make you leave it on while they fuck you! Mc is just passed around the brothers "Mom said it's my turn on the Xbox" style. The brothers also "use" you to get back at Mammon for various things he's done to them.

Lucifer: (this bitch is just on a power trip honestly)

He calls you in the middle of movie night with Mammon and tells you to come to his office right away. After you've been gone for some time Mammon comes after you to find you. He busts into Lucifer's office to see you absolutely covered in Luci's cum and Lucifer has you in a mating press on his desk, just ruthlessly ramming into you. He looks Mammon straight in the eye and chuckles sadistically as you cum on his cock again. And he just keeps on bullying your hole as he scoffs at Mammon

"Look at how pathetic you are~ Not even being able to protect your most valuable possession from me~"

Leviathan: (This bitch wants his money/stuff back, but for now he'll use you as retribution)

Mammon had gone out shopping and you were just chillin in his room, sitting on his bed and playing on your phone. Then Levi bursts into the room panting, fuming and yelling about his limited edition Ruri-chan figure. His gaze immediately locks on you and he grabs you. He drags you back to his room, mumbling about paying Mammon back for what he's done. He ties you up and edges you for hours until eventually, Mammon comes looking for you. Mammon is obviously enraged by the whole situation and Levi is just grinning sadistically, still torturing you, while Mammon throws a tantrum

"You took my prized possession, so it's only fair that I take yours"

Beelzebub: (Mammon ate his food)

You and Mammon are chillin on the couch, watchin some tv, but mostly talking. Beel wanders into the kitchen for a snack. Soon you hear a loud growl from the kitchen and Beel storms into the living room absolutely livid. He doesn't say a word to Mammon and justs plucks you off the couch and tosses you over his shoulder. He marches to the dining room with Mammon in tow protesting loudly. Once he gets there, he plops you down on the table and pulls up a chair. He rips off your bottoms and just goes to town eating you. He holds you in place (because Mammon is probably tryna pull you away) and just eats you for as long as he feels like even through your pleas for him to slow down.

"You ate my food, so now I'm going to eat them instead"

(Obviously everything is consensual w safewords and such in place. They do love you after all)

~🍒

Levi’s?????? Hsksheuwban-

Lemme just add Satan cuz this idea is lovely~ 🍒~

Satan’s been roped into tutoring you and Mammon again, but Mammon skipped. Coming up with some lame excuse like he had a photo shoot or something-

And while Satan’s always happy to get some time alone with you, this means he’ll have to tutor Mammon separately……and ofc you’re still walking around with that damned collar with Mammon’s name on it!! unless you end up distracted-

And that’s how Mammon finds you a few hours later, he walked into the library already sayin’ how he’s sorry he late and how his shoot ran long, only to look over and see you bent over the table while Satan pounds you from behind.

Satan doesn’t even falter as he makes eye contact with Mammon, “You’re late.”

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meowsgirldrawing · 1 year

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Obey Me! Brothers as Fathers

Kinda part of that Poly! AU I’ve talked about before. So this can be read as either that or separate. The kids are all original characters, but MC can be read as any gender in this. Remember- this is Devildom so any way of kids happening could go. Either surrogate, magic ways, or natural so literally, anybody can read this. (Male, Female, Gender Neutral, whatever you prefer is all Welcomed <;3)

Not my best work, but I like it enough to post it. So yeah...

Enjoy^^

AOT Link- https://archiveofourown.org/works/46350262

Masterlist- Link

Warnings?- Talks of violence (Satan’s), Use of the word Sl*t and derogatory terms/harrasment (Mammon’s) and that’s mostly it. Asmo calls someone a b*tch but thats basic Asmo at this point.

Lucifer---------------------

He feels the urge, the one he’s felt with his brothers for years. To sigh, to pitch his brow, an outward showism of his displeasure of the situation.

But he ignores it because he knows what reaction he’ll get from the little girl at his feet. She’ll curl up tighter, grip the plastic of her glasses tenser in those small hands of hers.

Practically achieve the exact opposite of what he wants.

He manages a silent sigh, joining her level in a kneel.

“Lillie..” The noirette head doesn’t budge much, if only, just to bury further. He doesn’t comment and instead runs a soothing palm across her back. Soothing out the creases along her small uniform. “What’s the matter? Do you no longer want to participate?”

The small crowd of parents in the auditorium is loud. If he were in his demon form, surely it would’ve been louder. Thankfully, this form allows him to hear his little one.

“....mnm…” Well. Barely.

“Darling, I can’t understand when your face is covered.” Gently so, when she picks it up, his fingers trail to cup her cheek. It’s damp. And continues to be so as new tears prick out and smear downward. His thumb rubs in little wipe-aways.

“..I dunno..I’m scared.”

“Scared of what?” For a man known for such high power, his voice stays low.

“The stage..I don’t want to go up..” Her eyes dart to the theater doors in front of them then back.

“And why’s that?” A small part of him feels like it’s wavering on powerless and helpless as her bottom lip wobbles.

“Cause…Cause I-I don’t want to..to embarrass you.”

Stab. Twist.

His sigh spooks her but she keeps her chin high at him. She knows lowering it back down won’t help either.

“Darling, you can never embarrass me. At the very least not on stage.”

“I can’t?”

“Of course not.” Lucifer offers a smile, and brings his hand to her head, gently pulling out the tangles in small strokes. “You want to know why?”

Her brow furrows, seeming entirely confused. When she can’t think of anything, the same eyes as his spouse greets him again.

“Cause you’re my daughter. And what’s our family known for?”

“..Pride?”

“Exactly. I have never been un-prideful of you. And I never will be.” He takes her glasses, her grip falling without hesitation. Giving them a good cleanse from tears and dirt of the dangling coat on his shoulder, he pushes her long locks away, mindful of the pins, and slides her glasses slowly back.

Cheezy at best, and his spouse will be surely teasing him about it later, but it brings a smile to her face. One shy but growing.

He helps her up, patting off her patterned skirt and button up. And once she looks composed, his arm finds her violin. It was a few feet away, a hazard that thankfully didn’t come true.

“Now…Lillith..”The face of a suddenly new girl shines back at him as he turns around, violin stretched for her grasp. “Do you no longer want to participate?”

A similar gleam to the one of a certain human flickers as she takes it. “ I do.”

“Good.” He bends slightly, kissing the 7 year old’s forehead, “Then do me even prouder, my dear.”

Mammon--------------

A snort escapes him before he can even want to try and stop it. Why should he? This is comedy gold!

The other demon, one tight in some odd get up, is basically begging to get away from his fiery hellspawn.

A 15 year old girl. He’s pretty sure if she had better control of her power, she’d be using it to make that pale hair of hers turn into fire, really playing into the ‘You fucked up really damn bad” card.

Just like his little human back at home.

What brought this whole thing on?

Simple.

As the father-daughter duo just finished up a nice day of shopping, trying to look for a new outfit for her 16th next Friday, they decided to stroll pass on the lonely street on their laughter-filled walk home. Sweet Varya was just-a bubbling with excitement, her two shaded eyes brimming with possibilities. 16. Sixteen. The big teen! While Mammon was a tad solemn at the idea of her getting bigger, another year gone until the pending day she won’t need her dear old man anymore, he couldn’t help but share the excitement. His sole focus was her and not letting anything make her upset today.

And he was doing a remarkable streak!.....Until someone had to jump in and ruin it.

“Hey sl*t!”

Mammon’s head snapped, finding the demon leering from afar. His daughter rolled her eyes and tugged on his jacket, “C’mon pops.” She already heard enough of this at school. Just ignore ‘em and move on.

“Hey!” They’re quick, making it across the street, following in from several good meters behind them, “I’m talkin’ to ya, b*tch!”

Mammon wraps an arm around her, something he questions why he didn’t before. His glare is searing from under his hood. “She ain’t interested, pal.” He feels a wack on his arm.

The other demon just up and ignores him, “C’mon beautiful, ditch this f*cker already, yeah?”

It went similar to this for a good minute longer, the two trying to ignore their presence, even Mammon moving to stop and wanting to ape on their ass but Varya pulls him away, claiming he’s worth nothin’.

The demon, hearing this loud and clear, starts spitting insult after insult at Mammon.

Varya’s been very calm about this, praying to get home without dealing with a fight she knows her dad will win, up until the demon spats out his last insult.

“Scummy f*ckin’-”

Within mere seconds the demon was forced to the ground.

Aaaaaand here we are now.

“Who gives ya tha damn right to talk ta my father that way?!”

“Nani?!” The demon screeches.

She may not be facing him, but it’s little thought of her appearance.

Gold lacing her irises, maybe the same tipping into her snow hair that dangles past her upper torso, teeth bared and baby fangs out. Varya not fearing a ting of holding back. “My old man is someone yer very lucky thinks more than fights, cause if he were anyone else, you’d be more than sobbin’ on tha ground right now, ya soddin’ sot!”

‘Soddin’ sot?’ “Must’ve gotten it from Satan or Luci.” His mumbles don't reach either pair of ears. Huh..He should’ve gotten some popcorn if he knew this was gonna happen. Okay, obviously he’s not happy with hearin’ his little girl get called derogatory shit, but her reaction now… by-his-previous-father get him a camera cause this is amazing.

Though all good things must come to an end…

His back pocket vibrates. As his daughter keeps backlashing obscenities in front of him, the demon forever continuing to cower under her wrath, Mammon hums a little tune while plucking the device up.

His arms adjust all the bags he grasps onto one arm, unlocking the screen, a nice photo of his sweet human and their hellraising daughter of course, and dragging up the messages.

My Treasure: Are you guys on the way yet? I got the noodles on the way.

His fingers go fast. He hears some added shuffling upfront.

Mams<3: Ya better believe it. Might take a sec tho. Yer daughter’s dealin’ with some shrub.

My Treasure: Get her to kick their ass later then, otherwise she’ll miss the food.

“Yo, darls. Yer mom’s/pop’s askin’ for ya. We gotta get home quick if we don’t wanna miss dinner.” He calls out, shoving back his phone.

“Yeah yeah..” Just when the mess on the ground thinks she’s finally done, tired of her torment as she spins on heel. She has little to no hesitation in proving him wrong.

Twisting back around and slamming down a good, and I mean good, few inch heel right into the ground.

Mere centimeters from their groin.

Mammon lets a low whistle ride at the sight of short cracks in the ground. Guess she does have good control.

The demon is whimpering, shaking from his very core as their pale face is stuck at the sight. Their eyes flick up, meeting that dangerous gold. “Try somethin’ like that again….”

“-And you’ll burn all their favorite toy collections?!” Howls Mammon.

“What?” Varya’s lips pull into a pout, “Not my fault I guessed right.”

“Oh yes! ‘Cause that just made it even fuckin’ better!” His laugh goes echoing down the street.

“What do you mean? ‘Even better’?”

Mammon keeps the voice the same, full of humor, “Just knowin’ how ya think of yer pops.” He says it so nonchalant too. “I’m glad yer startin’ ta think that now. Be a pain if ya didn’t.”

Varya’s smirk wipes away, a frown replacing it. She...wasn’t expecting that.

“...Dad.”

His hand that was at the gate, ready to just push it and follow in, stills at her palm on his sleeve, “The hell ya talkin’ about?” Her head shakes as if she can’t believe her ears.

“That…that you don’t think I’m some scummy fucker?” He reiterates.

“I’ve never thought that of ya?.. It be stupid if I did.”

Mammon may or may not have cried in his spouse’s arms that night.

Leviathan-----------

He should web search:

Can human/demon hybrid children survive long times in water?

His phone is just casually placed on the sink a few feet behind him, wouldn’t take long.

Like 5…or 10…or 1 minute long.

……………..

How long does it take for a human to pass out again??

He doesn’t have a f-ing clue! Oh..how he wishes MC stayed longer, they’d know exactly what to do.

Pressing the towel against his tank top, bending into his knee, he ruffles up his TSL patterned night pants, dipping a leg into the water.

The tub was big enough to be considered a kiddie pool instead of a usual tub, but still just as deep. His son just had to convince him to use it for bathtime, and he also just had to convince him of how great it would be to add in lots of bubbles.

Yeah.. His hand tries to wats away some out of his path, very great…said no one but his son.

“Rhomb!” His whistle beats into the sizable bathroom, “Come out! Pappa can’t see you!”

You’d think the bubbles would keep out a child of Rhomb’s age from trying to diver under constantly, yeah? Well, thanks to Mc’s grand and lovely mind- seriously it was quite smart at the time-, they were able to get tear-free bath bubbles, as he did keep going under water.

In the few moment’s Levi’s ever had, he once again curses his more aquatic biology.

Keeping a tight grip on his rolled up pants- they may be rolled up, safely out of water, but you never know!- he carefully shuffles around the bath, eyes wide alert for any shifting waters.

He has to go slow, otherwise, he might end up with a snappy toddler and his aching tiny tail.

And that just be- wait..

Woh, there!

At one side of the tub, closer to the one with a mirror, a sliver of light purple slides up then back down again, quick as a whip.

Following the slight wave of the water, it’s suddenly more clear despite the constant bubble brigade, he can see Rhomb’s pattern.

Swim around the ring, stop at the mirror and turn clockwise or counterclockwise. Huh…

In rare moments, here and there, he can see that dark purple mop of hair on his head tease the surface, eyes hidden well. But not enough, Levi can see him watching him. A tilt of his son’s head through the wading waters and he’s off swimming again.

A shiver runs up his back.

It’s like a damn shark.

Oh come on, you stupid otaku! You’ve been the Admiral of Hell’s Navy for millenniums! You’ve fought in the Great Celestial War alongside your siblings, dealt with un-amountable and hellish enemies even after, are you really going to be afraid of a tiny, pipsqueak, guppy-looking-

Yes. Yes he is.

First rule of having a human/demon child, class-Fish-

Avoid the chompers.

But- The water sloshes against a higher part of his leg, the yelp-worthy cold shooting up his nerves, if not, more. He has to get his son out before the cold sets in and a grumpy toddler won’t be the worst of his problems.

With that and an affirming nod to himself, he braces a leg, summons up his tail for extra leverage and gets his game face on.

Funny, he should’ve really been paying more attention….he would’ve been able to see the glimpse of purple riding up behind him.

Time blip---^^^

MC returns home close to an hour later, tugging off their jacket and half-hazardly tossing the keys into the stationed bowl.

Their call echos in their lovely abode, yet goes unanswered.

When pausing at the kitchen doorway, it becomes clear as to why.

Set in one of the dining chairs is Levi, eyes tinged a bit red around the dark look he gives off. Hollow and defeated.

The poor papa flinches as their 3 year old’s teeth sinks further into the dark purple tail coiled around him and his blanket. Golden laced eyes leering up at Levi.

“...Should I ask..?”

Levi only mouths one word, ‘Help.’

Satan-----------

Libbey has kept her head down since being picked up.

The school called up her father, explaining her little incident with another student at lunch, claiming she violently attacked the poor other demon. Satan had no will to believe it until he saw the photos.

Before he made any real assumptions, he turned to her and asked her reasoning for this attack.

Now they’re driving, possibly home. She can handle a phone being taken away, most likely grounded from anything fun for the week suspension that’s been bestowed upon her, but she dreads the impending lecture.

Oh dear, would Lucifer join? Both in the same room? Giving her a lecture that could last her unknowing mortal/immortal life as they know it?

Where’s mamma/papa when you need them?

“We’re here.”

Gnawing her cheek, she bites back a groan as she lolls her eyes up.

She’s fully expecting to see the suspicious opening of their homey gates, maybe the rare glance of Cerberus minding the perimeter in his patrol, a sibling or two out and about making their chaos known to the world.

She doesn’t get that. Instead, she gets a nice and cozy looking cafe shop, a simple yet cottage core vibe sign planted on the front, with a giant, winking cartoon cat next to an equally cartoonish coffee treat. On the outside, there are various sets of outdoor furniture such as tables and chairs sat under colorful and patterned umbrellas.

“...Are we at a cat cafe?” Her lips are close to making her mumble as her eyes stray on the collared cats wandering around the windows.

“Yep” He pops the ‘p’, grabbing his wallet. “Come on.”

Libbey gapes at her father getting out. When her brain catches up, she’s already scrambling out of the car, calling out to him, “D-dad! But-but I got into a fight!”

“Yeah you did.” Satan’s going at a leisurely pace, eyes glimmering at the myriad of cats that await him.

“I fractured his wing!”

“Yep.”

“I gave him lacerations all over, even on his tail! That’s one of the most sensitive spots on a demon’s body!”

“Oh yeah..” His feet falter in their next step, then proceeds with as little as a thrown over the shoulder, “That’s correct.”

Libbey hands twitch for her hair, “He possibly has a concussion for what I did!”

“I would suspect so after getting tossed like a ragdoll at a wall.”

“DAD!” Her hand clings to his jacket, tugging him back, “Why are we here??”

“Why wouldn’t we?” He answers, adding in a suspicious tilt of the head, “You were only defending yourself.”

“But I-”

“Libbey, I need you to understand this.” His sleeve escapes but soon lands a hand on her shoulder, “You may have lost some control of your anger. It happens, but I know you know better too. I will never punish you for defending yourself, alright?”

His hand shifts, now behind her shoulder to start nudging. When she tries to object, still flabbergasted at his response, he’s quick to shut her possible words up with, “Now get inside so we can play with the cats.”

Asmodeus--------

Circle number 1,589

Circle number 1,590

Circle number 1,591

Circle number-

“We get it, Asmo! You’re worried! Now pipe it down and join our show or get out!!” Mammon practically hisses. He’s here to get away from his counting based job, not to do something entirely similar.

Asmo stops steamrolling in his 1,592nd circle behind the couch. Leviathan is too engrossed into the film to comment his own coequal tease. Truthfully, it would fall on deaf ears as Asmo doesn’t hesitate to roughly spin around, seething at the teeth.

“I’m more than worried! I’m fretting!!!” His fangs threaten blindly to a nonchalant Mammon. Said brother’s offer is an uninvolved eye roll, flicking back to the scene playing out on the flat screen.

Asmo’s chest lets out a great huff, marching right over and in front of Mammon, arms crossed.

A resounding moan shows his brother’s discontempt, edging his head left and right to try and see the screen. “Amso! Seriously?!”

“My sweet baby boy is out there with a possible witch-bitch, all alone without me or our darling, MC to back him up! Who knows how his…date..could have been raised?!” Hurriedly, his pacemarking starts right up again, this time doing odd circles around the couch, “They probably didn’t even bring him flowers!”

“Didn’t he do the flower thing?” Levi avoids Mammon’s swats and hisses. He scoots away from their kicking and whining older brother.

“YES! But that’s because I raised him to be the perfect gentleman!”

“And MC.” Mammon relents once.

“Yes- But who knows how that other child thinks??” His feet pause in their momentum for a preferable deride, “My baby must be miserable!”

“Why are you so worried about it anyway?” Mammon’s finger rubs at his ear before flicking, “The kid is 16, almost 17 now.”

“Besides, he’s literally half demon,” Levi swallows down, licking off chocolate, “After passing nearly every single test Lucifer and Satan have thrown at him about self defense, I think Quinn can handle himself.”

That has Asmodeus, the always extravagant diva, screeching to a halt. Ugh! Yes, he knows his son if more than capable to protect himself if need be. But- he’s talking about mentally. Emotionally.

Beel may be the one picked out as the most emotionally in-tuned brother, especially when it comes to the kids, but Asmo….Quinn is his diamond in the rough, one that he prides himself in protecting as his might lets him.

Especially when it involves his own sin.

These two won’t get it… Asmo scorns a final look over his shoulder, before retreating from the living room.

Time Blipppppp

Quinn lets the door close behind him, locking it up before ringing and tossing his keys into the bowl of many,many personally designed keys plotted abutting the door.

His whistling follows him into the dubbed ‘Kids’ Kitchen. It’s just an extra kitchen made for the kids to keep Beel from raiding all the attendants in the household of food.

He pops open a cold pop, leaning into the island’s top whilst thumbing through his phone.

Quinn lets slip a muffled chuckle at the photos he and the-honest-to-the-all-not-mighty cute witch he’s been able to treat tonight. Such a shy one too, hiding behind his arm in between getting jumpscared by a raunchy horror attraction after the next.

In face of horror, they continued to give him a bright smile in the midst of their excited hopping, so he’s confident they enjoyed it just the same. He’ll make sure to bring them to a more relaxed type of date next time however.

The silence that is 2 AM gets barged open by an Asmodeus sized battering ram.

Frantic footsteps, that are the only ones Quinn can detect but not ready for, fly for the kitchen entrance. Asmo darts around it’s corner, and immediately throws arms around Quinn.

“QUINN!”

The teen stumbles back, smacking his pop down to keep from spilling. His free arm clutches his dad’s robe, begging for steadiness. “ Dad?! ”

Asmodeus pops up and his hands flag to Quinn’s face, “Are you ok? How was the date??”

Although the dramatic behavior from Asmodeus wouldn’t be new to him, it’s late . Asmo’s usually in bed by now, clinging to his routine like a lifeline if no plans are made previously. All for the sake of his precious skin.

Quinn blinks once then twice, “Uh..Great?”

Asmo gasps as if he’s found out the worst news, “That’s a question! I knew it!” He nearly breathes out fire, hands planting at Quinn’s shoulders, “I promise you, you can tell me what happened! I will never judge you, my darling. No matter what it is!”

But..he thought he already told him what happened technically? He and his date had a night all year around Haunted Circus. They never changed plans. Even if they did so, Quinn promised to let them know in case they needed to know location wise.

Resting his own hands on top of Asmo’s, his voice turns odd, “..We went to the Haunted Circus like I told you we would, ate ice cream, and some popcorn. Y’know, the usual?” At his father’s crossed features, he adds, “We never changed location. I would’ve told ya if we did, pops.”

It takes a moment of silence between them. Then silk pink shoulders drop, “That’s it?”

Quinn nods, brow still raised.

Suddenly it’s like he never panicked, never cried. His mood completely flips like a coin, all preppy and piper once again. He releases a long sigh of relief, and shines a smile.

Quinn gets pulled into a hug, arms tight around his shoulders, “Thank goodness!~ I was working up an icky sweat there for a second! I’m glad you had a good time, baby!” He pulls back for a second, eyes flashing in gold mixed with high pinks, “Right?~”

For the sake of everyone, including himself, Quinn just nods. Only for his deadpan face to turn into a soft smirk when getting yanked into a new hug.

Eyes roll with no real meaning as he circles his arms right back, patting his Dad’s upper back. “Pops.”

“Hm?” Asmo hums into his shoulder, fiddling with his jacket.

“They’re ace.”

His body stills, waiting a beat or two, then relaxes, “Oh.”

Quinn can’t help his chuckle, squeezing Asmo once, “I’m good. Promise.”

Asmodeus sighs again, this time it’s heavy and as if he’s just released all his worries at once, “I know…I just-” His body sags, leaning tighter on Quinn.

“I know, pops. I know.”

“I love you.” He whispers. Part of him hasn’t a clue why. Another definitely does.

Quinn copies, grinning into his shoulder, “I love you too, Dad.”

Beelzebub-------

She’s so tiny.

Is tiny ok?

He expected her to be big, considered at least a bit above average for humans. Not only for her demon blood, but for his, the father’s, size. He gets compared to Diavolo himself a lot, and even without those teases, he knows he’s a big guy.

Yet…

She came out so little.

6 pounds, 8.5 ounces. MC said that’s considered a little below average.

Fingers, so frail and so gentle, touch the hand that hovers near her.

Beel gulps, glancing to his side. Belphie leans on his cow pillow, watching the interaction with a soft look, lidded eyes. The same colored eyes match in gaze.

He decided to stick to Beel as MC rested, planting himself down and staying silent besides small sighs of usual sleepiness here and there.

It’s like he could tell his nerves spiked up at the single thought of being alone with the newborn. Like he couldn’t trust himself enough, silently hoping for MC or Belphie, or any of his other brothers who were hanging out in the room next over.

“You’re fine.” Belphie mutters. His hand lays by his coddling arm.

“She’s small.” Beel whispers. The shock hasn’t made an inch of moving yet.

“I know,” His lip quirks, “Ironic, huh?”

“She might have my eating habits.”

A snort comes at the word ‘habits’ before Belphie starts silently chuckling, not wanting to wake the sleepy girl. “The only thing Lucifer might hate.”

“She can stay tiny.”

“Maybe, some of them human kids do turn chunky quick.”

“She might be more human.”

The thought came to mind more after she was born. Before, it was different, if was like ‘Oh, she’s going to have human blood’ and that was it.

No, now . Now it’s different.

Now it hit- stabbed- slapped him square in the face, just as much as her squishy image did when she was passed over to him so gently-like. All bundled up, curled in a small, whimpering ball of proof of his love for MC. A love that has taken hold of him and molded, no, extended vastly over the same little baby in his arms.

He’s not a poet by any means. Sure, he acknowledges his soft persona towards his loved ones, but never been a poet or writer. But, he could have sworn the moment reminded him so much of those books Satan or Lucifer have read aloud sometimes.

It stunned him just as much as it scared him.

“Yeah.” His twin offers up a shrug, leaning back, “That’s what happens when a human and demon have a kid.”

“She’ll be more vulnerable.” Beel feels a frown come on, staring down at the swaddled infant. He’s seen the other side of vulnerability. It’s scary, suffocating, you feel as if you can’t escape from its clutches no matter how hard you try. It’s even worse if a monster is the one…

He swallows, facing morphing into a faint grimace, if a monster is the one eating you.

Second nature takes over, Belphie’s hand swaying up to touch his blanketed arm. “Beel.”

The ginger doesn’t move his head an inch, but his eyes glance back up. Belphie’s soft look is gone, but it lingers, only just barely. His brother needs to understand.

“She’s not going to get hurt.” Belphie’s finger lifts, pointing at a sleeping MC, “For one, she’s got a kick-ass parent 1 over there, who’s been through hell and back with us, literally, to the point that people would have to kill them to get to her. And even then, gotta deal with their return.” And with a grin like he’s used to this joke by now, “I should know, honestly.”

Before Beel can lecture him, Belphie side swipes his comment and continues, waving a hand to the door, “ 2nd, she’s got a whole squad of demon family members who’d stop at nothing to keep her safe, myself included.”

Beel watches his direction turn to him; he damps down the urge to squeeze his arms barely a centimeter, “3rd, she’s not only got more demons- including the King himself and his lame-ass butler, but a magical weirdo human, an angel and his dog. Plus-” Belphie smirks, a mix between soft and smug, as he waves towards Beel,

“She’s got one of the most soft-hearted, yet most unyieldingly protective Dad in all three realms, who’d I know already will succeed anytime someone so much as dares to breathe wrong in her direction.” With that, he crosses his arms and flops back in the chair. “She’s going to be fine, Beel. Everyone knows it, including you .”

Beel stares at him a second, processing everything. Thoughts swirl in his head, many wanting to disagree with Belphie, new ones ready to snap at those, and others that keep going back and forth between both groups.

Belphie doesn’t comment on his face, but Beel soon notices the eye widening and lip quirking.

He’s staring at his Frankie.

As soon as he joins, he gets why he can’t stop.

She’s looking up at him. Fingers gracing the pink and white blanket edge, gripping just a little in small fists before letting go; her mouth stays slightly open, as if vaguely gaping at the giant infront of her. Her hints of ginger hair peek through the blanket as she tilts her head faintly.

But the thing that has both twins stopping in their tracks,

The purple eyes. Tinged with the classical match of poppy red closer to the edge, they practically beam up, focused solely on him. For eons, the only other person the twin’s have known to have those eyes were each other. It was just about the only thing they had in common beside their brotherly love for each other and the people around them. Everything else had been different one way or another, from colors, to activities, to hobbies, to who they were as people.

Now someone else shared their eyes.

Beel feels his throat tighten for once. MC had been able to make him feel full for the first time when they met, a feeling that could barely ever change even if Beel himself tried to make it so. It seems that has extended too.

They hardly change effect as she suddenly grins, all gummy and squishy cheeks.

When her hand flies up, reaching for him, a shaky hand covers it.

He will protect her , Belphie’s hand pats his shoulder, a half chuckle/half covered sniffle meeting his ears, he promises.

Belphegor--------

“Papa” Patting at his cheek. More patting joins at his arm.

“Popi!” A whine at his right, echos that is the growl of, “Papa!” at his left.

Belphegor mutters a curse in the blessed Devildom tongue, shifting and flopping into a comfortable position. Away from his kids.

Behind him is a huff, Ryder hissing out, “Papa!”

“Papa is sleeping.” Waves off Belphie, tucking his arm back under his classic cow pillow. Too hyper for him. If the two didn’t look like him, both having a relatively noticeable amount of faded indigo hair, he’d think they’d be Mammon’s kids instead.

The noise dies down for a limited moment or two before two small bodies find themselves on him, one tugging at his arm while the other trying to annoy him by being as limp as possible.

“Paaaa!” River whines. Belphie’s eye twitches. His tail lifts, and goes on pushing at them. Shoo shoo. A drastically tinier tail swats back at it. Probably Ryder, he tends to keep his tail out more.

“Whaaaaat?” Belphie mocks dramatically in return.

Ryder, able to get the tail back enough, “We have a question!” the tail flicks and bops forward, meeting his face. Sputtering, he fights it back, growling about ‘weirdo dad’. A smirk crawls on Belphie’s face. Ryder wacks the limb away again, glaring at his annoyance of a dad the whole time.

“What.”

It’s only now they pause in their annoying ways. The twins have a moment of looking at each other, sharing a silent conversation. Ryder looks insistent, small brows down in a frown. At the same time, River doesn’t glance around, but tilts their head with a pouty lip.

Belphie’s ready to close his eyes and sleep again. A hand pats his face. “Papa”

Lifting his hand, he covers their face right back. “River.”

Ryder does the talking, “ How are babies made?”

Nope.

His blankets dip further down as he rolls away, covering the back of his head with the giant pillow he’s always dragged around with him for major eons. “Go ask Mammon.”

Ryder’s huff flips with crossed arms, “ He said to ask you.”

“Yeah!” River’s tail swishes as he relaxes on the bed, belly flop style.

“Go ask Lucifer then.”

“He’s out with Uncle Diavolo.”

“King Diavolo!” Corrects River. But Ryder’s only response is, “Shut up.”

Belphie lifts the pillow for one second, flapping his tail at Ryder, “Don’t tell your brother to shut up.” A second later, he’s turning to River, “But don’t call him that.”

Again, with the small pout, but they sigh and nod. Although, it’s plainly clear it’s as reluctant as his morning schedule.

They seriously need to stop hanging so much with Lucifer. Loves his older brother, seriously, but he doesn’t need at least one of his kids mimicking him now.

It’s like a nightmare come true.

“Satan.”

“He started going on a lecture that we were too young to hear about it but-”

“Ryder asked him if that made him Lucifer’s kid.” Belphie snorts at River’s pointed finger. Ryder smacks it down without looking at him.

“We were kicked out of his room.”

Belphie’s face says it all. He’s amused. Not surprised. Maybe a tad impressed with their unconcerned attitudes about it. His kids are just as mischievous as him, quote unquote from MC themselves.

Poor Satan though, his co-CEO of Anti-Lucifer club.

Such shame.

Anyway-

“Asmode-” Belphie actually gives a good brain cell a turn there, then backtracks, shaking his head. Horror fills his mind at what Asmo could say, “Actually, don’t ever ask Asmodeus. I will catch you both if you do.”

His oldest twin scrunches his nose, the younger one sticks out his tongue and mocks a gag, “You think we’re stupid?” Ryder gapes.

“You think?” River echoes.

“How about Beel?” As weird as it is, Beel might know how to explain it the right way. And to kids nonetheless? Hell, he’d probably use the most oddly ‘child friendly’ way of explaining ‘it’ to a child.

“Out with Momma/Dad.” Both this time. River plays pattycake with the bed, patting his hands in a rhythmic motion.

Damn it. That means MC is off the list too. Ughhhhhh.

His head flies back under the pillow, “Then no.”

There’s a short growl before sudden weight falls on him. He groans, huffing into his pillow while River giggles out a call of their brother’s name then joins in at Belphie’s side.

“Tell us!” A proud demand from the hybrid on his back. Hands gripped into his hoodie, tugging and yanking with all his might. Belphie’s body did shift slightly, not enough however. “You don’t wanna know, kid.”

River half growls, “Yes we do!”

“Nah, kid. Seriously-” The two lock eyes. Their dad looks almost entirely serious for once. “You don’t.” There's been a handful of times their dad has looked serious, and for him to look close to it. They’re inclined to believe him.

They turn, opening their mouth to stop Ryder when he stumbles, somehow on someone’s back, and starts falling. A yelp escapes his lips, sliding as quick as lightning off their dad’s back and off the side of the bed.

Now the bed isn’t big. He’d probably get the most, a biggish bruise if he fell too hard.

Still, Belphie’s tail flies out, grabbing his son by the waist, and yanking him back to safety, back to him. Flipping back on his side, gently pushing River away a fair amount, he opens his arms and lets his tail drop the kid like an old fashioned airdrop.

Ryder would grunt at impact, if he wasn’t already swaddled by an unexpected hug by Belphie.

Wait,

did I say hug?

I meant trap.

The arms around him are tough to beat, caging him in like a rat in a snake coil. As he squirms and snarls, desperate to get free, Belphie’s head plays with his hair, “Oh my sweet son. Oh my sweet boy.”

“DAAD!!”

“SOOOO soso beautiful!”

“I’M A BOY!”

“You saying a boy can’t be beautiful?” He tsks, “Asmodeus is gonna be heartbroken.”

At first, River is laughing, been giggling at the sight since they saw Ryder safe. When eyes turn on them however, they’re immediately bolting.

Again the tail. Again the kid falling.

The twins are as different as the ying yang symbol. One is fighting for freedom, growling and hissing kiddie curses at Belphie; the other is giggling away and acting like they’re the same, but they’re really just snuggling in deeper and clutching onto Belphie’s left arm.

Noisy kids.

Belphie smirks as he lets out another tease, furthering Ryder’s temper, his kids.

Heres the kids if people are interested- I will post more about them soon, so look out!

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