#satan x mc
Pact Marks | All Brothers
Request: pact mark hc with the brothers?
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[ U N D A T E A B L E S ]
Lucifer would place his pact mark on the space where your neck meets your ear, somewhere modest and easy to hide, something you could show and hide as you pleased. Though you could hide it, it was in an obvious spot, fitting for the Avatar of Pride. When you summon him or speak with him through it the pact mark glows a deep blue.
If you wear your hair down, he will play with your hair before rubbing the mark gently, and if he is in an extra soft mood he'll give it a quick kiss before moving on. If you wear your hair up he feels prideful, more so than usual, and it intensifies even more if it is a formal gathering where any and all can see it. He'll be glued to that one side where the mark is, and he'll lean in to whisper to you whenever he wants to speak with you, giving a quick kiss to it or just touching it before standing up again.
His pact mark with you on the palm of his hand, and he finds himself thumbing it mindlessly to comfort himself, he starts to understand why Beel does it when he's nervous. Lucifer isn't nervous though, he just likes to remind himself of you, he likes to touch the mark that proves you're both bound together in such a way. When he speaks to you through the mark or tries to look through your eyes, activating the mark, it glows a bright white and reminds him of a blessing mark that angels give.
Having a pact with Lucifer makes him feel light, in a literal and metaphorical sense, every time he even thinks of it.
You bring him light that he thought he had lost long ago.
Mammon would keep your pact mark on your collar bone, in the center, right where your throat dips into your chest. He knew you were caring, and being around you had him feeling different, and he wanted to be greedy. Since he is more emotionally inclined, I like to think that he can connect with souls and auras better, so when he felt your soul and looked at it a bit closer he felt so connected to it he knew he wanted to get close with you. It glows a bright gold when it activates, and he loves it, so sometimes when you're sleeping he'll call to the mark and kinda just look in amazement.
Since he is very touchy, he loves to lay his head down on it, and listens to your heart and the soft buzz of his magic in your skin. He falls asleep fastest on those nights.
His mark with you is in the same place, and like his older brother when you use it it glows a soft white, something he loves since it matches well with his demon markings. Run your nails over it and the boy m e l t s. Since he had his collar opened all the time he loves when people see it, he makes pacts with witches all the time but this is the first time he's allowed a mark on him, and this honestly has everyone just lowkey s h o o k. Like Mammon? The pact whore for grimm? Allowed a mark? on H I M ?
Having a pact with Mammon makes him feel pride, ironically, but also loved and wanted.
He actually feels like an equal, when all else isn't, this is the one time where it's you AND him.
His pact mark on you is on your foot and wraps around your ankle, it seems easy to hide, but you can never really hide it. Unless you're wearing shoes that cover your ankle often or pants that don't ride up your ankle, it's always showing somewhere. He is a strong swimmer and loves to see you swim too, so he knows legs are important for the task, and that's where the idea of placing his mark on your ankle came from. Sometimes, he'll jump in the tank with you, and since he can breathe underwater with his gills (broski I like the idea of him having gills P L E A S E), he'll sit back and chill with Henry swimming around his head, seeing your mark move with the rest of your leg.
When you use the mark, it becomes a soft orange, the same shade that hides behind his eyes when they become more snake-like. Lay your legs over him when he's playing games and he'll settle the controller on your other ankles, letting his fingers brush against the mark on the other. Little shit will even let his claws some out just to scratch them lightly and tickle you like a motherfucker.
His mark is on the ankle opposite of yours, so when you're both cuddling he'll link your ankle around his, the feeling of you WITH him blows his mind sometimes. Same case when he uses it, glows white, due to you being a human and having such a bright soul.
Having a pact with Leviathan makes him feel like he's worth something.
You helped him gain confidence and become a demon that deserves the title of Avatar of Envy.
His pact mark runs from the top of your calf to about mid-thigh, right on the back of your leg, it's large, slender, and delicate. It glows neon green when activated, something that he honestly finds cool as hell, because:
1. It's something that means you have a piece of him with you.
2. You make it look awesome.
3. It's honestly so fucking cool.
Like Levi, when you're both relaxing, him reading and you doing work/listening to music, and your legs are on his, he'll touch the mark mindlessly and feel so at peace. But, if you're ticklish, guess who also is a little shit. If you're in bed, and laying on your stomach, he'll lay his head on your thigh and just trace his with a look on his face that says 'wow' and if you think of that meme, yes, that's valid.
His mark is on the top of his hand, he always gets to see it, looking at it shows him the progress he's made. He knows how to manage his anger and actively tries to have it processed through a better outlet. You helping him along the way makes him have hope, an emotion that could seem a bit foreign at times, but he likes it. He feels light.
Making a pact with Satan has him feeling like he can be anything he wants.
He can be himself, not an extension of someone else.
Asmodeus has no shame, but, when he cares- when he really does, he wants to make it meaningful. He would place it on your hip and have it there and only there, it won't wrap around to your ass or to your front, just your hip. He loves to watch it glow a radiant pink, so he'll section off time to just lay his head on your lap and ask you to call him, the tug of magic and the light emanating from your skin does something to him. Sure, it could be lust, or maybe something more, you may be able to figure it out if he told you.
He didn't want to though. He'd just enjoy the feeling without having to figure it out, because figuring it out meant facing himself, and we can't have that just yet. His pact mark is right over his heart, though Mammon's mark is in the same area, it isn't right over his heart. It is settled right between his pectorals, a slight bit to the left, always hovering around the muscle that proves he's alive and able to love in some capacity.
He often would come up to you and just place his hand on it, palm flat against your hip while his mark would flare up in an ivory light, he swears he can feel your pulse through it and wonders if you can feel his.
Having a pact with Asmodeus makes him feel as if he can be seen past his title- which ever one, and just be himself.
He can devout himself to something that means more than him.
Beelzebub's pact mark is not on your abdomen actually! He wanted to place it on his favorite spot, on the back of your shoulder, away from the place where his sin seems to ravage him. It of course, glows a deep crimson, but be prefers it when it isn't activated- because it means you're safe and you don't need to call on him to help. He loves when you sit on his lap, because of a few reasons.
1. You're with him :)
2. You're happy :)
3. He can look at your mark as much as he likes, especially if it's exposed, he'll "somehow" leave small kisses all over it. They're so soft, you can't help but laugh, it's ticklish at times. It becomes even more ticklish when he presses his face against it, and if you laugh, he laughs, his laughs against your skin either make you soft or cackle in delight.
4. Your pact mark is right against his!
Beel would have his pact mark right on his chest, matching it to the side you choose to have your pact mark on. This makes the big boi real emotional, and he'll sometimes let some magic through and it glows, and you're kinda like:
"I hope that's a glow stick and not you again Beel."
"Let's just say it's a glow stick for now."
Having a pact with Beelzebub means you're a part of his family, happy, and healthy.
It really just makes him emotional.
When you make a pact with Belphegor, this lil' shit is honestly so surprised you said yes, but considering it was a gift you probably said yes to be respectful. But... you didn't.
Your pact mark with him is on the back of your neck, where the cervical vertebrae are, moving a bit lower to the thoracic spine. When you suggested it go there, he had to ask why, and boy did he tear up once you explained it to him later that night. You wanted to trust him again and put the past behind you, so what better place to mend a wound than the place that finally put your lights out?
Please don't say it like this to him though, if you do he would think you're joking.
But if that's how it comes out, he'll think you're joking, until he remembers you're you and... he gets it.
It glows purple when activated or when you're sleepy/ in some type of stress, he wants to read your emotions so he can help you as much as he can, make up for what was done. He would never admit it though, and you can tell he's trying his best. His mark would be in the same exact place, not only to remind him of what he did, but that he can do better to make amends. He punishes himself for your death and you try to ease him out of it- and though it takes time, you'll find your way to it.
He finds himself doing what Beel does, and will bury his face into your mark when he cuddles into you, and places small kisses on it. If he is laying on you, please touch the mark, it manages to calm him into a good sleep.
Making a pact with Belphegor means you're ready to grow and build something better with him.
You help him find a better path that he needs to walk down on his own.
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A/N: I guess as a writing blog I should be doing some writing right? Honestly this has just been the biggest headcanon I've had in a while since I started playing Obey Me of the brothers just...like Devildom culture must be so different! And then the whole pact thing with human masters must be so different as well!
I just view them as big animals just wanting to get your attention u wu.
Warnings: Jealous boys, public shows of dominance and a lot of biting.
It's almost painful being in the Devildom sometimes.
A cultural exchange program amped up to 100 %.
As much as you loved the brothers, you also were meeting some pretty cool demons in RAD. Surely you were the human student everyone was so excited to meet, but none of them really talked to you, you know? But there were some that were brave enough to overlook your pact marks and dive into a conversation.
Even some were bold enough to talk to you out of school!
Making so many friends was so exciting, especially since you still thought of yourself as new! Wait till the brothers see how many new demons you have met!
Problem is you forgot how weird demon culture is, especially when it has to do with a demon and their master.
Lucifer blinks as he notices the demon approaching the two of you, pausing your daily walk with him as confusion turns to familiarity and you run up to greet your friend.
The first thing he notices is how they are a low ranking demon, so there’s no need to be hyper aware of any sort of threat. In this instance he doesn’t need to look to make sure his pact mark is visible to the demon.
His mark was embedded right in your iris, so anyone could see whose protection you were under.
He smiles politely as you turn around to introduce them, the demon waving at him shyly as if remembering that, yes, this human made a pact with Lucifer and therefore should not be messed with in any way. Yet there was no sort of violent tendencies coming from this demon, which put him at somewhat of an ease.
That is, until the demon takes a hold of your hand.
It’s a simple touch, one that a human would mistaken for a sign of friendship and camaraderie. The demon was speaking excitedly about a new flower they had seen over at the Botanical gardens and how much they wanted to show it off to you.They tighten their hold and Lucifer has to dig his fingernails into his palm from ripping their hand off.
You had no idea what it meant and the action would most likely scare you.
And Lucifer wanted you to trust him as much as possible.
“Would it be okay if Lucifer comes along?”
“...y--yeah! I don’t mind!”
Hesitation mixed with fake happiness, this demon really thought that he would get some time alone with you, didn’t they? They probably planned this whole thing out and whatever excitement they were showing you was just a front to hide their true intentions. Besides, look how they are hanging off of you, they want to make a pact with you so badly it’s almost disgusting.
Might as well get rid of the pest now.
“Come on MC, I want to show you the huge petals--!”
You and the demon look back to see Lucifer biting down on one of your fingers, your ring finger to be exact, while making eye contact with the pest. His teeth are not necessarily breaking skin but the pain of the bite made all your attention go back on him, turning around to tug your finger away and cradle it close.
“Lucifer what the hell!”
He smiles and tells you not to worry about it, your retort falling on deaf ears as Lucifer’s eyes fall on the demon one more time. Their eyes are wide and they have immediately taken two steps back, their back as straight as a needle as Lucifer sends them one last look that lets them know of his intentions.
Leave now or I will gut you in front of my human.
You turn to apologize to your friend for putting them in such a weird situation but the demon is already long gone, no sign of them ever being in your presence as you look around aimlessly.
“They left...” you frown and look at Lucifer, “Next time at least warn me.”
“If I did then you would have probably forbidden me from doing so.”
The Avatar of Pride smiles as he takes your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours as you kept talking about how you would apologize the next day. But Lucifer wasn’t listening, he just kept staring at you as you talked, happy that his master wasn’t particularly mad.
That demon would have to learn to get his own, this human was already his.
He had finally gotten you all to himself.
Mammon had a photoshoot today, making you tag along so he could finally show off his modeling skills. And it would help him out as well. The product they were trying to sell did not appeal to him one bit and he just really needed you as inspiration.
And inspiration did you give.
“Oh gorgeous Mammon gorgeous! Lean back and close your eyes.”
The cameraman was giving him compliment after compliment, excellent after excellent, it was as if all eyes were on him at that exact moment. He smiled as he thought about how you must be looking at him. His shirt was open, letting the cloth hang off the side of the couch as the camera focused primarily on the low riding jeans that showed off the boxers he was promoting.
“Perfect! Perfect!! Now turn around and stare into the camera!”
His eyes opened and his head turned expertly, Mammon smiling as he tried to make eye contact with you--
Only to see that you were gone.
Camera flashes stop as he bolts up, turning to look for you before his eyes focused on your form.
There you were...talking with someone else.
He doesn’t stare at the cameraman, only gets up and stalks towards you and the demon currently holding up the lights. Both of you turn to face him, a voice speaking loudly about a five minute break as Mammon stands behind you and hugs you from behind, placing his chin right on your shoulder as he looks at the interloper.
“Are you taking a break?”
Mammon smiles as he buries his face in your shoulder, hugging you tight as the demon tells him he did a wonderful job. Without raising his head, Mammon speaks up.
“MC, who is this?”
“Oh right! Haven’t introduced you. He is a friend from RAD! We sit together in Pactology 101.”
“Well we used to sit together...”
“We talked way too much in class, didn’t we?”
It’s like nails on a chalkboard when he laughs, Mammon feeling glad that he was closer to you so he could hear the sound of your laughter instead of the ugly screeching of the intruder taking up your attention. Did this guy think he was stupid? That he couldn’t notice all the goddamn pheromones he was releasing?
Mammon shakes his head back and forth, breathing in your scent heavily as he tries to leave his own behind.
This guy was embarrassing himself with how badly he wanted to form a pact with you.
“Oh oh, remember when the teacher caught us texting in class?”
“I think he might want to just put us back together cause we are still causing trouble!”
The Avatar of Greed frowns, did you not hear him?
“Well the teacher knows we are a good match, doesn’t he?”
“A match made in hell, I would say.”
Why was this guy still talking? Why were you still listening to him?
“Hey after this...would you want to go get some coffee, MC? If you’re not busy.”
“Nah, I only have this toda---FUCK!”
A pair of teeth tug at your earlobe, Mammon growling in your ear as he makes eye contact with the annoyance in front of him. He should be counting his lucky stars that you were still in the room, if Mammon found him anywhere else this demon would be nothing more than a meal for his familiars.
“MC, you have to stare at me or else I’m going to take longer.”
You rub at your ear as Mammon lets go of you, breaking eye contact with the other demon as he gives you his signature pout. He didn’t want you to see him be all scary, Mammon wanted you to see him like the number one demon he always tried to be for you.
“And you had to bite me because of that!?”
“Because you weren’t paying attention! You have to keep your eyes on me or else I’m not going to sell this stupid product. In fact--”
He drags you back to the couch, yelling at the cameraman that he would be posing with you so he could actually get through this photoshoot instead of doing a solo shoot. The man sighs but calls makeup to get you ready, Mammon smiling as he sits down right next to you.
The farther you were from that guy the better, all of his master’s attention needed to be on him after all.
Of course something like this would happen. Bad luck seemed to follow Leviathan wherever he went.
"Did you see the finale of it live?"
"I did!!! My movie theatre put it on the big screen and everything!"
Levi was glad that you were a nerd just like him. It was refreshing and probably one of the biggest reasons he had decided to make a pact with you.
Well, he had tried to kill you first and then make a pact with you but it was still a special story! Who would have thought that he would land himself a human master with his own interests!
Though he guessed that was a bad thing now.
He couldn't keep his thoughts in check as the clerk of the comic store kept talking to you, Levi annoyed that he couldn't keep up with the conversation you two had. It was about some comic cinematic universe that had been adapted in the human world and he honestly didn’t want to put anymore thought into it because of how close the clerk was getting.
Dammit he should have bought the new manga volume in Akuzon...but you had been so cute irl asking him to get the manga in this comic store you found,and if his master was begging him so cutely then what else could he do?
“I actually got the limited edition of this one movie--”
“It was up for a lot in Akuzon but I’m glad I got my hands on it--”
“And I have a pretty cool viewing set up in the back--!”
Stop talking, stop talking, stop talking, stop talking to MC!
Levi frowns as you gush about the movie some more, glaring down at you for letting your attention stray from him. But why should he be surprised, of course your attention would stray. Him being the yucky otaku that he is, of course you would go with the demon who took his interest and actually turned it into a profit--
No! It wasn’t your fault! It wasn’t even his fault! It was this demon’s fault!
Thinking they looked so cool with their most basic of interests. If Levi could expose them for the fraud that they were, MC would be able to see the absolute fool that this demon was making themselves out to be. Smiling a lot more, inching closer as they talked, even offering to take you to the back of the store--!
People may say what they want about Levi but at least he wasn’t this desperate to get on the good side of a human...at least the first time he met you.
His eyes fall on the back of your neck, hair conveniently placed out of the way as he remembered something Lucifer had discussed with him and Mammon after they had made their pact.
You will not think rationally when you are with them, make sure to monitor your actions so you don’t embarrass yourself.
That’s what he said but…
Surely Levi wasn’t going to embarrass himself more than this demon already has.
“This is the one with the symbiote creature, right? And you got the bonus deleted scenes! Honestly I would be so down with watching it right--EEP!”
Levi made sure to let his tongue lick the back of your neck first before biting down, wanting to make the bite as painless as possible. Although he guessed that not making you feel pain was out of the question as he felt you tense up, his tongue swiping against your nape one last time as he pulled back and tugged on the back of your shirt.
“MC let’s go. They don’t have it.”
You turn to look at Levi, hand on the back of your neck as you tell him that he could have gotten your attention in any other way, but he knew for a fact that he had made his point across with the demon in front of him.
Summoning Lotan in his own home was one thing, summoning Lotan in a store would probably cost a lot…
Even if he knew brothers wouldn’t blame him with how nauseatingly this demon was trying to approach their master.
Satan breaks his pencil, but it seems the two other people don’t seem to notice.
“And it's the first edition too, but I took it out just for you.”
You smile and mention about how you didn’t need anything fancy for the assignment, just a simple book that talked about Devildom history. Which Satan agreed, this bug was acting like he owned the entire Royal Library. A pass to get a first edition title wasn’t that rare of a fucking find--if he wanted, Satan could call up any of his connections and get about 16 copies of different first edition titles that spoke not just about the Devildom history but about whatever the hell topic he could get his hands on.
This guy wasn’t that special yet he was acting like he had just given you the world on a silver platter.
The demon sat down at the table you and Satan were studying at, looking at you the entire time he explained how to open the book and how to make sure it stays in its pristine condition.
Which made Satan break another pencil.
From what you had mentioned, this guy was just someone you knew from RAD. You labeled him as the ‘smartest person in the class’. Which was a bit of an insult on his part but he guessed that as long as he wasn’t the one in your class it didn’t count as an insult towards his person.
He, of course, being the smartest demon you know.
But Satan didn’t have to be the smartest demon in RAD to know what this nuisance was doing.
If he were to read you any book on Devildom demonology, certain demons needed a human master. This insect in front of you would count as one of them. Lower demons usually tend to be without guidance and need a soul to feed from. In comes a human master, being able to fulfill that need with a pure soul of their own. The demon feeds and in return, develops a sort of ‘affection’ towards their master since they are now the hand that feeds them.
The same couldn’t be applied to Satan or his brothers, however. As the seven demon lords, they are able to gain the sustenance they need from the feed of other lower demons under the sin they were made in.
They are free to form pacts, but it’s not like they need it.
A good metaphor would be that they are essentially ‘picking off the plate’ of the lower demons, making the lower demons only cause minimal casualties up in the human world as they feed and keeping the seven lords from going feral with hunger.
Of course, things were different now. Satan had you now, a human all of his own.
Essentially, someone was trying to ‘take a bite’ of his favourite food, and Satan hated sharing.
Friends be damned, politeness be damned, he needed to show this demon his place.
“Isn’t it fascinating? The cover was made with a demon’s skin.”
“Yes. I believe it was from recently dead demon’s during the first Celestial War. Do you want to feel?”
You nod, curious about the black and shiny cover as the demon holds out his hand for you to take--
Only for you to yelp as Satan takes it first, dragging your hand back so it would be close to his lips as the Avatar of Wrath’s teeth bite at the skin near your wrist. You hiss in pain at the sudden sharpness, quickly pulling your hand back and staring at your demon as he gives the annoyance one last pointed stare.
“That is how demons started their pacts before we arrived in the Devildom, wasn’t it?”
The demon nodded slowly, his eyes darting to the mark on your wrist and then back at Satan. He opened his mouth to try and speak up but seemed to decide better against it, giving you one last smile as he stood up.
“...I’ll...I’ll go get you the second volume. That one might include more accurate and updated information on pact markings.”
Satan smiles and nods as he scoots his chair close to you, looking back at you tracing the mark on your wrist with a frown before putting all your attention back on him.
“Did demons really used to form pact marks like this?”
The Avatar of Wrath shrugs.
“I was only guessing, he was the one who left thinking it was the truth. Here, let’s go look for a book on our own.”
Asmo would like to think that he had perfected the fake smile to the point he could keep it up for an indeterminate amount of time.
“MC! Try this!”
Yet the corners of his mouth twitched as he watched one of your friends, who happened to be a store clerk at Majolish, open the door to your dressing room to hand you another outfit they had picked out. And it wasn’t a bad outfit--!
Just...did they have to keep opening the door every single time?
Granted, he shouldn’t be in your dressing room in the first place but he insisted he would stay since you were only trying some shirts on! It wasn’t like he was seeing anything inappropriate and your pants were staying on the entire time.
This sight was okay for him because he was your demon and you were his master.
So it wasn’t right that some random nobody kept coming in to hand you shirts that they thought looked cute on you! That’s what you had Asmo for!
Yet here he was, secluded to sit down on the little chairs that someone would usually toss the unwanted clothes they wouldn’t buy. Which was already doing horrible things for his self-esteem.
“I learned a couple of things by working here. See? The color really matches your hair.”
The Avatar of Lust scoffs when he hears that. What exactly did the demon learn? How to match colors? Oh look, someone learned the basics of the color wheel, someone give them a medal.
“And since you are wearing something long at the bottom, it’s only fair that you go with something short on top.”
This demon is going to win an award for making basic observations, Asmo could already see it. What a future they had ahead of them.
“These colors are summery too so...it goes great with the weather!”
Oh he wants to gag, Asmo’s heard enough.
“You don’t think it’s too revealing? I do like the color though…”
Before the demon can answer, Asmo grabs your shoulders and pulls you back to him with a smile as he makes you look in the mirror.
“I think it’s revealing enough for the summer look you are going for...except can you maybe get it in a light pastel? Any color would do it just needs to be a pastel color if we want it to go with the light color of your bottoms.”
The demon deflates at the sudden lack of contact with you but nods as they step out, waving goodbye and stating once again how ‘gorgeous’ you looked. Which Asmo guessed was the only compliment they had in their arsenal.
Gorgeous didn’t even begin to describe you.
“I did like this color, Asmo. Does it not look good?”
“No it looks perfect on you! But--”
He tugs on the floral print top and smiles as he wraps his arms around your shoulders.
“Floral prints are extremely last season and I want you to be on a more neutral type of clothing. Just simple colors. This way we can add some jewelry--some of my own creation of course.”
Asmo smiles when you giggle, fixing your top and looking at yourself in the mirror a couple more times as you mumble to yourself about how Devildom summers seem rather temperate compared to the ones you were used to and how you wouldn’t need anything sleeveless.
Damn the Devildom summers, if they could even be called that at all.
His ears twitch as he hears the pest start to make their way back, Asmo’s smile dropping slowly as he looks down at your neck. This was the spot they kept staring at, wasn’t it? Shame it wasn’t decorated--
But he could fix that~
“I found some other colors that would go well with you MC, do you want to--”
“OW OW OW!”
Asmo’s teeth are right on your neck, turning to look back at the clerk with a smile and a little wave as he hums at the way you clench and unclench your fingers while looking at him through the mirror, wanting to ask just why he was doing this but the pain keeping you quiet. It was cute how much you were hurting but how you were doing absolutely nothing to stop him. This could technically mean that you approved of what he was doing, correct?
He lets go as the clerk immediately closes the door, you calling out for your friend but Asmo brings you back and makes you look at the mirror one more time.
“There we go. That’s a pretty mark, right MC? An Asmodeus Limited Edition item, just for you~”
If this kept happening, Beel was going to eat this demon.
“You need to try some Devildom food, MC! I promise it's good!”
Beel stomach growls again as you laugh, ignoring the parfait in front of you. He gives you a tap on the shoulder and your attention is right back to him.
“Oh sorry, Beel. Here!”
You scoop up the delicious frozen treat and feed it to him, Beel smiling as he takes another two bites of his hamburger and watches you and your friend talk. He actually had no idea that you had any friends in RAD and was happy to see that at least some demons were treating you nicely, compared to theo ones who had teased you when you first arrived.
Well he said teased, more like threatened to eat you.
He figured you would make friends fast though, you were nice and all the demons here were already attracted to human souls so it was bound to happen that one of them would have the courage to talk to you.
Yet this one seemed rather...eager.
“How about this. Hell’s Kitchen serves good food but I know this awesome corner in the wall place we can get some grilled bat sandwiches. Guts and everything.”
His stomach growls again, he knew of the place this demon was talking about and would most likely want to take you there himself if you ever asked.
Beel takes another two bites before waiting for you to feed him the parfait.
He frowns and stares at you again, the demon keeping your attention all to himself as you spoke about how you didn’t necessarily want to eat anything with guts in it. His eyes went to the parfait, watching some of the perfectly placed scoops slowly melt and droop down on the plate.
MC, pay attention to him!
This was his time with you! He didn’t mind if someone else stepped in and he was glad you were making friends but this demon was interrupting his mealtime!
He ate his burger, you fed him ice-cream, this is how it had always worked!
People could say what they wanted but Beel was a creature of habit, and he was in the habit of having you feed him.
Not just that, he was in the habit of having your attention all on him when it was his time to hang out with you.
Wasn’t this demon just being a bother? Didn’t you also want them gone?
They kept talking about all the stuff that clearly grossed you out, seemingly delighted with your reactions as they kept trying to egg you on to say yes to an outing. If it wasn’t for the fact that you were smiling the entire time, Beel would have already made the move to unhinging his jaw and--
“I promise I’ll treat you to the best ghost pepper pizza you’ve ever had. You’re free after this, right?”
Beel’s stomach growls, whether in hunger or anger Beel wouldn’t be able to say. All he knows is that this demon is bad news for both him and you.
So what would be the quickest way to make him back off?
“I’m not but I can take a raincheck--!”
You drop the spoon you were holding as Beel bites your cheek, throwing the demon one quick glimpse before letting out a few sounds that seemed to make up your name. The demon stares at you and Beel as the Avatar of Gluttony pulls away from you, licking his lips as you slowly put a hand on your cheek and turn to look at him.
“The parfait is gonna melt. I want another bite.”
Eyes turn to the demon once again, Beel frowning as he takes a hold of your hand underneath the table.
“Please leave. If MC is going to eat Devildom food then they’ll eat it with me. The only thing you are going to do is gross them out.”
“So what did you want to talk about?”
Belphie frowned as your fingers gently played with his hair. That is not what he had asked for when he asked to lay on your lap. Belphegor wanted the usual way you would comb through his hair, both of you gently whispering to each other as the planetarium ambience lulled him to sleep.
“Well...uhm...I wanted to ask something important.”
And who the hell was this person?
He peeked up to look at you smiling at the screen, frowning that you still didn’t seem to notice you were doing a shit job at giving him the attention he needed. Whoever this was had been on the line with you for a good solid ten minutes, talking about useless subjects such as their day and what they had for lunch. If anything, Belphegor had no idea how this thing was taking your attention. You were doing most of the talking anyway, they should just hang up and leave you alone to pay attention to your demon.
“We’ve known each other for a while.”
Belphegor most likely knew MC for longer...maybe.
“And honestly I haven’t met a human like you before. You just...I just expected humans to be something and you aren’t that so it threw me off.”
The Avatar of Sloth yawns as he buries his head in your lap, smiling at the darkness he found in the small crook of your thighs. He yawns again and closes his eyes to try and fall asleep but the grating voice of the demon on the phone was sending nothing but warning signals to his brain.
“So I wanted to ask something I didn’t think I would ask a human before.”
He really wanted to yell ‘get to the point’ or ‘hang up the phone’ but he knew that you would most likely shush him and tell him to be patient, which would then result in you gently pushing him away so you could talk somewhere more private. And he wasn’t ready to lose his favourite pillow just yet.
So he continued listening, tracing random shapes on your thighs as he felt his eyelids start to droop.
“I know you have seven pacts already…”
“But would an eight be too much for you?”
That wakes Belphegor right up, eyes wide open and head turned to face up at you to see your reaction. Of course you would be surprised, this demon really had the guts to ask the current master of the Seven deadliest demons in the Devildom for a pact?
You better be grateful that Belphegor found comfort in your lap and would prefer to stay here, rather than go break the neck of the demon insolent enough to try to take his master away.
So go ahead, reject him.
“A pact? With me?”
What were you doing?
Don’t give him such a hopeful answer! Belphegor had to share you with six other demons constantly and those demons were his siblings! He was okay sharing with Beel but he drew the line at anyone else! Adding an eighth demon to that would be like asking for a bloodbath, a bloodbath with only one target.
Belphegor frowned as the demon started talking again, stuttering and jumping over his words like he was a dog who asked to eat their masters table. Which essentially he was, not like there was room for him anyway.
“I know I’m not like those brothers--”
“But making a pact with you would make me really happy...is what I am trying to say.”
He wants to gag.
A part of him couldn’t blame the demon, you were perhaps the best master a demon could ask for, but you were already t a k e n.
And you were to blame too, you know?
You weren’t rejecting him like you should. The face you were making was far too surprised and flattered at the proposition given to you. Were you that greedy? Had Mammon rubbed off on you? You had seven of the most powerful demons under your command, what more could you possibly want?
As a master, you were doing a bad job at rejecting this insect and an even more horrible job at not paying attention to the actual demon you were tied to.
He turns his head back to the darkness of your thighs, feeling you shift as you also struggle to find an answer. This was becoming too much, if Belphegor didn’t act fast you were most likely going to say yes, just because you didn’t know any better!
Fuck it, you could try to push him off but Belphegor would hold on tightly, he had to save you from your mistake.
“Uhm. Well that is honestly really flattering. And eight pacts wouldn’t be so bad--”
You slap a hand over your mouth, your teeth biting into your tongue as you look down at the demon nipping at the inside of your thigh. Belphie looks up innocently, batting his eyelashes at you as he bites down a little harder--
Fingers hurry to end the call as Belphegor quickly lets go, smiling as you gape down at him.
“I was in the middle of a call!”
“Then what was that about!?”
The Avatar of Sloth shrugs as he closes his eyes.
“You weren’t paying attention to me. It made me mad.”
You sigh and lean back, Belphegor waiting for a few moments before smiling as he feels your fingers combing through his hair.
“Next time,just talk to me, Belphegor.”
He would have answered, but that would make him promise something he most likely was not going to do.
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He wants a kiss too 🙊💕
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Headcanons for an extremely drunk MC being all over the brothers and asking for their attention and snuggles? Maybe makes a suggestive comment now and then? XD 👀
Obey Me Headcanons - How would the brothers react to an extremely drunk MC being all over them and asking for their attention and snuggles
He would raise a brow at you
“You really can’t help it, can you?” he would sigh at your begging for cuddles
But he would give up to your requests very quickly
He will even let you touch his hair and watch you with a fake annoyed pout when squeeze his face cheeks
He would think that you’re pretty cute when you’re drunk, until...
“Hey Luci, what about you squeezing my cheeks?” He would go as far as bringing his hands to your face before you cheekily smile at him
“I didn’t mean my face, you silly goose~” Lucifer’s face would go blank at the nickname before he understands what you mean.
Mammon...oh poor Mammon
He would get flustered at how shameless you are when you’re drunk
“You want me, the GREAT Mammon to give you attention, human? Ugh...okay..Wait...MC, n-no”
You would laugh at his shocked face when you suggestively ran one hand up his t-shirt
He would blush so badly
He enjoys the attention but doesn’t want to get all fired up when you’re acting that way just because you’re drunk
CEO of following you around the whole night so that other demons won’t take advantage of your drunk self
Leviathan’s brain would stop working the moment you sit on his lap
At first he would be too much shocked and flustered to even understand what you’re saying
But he really enjoys how you want him to give you attention
“Hey, Levi...Hug mee” if he doesn’t reply and you just bring his arms around your waist while nuzzling against his neck, his head will start spinning and he might pop a boner because of your body pressing against him
“Is that a banana or you’re just happy to see me?” you definitively broke him
Satan would find it hilarious how much you snuggle on him
“Are you the clingy drunk type, MC?”
He loves it...
Did I already write that he loves it?
“Hey, Satan. You look so good tonight...Want to know how you could look even better?”
“You could look better if you were on top of me”
If you weren’t drunk he would have fucked you senseless already
Asmo would love how much you’re all over him
"You want to touch me? Well, I don't mind, so just touch me everywhere you want~" he would hum if you tried to touch him suggestively
And flirt back if you made some sexy comments about him
He would hug you even before you ask for snuggles
“That’s unfaaair, you’re so cute, Asmo~” Asmodeus would love to see his brothers just watch while you pamper him with compliments, attention and kisses on his face
He finally can enjoy some time with you without getting cockblocked lmfao
“MC, that food you’re eating looks so tasty”
“Wanna know what else is tasty?”
He almost asked you what before his eyes widened slightly at your suggestive comment.
“Maybe tomorrow” he would chuckle at your drunken state.
Beel wouldn’t fight against you if you tried to cuddle with him
And would just give you as much attention as you want
He loves to see the little smirk on your face before you gently wrap your arms around his neck while he keeps doing what he was doing before you asked for his attention
Belphegor would be a hoe for your attention tbh
"Ehehe, do you want to hug me, MC?” He doesn’t mind at all
You could go as far as falling asleep on him and he would just smugly smirk at how cuddly you are and enjoy how close to him you are
He would take advantage of the situation to snuggle against you too
“Belph-a-roo, do you want to be my cowboy~?” He would scowl and blush at the same time but he wouldn’t try to get away from you
“You damn human, you will be the death of me”
“Nah, I wouldn’t go as far as that...I just want to rid-!”
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Brothers + Undateables: MC Leaving them Notes
(MC referred to as "dad")
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The first time he felt a hand reach in his pocket, he froze up slightly. Mammon was always more sneaky.
He peeked at you, surprised as your hand came out if his pocket empty.
He flicked his eyes back to his book, listening to you scamper away.
He soon pulled out the note.
You look great today! Make sure to get some sleep, okay? We all love you!!
He smiled, putting it back in his pocket.
His eyes lit up when you asked him to teach you to pickpocket.
This was not what he was expecting.
He was confused when you stuck your hand in his pocket. His D.D.D. was obviously in the other one.
He thought you would take something and tell talk about how well you did, and excited and proud smilr on your face.
Though, when he heard you run away, he reached into his pocket.
I love those new earrings! They're so cool! Just letting your know we all love you <3
He smiled. Totally didn't cry a bit.
He raised you so well.
He reached down into his pocket, just wabting to set his hands in there as he normally would.
Though, he was surprised by the feel a piece of paper.
Did he need to do something? Had some homework?
How's that new game going? You're so good at it, I'm jealous! Don't forget to take care of yourself! Love you!
He blushed, shoving it back in his pocket. He recognized your handwriting.
He saw the piece of paper flutter out of his scarf as he was getting ready for his shower.
He bent down, studying it carefully before opening it.
Green is definitely your color! Well... all colours are your colour. Still, you're awesome! Love you!
He smiled, putting it on his dresser before going to relax.
He was putting the book you had borrowed up, and opened it, seeing the note.
How do you read so much? It's so cool! And you're really good at telling stories! Love you, Satan! P.S. I may have ripped a page slightly ^^'
He rolled his eyes, looking over the note once more.
He had let you borrow his jacket.
He looked back at the note with a smile.
You're so warm and cuddly! Thanks so much for everything. You make me feel so much better. I love you!
It had to be you who wrote this, right?
He had woken up to crinkling on his pillow.
He sat up, blinking repetitively.
He saw the paper and grabbed it, unfolding it.
You look adorable when you sleep! I hope you're well rested! Don't forget to go eat and shower! Love you!!
He smiled, slipping it under his pillow.
Barbatos had stopped you, asking you what you were doing, creeping around the castle with a note in hand.
You sighed, exasperated, and showed him the note, telling him you had been trying to slip it to Diavolo all day.
He agreed to slip it in Diavolo's coat pocket for you the next day with a small smile.
Diavolo had opened it, searching for his pen during a meeting and finding the paper instead.
Looked at it, not being able to hide his smile.
Don't forget to take a break, it's really important! We're all here for you no matter what! We all love you!
You didn't sign but he knew who it was from.
He put it back in his pocket.
He instantly knows it's you, so he keeps walking, letting you think he is completely oblivious.
When you run off, he reaches into his pocket.
A day off is okay every once in a while! Try to relax! I love you! Have a good day and enjoy yourself!!
He let out a quiet laugh. You were adorable.
Simeon was confused by the hand in his pocket, but decided to leave it be.
He didn't want Mammon to he yelled at.
He reached into his pocket to see what was stolen, only to find that something was given.
He opened the note.
Thanks for being so calming and sweet! You're so cool! Have a good day!! Love you so much! P.S. Luci was wondering if you would want to come over for tea?
He laughed. "Of course I would." He muttered to himself, tucking the note back in his pocket.
He stuck his hand in his pocket. Did he forget something?
He took out the paper, reading it.
Hey, Luke! That Crème Bûlée you made yesterday was absolutely amazing! We all enjoyed it, though Beel ate most of it, as is expected. You're doing great, you sweet little kitten! Love ya!
Simeon looked over at Luke, tapping his shoulder.
"What's wrong, Luke?"
Luke looked up at Simeon with watery eyes.
"Dad called me a kitty! I'm a kitty! And they liked my food!"
He was aware it was you, and turned around, smirking at your surprised face.
"Ah, uhm, here..."
He took the note, giving you a smile.
"Thank you, MC!"
He read it.
That spell you did earlier was so cool! Just a reminder to relax and not stay up all night researching! Love you!
He looked up to thank you, only to see you were gone.
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Obey Me x Heat
Obey Me - Satan and Leviathan Head-canons
Prompt: ‘I’m in heat’
Warning: NSFW, Female MC.
The avatar of wrath had learned to keep his emotions in-control, harvesting his anger and reining it in. But when heat comes it’s all thrown out of the window.
“Fuck you smell so good,” Whispered between his lips as he presses wet kisses to your weak spot on your neck. The blonde pushing you against the dusty bookcase in the remote corner of the library, a section that doesn’t look like it’s had contact for years, grinding into your waist from behind as he presses his erection to you through the layer of your clothes. “This fucking heat man… I don’t think I can wait to get back,”. One hand pops the button of your jeans, a deep groan from his chest to slide his hands down the fabrics of your clothes to feel the dampness of your underwear, “Oh kitten, it appears you can’t either,”. The shuffling sound of jeans unbuckling and material shifting comes from behind you, cool air hits your skin as he pushes your jeans down just enough, pulling your underwear to the side to feel his pulsing heat pressing against you, “Don’t scream too loud now kitten, we don’t want anyone to catch us,”.
Normally prefers you naked but in heat he’s weak for you in lingerie. Especially white. Feeling as if he’s tainting you and stripping you from your purity.
Sharp teeth curl around the waistband of your panties, tugging them slightly before letting the material ping back against your skin. A small yap from your mouth follows causing a sinister chuckle from him. “Hush now kitten,” He purrs, teeth now licking down the stream of your underwear until it means the damped material between your thighs. Jewelled green eyes tinted with yellow meet yours, dominance and power pulsating from them as he rips them clean off your skin with an audible growl. Hands spread your thighs so he can delve his face where the cloth was sitting only milli-seconds ago, inhaling deeply before biting his lip hungrily, “You’ve been a good girl kitten, let me reward you”. No chance to register his words as lips suckle against your clit, rolling the delicate numb between his teeth leaving you at his mercy.
Want to see him lose all self-control? Dress up as a kitten, ear pieces, a bell collar, a cream bralette with matching underwear and he’s gone. Call him master for bonus points and you won’t leave the bedroom for the whole duality of his heat.
On the war path when it comes to his emotions, sparks flying between him and Lucifer before Beel’s even had his second breakfast. A lot of these emotions are pent up and spilled into his actions, thrusts fuelled by his attitude.
“Fuck,” It ripples off the walls and ceilings, loose items on the near by desk rattling from the volume on his groan. An argument with Lucifer had set his anger ablaze, demon form breaking through as his chest heaved whilst he gritted his teeth. That anger now reflected into his actions, dragging you by the wrist to his room and within minutes he had you pressed against the wall, bouncing you off his cock with no-end of stopping. “Satan!” You cried but it got lost in your throat, words lost as you felt another wave of release coming over you as he pounded against that delicate spot inside you. Bruising you from the inside whilst his fingertips left marks upon your waist. The sheer intensity ripped through you, leaving you a boneless mess in his arms as he continued to thrust into you. “One more baby, I’m close,” A hint of softness beneath his storm brewing eyes. His tail snaking up your thigh to rub circles of your clit, pace never faltering in a display of his strength continuing to move you over him. Small hands move from the back of his neck to fist his horns, gripping them with urgency as he pushes you over the edge one more. The growl that leaves him would wipe fear into any living being, dark and angry as he spills violently inside you, cock pulsing and twitching until he’s fully spent.
He’s the kindest of the brothers when it comes to heat, trying to hide it from you as if ashamed. But it’s only because heat brings out the darker side of him, the fine tuned self-control just slipping from his grasp.
“Levi, I refuse to have this anymore, what is going on with you!” You snap, cornering him in the living room, the first time you’d seen him in days. “It’s nothing I’m fine,” He grumbled unable to look you in the eye, his cheeks flushed red. “It’s your- your heat isn’t it?” You questioned, only to be met with a meek nod of his head. “I don’t want to hurt you, I just- the urges are so much, I- I’ve jacked off several times in the night but it’s not enough,” Levi finally opening up to you. “I mean… I could always help, it’s not as if we haven’t been having sex for months already,” You let out a light laugh, “I miss you, I miss being intimate with you,”. Taking a step forward and leaning into his purple hair, catching his lower lobe beneath your teeth causing a hiss from him, “Beside, I want to see what real demon Leviathan is really like when he gives into his needs,”. No more was said but a groan, Levi gripping you and pulling you down on the nearby sofa with his lips attacking yours.
He tries to continue his life like normal during heat, you and gaming being his number one priority, often mixing the two together for his pleasure.
Riding him in reverse, his tail swiping of your clit as his forefinger and thumb tugs your nipple, his left typing endless commands on his computer whilst playing games like normal. His teeth latch on to your ear, sucking it before tugging it proving to be the end of you as your walls pulse over him, letting your body rock to the waves of pleasure. “Tch, I though I made it clear you wasn’t to come until I finished this level, it’s a good thing my headphones are off, I don’t want anyone hearing the noises but me,” Biting again at your ear before sucking a red mark upon your neck, ‘Guess we’ll have to restart since you put me off,”. “Levi- Levi please,” You whimper, fingers digging into your thigh in desperate ache for him to give up his game and just fuck you properly. “Sorry my love, but you knew the rules, only once this level is finished will I give you what you really need, now be a good girl and let me finish or this time I’ll edge you until I’ve completed the whole game”.
He collects scratches on his skin and wears them like medals of honour, using them as a silent claim to you. After all the god of envy has to prove your his to keep his brothers away, often making them the jealous ones.
“The fuck is that!” Mammon scowled, Leviathan purposefully lifting his arms up so his hoodie would show the deep red scratches peaking from underneath. “Oh nothing, just a few tokens of appreciation from ____” He can’t help but smirk seeing the blood raise into Mammons head. “The human is mine!” He snarled, fists slamming down and standing up. “Funny that it’s my name she’s screaming,” Leviathan threatened, taking a step forward into the kitchen. Just as Mammon was about to throw something quick witted back, you called for Levi. “Babe, I didn’t realise how flexible I was, do you think we could do that one from last night again, it just hit all the right…” You mindlessly rambled, stepping out from his bedroom in just his shirt which skirted back your bum, “Spots… Fuck…”. Your face went as red as Beel’s hair, not realising the audience that was in the kitchen, all of the brothers bugged eyes and opened mouths to see you with deep bite marks tracing up your neck and collarbone. “Sure whatever you want babe,” Levi winked, quickly pushing you back into his room before his brothers could gawp any longer. Him and Lucifer could have swapped demonic titles in that moment, the prideful one lustfully jealous, whilst the jealous was beaming with pride.
Lucifer and Beel - Heat
Mammon and Asmodeus - Heat
Diavolo - Heat
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A/N: Be a writing blog, they said, it'll be fun, they said. Next thing you know I'm swamped with graduate school and 100 different OC's that my mind decided to make. Long story short, this took far too long and I'm ashamed. I wanna dedicate this to @warm-meelk letting me rant to them as I as running out of ideas q wq
Uhm, I'll post a pin of what I write and not write since I guess I'm taking requests.
Anyways, enjoy my self indulgent shit.
Warnings: Descriptions of gore, Emotional manipulation, implied cannibalism and just general no good bad behavior from the boys.
Demon culture is hard to grasp.
It wasn’t like good ol’ regular human culture. Sure there were some differences here and there but with enough practice anyone could work around them and possibly thrive.
But Devildom culture was another beast entirely.
Among all the dances, all the flirting, the parties and the cute touching moments, these seven demons didn’t fail to remind you that you were now the human master to the Seven Rulers of the Underworld.
And as your demons they had their own set of rules to obey.
As did you.
You put your backpack down and squat in front of the school bench, coming face to face with Belphegor as the other continues to sleep despite your face being a mere inches away from his.
“Hey. Sleepyhead. Wake up.”
A smile appears on his face as he barely opens his eyes to look at you, instead giggling as he pretends to sleep on while you poke his cheek.
“I’m serious. We are supposed to be going home!”
“Mmmm...I’m perfectly comfortable here, though.”
Always the sweet talker, Belphie takes your hand and brings it close to his chest trying to pull you in as you laugh and try to pull your hand back.
“Come on MC, let’s just stay a little longer. I just made the bench comfy.”
“And where am I going to sit?”
The demon hums before sitting up and pointing at the seat next to him with a trademark shit eating grin.
“Here. So I can lay my head on your lap.”
At this point you can’t help it. You and Belphegor may have had a rocky start but he had deemed himself worthy to trust. Honestly, you never thought about it too hard. It was just family business after all, you had just been caught in the crossfire.
Not really, your brain fills in the gaps, you’ve been manipulated into believing him and had been promptly betrayed once your purpose was over…
But he apologized, right?
An apology from a demon. It was a big step.
You take your place and smile as the Avatar of Sloth’s hair now covers your lap. Soft and lush, Belphegor yawns again and makes himself comfortable while you run your fingers through his hair while closing your eyes and feeling a soft, cold breeze.
This wasn’t so bad...
A rough hand shakes you awake, knocking you out of your dream.
“Wake the hell up, human!”
Startled, you hold onto Belphie’s shoulders and look up at an angry looking demon, fangs out and ready to use as they point a finger at the bench.
“We’re trying to clean the school grounds and you’ve been loitering for an hour. Get out already!”
Oh. Oh! An hour? You fell asleep on a school bench for an hour!? Belphie was starting to rub off on you, wasn’t he? Your hands gently shake your demon awake while you give the other demon the most apologetic look you could.
“Belphie. You need to wake up.”
“Belphie we need to go!”
“I don’t wanna--!”
The demon speaks up again, getting closer and kicking right under the bench where your backpack was as hard as he could.
“Wake the fuck up already! Go and play with your human pet somewhere else!”
Belphie sits up slowly as you stand up and grab your backpack, wincing when you open it up and see the mess of books, notebooks and pencils now either bent, cracked or straight up destroyed.
Oh well, easy fix. These notebooks were easily replaceable and pencils you could get anywhere, book like this on the other hand would be a bit--
“...Did they do that?”
You jump as you feel Belphegor looking over you, bringing your backpack close to you and hiding it from view. He frowns at your actions before tugging the backpack out of your grip and looking inside, face devoid of any emotion as his gaze goes from the item in his hand to the demon now glaring at you both.
“Belphie. Come on. They need to clean.”
“They ruined something of yours.”
“It doesn’t matter I can just replace it, let’s go--”
Your demon moves faster than your words, Belphegor’s snarl ringing loud in your ears despite how far he is away from you. The lesser demon barely has time to react as Belphegor grabs him by the back of the head in full demon form and yanks him back onto the bench, his bright blue nails now far larger than you’ve ever seen them before as they dig deep into the scalp of his victim.
Belphegor grabs your backpack and empties it out, your belongings clattering onto the floor as he tilts the demon’s head back with one hand while the other starts bunching up your backpack into a small ball of nothing but zippers and strings.
In your head you are already yelling at Belphegor to stop but your brain is screaming at you to run away as fast as you can while your legs don’t respond to any of the distress signals and remain locked in place, forcing you to watch as the demon scratches at Belphegor’s skin but fails to do any damage as the hand holding his head now moves to his mouth and forces it open with a sickening crack.
“You were acting so high and mighty before.”
Belphegor grins as he stuffs the bag into the demon’s mouth.
“What’s wrong? Did you think I would let you walk away from ruining my master’s things?”
The demon scratches his throat when Belphegor pushes the bunched up ball deeper into their throat, a gasp escaping you as you see the outline of some of the zippers pressing right against the inside of their skin and threatening to pop out.
“Haha, I never knew scum could talk. Maybe if I shove this far enough down your throat and then pull it out, I’ll rip out your vocal cords as well. Then my master won’t have to hear your ugly voice--”
It’s pushing. Whatever is getting lodged in that demon’s throat is pushing to get out and you can almost see their nose bleeding from the pressure that is being created as their hands slowly stop moving and one of them falls limp--!
The words die in your throat as Belphegor’s hand is wretched out of the demon’s mouth, the bag now lodged in their throat as their fingers twitch against the now half destroyed bench. The Avatar of Sloth looks down at the demon before looking back at you, shoving him down so that they hit the ground with another sickening crack.
He smiles as he stands in front of you, your eyes looking at anywhere but him as Belphie waits a couple more minutes before clearing his throat.
You can only make a noise, it’s almost like you are trying to hold back from swallowing your tongue. He calls your name again before letting out a quick ‘oh’ and smiling as he pats your head.
“That’s right. You have no idea how to be a master. Haha, I forgot.”
His smile is soft compared to angry trails of blood running down his arms.
It takes every single ounce of your self control to not slap him away when he grabs your hand, Belphie leaning down to press your palm on the top of his head just like you had been doing before.
“You need to praise me...or else I’ll feel neglected...”
He closes his eyes and leans into your touch.
“And do something much worse.”
Praise? He wanted praise? For almost killing--no--he had just killed another demon in front of you in cold blood for something as simple as some ruined books! Your eyes actively refuse to look at the corpse a couple of feet away from you as your hands continue to run through Belphie’s soft hair, the shock leaving you to mutter a few words that you thought would be enough to satiate your demon’s bloodlust and keep you safe.
“Good...Good job Belphie…Thank you.”
Your demon smiled, letting out a soft hum as you two walked hand in hand back to the House of Lamentation.
He had a nap to catch up to.
“You’ll like it.”
A bat’s eyes stares up at you as you do your best to not stare back.
“MC, just give it one bite.”
You give the sandwich in your hands a squeeze and see the eyeball pop out--
“Nope. Sorry Beel. That's just….this isn’t for me.”
Beel bumps you lightly as you both walk down the rather busy Devildom street, people walking around with several prime Devildom snacks as the food trucks behind you work overtime to try and feed all of the hungry demons that were patiently waiting their turn. It was rather sweet of your demon to invite you to one of his few lesser known hang out spots, one even his brothers didn’t know about, so they wouldn’t know about Beel eating half of these food trucks out of house and home.
Turning around, you look at the two food trucks that closed down already due to being labeled as Beel’s favourite.
Those poor souls, well at least they get their food’s worth in cash with how much Grim Beel was throwing at them to get the food out faster. The memory made you giggle as you hand the bat sandwich to Beel and look for something else to eat--
A large hand tugs you back as a demon speeds past you with cash in hand, your back pressing against Beel's chest as he looks down at you in worry.
“Don’t stray too far away from me, MC. I don’t want to lose you.”
The little flip flop your heart makes feels light and fluffy, a smile creeping up on your face as you nod and hold out your hand for him to take, Beel smiling as you two walk down the busy street to make your way back home.
Until you sniffed the air.
Your eyes turn to the direction of the delicious smell, your stomach growling as you tug on Beel’s hand and point to the only thing that seemed edible for a human person.
A popcorn stand.
Purple eyes shine as Beel repays the favor and tugs you towards it, a Little D running the concession looking up at you two and grinning as he sees Beel.
“Finally! Been waiting for the star of this whole show to notice me!”
“Aren’t you popular~?”
Your hand pokes Beel’s side but the demon is already drooling at the mouth, holding up one finger as he looks down at the very simple menu.
“One gargantuan bucket of popcorn with Devilcheese topping and chupacabra butter drizzled on top--”
Beel nods, realizing he almost forgot his manners.
“Coming right up!”
The Little D takes out a rather big bucket and starts filling it out, Beel’s eyes not once straying from the deliciously warm, popped kernels entering the bucket as you take your time to look at the rest of the concession stand. As much as you would love to eat some of the popcorn with Beel, your hand was most likely at risk if it ever came near the vicinity of Beel and his food.
Besides, your demon would most likely finish that in 5 minutes flat.
So you scan the other items in front of you before shrugging and deciding on a small bag of pre-popped popcorn. This was more your speed anyway.
“Oh and can we also get--”
The bag gets snatched away from you quickly as another demon stands beside you, slamming down a couple of Grim on the counter as he makes quick work of the snack. You can’t help but stare as the demon grabs a handful and starts eating, his eyes meeting yours once he finally felt you staring.
“...did you want this, human?”
The question isn’t asked with any apology or remorse. It’s almost as if he is daring you to say something. Something inside you wants to call out to Beel to come help you deal with the less than savory Devildom interactions but you had 6 months left in this program...you needed to learn to stand up for yourself!
And by standing for yourself you meant saving your own ass.
With a grin, the demon laughs and throws a piece of popcorn at you.
“Good answer. At least you’re a human who knows their place.”
The piece lands on your jacket, your eyes rolling as you wipe it off and turn back to look at Beel.
Despite the sickening bone crushing sound as a spray of something flickered past your vision, nobody in the street seems to pay any attention to the now screaming demon behind you. You slowly turn around, looking down at the other demon now prostrated at your feet as the bag of popcorn was in Beel’s left hand--
And the demon’s arm was on his right.
The Little D blinks at the sight before frowning as he snaps his fingers at you, the demon’s screams now replaced with angry snarls and cries as Beel keeps holding him down onto the pavement. You put a hand over your mouth at the black blood now pooling under him and move away when the puddle starts growing outwards to you, your stomach churning and losing any sort of appetite you could have had at the sight.
“Hey human. I don’t care if one of your demons does this but mind taking it somewhere else? It’s going to wreck my shop.”
Wreck his--someone’s arm had just been ripped off!
Your eyes look to see if someone, anyone, was paying attention but the only thing you could seem to find were a couple of passing glances here and there as the rest of the Devildom went about its day despite the horrifying scene playing out next to them.
The Little D speaks up again.
“Aren’t you going to call him off?”
Beel’s usual friendly face is replaced with a calm anger as he stares down at the arm in front of him with a tentative look. He brings it close to his mouth, a similar string of saliva running down his lips as he opens his jaw---
He stops, eyes going back to stare at the way your legs were shaking and how much you were holding back from throwing up due to the smell of demon blood mixed with buttery popcorn.
“Scum like you aren’t worth eating.”
The Avatar of Gluttony drops the arm close to his victim, the demon quickly grabbing it and scampering off as you watch the droplets of black follow in his quick steps. You lean against the concession stand and put a hand over your heart as you try to calm yourself down and to get the bile in your throat to go back to where it belonged.
You jumped when you heard Beel calling out to you, your demon smiling as he took your hand and handed you the bag of popcorn you no longer wanted.
“This is the one you wanted, right?”
It was slimy. The popcorn inside was clearly not affected by the blood now sticking to the bag and your fingers.
“Or did you want some of mine? If it’s with you I’ll always share.”
That wasn’t the issue! He had just ripped another demon’s arm off and he was going to eat it--!
Beel calls out your name once again, smiling as he gets closer and looks down at you expectantly. You both look at each other for a good three seconds, the longest three seconds of your life, before the demon picks you up so that your backside is perched on his arm. A part of you was still willing to complain and demand that he get you down but he takes one of your hands and puts it on his cheek, kissing your palm while his tongue licks up some of the blood that had dried between your fingers.
“Did I do good?”
You can’t answer, the only thing you can do is watch as he presses another kiss to your hand.
“I heard human masters praise their demons when they do good…”
He nibbles on your thumb.
“Aren’t you going to praise me, master?”
A tongue licks right under your fingernail, trying to get to every nook and cranny almost as if he was savoring you--
Beel’s face lights up as he looks at you, eyes softening and bringing back the Beel you knew as you rub your thumb lightly across his cheek and do your best to swallow back the bile threatening to gargle its way up your throat once more.
“Thank you Beel...thank you.”
The touch of a master felt so nice, Beel thought, that it almost made it worth not eating what he had craved for in such a long time. But he was satiated with just this--the demon’s blood on your fingers tasted better than any topping he could think of.
You laugh as you feel Asmo wrap his arms around you and tug you close, the music thumping in your ears as Solomon chuckles at the image you two make. It had been a rough week for Asmo with the launch of his new perfume line, the plans he had for his pop up stores and then the collaboration he wanted to do with Majolish that was almost late in its release--but somehow it had all finished right on time in what had to be the longest five days in your life.
Being a celebrity in the human world was hard, you thought, but being a celebrity in the Devildom was much harder when you had to do most of the collaborations and testing of products yourself.
Maybe that is why Asmo brought you along, you guessed. In a way, you were providing him with emotional support and praising him every step of the way whenever he managed to get one thing done and immediately move to the other.
There were no breaks this whole week, either for you or for him, so coming to the Fall after the announcement of the collaboration with Majolish was like the cherry on top of a pretty piled up ice cream sundae.
Asmo lets out a happy hum as he presses a kiss to your cheek, pulling away with a loud smooch as he settles into the backrest of the seat.
“Everything got done on time! I can’t believe those jerks at the perfume company thought to move up the launch to Monday when they knew that I would also be talking to the palette company the same day! I gave each and every one of those executives my calendar! It’s like they can’t even read…”
Solomon shrugs and takes a sip of his drink, looking out into the sea of bodies on the dance floor dancing along to the music.
“You are becoming increasingly popular lately, Asmo, maybe they just wanted to get the launch done soon so they could start another project with you.”
The Avatar of Lust sighs and leans against you, cuddling close as you run a hand through his hair instinctively.
You’ve been doing this two or three times for the past five days so it's almost become second nature.
“I understand that they do want to get me into as many ad campaigns as possible, but if that is cutting into the time I spend with MC then they can just wait.”
His eyes shine when he looks at you, your heart picking up in speed as he leans closer.
“Right, MC? You’re all mine tonight?”
You can’t help it, Asmo has been working hard and you knew he thrived off attention so you just answer without thinking.
“As long as you don’t tell the other’s about it...I’m all yours.”
Asmo’s squealing and his arms wrapping around you cover up the worried look Solomon sends your way--
Only to be interrupted by someone clearing their throat.
It’s hard not to stare at the pretty demon in front of you. She is wearing a beautiful dress that shows off every asset from her hips to her chest, making it hard to concentrate on just one thing as she sends Asmo a shy smile. Her wings twitch lightly, letting you see the way the inside skin of her bat-like wings caught the neon lights and made them shine even more.
You still hadn’t gotten used to seeing succubuses and it showed.
Your demon unwraps himself from you and sits up straight, the other sitting down beside him and subtly pulling him close to whisper something into his ear. He nods and lets her go, the demon waving at him and heading out to the dance floor as Asmo starts stepping out of the booth the three of you occupied.
You can't help but ask.
"What did she say?"
Asmo takes out a pocket mirror and fixes his hair.
“She wanted to dance. I think I saw her at the pop up store today so she’s most likely a fan.”
He snaps the mirror shut and sends a wink your way.
“I’ll see you two in a bit~! Don’t miss me too much, okay?”
Solomon waves goodbye as you watch Asmo get lost in the crowd, sighing as you let yourself relax.
“He certainly kept you busy.”
You chuckle and put your drink down, eyes staring at the demons losing themselves to the song.
“I didn’t mind...it was nice to see him work so hard on something he was passionate about. I never see him try this hard at RAD so I didn’t know he had such a work oriented attitude when it came to stuff like his product line. Especially when it comes to organizational skills.”
“Did you see his face when one of the demons tried to stock the facial cream right next to the body wash in the store? I thought he was going to have a breakdown.”
Both of you laugh at the surreal memory as the music slows down to a smooth and intimate beat.
Swirling his drink in the glass, Solomon's voice gets serious as he speaks up again.
“How much praise have you been giving Asmo lately?”
What...kind of question was that? Did he mean how much you had been praising Asmo this week or as a whole?
“A regular amount?”
There was Monday when you praised him with dealing with such a short notice change to the plans, Tuesday when Lucifer caught him trying to sneak away from RAD in order to talk to some other company that wanted to work with him and he ended up coming back to RAD instead, Wednesday was a day full of praise because you got to see Asmo’s work ethic first hand with the pop up store as well as how nice he had been to his fans, Thursday and Friday sort of blended together---
“You may want to cut it back.”
The beat drops low as the music gets more intense, the bodies on the floor grinding against each other as Solomon puts his drink down and makes an effort to look you in the eyes.
“Asmo hasn’t had a master like you before. You tend to be free and open with your affection and to a demon that is--”
“Sol, I'm not their master. I'm their friend. ”
You didn't want to explain this to Solomon again. The title of master was so pretentious, just because you shared a pact with the seven Lords of Hell didn't mean you could boss them around! And you didn't want to order them around in the first place!
The brothers were your family, Asmo was your family and you'd be damned if anyone tried to put you in a level above them.
Surprise is the first reaction you see in his eyes before Solomon concedes and drinks the rest of his cocktail, gently placing the glass down and sending you an understanding smile.
"The brothers really got lucky when they got you, didn't they? A human who is kind even to a demon."
He taps the table with his hand and stands up, a hand going up to stop you when you copy his movements.
"I'm sure Asmo will want to keep you here for a bit more. I think I can make my way to Purgatory Hall by myself."
Well, now you feel bad.
Solomon knew more than you on the matter of demons and pacts but you knew how to handle the brothers now. You’ve been with them a full year, that’s enough to know a person’s inner workings. You could handle Lucifer at his crankiest, Mammon at his craziest and Satan at his angriest. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to know more about pacts, it’s just that what you had with the brothers, what you had with Asmo, went beyond that--
Your view of the club is cut off as you feel a pair of hands cover your eyes.
Fight and flight instincts are subdued when you recognize the voice, your body relaxing and smiling as you touch the demon’s hand to pry it away--only to feel something warm and wet covering his skin.
It's strange how quickly you’ve come to recognize the smell of demonic blood. The brothers had done their best to hide that side of the Devildom for you but you caught glimpses of the violence here and there. It was a demon’s nature, you supposed, but the strong odor always made your eyes tear up.
So having the smell so close to you now, it was making you dizzy and keeping you rooted to your spot.
"Oh? MC you are all tensed up--ah."
The tilt in his voice changes as Asmo pulls his hands away so you could blink away the spots dancing around your eyes.
"Do I smell bad, MC?"
You waste no time standing up, turning around and then walking behind the booth, pupils shrinking as you see the black liquid running from Asmo's arm all the way to the very tip of his fingers. Whatever isn't soaked up by Asmo's jacket drips onto the floor, each drop heavy and messy as they littered the flashing floor.
"I probably do to a human, huh? The feeling alone is disgusting--"
"Asmo what happened?!”
Why was he bleeding so much? There were no cuts in his jacket and he didn’t seem to be freaking out. Did something happen in the dancefloor, had someone tried to attack him--why wasn’t he more alarmed!? You stop investigating his arm when Asmo coos at you as he takes your hand and intertwines it with yours.
“Always so cute~ Are you worried for me, MC?”
“Yes?! Did you get into a fight--?”
A blood stained finger taps your lips, Asmo letting out a sly grin as he leans close to whisper into your ear.
“It isn’t mine, darling, you don’t need to worry so much.”
Your hands try to tug away from his when he speaks but he keeps you close, his other hand wrapping around your waist as he forces your attention on his voice and his voice alone.
“The succubus I was dancing with? She was a bit...rude. I don’t know why she started making such accusatory comments about you keeping me all to yourself and not letting me pay attention to my fans, but she just let her mouth run anyway. She started saying such mean things about you, MC, I just couldn’t take it.”
He lets out a happy sigh, as if satisfied with the decision he had taken as he buries his face in your shoulder.
“So I just ripped one of her wings off to warn her. I didn’t think she’d spray this much out--ruined my entire outfit.”
Asmo presses a kiss to your neck as you try to pull away again but can only budge from his hold as he starts swaying you to the music.
“Hehe, I did a good thing, didn’t I? What is it Levi says? I protected your honor?”
His fingernails seem to almost dig into your back, your body now barely feeling like yours as you let Asmo move you side to side as the music switches to a love song from the human world.
“So shouldn’t I get some praise, master?”
You can’t breathe. It’s not just Asmo pulling you close as you feel yourself sag in his arms with how tightly he is holding you, you can’t breathe because of his confession and just how stupid you could be.
Solomon didn’t praise Asmo as much, in fact he was stricter with Asmo than the other demons you knew he had a pact with, and you had just blown off any sort of advice because you thought that you and the brothers were the same.
“Masteeeer~ Tell me something good...please~”
His words are no longer coherent but just mumbles as you feel him breathing you in as the music grows louder and louder and his grip grows tighter and tighter.
Asmo grins as he feels two hands embrace him, burying your face in his chest as you let him move you in whatever way he wants.
“...thank you...thank you for protecting me…”
He lets out a pleased sigh as he feels your arm rub his back up and down, his mouth opening up to lick and bite at the skin you were so carelessly letting him be so close but stopping himself. It wouldn’t make sense to worship his master with all this blood on one side of him. Words of praise were enough for now.
Once they get back to the House of Lamentation, he’ll ask for a different kind of reward~
Demons do not necessarily have to please their masters but the stronger the connection the stronger the need to make their devotion shown. It is important that the connection between a demon and their master stays one of giving and taking. If the balance is shifted, the human or the demon may lose control of the pact entirely, leaving the remaining party to act irrationally. Just remember:
Your master is temporary.
What exists between you and your master is temporary.
Humans stay with humans, demons stay with demons.
You read the passage a couple more times and then take a peek at the blonde in front of you, blinking when you see Satan meeting your eyes. Both of you look at each other before he breaks first, smiling as he puts his book down and speaks up.
“How are you holding up?”
Looking down at your notes, you blink at the lack of writing on the page. You two had been studying here for an hour for your Pactology exam but your eyes had just been stuck on that passage since you first opened the book. You weren’t going to be forward enough to say that Satan was in love with you but you could admit that the feelings between him and you had certainly grown.
“I’m good just...studying, you know?”
In fact, it had been that way with all of the brothers.
You weren’t necessarily friends but also not necessarily lovers. All of it was just a convoluted mess that all of you preferred to not give a name because of just how complicated it was.
Yet Satan had always been a bit more straightforward with you.
The rather direct straight messages, the always polite yet flirty attitude, the secret glances he thought you wouldn’t notice that used to make you laugh but now they made you worry.
Were you being too lenient?
The book was set up as a case study so there were some pages filled with stories about demons who had done atrocious things in order to please their masters in the name of 'love'. Some demons had killed entire royalty lines while others had topped over governments and kingdoms. It wasn’t necessarily spoken as if it was a bad thing, what a demon did when they were in love, it was just spoken as a sort of ‘warning’ that most demons should be the level headed ones in the pact relationship.
Lest they wish to be subjugated to a unilateral pact rather than a bilateral one, all for 'love'.
But maybe you didn't need to worry about that? The stories they spoke of were of some sort of twisted devotion a demon could have for their master! The brothers weren’t devoted to you like that. Satan still teased you from time to time and he knew you were still working your way around having seven pacts. Why would he be devoted to a human like yourself? Why would any of them be devoted to you in such a way!
You close the book as your demon comes to sit down next to you, Satan putting an arm around your chair and sliding closer so he could look at your notes. He hums at the blank pages before smiling and opening the book back up, scanning the index for a moment before tapping one line and flipping to the correct page.
“The test is going to be handwritten so you have to make sure you can explain this case in detail--”
He flips back a couple pages, not noticing you looking at him as he clicks his tongue when he finds it.
“And this one as well. If you know these two by the time the test rolls around you should be fine, these are the professors favourite cases so they are bound to be on there--"
“Satan, how do you feel about me?”
Surprised wouldn't begin to cover what he looks like. Satan pulls away slightly to get a better look at you and then smiles as he tucks a stray piece of hair over your ear.
"Why the sudden question?"
You can't help but blush, he always acted like this even in public. Were you enabling him, maybe, by letting him do this? But it felt so nice--
"Just...want to know, you know?
Satan nods before flipping a couple of pages on the book and stopping on the page you were reading. He takes a couple of seconds to scan the words.
"Humans stay with humans...demons stay with demons."
He blinks and looks at you, his eyes fixated on every involuntary twitch as the library gets even more quiet.
"Do you believe this, MC?"
You look at Satan and then back to the book.
"What do you mean?"
His expression softens as he clears his throat.
"Well some of these books were written a very long time ago and times change. Just like the Devildom changes. Look at us, we have a library now. One with computers and everything."
"And not one with typewriters?"
Both of you laugh, the mundanity of it all setting in as you feel yourself relax. It was the same back in the human world, afterall. Things changed, people changed, everything was in a constant state of change so why shouldn't the Devildom experience the same thing?
You weren't doing anything wrong.
"I'll find a newer version then--"
"No need. The notes I took should be enough. Besides--"
Satan scoots even closer and leans over the table to grab his notebook, smiling as his hand grabs your shoulder and brings you closer to him.
"We can just study like this. Since we are at the library we should be keeping quiet."
With renewed confidence, you smile and lean against his shoulder as the hand on the back of your chair pulls you in closer to press a kiss on your cheek. The next few minutes are spent doing nothing but whispering to each other about the exam and several other questions you might have had before Satan mentions something about grabbing a book he needs and how you just needed to sit tight.
Your eyes had to stop staring at so many pact symbols so the break was highly welcome.
Rubbing them with your hands, you miss the demon standing up and walking towards your table.
The tone is stern but surprisingly polite, making you pay attention quickly as you greet the demon with a slight head nod. They take a minute to look at you up and down before speaking again.
“Listen...I really don’t mean to sound rude but I really don’t think you should be doing this outside.”
You blink and look around you, trying to find the clear social violation you had crossed, which only made the demon roll their eyes and tap their finger on the table to bring back your attention.
“I meant the affection, human. I understand that Lord Satan is proud or whatever of having you as his master but that sort of praise should be kept private. If you want to subjugate your demon like that, please do so where none of us can see---”
The liquid that hits your face is warm, disgustingly warm, that you immediately put a hand over your eyes and hiss at the small stinging sensation it seems to be leaving behind. A scream, far too close to you, makes you jump from your seat as you rub at your eyes furiously with your sleeve in order to see what had happened...or what was possibly attacking you.
You don't waste a second, you immediately react with your first instinct.
Your blood was pumping, your face was warm, every single hair on your body was standing on end as you finally rub and blink away the thing that was blinding you--
Only to be met with Satan's eyes shining as they look at you, a smile on his face while preening at the fact that you had called out his name, not once caring about the eyeball he was now holding in his hand and the demon kneeling in front of him gripping at the blood and skin that was now pooling and dripping down their face and to the floor while hazardously, screaming bloody murder.
Satan’s breathing is heavy as he throws the eye off to the side, smiling as he ignores the demon bleeding out on the floor in favor of taking care of you.
“What a shame, it got you all dirty.”
He takes a handkerchief from his pocket while his other hand went to delicately touch your chin--
Only to blink when you step away from him, his hand hanging in the air as he looks at you. You open your mouth to speak about what he had done, to give any sort of reprimand or punishment but the anger in your demon’s eyes as he smiled and tried to reach out for you again kept you from saying anything and only letting you close your mouth as his hand tilted your chin up.
“I was right. We should have just studied in my room. You shouldn’t have had to deal with someone like them.”
You can only stare at him in horror as he cleans away the blood slowly, licking his lips before leaning down to give your now clean cheek a brief peck.
“Aren’t you happy I was here to protect you, MC?”
Your eyes darted down to the demon on the floor, picking themselves up and running out of the library as everybody else continued working in silence, as if only a mild inconvenience had happened that had barely disrupted the atmosphere of the library.
“I did a good job, didn’t I? Getting them away from you..”
Why did no one help them? Why did no one stop it?
“You even called out to me.”
Your heart stops as your demon takes your hand and presses his lips to your knuckles.
“What sort of praise will you give me, master?”
No one stopped him because that was your job.
The text flashes in your head, a note you had also forgotten to jot down.
You do not need praise from your master.
Humans do not realize it but their praise, due to the pact's effects, gives a sense of calm that is not present in a demon’s nature and can keep a demon subjugated and even persuade them to make the pact permanent. A demon will find themselves seeking out that praise indefinitely, leading to irrational acts of violence that aren’t stated in the pact and an increase in a demon’s possessive nature towards their master if praise isn’t given often.
Keep a level head and remember, you work for you and not for them.
Satan smiles as he feels your fingers on his cheek, wiping the blood away slowly as you try to continue the action despite the small thrum of pain on your thumb as you touched the now drying black blood.
“You did good...thank you…thank you Satan.”
It’s like he can breathe again, your demon thinks, with the way you are touching his hair and looking up at him. You looked so helpless and how could he possibly ignore such a cute look? He takes your hand and helps you pick the stuff strewn across the table, tutting at the mess the bug dared to leave behind on the notebooks.
But it didn’t matter now, his room was a lot quieter and a better place to study anyway.
If he and his master ended up studying at all.
FALL INTO DESPAIR!
You sigh as your fingers move against the controllers, your character gliding on the screen as they did their signature move and jumped back onto the platform with great ease.
Good thing this was just the practice stage, you were pretty sure you wouldn't have made that smooth a-jump if you were playing against Levi.
Another sigh escapes you as you look at the door.
Where did Levi even go?
What was the point of playing a new game if he wasn't around to tell you every single detail about it? That was the first reason you had bought Demonic Gear anyway, to laugh as Levi complained or praised a certain feature in the game.
This game specifically had been one Levi was extremely hyped to buy, even inviting you to wait with him outside one of the few game stores the Devildom had opened for the release.
The experience itself was one you had to take part in, Levi insisted as he dragged you outside, one that would take a normie like you and turn them into a hardcore gamer.
Which you honestly couldn't care less about.
You just liked seeing him excited.
Was it silly to say that it also got you excited as well? Levi tended to share everything with you when it came to his interests that it made it hard not to get excited as well.
And with how often Levi tended to put himself down for having no friends, inviting you to something he enjoyed was probably the biggest test of friendship he could give you.
One, you would like to say, you barely passed.
You look at your fingers on the controller, frowning as you tap 'A' to restart the match.
Waiting in line with Levi had been a good experience like you thought, he had a backpack full of snacks and even warmers for your pockets so that your hands wouldn't get cold.
It was cute when you offered to hold hands inside your jacket pocket so that he also wouldn't feel cold, Levi nearly dropping a full chip bag in surprise as he sputtered about how he needed to keep himself bright and alert in case the doors opened early--!
Only to mutter in a low voice how he wouldn't mind doing it for a few minutes, just as long as you paid attention as well.
You smiled and let his hand intertwine with yours while huddled close, smiling whenever you felt him squeeze down just to prove that this was in fact real.
Maybe that had been your first mistake.
The doors had opened earlier than they had advertised, people immediately rushing in as the line moved fast and hazardously--
"Move over, human trash!"
It was fast, whatever the demon did to make you trip, but you barely could pull your hand away as you felt yourself about to fall--
Levi's hands were rough as he caught and pulled you away from the sea of people, hugging you tight to his chest as the demons in line quickly shuffled into the store and out with their copies in hand.
By the time you two were able to go in, there wasn't a single copy left.
The walk back home had been quiet, a look of guilt on your face as you tell him that the moment a new shipment came you would go back and buy it yourself--
But Levi just said it wasn't your fault and that he was just happy he got to hold your hand.
You insisted on going to his room and playing a different game but Levi asked you to just wait for him there, stating that there was something he needed to do before he could be worthy to stand by your side again.
That line alone made you worried. He only talked like this when he was really upset about something.
Without waiting one second, you run to his room and search up the game on the online store. Levi was planning to spend this amount anyway so it didn’t matter whether you purchased it online or as a physical copy, right!
Who were you kidding? It mattered to him...and so it mattered to you.
“Maybe I can reserve a copy now? Surely the shipment will arrive soon--”
You jump up and put the remote down on his chair, smiling as you turn around to at least tell him about how you got him a consolation prize--!
Yet your gasp interrupts any sort of good news that you could give, almost tripping over yourself as you watch a small drop of blood drip off from Levi’s nails, the rest matted to the clothes of his demon form as he gave you a small smile.
All your thoughts are on immediately making sure he isn’t hurt, going to reach for his arm--but feeling your hand stopped by his as he immediately gets down on one knee.
“I took care of them, Master.”
“The rats that tried to hurt you.”
He looks up and you feel yourself back away, the hand grabbing yours tugging you back slightly as you look away from him. Levi had never looked so focused, his eyes never once breaking eye contact with yours as he switched from grabbing onto your hand to holding it with both of his hands.
“I saw their faces...the ones who did something so unforgivable. My instincts had told me to get rid of them right that instant but my Master needed my protection first.”
Levi presses your hand to his cheek and closes his eyes.
“But I followed their scent afterwards, the sick scent they had left behind on you when they got too close. They hadn’t even gone straight home to play the game they had stolen from us--they were just bragging...bragging about their foolish attempt to hurt you.”
He smiles as his hold gets tighter.
“But a fool always gets what a fool deserves.”
You remembered that line. The fourth book from the TSL series, the line the Lord of Shadows whispers to Henry before killing off one of the Lord of Fool’s messengers who had been sent to take Henry away. You remember Levi talking about how that book nearly had not been printed because of such a graphic detail on the description of the murder, revealing a side of the Lord of Shadows that fans may not have seen before…
The quiet and reclusive Lord, ripping the arm of the messenger clean off before proceeding to gouge out the inside of the stump with just his nails, the messenger only being able to scream in pain as the viscera gathered in a pool of meat and blood right next to his feet--!
Your hand twitches in realization as the blood burns your skin slightly, like when you put it far too close to the stove when it was clear that you needed to pull away.
“And better news yet, I reaped their spoils for you...for us…”
He shakily presses your hand on his head, his smile getting wobbly as a small trace of saliva slowly drips down the side of his lips.
“S--So please...praise me, my Master! Praise the good job your demon has done for you…! The Hero he has become for you!”
In your head, you remember the rest of that scene. The Lord of Shadows had turned to Henry with a nervous but victorious smile, claiming how he had saved his friend from being taken away from his side. Yet the book spoke about Henry's sudden and tiny fear of what the Lord of Shadows was capable of, his praise not born from gratitude but from fear of what would happen if he didn't give the once evil Lord what he wanted.
So you spoke your line perfectly and with what must have been the same fear that Henry felt as you gently ran your fingers through Levi's hair.
"My...my friend. My hero...thank you for keeping me safe...and keeping me close to you."
Levi feels his heart beat fast at your words, his breathing now ragged and heavy as he feels your words affect every single nerve in his body.
This...this was his first headpat! A headpat from his Master! Of all the items he could have possibly gotten from this quest--this was the rarest item of all! Even if he had to go and waste his time with some normie demons, it really had all been worth it! All for his master's praise!
Maybe if he begged enough...their Master would spend the night with him as well?
Your leg was bouncing more than you’d care to think about.
How did you even get into this mess? It wasn’t that you were unsupervised at any time during the day, Mammon was always the one insisting he walk you to and from classes the first few months of your pact with him so it was almost impossible to be alone..
But demon's were crafty and you had let your guard down while in RAD.
You look around and sigh, Mammon was really late.
It had been his idea to meet in this cafe, why was he the one late!? Your leg starts bouncing again as you look down at your phone and the rather glaring message that was from an unmarked number.
[You better not forget your promise, human, else we'll go after your scumbag protector!]
As much as you loved Mammon, it was getting harder to get him out of his debts nowadays. Not that you could possibly pay off any sort of debts that he had, you were sure some of them were in the millions, but this one had been different.
Some demons had managed to corner you outside of RAD, telling you that Mammon had given them a fake human artifact and how they wanted the 'real' thing.
You had made a face apparently because they told you it wasn't something that disgusting and that they weren't the kind of demons to 'mess around' with humans and how that was only for freaks.
They just wanted something of yours that they could sell.
Which, okay, you could do that.
"Mammon, where are you…"
They had agreed to meet you in an alley near the cafe you were currently at, one of the reasons you said yes to Mammon in the first place. You were just going to have coffee with him and then excuse yourself to give the demons what they wanted. It was going to be the quickest exchange of your life if only your demon would get here!
You grab your phone and shoot back a quick message, telling them to be patient and that you would be there in a few minutes.
The promise was getting harder to keep though.
With the ghost waiters staring at you and the other demons looking at you pitifully for sitting at a table all alone, you were starting to get more and more upset by the minute.
This was spoiling Mammon. Lucifer was right, you were actively spoiling Mammon at this point.
But how could you say no to him! Mammon may have his moments and, yes, he may have tried to sell something of yours but almost all of that cash that he seemed to get back went to get small presents for you and him! Your entire shelf back at the House of Lamentation was filled with little knick knacks he had bought you over the past few months and even the sight of them were enough to send your heart flying.
Any gift that Mammon gave you was stored and kept away at a very special place, both in your room and in your heart.
You weren’t shy about it either, any sort of jewelry he would buy would be worn by you the next day. It was met by annoyed comments and an occasional outburst as to why Mammon had such bad taste in jewelry but you knew that was the brother’s usual way of teasing you and him.
Your eyes go down to the bracelet you were wearing, smiling as you rub your thumb over the small golden links that kept it hanging around your wrist.
He had done so much for you, it was time you did this for him.
[Mammon! I need to go somewhere first! I’ll meet you at the cafe when I can, okay?]
Good thing you didn’t tell him you got here first and even better thing that you didn’t order anything. The chair scrapes against the cobblestone as you make your way out of the cafe, running down a somewhat familiar street as you try to find the correct alleyway.
“In front of The Fall and then take a left, in front of The Fall and take a left--”
You smile as the lights of The Fall greet you, illuminating the only alleyway that could possibly fit the description. Digging into your pockets, you pull out the artifact you were going to hand over and nod in determination.
“Hand it over and get out...nothing hard about that.”
Your hand goes over your heart as you try to calm it down while you turn and take the first few steps in--
The name escapes you before you can take in the image in front of you, a pair of blueish eyes staring at you Mammon’s leathery wings open up to hide the splatters of blood all over the concrete walls, but failing to hide the thing that he was holding in his hand.
A head. A head with a spine underneath that curved so perfectly, just like horns adorsninf the top.
The horns of a demon who looked so so similar to the one you had spoken to today--
His fingers immediately drop what he is holding on the poorly hidden pool of viscera strewn around him before retracting back to the fingers you were so used to seeing steal that it was so different to see them covered in blood.
"Why didn't you wait a the cafe…?"
And although you know it's him, you know that Mammon would never hurt you, your body takes a few steps back when he turns around to face you entirely.
Mammon in his demon form wasn’t anything new but your brain had equated it to match more serious events such as being in the Demon Lord’s castle or a dangerous situation. So seeing him in this form, with blood almost dripping off the leathery garments as he turns to look at you and calls out your name again in a worried but serious tone.
It was getting harder to fight your survival instincts.
He holds out his hand and you quickly recoil away, Mammon looking down and cursing when he sees it is caked with viscera and demon blood, the stench of it getting heavier the closer he gets to you. Quickly wiping it away, your demon wastes no time in meeting your steps as his hand goes to grab the back of your head and his arm wraps around your waist to pull you close to him.
“Why didn’t you tell me they were bothering you?”
Your eyes were stinging from the smell of death all around him, which you guessed was a good thing since you didn’t even know how to answer his question.
“When did they get to you...I was with you this entire week…”
It was like he wasn’t even directing these questions at you, just thinking out loud to himself as you feel his wings stretch out so that you wouldn’t be able to see the bloody mess on the cobblestone street--
A hand runs through your hair as Mammon hugs you tighter, your lips now pressed in a thin line as you hear vague whispers of what he should have done to them in the first place if they had dared to come and talk to you so openly.
“They shouldn’t have been around you, none of them have, nobody but me should be around you always…”
Your hand grips at his bicep as you feel his hold tighten.
“I had to protect my master...who else is going to protect you but me?”
He quickly pulls you away slightly and cups your face, your skin crawling when you feel the other hand he had fail to clean press against your cheek as he forced your eyes on him.
“You really should have told me something sooner...but I don’t mind forgiving my Master for something they couldn’t control.”
Mammon smiles and wraps his wings around you, so that nothing could possibly deter you from staring only at him.
“...I’m your protector, aren’t I?”
His hands fingernails lightly dig into your cheek as you jump when he speaks again.
“Say I’m your protector...please Master…”
It was fight of flight for you and the only way you could defend yourself was to soothe the beast in front of you with the words he wanted to hear.
“You’re...you’re my protector...Mammon...you always protect me…”
Your eyes never tear away from him as you copy his movements, cupping his cheeks and doing your best to hold back tears as the worry inside of you morphs into an awful dreadful feeling.
“Say it again.”
“You’re my protector…”
“Thank you for protecting me…”
Your demon lets go of your cheeks as you start to cry, smiling when he feels just how shaken you were by the whole situation. It must have been scary to be bullied by those scumbags, wasn’t it? But you didn’t have to cry anymore, your Mammon was here to protect you from everything that wished to take you away from him. He presses his lips to the corners of your eyes before hugging you close, reminding himself that from now on he would never dare to leave you alone.
His master deserved his protection, even if they didn’t know they needed it.
“Nice to meet you!”
You try to hold your smile just as you are holding out your hand, looking at one of the many Dukes of Hell that Diavolo was introducing you to during one of his many birthday parties.
Only for them to once again ignore you, smiling at Lucifer as they shake his hand and go back to enjoying the party.
“...well so much for that.”
You sigh and let your hand flop to your side as Lucifer stares at the guest walk away before turning back to you and offering you a sympathetic smile. As much as you wish you could return it, it was annoying to think that Diavolo had once again invited you to one of his many parties and decided to ignore the very clear fact that you were still a human.
And that most demons, especially demon royalty, tended to hate your guts.
No matter what you could possibly represent, you were still one of the races that they believed themselves to be superior to and no amount of smiling and hand shaking could fix that.
So it was annoying that Diavolo still thought that he could put you in those situations and pretend like there was nothing wrong.
“Did you see how she looked at me?”
“They were most likely impressed by your outfit, they had the decency to look at you at least.”
“They stared into my eyes for one second before ignoring me and being all smiley with you.”
You make a face as you turn towards Lucifer and give him your best aristocratic ‘I’m so much better than you’ gesture.
“Why Lucifer, you look just as radiant as the day we met! Would you save a dance for me later on tonight?”
Lucifer chuckles and takes your hand, leading you towards the stairs of the great palace.
“As much as I enjoyed the joke, I will have to let you go. One of the Duchesses of the Seventh Layer of the Devidom has asked for a dance and Diavolo fears she might throw an earth shattering tantrum if she does not get her wish.”
Your eyes look out towards the crowd as you spot the duchess in question, her eyes not once staring at you but almost drilling holes into Lucifer’s back as she tapped her fingers against her arm in anger at the mere thought of being kept waiting.
“Oh her? I like the hairpin she has on.”
Letting go of Lucifer’s hand, you go up the first few steps as Lucifer’s eyes remain fixed on your form.
“Yeah. I think it was a ghost lily? Either way, it was beautiful. It looked like it could go well with either long or short hair, those kinds of hairpins are hard to come by.”
You grin and turn to look at Lucifer.
“You think it’d look good on me?”
He doesn’t get to answer the question as you feel a rumble underneath your feet, both of you turning to stare at the fuming woman making her way towards you.
“That’s my cue. Good luck!”
Lucifer calls out to you but you are already halfway up the stairs, giggling to yourself as you realize just what your poor demon had to go through by being Diavolo’s second right hand man. That Duchess looked far too angry to be a regular demon, if you had stayed any longer she would have probably killed you right where you stood!
Well, not like Lucifer would let that happen.
Despite already being far away from the crowd, your smile stays on your face as you make your way towards one of the many balconies around the castle. The air is fresh and cool on your face as you lean against the dark marble to take in the view of the Devildom from Diavolo’s castle.
Whatever this had been, whether a cultural exchange program or some form of divine punishment, it was becoming easier to manage.
In fact, it had become a lot easier to manage once you had Lucifer’s pact mark imprinted on your left eye, officially making it the most prominent pact mark on your body. As much as you wished to believe that you had accustomed yourself to regular ol' Devildom life, Lucifer's pact mark had done most of the heavy lifting.
And that alone was enough to make you feel guilty.
The point of this entire 'exchange' was to lessen the strain of many years of conflict between the three realms and while Simeon and Solomon were pulling their weight, with Luke following behind rather dutifully, you had still struggled with basic demon interactions.
Until you got Lucifer's mark.
It didn't necessarily get better, but you were snarled at less by those who didn't want you there and that was enough to count it as a positive.
You press your hands against the marble of the balcony and let out another sigh. Didn't this just prove you were also putting pressure on Lucifer? Ontop of what he already had?
No. You weren't about to be a dead weight to your demon.
With how often Lucifer took care of you? And how much he said he treasured you? No! You refused to be a burden to him!
Shaking off the sadness you take in two deep breaths before humming and thinking of a way to possibly repay it back to him. You two dancing at Diavolo's party would be a bit too much for guests--so maybe you could dance here?
You grin and put your hands up as if you were with a partner, doing your best in imitating the basic waltz steps that Lucifer had taught you. Surprising him by offering to dance outside, with the moon shining down on you two as you thanked him for all he had done!
Best idea you've had this whole cultural exchange, really.
You laugh and spin around but a barrier stops you from making a full spin, hands grabbing your shoulders and keeping you in place.
"Are you enjoying the party, Master?"
Perfect! He had finished!
"Lucifer! I had an idea! How about we--"
The hairpin catches your attention first, the ornament being just as beautiful as close as it was at a distance yet speckled with something red against its shiny gold leaves as Lucifer held it up to you--
You push the hairpin away from your face as Lucifer smiles and leans into your touch, your left hand cupping the side of his face that had been sprinkled with the most blood. Your eyes go down to his collar and gasp when you see angry, red lines running from under his chin all the way to his collarbone, making his black shirt look even darker with the blood it was now absorbing.
And yet he didn't seem panicked, just smiling calmly as he holds your hand and presses it against the harsh wounds.
"Lucifer, we need to get you some help! We--We need to get Barbatos or Diavolo! Oh my stars you're bleeding so much--!'
"What happened! Is anybody else hurt? Why didn't you call for me--!"
You yelp when you feel Lucifer pressing your hands against the wound, the blood feeling wrong against your hand and skin but it does help from feeling the angry ridges from where the skin had been ripped.
"Do I look in pain?"
No. And that's what worried you the most.
"You...you don't but--"
"Believe me, these wounds are more than welcomed. Especially when they are a sign of how I protected you."
He keeps your hand pressed against his wound, pressing it closer and closer until you were sure that the tingling sensation in your hand was the feeling of it lightly burning your skin.
"The Duchess was just a pest as I thought but one good thing came from her corpse. I figured if a demoness that could run her tongue for so long didn't need her head to begin with."
The words don't hit you until you feel the hairpin pressed against your hair, feeling it clip into place as Lucifer adjusted it just a bit.
"No matter if short or long...I think this hairpin suits you best."
Lucifer smiles as he wraps one arm around your waist, keeping your hand trapped against his wound while he pressed a kiss to the tears now forming around the corner of your eyes.
"It's alright, Master, no need to thank me with your words. This should have been expected of me in the beginning..."
He smiles as he takes your other hand and places it on his shoulder, gently guiding you through the steps you had danced by yourself as his lips move from your eyes to your own trembling ones.
"Although it would be a shame if I had to go after another duke or duchess all to seek out my master's praise...it would be a hassle for Barbatos to clean up…"
Lucifer smiles as your lips quickly press against his, your entire body trembling against him as he continues to guide you through your little dance. How awful, you were probably cold from standing outside so long…
He'd be a waste of a demon if he didn't warm his master up, but he guessed that it would be appropriate to look for a private room first.
No need to let the pests see how cutely his Master cried for him.
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Headcanons - How would the brothers and Diavolo react if they ended up having to sleep in the same room as MC and MC confessed their love for them, while they (MC) are sleeping
It happens when Diavolo invites you and all the brothers at his castle
Diavolo probably knows that Lucifer likes you, so he tells him that you and him will sleep in the same room and we all know that Lucifer won't say no to Diavolo
Lucifer leaves you in the room while he goes out to check if everyone else is in their room, because he doesn't want to let Mammon steal something from the castle
When he comes back you would be sleeping already, so he would go to sleep too, but he would wake up when he feels like someone is holding him
He wakes up and finds you in HIS bed, hugging HIM and he literally freezes.
He doesn't know what to do, because he can clearly understand that you're sleeping by the pace of your breath
He almost picks you up to put you back in your bed, but you unconsciously grab his sleeve
"Lucifer...smells...so...good...love him" you muttered and you can be sure that not even his pride will stop him from blushing
Idk why, but one of my headcanons for him is that he has a very good perfume that he always uses, sooo
Since you came in the Devildom your room is his new room, since he always wants to be around you
So it happens when you fell asleep in his arms one day
You two had a pillow fight and you got so tired that you ended up falling on him, but you didn't really want to move, so you both stayed in that position until you fell asleep
Mammon would stay up just to look at your peaceful expression while you sleep, until he hears you mumble something
"Mammon...hold me" you say, snuggling against him, but he thinks you're awake
He doesn't say anything just because after said that you snored, so he understand that you're actually asleep
He would get so flustered when he hears that and his blushing face becomes even redder after hearing you mumble again
"...Mammon..I love you"
He almost faints
It would be when Levi's room was full of Ruri's packages from the human reign
He asked you if he could sleep in your room, because there wasn't enough space in his room and you agreed
At first, he would try to sleep on the floor, but when you tell him that it's okay if you both sleep on the same bed he would probably get flustered, but still get on the bed with you
He would be even more flustered if you decided to hug him or put your head on his chest before falling asleep
He would probably be too nervous to fall asleep and would be surprised when you start saying his name in your sleep
"Levi...You know that I love you, right?" He would literally become a blushing hot mess.
"W-what? MC, are you a-asleep?"
After understanding that you aren't awake he would probably hold you tight while still blushing.
"D-Damn...How can you be so cute?" he would whisper with trembling lips.
You had a nightmare and can't sleep, so you go to his room
At first, he's confused and also a little angry that someone woke him up, but he calms down when he understands that it's you who woke him up
When you ask to sleep with him he blushes a little, but he let you stay in his room
He will also agree to hug you, even if he gets flustered because of it
You both fall asleep, but he wakes up to you caressing his hair in your sleep
"MC...what are you doing?" He would ask in a soft voice, still sleepy
He would let out a content sigh when you don't stop, almost going back to sleep, until...
His eyes would widen all of sudden and he would blush with an happy grin while looking at your sleeping figure before getting even closer to you
It also happens when you're at Diavolo's castle with the brothers
Remember when he and Mammon fought because Asmo wanted to sleep in the same bed as you? That's when it happened
He ends up sleeping in your bed, because you don't mind when he tries to cuddle you and hold you, but you're not going to tell him ehehe
However, he won't really make a move on you without your consent
He will wake up in the middle of the night, feeling you snuggle into his chest and whispering his name
He will immediately understand that you're sleeping too
"I love you so... much" Asmo would smile, cooing at you for being so cute, until you repeat that phrase and add his name to it
Then he would grin in happiness
"I love you too, my dear" he knows that you didn't hear him, but he's still happy to know your feelings for him
It happens after he destroyed your room because of Mammon
He would get up to see if you're alright when he hears you softly say his name and then something that he didn't understand
He wouldn't understand that you're asleep until you turn on your side and instinctively grab his hand that slowly reached your face
"I love you...Beel.." he would be surprised, but after a moment of shock he would softly chuckle and carefully get his hand out of your grasp
Being the big softy that he is I wouldn't be surprised if he gave you a soft kiss on your forehead before going back to sleep
You were trying to find him, because Beel said that he didn't know where he was
And you find him sleeping in the attic
You end up in his arms after trying to wake him up
"Five more minutes..." he mumbled without letting you go, so you just fell asleep too
He would be the first to wake up when he hears you softly calling his name
"ᴵ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᴮᵉˡᵖʰᶦᵉ" it was a whisper, but he heard it very well
He would softly giggle at you before tightening his hold around you, not wanting to let you go
"You really know how to make me happy, don't you?" He would whisper in your ear before going back to sleep
This man is so sly
He will surely find a reason to make you stay in his castle with him and let you stay in his room, so that Lucifer won't find out that you're there
You end up sleeping in his bed with him, but you fall asleep while you're talking to him
Diavolo would laugh quietly at your small snores and move some of your hair out of your face just to look at you
He would be surprised to hear you say his name
You don't know how pleased he will feel when you quietly mumble "how much you love him"
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I’m just curious, how do you think the brothers and dateables would moan? Breathy, raspy, heck even a “grandpa” who chronically smokes type of moan?
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐀𝐍 ft. om! brothers + dateables
includes: lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beezlebub, belphagor, diavolo, barbatos, simeon & solomon
content warning: 18+ content, swearing, descriptions of moaning & mentions of punishments and pet play
💭: wooo!! this was easy to write about! I also had so much fun figuring out how they moan- thanks for requesting <3
this man is so quiet!!
the only sounds that you will hear are the sounds of him grunting when he climaxes
however, if you run your fingers down his horns to the base of them he will moan!
just be prepared for a punishment of course..
oh wow.. this demon WHINES
he's like a puppy begging for attention
at first, he'll try to keep quiet
but don't let him fool you
as soon as you buck your hips into his, he'll be an absolute mess for you
a whimpering mess!!
he pants like he just ran a full marathon, but sex is probably the only exercise he gets so it's probably accurate to say the least...
let's out little, sharp moans
literally sounds like an anime character
I mean, what do expect, he isn't a normie
if you have a pet play kink well...
this demon is the one for you
because he fucking PURRS!!
I kid you not, he'll purr into your neck while fucking you from behind like a cat on heat
if you do something that makes him lose his mind or you tease him, he will growl
obnoxious! loud! moans!
you think you're loud?
he is the KING of being loud
he loves sex and he loves himself
he wants that attention and he's going to moan for you because he wants you to know how good you're making him feel
this one was hard to decide
I think he's a heavy breather
definitely not too loud
but not quiet either
stutters when he climaxes
moans just to tease you
he loves to do it right up against your ear
loves the way you squirm at the feeling
other than that, he's like lucifer
pretty quiet overall
another loud one
he doesn't moan though
he groans and growls like a beast
he doesn't care if all of devildom hears him
he enjoys himself to the fullest
and he wants you to hear it all
bites his lip a lot but some moans are able to slip through as much as he tries to hold it back
he tries to keep his personal life a secret
but sometimes he can't help but be loud when he's fucking you on the royal kitchen bench with flour going everywhere
you just feel too good...
oh my god no pun intended
this angel has some of the prettiest moans!!
they're so breathy and feminine
they're like music to your ears
he cries out when he climaxes
probably blushes after it too
probably the smoker here
most likely does some heavy shit
sexy grandpa! sexy grandpa!
raspy groans that tickle at your eardrums
however, he likes to dirty taIk instead of moan
he's too busy making you blush to make any sounds of pleasure
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How about the demon brothers letting their s/o touch their horns(and other appendages) for the first time?
I love this prompt so much, thank u anon!! (I’d also definitely be down to go more in depth on any of these and write a whole fic for it, drop a comment or request if you’re interested in that heh)
• It takes a very long time for him to be open to the idea
• One day he gets an email with bad news and he’s so mad - boom. Demon form
• You walk in after your classes to check on him and he’s sitting at his desk, wings broadly behind his back and his head in his hands, frustrated grumbling coming from his mouth
• “Lucifer?” you say quietly, not wanting to scare him
• He looks up at you, eyes filled with a deep rage, but he settles a bit at your presence
• You walk over to stand next to him, putting your hand on top of his gently
• You then move to put your other hand on his shoulder, but he instinctively moves away, causing your hand to brush his wing
• A moan of relief leaves his mouth, and he looks up at where you’re standing
• “I- I’m sorry...I didn’t-”
• But he cuts you off, “No no, it’s okay my love” he said, voice still clearly angry but gentle towards you
• “Can you...rub my feathers? It’s...comforting” he asks, not used to showing weakness or his demon form to you
• You do so, slowly running your hands down his feathers, leaning in and pressing a kiss on the back of his head, directly between his horns
• Your hair brushes them, and you turn to admire them
• “Luc-” you start, but it’s like he can read your mind
• “You can touch them, just be gentle. Like you are with my wings” he whispered, voice already much calmer from your gentle touch
• You leave one hand stroking his wings, but move the other to his horn. You run your fingers up it lightly, fingertips brushing against the ridges before you return your hand to the base and repeat the motion
• He could have fallen asleep you were making him feel so relaxed, but he knew he had work to do
• He was humming softly in pleasure throughout this btw
• After a bit of this, he whispers “Thank you my love~ you can stop now if you’d like”
• After a few moments you do, turning him in his chair to face you so you can kiss him
• He smiles into it, and you stay with him until he’s done with his work
• You’re drinking together in his room
• Originally you weren’t going to get drunk, since it was just the two of you, but one thing lead to another and here you were
• You were giggling together about something stupidly funny, tears brimming in your eyes
• A few hours pass, and it’s 3 in the morning. You’ve sobered up a bit and somehow found yourselves in a deep conversation, sitting across from each other on his couch
• You were telling him about your ex-boyfriend, and how he left you for someone else
• Mammon was enraged, “What a stupid human! Leaving you is the stupidest thing a stupid little human could ever do!”
• Suddenly he’s in demon form
• “Oh, shit Mammon I didn’t mean to make you mad...”
• He seemed a bit surprised himself, but there he was
• “Mah human...comere” he said, standing up and holding his arms out to you
• You obey (pun kinda intended), standing up and walking towards him, a bit hesitant to get too close since you’d never touched him in demon form before
• He pulls you into a hug, and after a few moments you feel his bat-like wings wrap around you
• They’re warm, and much softer than they look
• You relax into his embrace, and he sighs against your skin
• “I love yah, human”
• You exhale through your nose, not wanting to move a single centimeter from your position in his embrace
• “I love you too, Mammon”
• You’re in his room, watching anime from his bed
• It’s the last episode, and you’re both on the edge of your seats
• Then, it’s over
• Neither of you could have predicted the ending
• It was......horrible
• He was on his feet, screaming at the tv as something crossed your eyes
• It was...a tail? Holy shit...he was in demon form
• “Levi, babe, sit down” you said, trying to soothe him
• He listened, sitting down, but his hands were shaking he was so upset
• “Can I put my arm around you?” you whispered, not wanting to overstep
• He nodded, and you did so. You spoke calming words in his ear as you rubbed your hand up and down his arm, keeping an eye on his tail so you didn’t accidentally touch it
• You could tell your words were getting through to him when his tail rested on the bed behind you, wrapping around where you were sitting on the bed
• A silence fell between you, and you hugged him a little tighter
• “Can I...ask you something” he whispered
• “Can I...” he paused for a moment, debating whether or not he should continue, “put my tail in your lap?”
• “Of course” you whispered, your heart swelling with happiness that he trusted you this much
• You felt it lift off the bed and slowly rest in your lap
• You held your hands up a bit, not wanting to do anything too much
• “You can...touch it” he whispered, taking your hand off his shoulder and placing it on his taik
• It was warm under your palm, and you ran your hands down it, following the direction of the scales
• The two of you stayed like this for a few minutes, stroking his tail tenderly before he suddenly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against him as he spooned you
• His tail wrapped over your hips and rested in front of you, and you slowly took it in your hands, cuddling it a bit
• You fell asleep like that, and when you woke up the next day his tail was gone and he was back to his casual attire
• You’re in his room at RAD, chatting about the book he pre-ordered that’s supposed to be delivered today
• Suddenly his D.D.D. vibrates, and he looks down to check it
• He reads, then rereads, then rereads again
• “Satan...?” you ask
• “yoU’RE KIDDING ME!!” he explodes with a few more expletives, suddenly In demon form in front of you
• “Satan, what happened” you said, coming standing up but not moving closer
• “Th-the stupid bookstore isn’t shipping the books until tomorrow!!” he said, voice filled with rage
• “Shit...I’m so sorry Satan” you said, stepping forward a bit
• “No..stay away...I don’t want to hurt you...” he warned you, “I’m so mad right now I don’t know if I can control myself”
• You hear him, staying back, but watching him pace in anger breaks your heart
• “Satan~” you whisper, running over to him and wrapping your arms around him tightly
• He froze a bit, but quickly wrapped his hands around you back, giving you a tight hug
• Before you knew it you felt his tail wrap around you two, holding your bodies together
• “I...” he whispered, trying to think of an explanation for his actions
• “It’s okay...I understand” you reassure him, and he presses a kiss against your cheek
• "Can I feel your tail?” you whisper quietly
• “Yes” he responded, equally as quiet
• This was the first time you were even seeing his demon form up close, and you ran his tail between your fingers
• You slipped a hand to the back of his head, and ran your hand through the back of his hair. Your hand moved up more, resting a bit between his horns
• “You can rub my horns if you want” he added
• You do, moving your hand to one of his horns and lightly running your fingers along it
• He exhales against your neck, relaxing into your touch as his tail loosens around your bodies, your touch relieving him of the anger that previously ran through his veins like fire
• He’s on top of you, grinding against you desperately and whispering degrading comments in your ear
• You let out a feral moan, fingernails digging into the back of his shoulder blades
• Suddenly his wings appear, and he looks down at you with horns
• You know you’re in for it
• “T-Touch my wings baby~ they’re extra sensitive the closer you get to the tip”
• You listen to him, carefully running your fingers against his silky wings
• He moans shakily against your neck, sucking a mark into you as your fingers trace light patterns against his wings
• “My horns too~” he whispered, smirking into you
• One of your hands flew to his horns, and your finger circled against the tip before swirling down to the base, and you let your fingers massage his horns
• He started thrusting into you, begging you to keep touching his wings and horns
• After you were done (it had been a few hours) he was still in demon form, and you laid together, your head on his chest as one hand played with his hair and horns, the other drawing patterns on his wings
• He whispered how much he loved you and how amazing you are at touching him as you fell asleep In his arms
• You enter the kitchen to see your boyfriend turned away from you, on his D.D.D. with someone, so you quietly take a seat as to not disturb him
• Suddenly he’s screaming, “This is unacceptable!!! I want my partner’s favorite food damnit!! I will not settle for some demon world crap, I want the best of the best from the human world!!”
• His horns suddenly become visible, and you don't know whether to stay and comfort him or sneak out and give him his privacy
• But you don't have to decide, because he’s angrily tossing his D.D.D. onto the counter and freezing in place when he sees you, sitting there worridly
• “Honey...” he whispers, walking over to you
• “Beel...what’s going on” you ask, “Are you okay?”
• “I don’t want to tell you yet...it’s a surprise”
• You got up and stood in front of him, “Hug?”
• “Hug” he nodded, pulling you tight against him
• His wings were a bit lower than his brother’s, and you were careful not to touch them. You felt surprised enough you were hugging Beel in demon form, but you two had such a deep bond you knew you could trust him
• Almost as if he could tell you were being cautious of his wings, he said “You uh, you can touch my wings if you want..it’d actually feel nice...”
• “Oh...okay...but let me know if I should stop” you said, and then gently placed your hand on one of his wings
• You ran your fingertips across it, being very gentle as his wings felt a bit thin
• “They won’t break, they can’t” he assured you, and he pulled away a bit, turning around so you could fully see (admire) his wings
• You ran your hands over them, admiring the intricacy of their design
• After a moment he turned back around to face you, and leaned down to show you his horns
• “I’ve...never let anyone touch me like this...” he confessed, hiding his blush as he looked down to let you touch them
• You admired his horns for a moment before reaching out to them, gently running your hands over the rigid bumps across them
• After you had finished, you put your hands on his cheeks and lifted him up, pressing a kiss to his lips
• “Thank you, Beelzebub. I love you” you whisper, knowing he’d know how genuine you were by the use of his full name
• “I love you too, [Y/N]”
• The two of you are just about to nap in his room when Lucifer comes storming in, scolding him for something or other
• Belphie takes a minute to register what’s going on, but as soon as he does he’s out of bed in a blind rage
• “LUCIFER!!! SHUT!!! UP!!!” he yells, in demon form
• You wake him up, you suffer the consequences lol
• After a few moments Lucifer leaves, rolling his eyes as he closes the door behind him
• He turns around to look at you, and your eyes are visibly nervous at what might happen
• “Sorry...I didn’t mean to flip out. You know how I get” he explained, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly
• “You’re good” you reassured him, “come back and lay down”
• He did so, positioning himself a bit weirdly as to not touch you with his tail
• “Belphie...if you want...you can...well, you can lay closer to me. I don’t mind touching your tail” you say, knowing it’s more of a him thing than a you thing, but now knowing how to go about addressing it
• He stayed where he was for a moment, processing your words, before scooting closer
• He lays on his side next to you, and gently places his tail across your lap
• You don’t touch it at first, it just being on your lap was a huge step and you didn’t want to push it
• “This means a lot” you say, wanting to make sure he knew the trust he was putting in you
• He nods, and after a moment closes his eyes
• You do the same, placing your hand on your lap, just above where his tail lies, slowly moving It down to rub the soft hair at the end
• By the time you’re both asleep, your hand is wound inside the end of his tail, the smooth hair feeling good against your warm fingers
• Neither of you talk about it after, but you can feel the bond is strengthened between you
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“Scenting” Obey Me Fluff (slightly sexual)
All demon brothers x Female! MC
Introduction: when in Devildom, MC always knew demons were very different from her human self but she never knew they did something called “scenting” until some random demons did it to her, ensuing a very possessive & peeved off demon brothers
MC sat at her desk as she normally would but quieter than usual, compared to her other classes she’d be surrounded by her demons but this was the only class that she had none of them in. Sighing out of boredom, she hunched over her desk as she waited for the bell to ring but was interrupted by a tap on the shoulder. She looked up to meet black eyes that belonged to one of the many demon classmates she had grown used to ignoring.
“Hah! I told you! She finally noticed me!” He cheered cockily at his friends that stood alongside him, each very different from the other. “Jeez, I almost gave up on getting your attention, human,” he winked flirtatiously, which MC just blinked at in an oblivious manner.
“Hey! Just because she noticed you first doesn’t mean she doesn’t see the rest of us either!” The shorter out the bunch yelled out defensively.
“Ah, sorry...? I never realized anyone was trying to get my attention. Could I help you with something?” She questioned, holding a finger to her chin. After multiple lectures from Lucifer and the others but mostly Lucifer she had grown accustomed to not conversing with other demons since she was told they wanted nothing but to eat or hurt her and what idiot was not gonna take that warning? It surprised her that they seemed overall harmless, other than a common spark in the eyes of each of the demons in front of her.
“W-well, it’s not necessarily something you can help with...” a particularly shy-looking demon stepped forward, his black hair covered his eyes like a curtain which he nervously patted at. “W-we have a slight, ahem, fascination with h-humans...particularly y-you,” he trailed off as a taller demon slung an arm around his shoulders.
“Quit beating around the bush! We like you, human! You’re pretty cute!” Said demon announced, winking then continuing to give the shy boy a noogie.
A melodious giggle to their ears erupted from her throat at the slight blushing faces of her previously unknown classmates in front of her. “I’m flattered! I didn’t think I met up to demons’ preferences,” she laughed. MC was happy to be conversing with others for once, not being isolated to just the seven brothers felt as if a weight was lifted off her shoulders which she hadn’t noticed before and the fact that they found her cute was all the better.
“Nah! Attractive up there is still attractive down here! All we really prefer is that our horns don’t get caught up with each other when kissing and since you don’t have any it’s all the better!” The first demon replied cheerily, patting at her head to get the point across as she laughed. “Not to mention, since you’re human, you have a different type of beauty ‘bout you that we’re not too used to,” he continued, boldly leaning close and tipping her chin upward with a finger.
It was MC’s turn to blush. As her cheeks dusted with a slight pink tone, she couldn’t help but giggle at her classmates’ antics. “You guys are a funny bunch. I like y’all!” she commented happily, smiling at the four demons in front of her. It felt strange to not feel afraid of anyone other than her particular seven demons but not in a negative way. Inside she hoped that this would start a domino effect of others wanting to try striking up a conversation with her, the thought made her feel warm inside. The four stepped back in surprise at her revelation, whilst blushing at her cute smile they all shared a look with one another.
“D-do you mind if we, um, s-scent you...” the shy demon stuttered out as he twiddled his fingers nervously, fearing her reply to such an intimate request. Seeing her head cocked to the side, he quickly tried to explain himself. “A-Ah! We don’t want to fully scent you! Just one rub to show our interest in you is all! We would never fully scent without an established relationship! It’s just to show that we’re trying to court you is all! Y-you don’t even have to accept!” He rambled, jumping forward out of how frazzled he was which revealed his two gold eyes from underneath the curtain of pitch black hair.
“Sorry to interrupt, but what is ‘scenting’ exactly?” She questioned, confused at what it was and why there were different types. Realizing she didn’t know what it meant, the shy demon’s legs gave out from embarrassment as the taller demon caught him, his outbursts seemed to be normal to them.
“Oh, right! You’re human so you don’t know!” The shortest realized, putting his fist in to his other hand. “Hmm, long story short it’s what demons do to show our interest in someone,” he shrugged simply, but a sly glint in his eye as well as the smirk that lifted his lips said something else, which MC didn’t quite catch. “Here! I’ll show ya!” He continued before dipped down and nuzzling his neck against hers just once before pulling away with a satsifactory grin as he inhaled.
“Hey, you’re leaving some things out-“ the black-eyed demon spoke up before the shortest cut him off.
“You don’t mind it, right? It’s completely harmless!” He shrugged, holding his hands up and shaking his head innocently. The other three waited quietly in anticipation.
“I-I guess,” MC nodded which four smiled triumphantly at. The black-eyed demon didn’t waste time in following the prior demon’s actions but with a warmer smile before the taller did the same, a flirtatious lift to his lips. That left only the shy demon to scoot hesitantly close before rubbing his neck against hers. Once. Twice. Before being pulled away by the other three.
“Hey! What are ya trying to do? Don’t be going overboard with the scenting, dumbass!” The tallest reprimanded, holding him by the back of his collar.
“I-I’m sorry! I got carried away! I wasn’t going to do anything more! Promise!” He wailed as the three pulled him out the classroom just as the bell rang, not forgetting to wave at her as they left.
“Strange. I wonder what the brothers will have to say.” She thought to herself.
Disappointed but not surprised that the brothers each had plans after school, she walked home alone that day. One would think at least one would stay behind for her safety, but she felt that they were beginning to get too used to having her around and often forgot she was human, which was nice she was so included and familiar to them but annoying nonetheless when she didn’t get to see anyone until dinner. Beel and Satan had after school activities, which she understood as well as Lucifer having his own duties to Lord Diavolo but the other four’s excuses were ridiculous to her. Mammon texted her to inform that he was going to be trying to break into Diavolo’s office at school with the full intent to steal any valuables in there, Levi had shut himself in at some newly opened Internet cafe and refused to even do his online classes there, Belphie had disappeared somewhere most likely in a strange spot sleeping, and Asmo was completely focused on waiting in line at a popular cake store since morning just for what he called the “perfect Devilgram post”.
By the time she had gotten home she had completely forgotten about the whole “scenting” thing and decided to take a shower. She had just gotten out when she heard hurried footsteps leading to her door. Acting quickly, she ran to the door and locked it before anyone could enter and see her in all her naked glory. This was met with a deep “oof” as the person hit the door, expecting it to open, and followed it with loud knocks when it didn’t.
“Oi! Why’s the door locked? Who ya got in there? I can smell ‘em!” Mammon’s voice berated as he incessantly banged at the door, awaiting his human’s answer. He stopped briefly to press his nose against the crack of the locked door as he deeply inhaled to pinpoint the foreign scent before starting back up again. “Oiiii! Who’s scent is that? That ain’t any of my brothers or mine!” He yelled.
“Yeah, because it’s mine! I just got out the shower! Are you a bloodhound or somethin’? Am I not allowed to lock the door or would ya rather see me naked?” She yelled back, annoyed at his questions. Obviously she’s going to smell like her body fragrance after coming out the shower, what kind of question is that?
Blushing at her remark, he stopped knocking but still cocked his head to the side out of confusion. He knew her scent so why did it smell different? Shaking his head, he brushed it off as a new body lotion or something among those lines. “I’ve told ya! Demons have got a stronger sense of smell than ya humans! Anyways, I’m on dinner duty and it’ll be done in thirty minutes so I expect ya down here right when it’s done! The Great Mammon’s food shouldn’t be kept waiting, alright?” He stated.
“Yeah, yeah! I’ll be down there when I’m ready to!” She answered angrily, his questioning from earlier and the fact that he abandoned her to try breaking into Diavolo’s office instead taking play.
She took her time after that, knowing fully well that dinner was ready and the others were sat waiting for their beloved human that they neglected all day to come down and eat with them. By the time she came down, they had all been seated and Beel was already on his fifth plate which didn’t take him long mind you.
“Ah, better late than never, I suppose,” Lucifer commented teasingly, noting her damp hair as her excuse.
“Hurry up and eat before Beel devours it all!” Mammon ushered at the seat in front of him, he usually sat beside her but the twins had beat him to it since there was only one seat she preferred to sit at.
Taking her usual seat, she began to eat but it wasn’t long before a faint but definitely there foreign scent emanated from her. Reaching Belphie first while Beel was too busy stuffing his face with food. It roused him from his short slumber he decided to take at the dinner table, as he inched forward towards his human’s neck. She jumped when she felt his nose pressed against her nape as he inhaled and pulled away with a disgruntled look on his face.
“Why do you smell like that?” Belphie sneered. At this point, the smell had reached Beel as well and he promptly stopped his feasting to investigate. He followed Belphie’s actions but on the opposite side, deeply inhaling before quickly pulling away with furrowed eyebrows.
“Yeah...you smell like someone else,” Beel growled, surprising her at the tone of his voice. The smell wafted towards the other brothers as well and it wasn’t long before they were all on their feet, surrounding her with quizzical expressions while each taking turns of two to sniff at her exposed neck as she sat red-faced at the attention. She knew she was a bit petty from being neglected earlier but she didn’t expect this much attention at once!
“I knew I smelt something-someone earlier!” Mammon said as he angrily took another whiff, which only peeved him off more.
“How strange,” Satan hummed, a smile on his face that she knew masked his anger all too well. The brothers tried to rack their brains from what the scent could be from before Levi suddenly gasped.
“S-she’s been scented!” He revealed before dipping down yet again to smell. “And by, what seems like, multiple demons!” He continued, an angry flush against his cheeks. All the brothers looked at each other before returning their attention back to MC, who sat looking dazed in her chair.
“Now, now, lets give her space,” Lucifer commanded, waving his hand for his brothers to step away. “Care for an explanation, darling?” He questioned, the glint in his eye and slight furrow of his forehead outing his subdued anger as he felt a crack in his pride that some lowly demon, multiple in fact, had scented his human and she allowed it. He held a threatening but gentle hand on her shoulder as she tried her best to rack her brain to recall why she would smell like someone else. A lightbulb lighting up in her brain when she finally recalled.
“Ah! I talked to four classmates of mine for the first time and they mentioned something about ‘scenting’, I didn’t really understand it and next thing I knew they were doing it so that’s probably why!” She explained, looking up at the brothers with innocent eyes that made their hearts squeeze. So, she didn’t know.
“And what did they tell you about it exactly?” Lucifer questioned further.
“Hmm, they said demons do it to show their interest in someone? Something about courting?” She replied.
“Aw, my poor darling! Taken advantage like that!” Asmo cooed as he threw his arms around her.
“O-oh, did they lie?” She asked sheepishly.
“More like gave ya half-truths!” Mammon answered as he ran a hand through his hair in a frustrated manner. “Satan, explain,” he sighed, waving his hand.
“Well, while what they said was true it was very vague and not all of it. Scenting is when a demon claims one as their own, it’s territorial and tells other demons to back off or else there’s gonna be...problems,” Satan explained in a matter-of-fact manner.
“They mentioned something about not ‘fully’ scenting. What’s that?” She asked.
“Ah, if they did that we’d have their heads,” he chuckled out evilly before resuming his explanation calmly which made her shiver. “Fully scenting is when demons claim one as their mate. It creates a tether between them more romantically intimate than a pact and is stronger smelling than normal scenting. The one who was scented on can also release distress signals when in danger and it’ll alert the other demon almost right away,” he ended.
“A-Ah, so there was more to it,” she laughed weakly, realizing how dumb she was before.
“Hm, yes. Well, it seems that we’ll have to further stake our claim on our human here. Luckily we’re powerful demons, so we can easily break this mediocre scenting,” Lucifer stated before pressing his lips against her neck and harshly sucking, causing a gasp to leak out her lips. He pulled away and smirked at the bright hickey that bloomed on her neck as well as the fading scent that was on her.
“I agree,” Mammon monotoned as he did the same, finding her sweet spot almost instantly as he suckled and kissed on it to leave a deep bruise. “How dare they put their disgusting scent on my human?” He growled against her. She covered her mouth to muffle her voice, but Levi pulled them away.
“I don’t think so,” he tsked, nibbling at her jaw and smirking against her as she gasped at the feeling of his bite on her skin.
“We’ll be covering you with these,” Satan spoke against her, dipping to her clavicle to leave yet another hickey as he circled his tongue around it.
“We’ll put it in places you can’t cover and make it so dark no makeup could make a dent!” Asmo giggled mischievously as he aimed for where her jugular was, causing her to shiver.
Beel licked his lips at the sight of her as he took it upon himself to bite new territory, which was her shoulders. “This is better than when I wanted to eat you when we first met,” he mumbled lowly, lapping at the bite marks he left on her to soothe them.
“Ah, hardly any room for me,” Belphie muttered before taking a bite at the top of her chest, her jumping up as a reaction making him smile smugly.
Oh, how was she was going to avoid prying eyes at school tomorrow?
I’m a whore for scenting so I wanted to give it a go! I think ima make this a series since they didn’t fully scent on her just yet & will probs make a part for each of my bois, Mammon being first of course! Oh and I’m definitely gonna make them smutty because duh probably start off being some fluffy cute cuddles & then progress to absolute ravaging ;) interested?
Oh and what do y’all think of the demons I made up for this story? I kinda like their personalities & antics together idk 🤷🏻♀️
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How would the brothers + undateables react to seeing MC in a wedding dress for the "wedding day" of spirit week
"You look particularly enchanting today."
He will court you more than usual
And wouldn't be able to stop imagining how you would look like if you two ever married
A stuttering mess
He couldn't help himself but just tell you how gorgeous you look
"MC...why do ya have to do this to me? It even matches with my suit..."
Levi would get even more infatuated with you
On a random moment on confidence he would drop on his knee
"MC...Marry me. Like, for real."
What you didn't expect was to see him gasp when he saw you
"You can't be so perfect and expect me to not be affected by it"
Asmo probably helped you with the dress
And you can be sure that you picked the perfect one
"You almost look even more beautiful than me, honey~"
He would probably blush and think in the most innocent way that you're the most appetizing person that he has ever seen
"Sorry...You just are so breathtaking that I actually almost stopped breathing"
*surprised pikachu meme*
Belphie already knew that you were beautiful but now you're even more stunning
"Uhm...you look beautiful today."
"Do you think that a beauty like you could spend some time with me?
He would be so informally formal
This man is a whole meal and will make you feel like a princess/prince for a day and even after if you want ;)
"Never would have I ever thought that my eyes could be blessed by such a view"
It would feel so weird for him to feel his heart so fast when he first sees you
If he wasn't in love before, now he is
"MC, are you sure you're not an angel?"
Simeon would flatter you with so many compliments
And he would mean all of them
Solomon knows what to say and when to say it
And he can't help thinking that you look so mesmerising, even more than usual
"Are you a magician? Because whenever I look at you, everyone else disappears"
He's not only good with magic, he's also so damn smooth lmfao
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Satan x MC “Unrestrained."
Rating: Smut 18+
A|N: Uhhh, this is pure sin. <3 Immediately goes into smut + established relationship.
Obey Me Fanfic
Her heavy breaths were the only sound filling the room. Satan’s lips crept up the side of her neck, gently trekking over every bit of warm skin. His chest was pressed against her back while his lips explored the curves and dips of her clavicle. His hands reached around her body and toyed with the buttons below her neck.
She gasped when he pulled the first button free. A sound of supprised mixed with relief filled the quiet library. She was hot and only growing more heated with each deft touch Satan bestowed. The second button popped open, and she sighed. The heat had the means to escape her body now that the cool room air lapped at her scorching skin.
Satan nuzzled close, his breath bringing chilled bumps to her pink skin. “If you keep making noises like that, we may be caught. You don’t want that, do you?” He punctuated the question with a nip at her lobe.
She bit her lip and shook her head. She didn’t want a single second of his intimacy to go to waste. It was rare they were alone without any of his brothers or any imps catching up to them. The library was silent on the weekends, especially after the midterm they just had. There was no reason for anyone to be found here, especially this late in the evening.
They felt at ease knowing they’d be alone. Any sounds, though, would surely alert anyone waltzing by. She bit her tongue when his palm dipped into her bra and cupped her sensitive breast. She knew she could keep quiet, but for how long? If she genuinely wanted to lose herself, it would be a challenge not to make a single peep.
His strong hand gently kneaded her chest. He rested his forehead against her cheek while he switched from cupping her breast to teasing her nipple with his finger and thumb. He swapped back and forth until he moved to the other side.
The sensation of his hand on her neglected breast made her falter. She stepped forward and grabbed the edge of the bookshelf. They were off in the corner in a specialty section for especially old books. Most of them looked like they’d never been touched, but somehow their papers looked as if they were stained with coffee. The musty scent of the dust hung low in the air, coating just the tops of the books. The front of the books looked well taken care of by the librarian, but there were far too many shelves in this place to make sure every book was pristine.
“Part your knees.” Satan’s whisper was rasped as his warm breath spread over her skin down her shirt. Her top was obscured, exposing more cleavage than she’d ever dared to show.
She did as he said and began to part her wobbling knees. Satan’s hand moved down over her navel and moved between her legs. It was like second nature to began grinding on his hand. Satan pushed his hips into her backside, rubbing his solid girth in time with her rip rotations. He kept a moan at bay, making a low hum in the back of his throat.
His lips met her neck and ear many times before he pulled his hand back lightning fast. He reached around her with both hands and unbuttoned her shorts. The sound of the zipper made them both pause and held their breath. It was louder than any noise they’d made thus far, and she felt her heart began to pound loudly in her ears.
After a nervous moment, no other sound was detected. Satan shook off the notion that anyone heard them and dipped his fingers into her shorts. He slid along the front of her panties until he met the wet spot.
He let in a sharp inhale and pressed his lips firmly to her ear. In the quietest whisper, he spoke. “You like the way I touch you, babe? You like it so much. You’ve ruined your pretty little panties. You like to act like you’re so innocent, but I know what makes you wet.”
It was the raw emotion Satan spoke with that made another groan pass her lips. Abruptly she bit back the sound and pinched her mouth closed. He kissed her neck, and she could feel a wry smile stretch across his face.
Satan’s tongue traced the crevasse of her neck while three of his fingers ran down her slit. Against her heated skin, she could feel her panties soak through even more. His fingers began to venture along the sides of the elastic that clung to her thighs. He ran his fingertips along the edge of her underwear and shivered.
Changing his stance, Satan stood flesh against her back. His hardness rubbed along her back, making her ankles quaked at the thought of him taking her right here, right now. He kept swiping over her swollen clit with purpose, teasing her relentlessly. With every new touch, she grew closer and closer to climax.
Her hips swayed as he removed his hand. His blond hair tickled the side of her face while he brought his hand up to her lips. The tips of his fingers moved over her bottom lip, and she could feel the moisture on his skin.
He lightly chuckled and brought the fingers to his own mouth. He tasted just the tips and nuzzled the side of her face. “You taste so good. I want more.”
His hand struck like a viper, dipping back into her shorts, and her knees almost gave out. If it weren’t for his other arm holding her upright, she might have been kneeling by now. Satan went inside her panties and ran one finger up and down her sex.
“More..” She bucked her hips. “More, please.”
“So polite, even to a demon.” He taunted, rubbing his pointed finger in circles over her slick entrance. “You want more, like this?” The tip of his finger dipped inside of her, and then he removed it again. “Hmm?” He hummed with a smirk.
“Y-yes..” She pushed her hips to coax him further. She was so hot, all of her skin burned. Her legs felt like jelly, and she wished she could collapse onto the floor with him.
“What?” A new voice came from behind.
Satan jerked his hand away from her, standing upright. He pushed her behind him and stood tall as if to hide her. The lights were out, but dim moonlight allowed the area to glow a gentle silver. They remained in the shadow while the footsteps grew closer.
She grasped a handful of his shirt, hands shaking, hoping they wouldn’t find them. Satan looked mostly normal. His cheeks were flushed she could see, but his clothes were intact. Her clothes, however, were very much skewed and undone. It would be hard to explain her appearance away to whoever was bounding around the corner.
“What kind of nerd do you have to be to be in the library on the weekend?” A familiar voice echoed off the stacks.
“Unless they are hiding from someone,” A new voice answered. He giggled, and the other huffed.
Satan felt behind him to make sure she was hidden while he adjusted himself.
“Helloooo!” Levi’s evident voice rang into the specialty book section.
Satan took a step toward him and scowled. “What do you want?” He crossed his arms.
Asmo rounded the corner, took one look at Satan, and smiled. “Oh, hello, brother.” The edge of Asmo’s lips rose with a smirk.
“What are you doing back here?” Levi questioned, brows knitted.
“What does it matter?” Satan snapped, cheeks still red.
Asmo peeked behind him and clasped his hands together. “I see,”
“You see what?” Levi questioned.
“Nothing nothing, Let’s go, Levi.” Asmo hooked onto his brother’s arm and began to pull him away.
Satan looked even more perturbed by Asmo’s suggestive smile and eyebrow wiggle. He whirled around to his girlfriend and grabbed her hand.
“Let’s go,” Satan murmured.
“Is that-mmf” Asmo’s quick tug thwarted Levi's words. “Hey! What’s the big idea!”
She didn’t hear the rest of their little squabble as they rushed out of earshot. Satan snuck her out the side door of the library into a lesser-used hallway. There was a long walk from his room and were sure to be spotted by others on their way. She began to button her top up as they walked quickly down the hall.
Another voice of someone seemingly talking on the phone began to grow near.
“Dammit.” Satan spat. He looked just as flustered as she felt.
She didn’t think she could make it that far anyway. The friction of her shorts rubbing aginst her center made her legs quake as she speed-walked. It was too much yet not enough at the same time. She knew she needed to find a new rendezvous spot and fast. There was no way either of their rooms was an option at this point.
Looking around, she had an idea. She pulled Satan’s hand and brought him to a labeled door. She shushed him, and Satan nodded. The door opened easily, and they poured into the janitor’s closet lightning fast.
They slammed the door, and Satan ran his fingers through his golden hair. The adrenaline made them puff air in the small space. It was immaculate. Almost no supplies filled the racks. She wondered if this was used for the storage of extra items only.
“There’s even a lock!” She spouted in surprise. Quickly Satan clicked the lock shut and whipped around. He bent down in a heated kiss and picked her up by the hips. She yelped, but Satan’s mouth muffled it. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he walked several paces toward the back of the closet.
Satan sat her down atop the counter. It only housed a sink to the left and a tackle box to the right. The space was the perfect size for her to fit. She parted her lips, and his tongue moved to run along hers.
He ran his hand up and down her back while he kissed her. He pressed his hips against her as he settled between her thighs. It was hard to sit up straight with the intensity of the kiss that she grasped fistfuls of his shirt.
Satan bucked his hips into hers. She responded with her own thrusts, and soon they were grinding on one another in sync. He wore a simple black button-up shirt, and she made it her mission to rid her boyfriend of the offending garment. With half concentration, she made her way down his chest, unbuttoning each button along the way.
His carved chest came into view, and she broke the kiss to glance down. Her hand moved along his abs as she pulled him in for another searing kiss. Satan’s eyes were deep dark blue, the color of the hottest fire. His golden hair dangled to his nose, casting a shadow over his brow.
She moved her hands lower and lower until she cupped his hardened cock that strained against his jeans. Satan groaned and let her grope him for a minute before he backed off. She blinked several times, watching him kneel before her. His shirt hung open yet still clung to his broad shoulders.
He cut his dark eyes up to hers and unbuttoned her shorts once again. Satan then kissed her knee as he unzipped them. He tugged the loose shorts to her ankles and removed them entirely. He dropped them to the floor and began kissing her knee once again. He moved his mouth up her thigh, up and up until he began to lick her essence that dripped past her panty line.
Satan moaned along her skin, sending a shiver up her spine. His teeth grazed the cloth that covered her sex. He nipped at licked at the soaked fabric until she tossed her head back.
In a flash, his fingers hooked the elastic of the panties. They were whipped down her legs and tossed behind his shoulder in a flash. Satan’s face immediately buried between her legs. She covered her mouth with one hand and ran the other in his silky locks. She felt Satan’s head move with every lick.
He lapped at the juices of her slit, sucking the swollen lips until her eyes rolled back. The act only produced more lubricant allowing his tongue to dip into her hole that much easier. Her legs clamped together, but she forced them to relaxed open in hopes that he wouldn’t stop.
Her hand tightened in his hair as she clenched her jaw. “Higher, oh higher!”
He hadn’t made to where she wanted it the most, and yet she felt her clit throb with every touch of his mouth on her folds.
Playfully, he nipped along her sex, making sure his tongue touched every inch of her cunt before making it to the desired spot. Instead of quick movements, his tongue swirled over her clit slowly and methodically.
“Oh…. fuck!” She moaned loudly into the small space, tossing her head back to rest along the wall. Her hair began to stick to her forehead and nape of her neck as the temperature grew.
The slow movements along her cunt to her clit prolonged the release she’d been racing toward. It felt incredible yet made her impatient at the same time. Satan knew she was close, and yet he teased her still. His tongue made another slow swipe over the helpless nub, and she whimpered.
His large hand left her thigh and roamed upwards to her breast. He cupped her chest, pushing the fabric askew. With his mouth on her cunt, he managed to pull her top down her shoulder and expose her left breast. He squeezed her chest and licked her cunt at the same time, ceasing her breath in her throat.
Satan’s lips encapsulated her clit and he began to suck lightly. His tongue teased the tip while his lips moved back and forth. The way her hips pushed into him became ragged while she moaned “Yes yes yes yes, right there,”
He released the pressure on the sucking sensation and began to run his tongue up and down her slit. After several swipes, he paused at the top make a U shape with his tongue. She gasped and held his hair in a death grip.
“Close, so close!” She yelped, letting her back slumped against the wall.
He moved the U shape faster and faster until her thighs began to close around his head. Satan cut his eyes up to hers, and she noticed how dazed he looks. He was under the same spell she was, seeking primal pleasure from the one they loved. Her pussy pulsed against his lips and her thighs trembled with every throb. Her words were garbled, but she warned him she was cumming over and over until every wave of bliss ceased.
He stood to his feet and wiped his mouth with the back of his arm. His eyes locked with hers, and he bent down to press a hot kiss to her lips. Her body felt like jelly in the aftershock, making it impossible for her to sit upright.
She gasped into his kiss while his hand came up to the back of her neck. He held her head upright when she couldn't. Satan nipped at her bottom lip, and she hurriedly moved to unbutton his pants. Satan’s pants were almost too tight to unbutton, but she managed to unclasp then unzip them in one fell swoop.
With deft fingers, he unbuttoned her shirt and opend the garment for his liking. He pulled the cups of her bra down to expose both breasts to him. He only cupped them with his hands while his mind went elsewhere. She stroked him slowly, feeling how impossibly hard he already was. Satan squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his forehead against hers. His cock wept precum, making each stroke more audible than the last.
His lips move down her neck, kissing her along the way until he met her chest. He teased her nipples with his tongue, gently grazing the nub with his teeth until she mewled. He then moved to the neglected breast and did the same thing.
The angle she stroked him at wasn’t perfect, but he seemed to enjoy it just as much as any other position.
“O-” He cleared his throat, “Open your legs more,” He was breathless, chest heaving for oxygen.
She did as he asked, relaxing her thighs wide for him. Satan’s lips moved along her shoulder to her neck while he lined his cock up with her entrance. He pressed his forehead into her throat as if to steady himself.
The pressure made her eyes grow wide as the tip of his cock stretched her. Her cunt squeezed against his girth the deeper he slid into her. Satan gasped when her walls clamped down on him. He was trying to keep his cool for as long as he could, making sure her body was amply ready for him to begin thrusting.
“Fuck me,” Her voice broke the silence, and Satan’s face jerked up to look at her. His eyes were so filled with lust she thought he was almost unrecognizable.
“Getting bolder, I see,” His usually teasing tone was gone. He spoke in a low, sultry voice making her heart jump in her chest.
She gulped, trying to will her head to nod. Satan’s lips quirked up as he moved closer to her ear. His nose ran along her cheek on the way, making her skin feel even hotter than before.
“Do you see the position I have you in?” He asked while grabbing both sides of her hips and jerking forward. “I’m the one in control, not you. It’s always been me in control. Do you hear me?” His words dripped sensually from his lips.
“Please, Satan.” She began. She tried to buck her hips, but he held her in place while his cock remained halfway inside her. “Please fuck me. I’m ready.”
He tisked and dug his fingers deeper into her skin. “Are you now?”
She nodded eagerly, feeling his lips hover just above her ear. He huffed and nipped at her ear lobe. “Are you sure about that? Are you sure you’re ready for what I want to do to you?”
Her brows rose, yet she nodded affirmatively still. Whatever Satan had in store for her, she was ready. At this point in their relationship, she’d do anything for him it seemed, anything to please him or gain pleasure from him.
A deep rumble rose in the back of his throat. In one thrust, he buried himself fully into her. He gasped as he gained just as much pleasure from the motion as she had. Satan pulled back from her and held her knees open. He stood with his shirt falling off his shoulder and his eyes looking down at her disastrous state. He backed up and thrust again, and again, watching his cock disappear into her slick cunt.
“I’ve never seen your pussy this puffy for me before. You’re so fucking wet, babe. Your body craves me, doesn’t it?” He asked his question breathlessly. His hand released one of her knees and moved the caress the lip of her cunt. He moved his hips in a moderate pace while his thumb press onto her clit.
“Oh!” She cried out, reaching out to grab his arm.
“What’s the matter? You were begging me to touch your clit earlier. Are you sensitive?” He teased, swirling big circles over the nub.
It sent jolts through her body that left a wave of pleasure in their wake.
“Gah,” Her thighs began to clamp together, and Satan shook his head.
“I thought you were ready for me to fuck you.” He taunted again, moving his hips faster against her cunt. “Tell me you want me to keep going.”
Her eyes were screwed shut as she willed her legs to relax. The extra touches to her clit were too much but still felt incredible. Satan slowed down his thrusting and began using two fingers to rub along her clit.
“K-Keep going,” She managed. “Don’t stop,”
“Do you like this?” He asked sincerely, not stopping his touches.
“Yes, yes, I do. I’m just... I’m so sensitive.”
“I know,” He began to move his hand away from her clit. “I know, I can feel you squeezing my cock, and I like it. It just feels so good to me.”
The overstimulation was soon missed after that statement. She wished he wouldn’t stop touching her spent clit, but Satan was already moving to her pert nipple. He rolled the nub in his fingers, and she gasped.
Satan moaned as he sped up, slipping into her easily with how turned on she was. Gentle sounds of skin hitting skin filled the small closet with every thrust.
She looked up at him, and Satan bent down to her. They kissed sloppily as he sped up, fucking her harder and faster than before. Her hand moved to hug his back, and they adjusted their position to be closer. Her nails began to dig into his skin with how blinding the pleasure became.
With every sensual thrust, his cock hit her gspot at the perfect angle to make her see stars. He hummed as he hung his head into her neck. She opened her eyes for a moment and watched his muscles flex and contract. Veins became defined along with his sculpted muscles the harder he worked for his own release. His abs cut perfectly into an arrow shape around his hips, making him look incredibly sexy in his current state.
Satan’s thrusts began to falter while his moans became louder. She began to match his push with her hips seeking her own pleasure in the mix.
“Cum,” He groaned, “Cum for me again.”
She felt a wave of heat rush over her when she realized how determined his voice was. It didn’t take but a few more seconds for her to let go and allow the rush of pleasure to overtake her. She felt her cunt throb against his girth, and they both moaned together.
As she came down from the rush, Satan pulled out and quickly stroked himself. He warned her before he began cumming on her chest and stomach. He rocked his hips, stroking slower and slower until his shoulders fell.
She moved to hug him, allowing him to relax into her arms. He hugged her back, and their panting filled the room.
Minutes passed, and Satan began running his fingers through her hair.
“Sorry for the impromptu location.” She let out a breathless laugh into his shoulder.
“It’s fine. I was trying to take you to my room.” Satan let out a small chuckle.
“Yeah, I don’t think I could have made it that long.”
“Me neither,” He confessed, lips pressing against her warm cheek. “It was really hot how you took the initiative though and pulled me in here. I was impressed.”
“Would you have done anything like this in the library? You know, before Asmo and Levi ruined it,” She wondered out loud, playing with a strand of his hair.
“Mmm, I would have tried.” He laughed.
“Do,” She took a deep breath “Do you want to go to your room anyway? To maybe clean up a bit.”
He smiled and kissed her lips gently. “We could save water, and you could shower with me.” He winked playfully and let out a mischievous laugh.
“If it’ll save water.” She responded, biting her lip.
“Oh? You are insatiable,” He nipped at her bottom lip flirtatiously.
Thank you @peacheat , for your suggestion for the two to interrupt them based on the post I made! I appreciate you!
Thank you guys so much for reading, hope you have a good day!
Personal Note: I’ve had a bit of a writer’s block lately but no lack of ideas just unable to write them cuz of these stupid high standards I was giving myself. I heard some advice recently that pertained to art but also pertains to writing fics as well.
“Not every piece of art you make needs to be good. Not every piece of art needs to be a masterpiece. It’s okay to just have a good time creating something and not worry if it’s up to your own standards. Make as much as you can and eventually good stuff will come out. But, if you don’t make the bad stuff, you won’t make the good stuff either.” - Dahli Raz
Idk who else needs to hear that but this will be something I live by now <3
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Hey! I recently came across your blog and I love your Obey me! HC so much☺️☺️ if its okay could I request the Obey me! Brothers + dateables reacting to MC hugging them, nuzzling closer and then saying “you smell like home”🥺🥺 thank you!!💕
The Demon Bros & Undatables: Reacting to MC calling them home :’)
• You’ve had a long day, and Lucifer is the only one who you know can cheer you up
• So you go to his office, walking in without knocking first, something you only did when you really needed him (which he knew)
• When he hears his door open he looks up with irritation, but then seeing it’s you he gets up and walks over to you with his arms open
• “MC, what’s wrong” his voice is soft and reaffirming, and you let yourself be wrapped in his arms
• You don’t answer at first, just listening to his heartbeat in his chest and enjoying the smell of his cologne
• “You smell like home” you whisper against his chest, and at that moment he swears he’s never felt love stronger than what he feels for you
• He does Not tear up. No sir not him!
• He tightens his arms around you a bit and kisses the top of your head, truly speechless at what to say
• “Then stay with me forever” he whispers, and you nod into his chest
• He’s walking you back to your room in the HoL after the two of you got dinner together, and you’re chatting about the meal and how the waitress you had was really pretty
• You arrive at your door, and you turn towards Mammon and hug him tightly, your head resting against his shoulder
• “Mmm, you smell like home” you comment to yourself, realizing after a second that he definitely heard you
• Big blush boy wraps his arms around you tighter than he ever had before
• “Sheesh MC, you’re gonna make me blush” he jokes, but his heart felt like it could explode he was so happy
• You hug for longer than the two of you usually did and you both fell asleep thinking about each other :)
• You were laying in his bed, his arm around your shoulders as you leaned into him, watching the newest episode of an anime
• You zoned out during the commercial break, resting your head against his chest
• “You smell like home, Levi”
• If you think Mammon blushed, you have no idea how hard Levi blushed
• He didn’t know what to say, and you thought you could feel the heat from the blush on his face
• You looked up at him and sure enough, his face was redder than you’d ever seen it
• You kissed his cheek, figuring you might as well really make him blush ✨
• He honestly blacked out a little lol
• You were reading in the library with him, you head on his lap as the two of you read your respective books
• It was getting late, so you closed your book and turned towards him, snuggling in his lap and closing your eyes
• His hand fell against your head, and he played with your hair as he continued to read
• “Home..” you whispered, a small smile crossing your face
• “Hm?” he hinted for you to repeat yourself
• “You smell like home” you repeated, opening your eyes and looking up at him
• He tried not to blush, but you knew him well enough you could see though his facade
• He held your gaze for a moment before moving his hand down to cup your face, eyes saying more than his words ever could
• You’re spending the night in his room after a self care night, currently choosing which movie to fall asleep to (or talk through the night to)
• You decide on a meodicre movie from the human world, so it wouldn’t keep your attention too seriously
• He opens his arms for you, and you snuggle against him
• “Asmodeus...” you start
• “Yes?” he looked to you smiled
• “You smell like home” you pressed a light kiss to his chest and laid your head back down
• He was silent for a moment, then speaking “I’m glad you feel safe here, in my arms, MC”
• You end up talking about your lives throughout the night (yk one of the chats you have with someone until like four am about anything and everything)
• You’re leaning against his arm in the kitchen as he snakcs, rambling to him about how frustrating classes had been
• “Mmm, but you smell like home, so I feel way better now that I’m with you” you end your rant and wrap an arm around his, holding onto him tightly
• He’s so touched :’)
• He isn’t great with words, though, so he leans over and kisses the top of your head and offers to make you your favorite food from the human world (or have it delivered)
• You smile into him, “That’d be great, Beel. Thank you”
• You whisper it as you’re falling asleep with him after a long day of classes and errands for Lucifer
• “You smell like home...”
• Not much wakes him up when he’s about to fall asleep, but a confession like this does the trick
• He wraps his arms around you and pulls you against him, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder (or the back of your neck if you’re comfortable with that)
• “Thank you, MC” he whispers to you as you drift into a nap
• He’s working late into the night again, but he finished all his paperwork early so he can sit in bed with you as you sleep
• You scoot over and rest your head against the side of his thigh, not wanting to disturb his laptop but wanting to smell the comforting smell of your favorite demon
• “Dia...you smell like home” you whisper against him, and he almost thought he didn’t hear you right
• A human ?? Making his heart feel like this ??
• He hides his face in his hand for a moment before coming back to his senses
• “I’ll always be your home, MC. I promise” he said gently, moving a hand from his work to stroke your hair
• He’d had a longer day than usual with Diavolo, and you were practically asleep when he got into bed well past midnight
• “Mmm, welcome” you tease lightly, voice groggy
• “Go to sleep” he whispered, not wanting you to lose any more sleep than you already had
• You snuggled against his chest, appreciating his warmth, “You smell like home” you half consciously whispered
• ERROR: BARBATOS HAS STOPPED WORKING
• He holds you closer than he thought was demonly possible, whispering little words of affirmation to you as you fell asleep in his arms
• You were walking around the park, holding hands and talking about your day
• The two of you passed a nice fountain, and decided to take a picture to remember your day together
• You moved closer to him, and suddenly your nose was filled with his scent
• “Simeon, you smell so good. Like, home” you commented, not expecting a blush to cross his face almost instantly
• “MC...” he was speechless, but just pulled you into a hug (and took a selfie of the two of you hugging, because he never wanted to forget this moment)
• “Thank you” he smiled the most genuine smile you’d ever seen, and you knew you wanted Simeon in your life forever
• You’ve enlisted his help for cooking duty, and the two of you are working on your favorite dish from the human world
• He leans across you to grab a measuring cup, and you can’t help but notice how comforting and familiar he smells
• “Solomon, you smell like home” you turn and wrap your arms around him, inhaling deeply against him
• He !!
• “Awh, MC” he laughed lightly, “You should have told me sooner”, then setting down the measuring cup and wrapping his arms back around you
A/N: I didn’t feel comfortable doing Luke w/this one just bc ,, he is a child and I would feel weird telling a child they smell like home yk ?? Anyways I ~loved~ this prompt hehe I hope you guys enjoy
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Brothers + Undateables: First Kiss
Hope you enjoy!
You think this mess of a man would make the first move? Never.
He couldn't let you reject him and hurt his pride. He had to be 100% sure you liked him back.
His brothers would absolutely know how much he liked you. Though it was obvious by how much he asked if you had talked about him. He even asked one of his brothers if you had feeling for anyone.
On day, at breakfast, you leaned towards Lucifer, trying to get something off his face.
Was that a freckle or food?
He moved towards you, kissing you gently with a smirk on his face.
Not only did you like him, but he made the first move!
"Uh... there was something on your face."
He froze up, hearing the snickering from his brothers before getting up and leaving the table early.
Someone help this poor demon.
Too shy to make the first move, but would definitely threaten too.
"What in all 'a Devildom are ya doin'? Want me ta kiss ya or somethin'?!"
You would probably be in your room. Maybe during the TSL binge.
You move to grab the popcorn before Beel eats it all. Mammon is in the way.
You kiss his cheek, gently asking him to move.
Poor boyo malfunctions.
Once AGAIN you're gonna have to initiate the kiss.
These boys are all cowards and simps, I'm sorry, but they are.
Is oblivious to EVERY MOVE YOU MAKE.
It is so annoying.
At one point you have to ask one of his brothers for help.
So you get the advice to just do it.
But be kind. Just on the cheek.
You're gaming and you reach over, pecking his cheek after he won other round.
He just drops his controller.
Probably drops himself too.
Probably kissed you the second you entered Devildom.
Like the ones the French do. They kiss both cheeks.
If it takes a while to kiss him, you're uncomfortable with it, or so oblivious that he wants to get in a relationship with you it's scary.
Just straight up walks over and kisses you one day.
Cool as a cucumber straight outta the freezer.
The fucking freezer.
No cares in the world.
Was afraid you were going to reject him, but that didn't happen, now did it?
Probably one if them that would would be in a relationship with before you kissed.
He read that it was best to go slow—and it can be!—so he went as slow as he could.
Which was a little too slow.
Cuddles galore while he read, but months in, unless you made a move sooner, no kiss.
You'd have to hint at it, or say it straight out.
He would catch either.
Would bend down, over, look up, etc and kiss you.
Had no shame asking for a kiss.
Why would he?
You were both probably honest about your feelings, and probably already in a relationship.
He would wait to kiss you, but not for too long, as long as you were comfortable with it.
Would just kiss you.
He's definitely warm, and very gentle about it. So sweet.
Probably tastes like what he just ate.
Doesn't really care.
Not really nervous.
Probably just asked you for a kiss while half asleep. Clinging onto you and using you as a pillow or not is your choice.
Just place a quick kiss on his temple. He'll kiss you correctly once he's up.
The amount of confidence it took for him to admit his feelings. And now, he has to kiss you?!
Curses himself for wanting to do it.
What if you get mad? Don't like it?
Everyone walks on eggshells around him. He's never dated anyone before. He has no experience.
Pacing in his room, Barbatos watching, probably getting dizzy.
Diavolo rushes over and hugs Barb at one time. He's just so stressed.
Is so happy when you pop into his castle a few days later and casually pop a peck on his cheek. He's in heaven.
Barb is nervous, no doubt.
Everyone sees him as intimidating because if his manner if speaking, rank, power.
But he's soft. So soft.
Just wants to curl up at one point. Maybe talk to Diavolo.
He just distracts himself with work, mindlessly washing the dishes.
Diavolo can tell somethings wrong. Usually Barb has what he wants before he even wants it. Not today.
"Barbatos? Is something wrong?"
"No, young master, all is fine."
Diavolo hugs him anyways with a large smile, offering him support and a safe place to talk.
Next time he sees you, he looks fine, but his mind is running in circles.
When you're finally alone, he just hugs you. He never initiates any affection.
Is so relieved when you tilt your head up and kiss under his chin/look down and kiss his head.
The thought that he thought of kissing a human scares him.
He's so nervous.
Goes to either Lucifer or Solomon, as he lives with one and is close with the other.
Luke approves and is just glad he's not with a demon.
Does it quickly, and shyly, giving you a bright smile.
You're probably studying with him, or just in his room to relax. It's the one quiet place in all of devildom, it seems.
This cheeky bastard already knew you liked him.
The only trouble was figuring out how to talk to you about it.
He brought it up casually one day, and you are both together.
He just comes up and kisses you one day, no warning.
Pulls away with a smirk.
Y'know, that smirk.
Then starts to play the trumpet and you both break into song
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I turned it in a drabble or something like that hfdjd👉👸👉
"What did we do to deserve such a disgrace as a brother?" Asmo complained. You sighed, trying to keep calm while the brothers kept attacking Mammon like everyday. You had to admit that some times they were right but that time Mammon wasn't doing anything wrong. However, that didn't stop his brothers to pick on him while you sat near him.
"Oi...What the hell did I do now? Stop disrespectin' me like that! That ain't the way you should treat your older brother." Mammon replied, annoyed by Asmodeus' remark.
"But Asmo is right...and it's not like you're a good older brother anyway." Levi laughed at Mammon's offended reaction while still playing with his D.D.D.
"Yeah, you can't deny that you're a scumbag, Mammon." Satan added with a smirk.
"Why do y'all always have to call me like that? I ain't a scumbag!" Mammon kept defending himself.
"You're not only a scumbag, you're also dumb..." Lucifer sighed, tired of ignoring his brothers' quarrel.
"C'mon! Stop-" Mammon tried to cry out but stopped when he noticed Asmodeus getting near to you.
"Hey, MC...Come here before Mammon infects you with his stupidity" Asmo tried to bring you near him with a smile. However, he didn't expect you to refuse to let him help you to get up from the sofa where you and the second born were sitting.
"I don't want to...and leave Mammon alone." You snapped at him with a scowl, shocking him a little bit.
"Eh? Leaping to Mammon's defence, are you?" Belphie intervened with an amused smirk making you get even more irritated.
"MC, I know you're nice, but you don't need to defend him..." Lucifer said, thinking that you were just trying to not make the Avatar of Greed feel too bad.
You could see Mammon tense near you with balled fists and you gently wrapped your hand around his one, asking silently to let him hold it. Mammon looked at you astonished, letting you take his hand before you snapped again.
"I'm defending him because I want to and he doesn't deserve how you treat him. - you replied sternly, shocking all the other brothers - Maybe he can be greedy but damn, it's not like you all are better, so I don't get why you gang on him like that."
Lucifer held his breath while his other brothers just stayed silent, knowing that you weren't wrong.
"Now, if you excuse me." You declared, knowing that you proved your point before getting up and taking Mammon with you without meeting any reluctance by him.
"U-uh...MC, wait!" Asmo tried to call you but you were already out of the room, dragging Mammon with you. You were too upset to notice how quiet Mammon was being.
In less than 2 minutes you were opening your room's door and entering before closing the door violently. That's when you realised that Mammon, who usually would talk for hours, was unusually silent.
You felt your heart almost crumble when you turned towards him and saw him trying so hard to not cry.
"Hey, baby...Are you okay?" You asked him with a sad smile and he quickly nodded while wiping his eyes before almost tackling you to the ground with a tight hug.
"I don't know why ya defended me, but...I-I'm grateful...for you and for how you stepped in to help me..I’d be lost without ya" he quietly said, resting his face in the crook of your neck before you gently pushed him away to look at his face and smile at him whilst his tears now flowed freely on his face.
"I'd do this every day if that would mean making you happy, Mammon."
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Can you do the brothers reacting to S.O. MC always having an unidentifiably "familiar" scent and then finding a spray bottle with the brother's perfume in it, diluted so that it doesn't overpower MC's but still gives them a subtle trace of the brother's scent? Which brothers do you expect would take up the practice so that they always have MC's scent lingering on them?
I think demons and angels would have a better sense of smell than humans so wearing one of the brother’s perfumes would be like Mc marking themself as the demon’s partner.
It’s not foolproof of course, after all, other demons can buy the same perfume. But between the brothers, Diavolo and Barbatos everyone wears different scents so it would be clear to all of them whos perfume you are wearing.
Lucifer has been using the same cologne for several decades now. It’s honestly surprising that it hasn’t gone out of style, or become associated with old people(Like how certain human colognes or perfume is only used by your grandparents). It’s distinctive but elegant and simple enough to be timeless.
Lucifer first notices how your scent is oddly familiar a few weeks after you return to the Devildom with Solomon.
Something about your new scent is immensely gratifying to his senses.
It makes his pride flare, and he finds himself far less worried about his brothers or Diavolo trying to steal you away.
Much to his embarrassment, Lucifer finds himself nuzzling into your neck as if to scent you while trying to identify the change.
It’s early yet and you’re still curled up asleep in his bed when he finds the simple-looking perfume bottle on your desk as he is fetching you a fresh set of clothes to change into.
He stops to examine the bottle, thinking that perhaps he should bring this to you as well. Although he loathes to let you cover up his scent.
He opens the bottle to ensure it won't completely overpower his scent on you, and for a moment he thinks he must have used a bit too much of his own perfume this morning. He sniffs it again and realizes that while it is similar to his own scent, it’s different. Muddled, diluted with something, water, and perhaps a bit of your own perfume/cologne.
His lips curl into a smirk as he realizes that he’s caught his cologne thief. He’d assumed that he’d simply misplaced a bottle of his cologne but now realizes that you must have taken it back to the human realm with you and made this.
Lucifer falls in love with you all over again. He is so enamored with the idea that you want to smell like him, essentially letting other demons and angels know that you are his.
When you wake, he is sitting next to you. Still smug. Pride radiating off him in self-satisfied waves. Toying with your perfume bottle. “Mc, my dear, if you would like to let others know you are taken I would be happy to mark you more clearly.”
You swear he likes to fluster you just for his own enjoyment.
“When this is gone,” he says holding up the perfume bottle “you are welcome to more of my cologne, you needn't resort to thievery, my love.”
He won’t take up the practice himself, but if you have to be away from each other for an extended time he’ll ask for a bottle of your perfume/cologne to keep your scent fresh and near.
Mammon is snooping in your room again. Not to steal this time, he swears! It was just to figure out what kind of gift you’d like.
The perfume bottle looks expensive, so he picks it up. Thinking that buying you a new bottle might be a good gift.
It doesn’t have any labels so he opens it to see if he recognizes the fragrance.
He is so, so embarrassed to find out that it is a diluted version of his scent! Poor Mammon, he is so flustered when he finds out that he drops the bottle, shattering it on your bedroom floor.
Suddenly it all clicks into place for him. The reason he had been so much more protective of you. Why he had found himself resisting the urge to mark you as his more than he usually had to.
You’d been making yourself smell like him, marking yourself for him. Mammon is over the moon. You want to be his. You’re already together of course, but you want other demons to know you’re together.
It takes everything Mammon has to stop himself from going to get you right now. From bringing you to his room and marking you himself.
But he’s got a bigger problem to handle first. Your room is a mess, floor covered in glass and perfume and he’s got to fix this before you get back.
When you open your door Mammon is still trying to clean everything up and air out your room, you recognize the scent of the spilled perfume and you feel the embarrassment overwhelm you.
Mammon is looking at you, face red and stuttering out an apology. “I swear I wasn't trying to steal nothin'. I just-” He flounders gesturing to your desk “it was an accident Mc! Picked you up a new bottle of mine so you can…” if possible his face gets even redder.
“Mammon if you don’t like it I can stop.”
“What? No! Of course, you’d wanna smell like the great Mammon! Besides, I don’t want anyone else thinkin they can make a move on ya. You should keep doin it.”
Mammon won’t ask for any of your perfume/cologne but he will borrow(steal) a little of it every once in a while. Mostly when he’s going somewhere he can’t take you. It makes him feel closer to you. And it has the added benefit of preventing any demons from making a move on him, letting them know he’s taken.
Levi can’t quite put his finger on where he’s smelled your new perfume/cologne before.
It’s familiar, but he can’t place it no matter how hard he tries.
For some reason, it makes him less jealous when his brothers are around you. Like he doesn’t have to worry about you realizing they are better than him anymore.
Levi might not notice what your new scent is but his brothers sure do.
Asmo gives you knowing little winks and you could swear you’ve seen Mammon crinkle his nose in distaste at you.
Levi doesn’t figure out why your scent is so familiar until he finds you in his room pouring some of his perfume into a different bottle.
You’re startled when Levi takes the bottle from your hand and tilts your head to the side to smell your neck.
He takes a step back from you red to the tips of his ears “M-mc you-” He gapes at you for a moment “You can’t just do that without warning me!” he whines. “You know other demons can- my brothers can- it’s like you’re telling everyone you’re mine.”
“I know, Asmo gave me the idea. He said demons use their scent to mark their significant others. I’m sorry Levi, are you mad?”
“Mad? You want to smell like me, how could I be mad when I’ve wanted to-to mark you for months? I just didn’t want to...creep you out...with all that. Y-you can still use my cologne just ask. Thought you were Mammon stealing for a second.” He says covering his blushing face with his hands.
Levi is awake for a long time that night, even after you’ve long since drifted off curled up next to him in his bathtub bed. He’s caught up in the fact that you want to smell like him and he wonders if maybe he could do the same thing with your perfume/cologne.
Eventually, he’ll ask for some of your perfume/cologne but it’ll take him several weeks to finally blurt out the question.
Somehow your scent is different, more familiar.
It sets him at ease, like seeing you in his jacket or finding you sleeping in one of his shirts.
It clicks that you are using his scent when he notices how fast he is going through the bottle of his cologne.
His face heats up and oh my, you’re using his scent. That's why it was so familiar.
Once the surprise has passed, his lips curl up in a wicked grin.
Oh Mc, Satan is so pleased. He is so in love with you.
He has you meet him in his room to confront you. His cologne in hand, lips curled up in a smirk. “Is there something you’d like to tell me, Mc?”
You tell him about how you dilute his perfume with yours so that you smell a little like him and meekly apologize for stealing from him.
Satan’s smirk grows as you explain, and when you fall silent he pulls you into his arms. “I like having my scent on you kitten. But you know there are other ways I can leave my scent on you if you’d like?” he murmurs, kissing across your cheekbone and down your jawline.
He sounds so confident but there is proof of his own emotions in the red dusting his cheeks.
Satan might dilute some of your perfume/cologne if there is a particular reason he wants other demons to know he’s taken. Maybe an event he can’t bring you to or if there has been a particularly stubborn demon not taking no for an answer.
To be honest Satan would rather have you leave your scent naturally. By sleeping on his pillows or wearing his jacket.
If you have to go to the human realm without him for any length of time, Satan will pick up your habit and start diluting some of your chosen scent with his while you're gone.
It doesn’t take long for Asmo to figure out why your scent is so familiar.
He knows exactly how long a bottle of perfume will last him and has a sixth sense for knowing when someone has moved any of his beauty products.
“Mc, darling, it’s sweet that you want my mark on you but if you keep stealing from me I’ll have to punish you,” he sings.
“Is that a promise Asmo?”
He brings you your very own bottle of his cologne.
The fact that you dilute his scent with yours brings Asmo to his knees. It’s so cute! But also such a tease! He’d love to leave his scent on you in other ways too.
But first, he just wants to curl up and cuddle with you. Knowing that you want to advertise your relationship so openly makes him feel truly loved.
The feeling overwhelms Asmo and he is so, so happy that his feelings for you are returned just as strongly.
Asmo will definitely take up the practice so your scent always lingers on him as well.
Asmo is not ashamed or shy about your relationship and any demon who insinuates he should be is playing a dangerous game.
There is no hesitation in his voice when he asks for a bottle of your perfume/cologne in exchange for his.
He likes knowing his scent lingers on you and flaunts the fact that yours lingers on him.
Expect to exchange bottles of perfume on holidays.
Beel’s nose picks up the change in your scent immediately.
It’s familiar and yet hidden beneath your own scent just enough that he can’t place it.
This is frustrating for him because he’s never had so much trouble placing a scent before.
But he likes the addition as well.
In the end, it’s Belphie who rats you out to his twin. “You know I'm sure Beel would have more fun if he got to mark you himself, Mc.”
Beel puts down the muffin he’d had halfway to his mouth to look at you, realization flashing across his face.
He smiles happily at you, light blush dusting his face.
He’ll give you your own bottle of his cologne.
But he’ll also explain how having his scent linger on you is a way that demons mark their significant others. He wants to make sure you know that you are advertising your relationship to other demons.
When you assure him you’re ok with that he’ll ask if he can do the same with some of your perfume/cologne. That way other demons know he’s yours too.
Belphie notices right away.
It’s obvious that the new addition to your scent is his when you’re napping in his bed with him and the new portion of your scent blends seamlessly with the blankets and pillows around you.
Belphie gets a mischievous smirk on his face as he nuzzles his face in your hair. “There are better ways for you to wear my scent, Mc.”
He doesn’t stop you from using some of his perfume to dilute and mix with your own.
In fact, he encourages the practice.
He likes the fact that other demons will know who your heart belongs to.
With his scent lingering on you it’s very unlikely that other demons(his brothers) will make a move on you.
He won’t adopt the practice himself.
Not because he doesn’t want to, but because it’s a lot of work to dilute perfume so perfectly.
But if you were to make it for him, he would wear it everywhere.
He finds your scent calming, so having it linger on him would be very nice. Why else would blankets occasionally go missing from your bed?
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The Demon Bros: Waking up from their first sex dream about you
• His alarm goes off and he jolts upright in bed, thoughts and images from his dream racing through his mind
• He realizes that he’s very hard, and his face is covered in a deep blush
• He sorts out his little (big) problem, and goes to breakfast, desperately trying to get his mind off the dream
• He’s almost successful, until he opens the doors and sees you sitting alone at the table, wearing a tank top and shorts
• “M-Morning, MC” he stammers
• You look up, “Lucifer? Are you alright?” you ask, never having heard him stutter before
• “Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired” he brushes off the question, and you can tell something is up, but don’t want to push him
• “Alright Luce, come sit. I’ll get you tea” you say, pulling back the chair that’s next to yours as you get up, walking over to the table to get him his favorite tea
• You accidentally bump into him, and his face blushes deep red
• “Lucifer, are you sure everything is okay? You know you can always talk to me”
• “Yeah, sorry. I didn’t mean to bump into you”
• You can feel his eyes burning into your back as you make his tea
• You walk it to him and set it down in front of him, his eyes staying locked on you the entire time
• “Lucifer…” you start, but he cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours
• You’re surprised, but definitely not upset about this, and once the surprise wears off you grip the back of his hair with your fingers
• The two of you get pretty carried away, you’re straddling his hips when Asmo opens the door and gasps
• “Finally!! Congrats, MC!! You finally put the moves on Lucifer, huh”
• You blush, and Lucifer smirks at you, “Oh? So you’ve wanted to do this for a while then?”
• “Oh damn, did Lucifer make the first move? I wasn’t expecting that!” Asmo giggles, “But either way I’m glad you two are finally clearing the sexual tension
• You clear the sexual tension all right, for the rest of the day and into the night oops
• It’s the middle of the day when he’s suddenly hit with the memory of his dream
• He’s hanging out with you in his room, you’re doing homework and trying to get mammon to study for a test he has
• He goes silent, and you look over to see a hand over his mouth, like he’s in shock
• “It’s nothing…don’t worry about it human”
• You punch his arm playfully, but he jerks away
• Your heart stings, and it’s clear on your face
• “MC, shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that…”
• “Mammon…what was that?”
• He doesn’t want to be honest, but he knows you’ll get the truth out of him one way or another
• So, he tells you
• You blush, like a lot
• He gets a bit rambly at the end, talking about how he hopes this doesn’t change your friendship and that he doesn’t want you to be upset with him
• Only one way to reassure him that you aren’t…
• A kiss!
• He’s !! at first, but then relaxes into the kiss
• “I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while now, Mammon. This was the perfect excuse”
• He get’s all cute and blushy
• “Awh, you have a crush on the Great Mammon!” he teases
• “Shut up~” you blush, and lean in and kiss him again
• You feel like you could kiss him for hours and not get tired of it, so that’s exactly what you do
• He wakes up covered in sweat, breathing heavily
• It’s 3 in the morning, so he knows you won’t be awake
• Wait, you’re his best friend! He can’t have a sex dream about his best friend!
• That’s when he hears his phone vibrate, and it’s none other than you
• Within a few minutes you’re knocking on his door, wearing the hoodie he leant you no less
• “Levi…I had a nightmare…can we cuddle” you whisper, usually not this forward but it was 3 am and you just wanted to be in your crush’s arms
• He nods, and the two of you walk to his bed
• You notice he’s a bit, well, hard, and don’t know whether or not to mention it
• But it’s 3 am and you’re hit with a wave of horniness, so when he spoons you you push your ass against him
• You feel him tense up, but the quiet moan that escapes his lips is validation enough for you to slowly begin grinding against him
• His hand holds your hip as you grind against him, both of you breathing heavily
• You turn to face him, the two of you locking eyes and silently agreeing that you were going to take your friendship to the next level
• You climb on top of him and resume grinding against him, bringing your lips together in sloppy, hungry kisses
• You have sex, and fall asleep in each other’s arms
• The next morning you’re both 😳, but you confess to having liked him for a while and by the time you’re at breakfast the two of you are officially dating
• He fell asleep in his chair reading again, but notices the blanket draped over him, bookmark carefully placed in his book that was not placed on the table beside him
• He quickly places that you were reading with him, and blushes at your kindness
• His blush then deepens when he’s hit with the memory of his dream
• Clips of you kissing, grinding against him, him thrusting deep into you in every position he could imagine flying through his mind, and he realizes that he’s very hard because of it
• He turns to look at his bed, and is surprised to find you in it, sitting by the window and reading late into the night
• You notice him stir, and turn to look at him. You’re dressed in just one of his tee shirts and your underwear. “Hey there sleepyhead” you tease, “Want to come lay down?”
• He nods, but realizes he can’t get up without you seeing his ~issue~
• “Mmmm…I’m gonna stay here for a minute” he says, and you think you know what’s going on
• You stand up, walking over to him and swaying your hips a bit more than usual, letting his shirt graze your thighs
• You watch as his eyes trail your body, smirking as your heart rate increases
• You stand at the front of the chair and lean over, resting your hands on the arms of his chair and putting your faces close together
• “Satan~ Why won’t you come sleep with me~” you tease, fully accepting that you were basically confessing to him
• He exhales with sexual frustration, and you lean even closer
• “Satan…” you whisper breathily against his lips, and before you know it his hands are holding your face and he’s kissing you deeply
• You spend the rest of the night making his dream come to life
• He wakes up ~fashionably late~, and is in the middle of picking his outfit when he remembers
• He blushes a bit, but chuckles to himself
• “MC, MC…you’ve got me…huh” he admits to himself, and sends you a quick text asking you to come to his room
• You arrive within a few minutes, and can tell that he has something crazy he’s going to propose
• But you didn’t expect that he was going to confess a sex dream about you !
• It’s not like you hadn’t had them about him, but you didn’t think he’d had them about you
• “So, whaddya say? Care to make my dream come to life~”
• You blush and nod, “It’d be my pleasure~”
• You simultaneously bring your lips together and running your hands up and down each other’s bodies
• You walk to the bed together, falling back on it with him on top of you, rolling his hips perfectly against yours
• He starts kissing down your neck, and you shakily breathe out his name, begging him to keep going
• You go for quite a few rounds, him bringing you to as many climaxes as you bring him
• He’s surprisingly calm about the whole thing
• That is, until he sees you in the kitchen, still in your pajamas and sleepily eating a bagel
• He quickly checks you out, which you act like you don’t notice
• You heart was warm at the sight of him coming in, and it beat fast when you saw him check you out
• You get up and walk to him at the fridge, slipping your body in front of his and pressing against him
• “Morning Beel” you say, exaggerating the tiredness in your voice because you knew he thought it was cute
• “Morning baby” he responds, not realizing the pet name until after it slipped out
• You smile, turning around to face him and reaching your arms up and wrapping your arms around his neck
• “I like the pet name, honey. You should keep using it”
• He blushes, but nods. He looks into your eyes, trying to read them
• You make it easier for him, “So Beel, does this mean I can call you mine”
• He’s a bit taken aback by how forward you’re being, but leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead
• “Please~”, his voice is soft but confident, and he feels like he’s been in love with you for as long as he can remember, even though he just realized it this morning
• You bring his face down and lightly kiss his lips, smiling against them
• “Good” you say, heart smiling with love for your boyfriend
• He’s woken up from a nap abruptly, eyes shooting open with realization over what just happened
• He can usually control his dreams, which is why he was so surprised by this one
• He knew his heart felt different around you, but he didn’t think anything of it
• Until now, that is
• And he jumps out of his skin when he hears you knock on his door, “Belphegor! We have class, let’s go! Lucifer’s getting pissed!”
• “Uhhhh fuck” he groans, “Gimme a minute”
• “One minute, and then I’m coming in” you warn him, not wanting either of you to face the wrath of Lucifer (and also because you loved how much his room smelled like him)
• You wait about 20 seconds before opening the door, and you freeze and blush when you catch him shirtless, only in boxers
• “Damn, my bad” you say, but don’t move
• You hold eye contact for a moment, neither of you saying anything before you take the move and trace your eyes down his body, stopping on his boxers and tracing the outline of his length, which you note is very hard
• You step in and close the door behind you, locking it
• “Belphie~” you tease, walking towards him as he backed up towards his bed, nervous about what your intentions were
• “You put a hand on his bicep, and squeeze lightly, “I can uh, help you, if you want” He takes a moment to think, but nods and presses his hips to yours
• You miss your first class of the day heh
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The brothers' reaction to walking into your room while you and Solomon are doing the do
𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 & 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐍 ft. the brothers
includes: obey me! brothers x reader
content warning: 18+ content, swearing, violence, dubcon, possessive behaviour and a threesome insinuated.
💭: hopefully you guys enjoy it! thank you for the request! I also changed it up to the common room because I'm pretty sure solomon would have made a magical barrier on your door if he wanted to keep things private haha ㅡ hina
PART TWO HERE
"shh, pretty..." solomon grunted in your ear. "you're being too loud, someone will hear us. you wouldn't want that, would you?"
you choked back a moan when he thrusted into you again from behind, shaking your head at his question. your underwear was pushed to the side and you were leaning forward against the couch, barely able to hold yourself up from the pleasure coursing through your veins. it didn't help that he was radiating magical energy that made your skin buzz with life.
"good puppy.." solomon cooed, biting your earlob. "I bet you are enjoying being fucked where anyone could walk in at anytime, hm?"
before you could moan out a response, the door to the side of the common room opened and you gasped, trying to tell solomon to stop but he didn't notice the intruder, pressing your face into the couch.
when he sees you bent over the couch, solomon fucking you from behind, he freezes where he stands in the doorway
his eyes trail from the spot between your legs all the way up to your glistening eyes and it makes his cock twitch in his dress pants
he coughs, crossing his arms with a frown on his face and watches as solomon pulls away from you, shocked from the sudden noise
"mc, you better have a good reason why you're allowing solomon to defile you in a public space such as this. I better see you in my office when I come back from my meeting with diavolo."
he watches as your eyes fill with fear and he turns to leave, a smug smirk on his face
let's just say, you didn't leave his office until you could barely walk back to your room
oh boy, he gets so jealous
how could his beloved mc, HIS human, have sex with a mere HUMAN when they could have the GREAT MAMMON: the 2nd strongest demon in the student council, your first pact and your first man?!
he rushes forward, a blush on his cheeks and he throws solomon off you, lifting you up and hanging you over his shoulder
you punch at his back and yell at him to put you down but he ignores it, stomping out of the room with you
"y-you're mine, damn it!"
"why him?! why didn't you come to me!?"
"you're my human, remember!?"
he'll whine to you all the way to his room where he shows you how good he can make you feel
it was like out of the anime leviathan watched called a demon finds his master sleeping with a sorcerer and he nearly passes out from the sight
"m-mc.." he stutters over his words, eyes fixated on solomon's cock thrusting into you
solomon stills his movements and looks back over his shoulder to see the demon behind him and swears under his breath
you push solomon off you gently and fix your clothes, cheeks red from embarrassment
you mumble shyly, fingers playing with the hem of your blazer, "um, levi, could you maybe.."
before you could finish your sentence, leviathan transforms into his demon form, eyes filled with envy and you gasp moving to stand behind solomon, but levi's tail wraps around you, lifting you into the air to stop you
"w-we're going to my room, mc, now!" he hisses, his cock straining against his pants and he leaves with you in his tail's grasp
wow, poor solomon
satan usually is able to hold himself together but when it comes to you with solomon, his rage seeps through the cracks of his demeanour
he growls, stalking over to you and ripping the sorcerer off of you to the floor
all he can see is red and he beats solomon until you have to stop him from killing him
"please! satan, stop! down!"
satan spins around, grabs your wrist and drags you to his room, roughly throwing you against a bookcase and trapping you with his arms
he hisses, leaning down to leave possessive bite marks on your neck "are you really that naive that you need to go to a human when you have seven demons just waiting for you to let them fuck you?!"
you whine, tears pooling at the corners of your eyes and lucifer has to come into the room to stop him from taking his anger out on you
after a few hours, satan comes back to apologise, a bouquet of flowers in his hands and a promise to read you your favourite book until you fall into a comfortable sleep snuggled up to him
"well, well, look what we have here."
asmodeus giggles, fanning his face at the sight of his two masters fucking in the common room
his cheeks were red from arousal
"how come I wasn't invited?"
you blush, feeling solomon pull out of you, and you stand up off the couch, unable to meet the eye of the 5th oldest demon brother
"aw, come on now, don't be shy.. I'm sure you wouldn't mind me joining you? I am extremely gorgeous, after all."
you watch as admodeus stalks towards you and you find yourself pressed up against the chest of solomon, admodeus' hand caressing your cheek and his body against your front
you were trapped in between their bodies and your head turns to look up at solomon, noticing a smirk on his face
that's when you knew you were in for a long night and you weren't complaining
beelzebub walks into the common room with his head filled with only the thoughts of food
he glances at you both and walks over to grab the cookies he left on the coffee table
the smell of your arousal makes his tummy grumble, but he is too distracted to care
he shrugs at you and leaves the room, munching on a the cookies in his hand
you and solomon are both in shock from the strange encounter, stopping your actions
you were surprised by the way he acted, you'd think he would've been a tad bit jealous
when you go back to your room, you find yourself pressed against your bed and a head of orange hair drooling between your legs
you were correct, he was a tad bit jealous and he was ravenous for a taste of his master
honestly, belphie doesn't notice at first
it's probably because he's sleepy, hands rubbing his eyes as he moves into the common room
but when he hears your whine, his eyes snap open and he notices the position you're in
he grimaces, finding it slightly disgusting
he doesn't exactly like the idea of solomon fucking you instead of it being him
he leaves the room silently so solomon doesn't notice, but when you come to sleep with him at night, he will press himself up against you, begging to touch you better
how could you say no?
he'll tease you, smirking against your skin when he leaves wet, open-mouthed kisses there
"mmm, are you really still needy, kitten?"
you'll be a blushing mess by the end of it all
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