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usernu11 · 1 year
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Understanding
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it just so happens that the reason might have been a particular elder brother that is now tied up beneath you.
warnings* 18+ content ahead, minors dni
tags* obey me shall we date, transmasc!reader, afab!reader, reader has top surgery but no bottom surgery, mentions of female genitailia, the chest is never mentioned tho, dom!reader, sub!lucifer, explicit content
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staying at the house of lamentation was always an exciting experience; the brothers never allowed you not even a second of respite. honestly, you could say the same thing about the devildom as a whole, it wasn't like the human world and at some points, you even contemplated never going back. it wasn't until you were sent back up after your first initial year that you noticed; something in you had changed.
it was like an endless hole, never able to be completely full with even the biggest of excitements the human world could offer.
solomon, for as much of a cryptic asshole he could be, described it as a consequence for making the sort of pacts you did with the brothers. they not only fed off of you, you had been feeding off of them as well. it didn't really make much sense at first, what exactly was there to feed off of? and more importantly, just who exactly was the culprit behind it? instead of answering, he just set out to allow you to experience it for yourself.
you never really will forgive him for dropping you on top of satan without at least a warning.
a couple of weeks had gone by, the usual banter and chaos within the house was the typical headache inducing fun as it had always been. but it never really made the itch deep in the darkest parts of your chest go away; it was like an impulse, a want- a need- to dive into something /more/, something darker and more perverse.
it only grew and grew, and you couldn't make sense of it. your gaze on the brothers, once unimportant and without thought now held weight, as if you were trying to dig your gaze into their flesh and worm your way where no one else has laid claim. hunger, it was hunger in its purest form.
lucifer had always been a bit of an oddity since the first day you were summoned to the devildom. if you had to be honest, he was the brother you liked the least within the time you had taken only a couple of pacts. it wasn't until a sudden chance encounter in the middle of the night, too earlier for beelzebub to have his late-night snack and too late for anyone to be up and about, that you witnessed him struggling with the coffee maker.
it took your all to not scoff at the way he pulled on his unkempt hair, crazed mumblings of fast approaching deadlines, one too many bills from mammon and 'why the /fuck/ is a hunk of metal besting me at this time of night'.
after that night, you caught yourself looking his way a lot more often than you wanted to. and you couldn't help but notice at how often his gaze followed you in return. it was a silent understanding for a good while, if either of you had ever met eyes it was simply over within the next moment, another brother coming to take you away or lucifer falling to the whims of his duty to the prince.
the last night you spent on your initial year within the devildom was when this understanding between the both of you had finally been spoken into existence. he seemed to put down most of his prideful façade within the moment, though you couldn't help but pout at how he had worded your request for a pact. you didn't mind too much at the end of the day, you would simply just have to look a little bit harder to find a lucifer meant for your eyes and your eyes alone.
it was the little things that had you the most intrigued upon your return; the way he seemed to stare at you blankly during breakfast, the small touches he would try and sneak while passing you on his way towards his room.
the familiar hunger that seemed to lurk just beneath his polite smile as he greeted you in the hallways.
it just so happened to be lucifer that had gotten caught up in yet another mess his brothers had concocted just to entertain themselves and cause an even bigger migraine for him to deal with on his own. and it just so happened that you had ulterior motives when the chaos really started to settle in.
"you know, i'm not really one for doing this sort of stuff to others, but-" you pull on the rope fastened tightly around lucifers arms, fingernails digging into the coarse fabric. you can already imagine the bright red of blood pooling just beneath his skin from the pressure. "-you look really nice like this luci, don't you agree?"
a muffled mess of noises leaves lucifer, as he can do nothing but bite and slobber around the white fabric shoved into his mouth. something inside you burns at the sight beneath you. the itch only grows into a searing want that only reignites the more your eyes bore into the prideful man now bound and tied.
if he was the avatar of pride, you must have been the embodiment of the word itself within that moment alone. /you/ did this to him, /you/ a mere human, had reduced one of the most powerful demons you knew into a toy to be played with.
and you only wanted more.
"does it feel good? you can feel it too, right?" your fingers loosen around the rope and slowly slide downwards, past his wrinkled sleeves, down his silky tie and landing just at the end of his crimson vest. you knew lucifer enough to know that this sort of situation happening organically was an impossibility, not even barbatos would be able to send you into a timeline where lucifer would offer himself to you in such a way. and yet-
and yet you were inches away from the tent in his pants. truly, lucifer was a man that you grew more and more interested in the more you took the time to dig deeper into his depths. your finger circles the button on his pants as you take another look at his expression.
cheeks flushed red, eyes hazy as the pure desire that fills up deep within you begins to overflow and pour into lucifers entire being. you were proud, proud of taking away the pride from the avatar himself. he should be mad, upset at the human sitting atop his thighs and gazing down at him as if they owned every inch of him.
yet he couldn't ignore the way his pact mark on the back of their hand seemed the glow in an ecstatic, royal blue. it was as if he had no choice but to revel in the pure, unadulterated pleasure the human before him was experiencing. it made him whole, yet never for long enough. he too, needed more, wanted more of what the human was offering.
no, not offering. it was forced onto him, yet he was more than happy to have received it.
you watch as his eyes seem to only grow deeper in color, his pupils blown wide as a small whimper escapes from his full mouth. the beginnings of a laugh claw their way up your throat, yet you keep it down as to not embarrass him any further than you need to. "you're actually pretty pathetic, did you know that luci?"
your hand finally palms at the aching erection just begging to be released from its confines; the way his back arches into the touch makes you smile down at him. "you think you have it all figured out but you really don't. i know the thoughts that go on in that head of yours when you look at me, i know exactly what you want to do to me when your hand 'innocently' finds its way onto my lower back." you give him a hard squeeze, "you've probably been masturbating at your desk thinking about me for the longest time, haven't you? seriously, it's no wonder i ended up feeling it too."
the beginnings of tears start to form in his eyes, he's trying his best to buck up into your hand as he can do nothing but wriggle about in frustration. your hand moves up to the top of his pants, fingers working far too slowly to pull the zipper down. you pull his pants to just about halfway down his thighs.
"maybe you wanted me to do this? you're really enjoying it a little too much." your fingers circle around the very noticeable wet patch that seems to only grow wider and deeper in color the more you tease him through his underwear. he looks up at you as if you're his everything, as if you are the only thing that matters in the world to him, he just wants /more/, he wants more of you and you're nothing but compelled to give yourself to him.
it is then that you remove the fabric from his mouth, a long string of spit stays connected to his lips as he takes a long moment to process exactly whats happening. it feebly snaps as lucifer attempts to say your name, yet his voice only gets caught in his throat as he tries to hold back the noises coming from him.
light seems to come back to his eyes as his mind clears up, if only a little. the classic scowl slowly forms on his features as he bites his bottom lip. "w-what, what do you think you're-"
"stop that-" you cut him off before he can even finish his sentence. you know where that line of thought goes and you're not in the mood to entertain his mask of pride; you wanted /lucifer/, not his sin. "-don't you dare pull that on me, not now. tell me you want it, want /this/, want /me/."
lucifer opens and then shuts his mouth a couple of times, each time the blush on his face only seems to grow a deeper shade of red. it isn't until you begin to pull your hand away from his erection that he lifts his head in panic. "please! p-please i-" he takes a deep gasp of air, seemingly forcing his mouth to move. "-i-i need you, please, don't stop."
you gaze into his deep ruby eyes, that familiar feeling of understanding is there. you can't deny it, within this moment, you need him too.
the hitch in breathe that comes from the demon beneath you doesn't escape your ears as you finally, unceremoniously, pull down his underwear; his weeping cock slaps against skin, drops of precum now mingling with the sweat that has formed there. his whole body practically shivers as you gingerly wrap your hand around the base of his cock, giving it a small squeeze to hear his deep, sultry voice let out a delicious moan. you've always enjoyed his voice, but hearing it so fucked out and hoarse makes the heat that's been building in the pit of your stomach ignite all over again.
"fuck, lucifer-" you can't help but grind your aching cunt against the rope tightly wrapped around one of his thighs, your hand now properly stroking him. the sight of lucifer, eyes hazy, mouth wide open as he lets out moans that are very much not becoming of someone in his position, only makes you lean down right above him so he too can see just what this is doing to you. "you look so pretty like this, luci. can't believe it's all for me-only for me to see, to hear, to feel-" the feeling of his tongue on yours is hot and oh so good as you practically assault his mouth; the feeling of his moans getting all but swallowed up only serves to stroke whatever ego you've been building throughout this entire encounter.
for some reason, it just makes you want to make a mess out of him even more.
the kiss grows more and more incoherent the longer it goes on; it's sloppy, spit leaking out the sides of both your mouths and the sound of teeth clacking occasionally breaking up the heavy breathes and wet squelches coming from lucifers cock. it's the very definition of desperation. someone, you aren't even sure who anymore, lets out a whine as the burning in both of your air-craving lungs forces both of your to part.
the two of you exchange heavy breathes between one another, swollen lips briefly touching before parting again, oxygen-lacking brains unable to think of what comes next. it isn't until you process lucifer's hips rutting desperately into your hand despite the struggle it most pose that you, reluctantly you admit to yourself, remove your hand from his cock.
the growl he lets out at this only makes you want to go back to teasing him, really, but the insistent throbbing of your pussy makes you consider otherwise. before lucifer can make any complaints, you swiftly peel your shirt over your head and toss it in a random direction. your hands start to make their way to work on your pants next but stop halfway through as you catch the lucifer very obviously staring in your direction.
for just a second, you feel self-conscious about your body, questioning if you weren't up to his expectations, but the thoughts leave just as quickly as they entered once you /really/ get a look at lucifers expression. it's of nothing but pure excitement and satisfaction, his eyes soaking in whatever bare skin he can get only to stop at where your pants start, only to rake back up your body to your face. the headiness in his eyes only pushes you to shove the pants down along with your underwear; you have half a mind to feel a little embarrassment over the line of slick that refuses to disconnect from your sopping pussy until you move your underwear far enough.
the guttural growl that comes straight from lucifers throat, rumbling his chest, forces your face to heat up and your hole to clench around nothing. you move to straddle lucifer once more, pussy just hovering inches above lucifers cock as you take it into your hand. you move down slightly, the tip now between your folds as the white liquid mixes in with your slick. his cock never enters, only teasingly rubbing against your entrance as it slowly becomes covered by your essence.
you didn't plan on teasing the avatar of pride any longer but you just couldn't help yourself; his reactions only served to heighten the experience for you and though he would never admit it, you suspected he enjoyed it just as much as you did. you continue to lather his cock, happy within your own thoughts, until a loud snapping sound rips your out of your concentration.
before you can even gather what's happening, a hard grip on your hand causes you to hiss out as you're yanked forwards. the bed sheets against your bare skin are the first time your take in, then it's the weight that's practically crushing you on your back along with hot, heavy breathes that fan across the nape of your neck.
"l-lucifer?" you struggle to crane your neck backwards to get a good look at him, growing slightly worried as he's suddenly gone silent except for the rather loud panting. you weren't expecting him to be able to get out of his bindings anytime soon seeing as how he struggled with them thus far.
that's when you feel it, the barely there touches caressing your sides, the cool air being swatted onto your skin as his wings adjust to their sudden appearance. and that's not all, when you're finally able to adjust your head just far enough to get a look at his face, something wet falls from somewhere above and onto the sheets below.
", , ,blood?"
the burst of laughter escapes before you can even think twice to hold it in. lucifer, the avatar of pride and right hand man to lord diavolo, prince of the devildom, got a nosebleed in the middle of sex from seeing a humans naked body. the sound of your name forced through clenched teeth only serves to make you double over once more, back shaking against lucifers rumbling chest.
"stop that. it's-it's a natural thing that happens to anyone, so stop laughing like a fool." you turn around at lucifers words, your hiccupping chest now against his.
"natural for a virgin maybe, sure. certainly not something i'd except from /the/ lucifer morningstar." you can almost see a pout form on his face, though it might just be your imagination, but you lift your hand to wipe away some of the blood that's formed on the top of his lips anyway. a wonderful, warm feeling slowly spreads deep in your chest, mingling with the thick haughtiness that still lingers. "you really are quite cute lucifer."
"that's not a compliment and you know it." he swats away your hand, moving to wipe away the rest of the blood himself with the sheets below the both of you. you pout at this yourself, wriggling around to push lucifer off your just enough so you can move around. "just what are you doi-" his voice cuts off as he takes a deep inhale, hips rutting against his will into the hand that's just grabbed his half-hard cock.
"don't get all cocky just because you've gotten out of the ropes luci." you lift your hips so your entrance can once again rub against the tip of his cock, pushing it in just slightly before pulling away. you use your other hand to grab onto one of lucifers horns, fingers digging into its rough texture as you yank down, hard. your lips graze against the shell of lucifers ear, your body soaking in all the shivers and hitches in breathe he tries his best to stop. "we both know i'm still the one in charge here."
the downright erotic moan that lucifer lets out is all your need to start pushing his cock into your entrance earnestly; it only gets about half way before you have to stop yourself, your walls stretching enough to burn just to accommodate the thickness alone. your bottom lip finds home in between your teeth, threatening to spill blood itself as you concentrate on taking deep yet wobbly breathes. you don't make much progress until lucifer finally puts most of his weight onto his hands, body now above you as his arms cage you in while he rests your ass on his thighs. the look in his face says it all, the desperation to /finally/ have his length be encased entirely by your tight walls, to finally be one with you and fill you entirely with his seed.
all he needs is your permission, a command, anything that would allow him to have direction. he wants, no, needs you to be in control just one more time before he can truly let himself loose.
the pact practically sears the spot that it rests on your hand as you say just two simple words, the weight on your lungs heavy. "fuck me"
lucifers hands are on your hips in seconds, fingers digging into your skin at a bruising strength as he moves the rest of your body down onto the remaining length of his cock. you hiccup at the burn, his cock far too thick and long for most humans to handle; it only causes you to shut your eyes as tears start to burn at the edges of your vision. before you're able to try and adjust, lucifer it pulling you off his cock, leaving only the tip inside and leaving you empty. you make a small whine in confusion, hesitantly taking a peek at what could have gone wrong now.
the demon above you has his brows furrowed, jaw set as he does nothing but stare at where his cock and your entrance still connects. you can tell he's trying his hardest not to hurt you, hands shaking in their bruising grip around your waist, ruby eyes swirling with a dark urge that seems struggle to stay abate. he stays like this for a minute, trying his hardest to level out his breathing but failing miserably. before you can ask if he's okay, his wings flutter behind him and he mumbles what sounds like an apology.
with no other warnings, he's dragging you back onto your cock with more force and speed than before, forcing a loud moan from your lungs and the tears in your eyes to finally fall. it's a brutal, punishing pace that barely leaves you enough time to breathe, small hiccups of air enter your lungs as whiney moans are punched out not long after.
it's not long before lucifer is moaning alongside you, deep voice now turned up a few octaves as he relishes in your tight, wet walls that seem to beckon him to abuse it even harder. all you can do is dig your fingers into the sheets below you, vision rendered useless as you sob at the pleasure that's building inside you; building and building and so close to overflowing. you can tell lucifer is just as close as you are; his grip as broken skin, you can feel a slow, warm liquid make its way down your body and hear a stampede of curses leave lucifers mouth not too long after.
"fuck-fuck! you're just so perfect for me, so tight so fucking-" he hits a particularly good spot inside you, your cunt tightening in response leaves him speechless and struggling for breathe before he can continue his mindless rambles with utterances of your name; its as if he knew no other words within the moment, nothing else mattered except your very existence. "i belong to no one else, no other human but you so please-" lucifer lets out what sounds to be a sob, his thrusts sounding wetter and more lewd as his cock weeps into you.
you know what he's asking for and you'd be downright demonic to deny him release after bearing his soul to you. you're body is at it's limits, but you push yourself to meet his thrusts the best you can as you force words out of your wrecked throat. "p-please, luci-fuck please, wanna come-" another sob rips through you, you're both so close. "t-together, please- l-lucifer please-"
as if on command, lucifer thrusts once, twice, then still as he fills your hole with his hot seed. you can feel every twitch his cock makes against your walls as it empties itself into you, oozing out and onto the sheets due to just how tight you've become. you let out once last whimper as he cums into you, your walls tightening around him and milking him for all he's got.
you both stay in place as both of your respective highs ride through you. it's only after lucifer's demon form has gone and he has gone fully soft that he slowly comes back to life, gently pulling himself out and laying down next to you as to not put too much on his weight onto you. he allows a hand to wrap around your waist, his fingers making small circles into the uninjured parts of your skin as to now startle you.
"uhm-" it's you who first attempts to speak, hoarse voice shakily attempting to break through the peacefulness that had settled. "sorry. for tying you up like that."
lucifer doesn't say anything, only continuing his circles. despite all the confidence you had prior, you couldn't deny that a lot of it came from what was probably lucifers sheer need that happened to be forced onto you. it's hard to say anything else, especially since you weren't exactly sure where either of your stood at this point; all you could do was wait for lucifer to make the next move.
nothing happens for what feels like ages; long enough to where the bruises and cuts on your hips to start aching and the mess of your own juices that have mingled with lucifers start to feel gross. deciding it's best to just bite the bullet, you start to get up but are stopped by lucifers fingers making contact with some of the cuts due to your movement. the hiss of pain you let out seems to bring the demon out of his thoughts.
"stay there, don't move." with that, he removes himself from the bed and disappears into what you assume is the bathroom. a sigh coming from your lips is all that is heard in the room; his domineering tone is back and you can only assume that means you won't be having any sort of conversation with him about your or his feelings.
by the time lucifer comes back you were already sitting at the edge of the bed, attempting to get your jelly-like legs to work properly so you could clean yourself up. the small 'tch' that comes from him causes you to give him a playful glare. "what? i feel gross."
"that's why i told you to not move. lay back down." you want to argue with him but are stopped when you see a wet towel, some ointment and bandages in his hands. with a small huff, you lie back down onto a relatively clean part of the bed; you noticed he had freshened himself up after peering down to see him in boxers.
it's silent as lucifer cleans up the blood from your skin and gently applies cream before covering it with bandages. you try your hardest to insist that you can clean up the mess between your legs yourself but the look he gives you causes you to lose the fight pretty easily. it's awkward but you can't help but feel a little touched at how attentive he was being with you.
lucifer finally speaks after he's thrown the cloth along with any clothing on the floor into a hamper. "it was partially my fault that you were affected by the pact in such a way. i hold no ill feelings towards you or your actions today."
you have to replay his words in your head a couple of times before you find yourself feeling a little hopeful. "so then what sort of feelings /do/ you have?" you let the question hang in the air, staring at lucifer across the room from the comfort of his bed. "i'll be honest, i'm not really how i feel but-" you take a deep breath, choosing your words carefully. "i know that everything i said today was from the heart. it wasn't just the pact speaking."
lucifer goes quite again, his heavy footsteps growing closer and closer before it stops just right beside you. his fingers find their way to your hair, moving your bangs up and away from your face. he has a soft, small smile on his face, one that makes your chest feel light and your brain feel hazy. and then you see it as he speaks-
"i see. then until you can give your feelings a name, i'll just have to wait for you to come seek me out. you've already done it once, afterall."
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ao3 *** about me
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defectivevillain · 10 months
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always the fool
pairing: Mammon/Reader
reader’s pronouns are unspecified but masc-intended. 
summary: “Come dance with me,” Lucifer demands. Admittedly, you forgot he was standing with the three of you. Once you process his statement, you feel rather wary. There’s a prideful expression on Lucifer’s face—as always—that suggests he expects you to accept his offer. You let your gaze flit to Mammon, only to find that his expression is pinched with annoyance. The Avatar of Greed averts his eyes after noticing you staring.
Mammon has never been anyone’s first choice, for anything.
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[ao3 version]
Diavolo is hosting some sort of dance at his residence. The brothers all seem excited about it. You, on the other hand, are a bit apprehensive. You’re looking forward to seeing some of the students outside class—like Simeon, Luke, and Solomon. However, you’re a bit nervous at the thought of a formal event. You initially expected it to be a casual event, but after seeing Asmodeus and Lucifer’s outfits, you realized that you had misinterpreted everything. Thankfully, Diavolo had already foreseen your difficulties with clothing. When you returned to your room after school—a mere few hours before the dance was set to occur—you found a parcel of fancy clothing. Unsurprisingly, the clothing fit perfectly. You were a bit worried about ruining the expensive fabric, but you pushed the thought aside.
Those occurrences led you to where you are right now: standing in front of Diavolo’s ginormous castle. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous; the castle looms over you and you’re in the company of the demon brothers. They all look unimpressed by the manor—they’ve probably seen it several times by now. You only feel more out of depth as you step into the entrance hall behind them. You decide to linger in the back of the group and soon find yourself standing between Levi and Mammon. Levi is murmuring excitedly about having seen a glimpse of Henry 1.0—whatever that means—and Mammon is talking your ear off about the witches he’s been struggling with. You don’t realize that you’ve been rudely ignoring Diavolo until he’s standing before you, arms stretched wide in a gesture meant to show off the space. You decide to humor him and applaud dramatically, which warrants a grin from him in response.
After a quick conversation about school, Diavolo moves on to greet the other guests and you’re left with the demon brothers. Everyone seems to have their own intentions for the evening. Asmodeus is checking himself out in the reflection of the windows, and Satan seems content to argue with Solomon more. Beel is evidently still in the dining hall. This leaves Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, and… you. It’s somewhat of an unlikely group. Even when the four of you make your way into the main hall, there’s a strained silence between you. You decide to turn to Mammon and ask something, only to pause after seeing the troubled expression on his face.
“What’s wrong?” You ask, after noticing the demon’s restless fidgeting.
“N-nothing!” Mammon stammers quickly. He averts his eyes. Levi blinks at him, evidently having heard your conversation. You raise your eyebrows at Levi, trying to indicate your confusion. A strange expression comes over Levi’s face as he turns to look at Mammon.
“Are you glitching?” Levi asks, poking Mammon’s cheek. The Avatar of Greed hisses and pushes his brother’s hand away, before crossing his arms over his chest defensively. Meanwhile, Levi is flitting about him with interest. “Mammon? Blink twice if you can hear me-”
“I can hear ya just fine!” Mammon scowls. The Avatar of Envy stares at his elder brother for a moment, before eventually backing off. Levi still looks a little concerned, but he pulls out his D.D.D. and starts playing a game that looks remarkably similar to Candy Crush.
Mammon doesn’t seem comfortable talking anymore, so you decide to survey your surroundings. The hall is rather packed now. There’s a decent mix of demons, angels, and humans. Everyone looks to be having a good time; perhaps tonight won’t be a huge waste of time, after all. There’s a band playing in the back of the room and the music fades for a moment. Before you can wonder if there was a technical issue, the first few notes of a slow song can be heard over the people around you. You watch in amusement as the partygoers begin pairing up with one another. Levi rolls his eyes and tilts his head down further to look at his phone. Asmodeus can be seen flitting about and talking to people, but never staying for longer than a few minutes. Lucifer, Levi, Mammon, and you are just on the edge of the dance floor. You wouldn’t mind dancing with someone, but you also don’t want to attract attention. The demons here aren’t exactly used to seeing humans, after all. Plus, you don’t have the magical potential that Solomon does, so you’re essentially fresh meat to them. You take a deep breath and inch closer to Mammon. The Avatar of Greed notices your movement and raises an eyebrow.
“Scared, human?” Mammon says, a hint of an amused grin growing on his face. His voice sounds a little shaky, as if he’s still stressed about something. You can’t help but wonder what’s bothering him so much. Mammon averts his eyes—something he’s been doing rather frequently tonight—and continues. “I mean, if you have no one to pair up with, you can dance with m-me…” Before you can respond, there’s a flicker of movement out of the corner of your eye and suddenly, Lucifer is standing next to you.
“Come dance with me,” Lucifer demands. Admittedly, you forgot he was standing with the three of you. Once you process his statement, you feel rather wary. There’s a prideful expression on Lucifer’s face—as always—that suggests he expects you to accept his offer. There is no other conceivable option—at least, in his mind. He’s the Avatar of Pride, after all. You let your gaze flit to Mammon, only to find that his expression is pinched with annoyance. The Avatar of Greed averts his eyes after noticing you staring. It isn’t hard for you to make a decision between the two brothers.
“Actually, I was going to dance with Mammon,” you respond, increasing the distance between Lucifer and you. The Avatar of Pride’s expression is entirely blank as he stares at you; it seems he truly hadn’t expected to be denied. You look at Mammon expectantly, only to find him entirely frozen in shock. Levi looks surprised too, but he’s quick to nudge Mammon and snap him out of his strange trance.
“Really?” Mammon asks, his voice uncertain. It seems as if he can’t fathom the idea that someone would choose him over Lucifer. Your heart breaks a little at the thought. “I mean, of course! Who wouldn’t want to dance with the Great Mammon?!”
“Mammon is freaking out, sent,” Levi murmurs under his breath, his gaze on his phone. Asmodeus reappears out of seemingly nowhere and places an arm on Levi’s shoulder to look at his phone. Beelzebub is long gone—evidently still in the dining hall—and Satan is arguing with Solomon about something in the far corner. Meanwhile, Mammon still looks a little lost, so you decide to take initiative and grab him by the arm to lead him to the dance floor. He follows without complaint. Once you find an empty space, the two of you stare at each other awkwardly. Mammon huffs and puts his hands on your waist. You follow suit and put your hands on his shoulders. The positioning is a little strange at first, but the two of you manage to figure it out. It’s fun to spin around the floor, letting all your worries fade to the back of your mind. Mammon navigates the dance floor with impressive ease. He murmurs something about being required to dance at galas in the Celestial Realm.
“Ya should be grateful, human,” Mammon says a few moments later, breaking the comfortable silence between the two of you. You raise an eyebrow at him, but he doesn’t seem to notice. He’s once again avoiding eye contact.
“Right, because I’m dancing with the Great Mammon,” you decide to say with a fond eye roll. You’re unable to keep the smile from your face as he spins you gracefully. The two of you fall back into position and you realize that you’re standing considerably closer together than when you first started.
“No,” Mammon frowns, his grip momentarily tightening. His eyes meet yours in the dim lighting and you choke on a breath at the golden gaze you’re met with. “Cause this isn’t just for show.”
“What?” You ask in confusion. Your heart is racing and you think you understand the implications of his statement, but you want to be certain. You inhale slowly, trying to prevent yourself from getting your hopes up. He could’ve meant something else-
“I like ya a lot,” Mammon states, effectively breaking you from your spiraling thoughts. Everything fades to the background when he utters those words. The pairs spinning around you, the elegant music—it all pales in comparison to Mammon’s bright eyed, attentive gaze.
“I like you a lot, too,” you reply. Mammon doesn’t seem to expect that response, because he freezes and stares at you with wide eyes. Your heart is still racing in your chest. Adrenaline is coursing through you. “What?” You choke out.
“Yer not joking?” Mammon sounds uncharacteristically cautious and wary.
“Why would I joke about that?” You study the expression on his face. Has someone joked about their feelings for him before? That’s cruel. You take a deep breath. “Mammon… Of course I like you. You were the first one who tried to actually get to know me. You’re my first man.”
“Damn right I am,” Mammon smirks, puffing up his chest pridefully. His sudden confidence is still hiding a layer of hesitance, you notice. What’s holding him back? You decide to remain silent and wait for him to continue speaking. Your patience pays off, because Mammon takes a deep breath and meets your eyes. “I mean- I like ya… more than a friend should.”
“I know,” you say, squinting at him. Mammon seems to visibly deflate at that. His hands nearly slip from your waist and his shoulders droop. You bite your lip and try to find the right words to say, but he beats you to it.
“I mean, ya don’t have to do anything about it,” Mammon remarks loftily. You sense that he’s hiding his true feelings, if the strained look on his face is anything to go by. You’re still searching for the right words, but you just can’t find them. “Just know, uh, nothing has to change between us, ya know? I’ll still be yer first man, but-” You give up on trying to figure out what to say and instead grab him by the collar to kiss him. Mammon falls silent and for a horrible moment, you think you’ve made a mistake. Just as you’re about to pull away, his hands move to caress your cheeks and he pulls you impossibly closer.
Before things get too far, a blinding flash and the telltale sound of a camera clicking have you reeling backwards. You blink the stars out of your eyes and glare at the person standing next to Mammon and you. Mammon follows your gaze and his expression visibly sours. Asmodeus is standing right there, a devilish grin on his face as he holds up his phone. Mammon and you exchange worried glances.
Before you can beg Asmodeus to delete the photos he just took, the Avatar of Lust is running away with a delighted cackle. You stare after him in complete disbelief. Mammon curses and grabs your hand, tugging you after him. You lurch forward but manage to right your balance to avoid falling over. Mammon sends you a mischievous grin over his shoulder before pulling you after him. Together, the two of you run to catch up to Asmodeus. Throughout the whole ordeal, you’re unable to get rid of the smile on your face or the warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest.
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doodlboy · 1 year
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Wishing all a very happy trans divinity moment
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punkeropercyjackson · 3 months
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I've made post about how Miles and Hobie are Aang and Katara but literally nobody's pointed this out too so here it is
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romeavethinker · 2 months
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when i think about my headcanons for shadow knights, in my mind it's a lot of fun to emphasize the undead part of them, as well as how torturous the maturation process of a newly birthed shadow knight to a fully-realized one could be. the call is an idea i like to ruminate on as well.
laurance talks early on about how being a shadow knight effects his thinking. he hesitates less, and is more inclined to selfish, spiteful thought patterns. i like to think of this being the ebbing tide of the call carefully drawing in and out of the consciousness in increasingly powerful waves. it grows from tiny whispers in the back of a shadow knight's mind into a violent cacophany that boils beneath the skin with terrifying urgency to be let free the longer the knight rejects it.
as for the physical state of being a shadow knight, this is where the emphasis on the necrotic aspects i was talking about comes in. i take a lot of inspiration for my shadow knight headcanons from the novel "hell followed with us" by andrew joseph white. in that book the main character, benji, has been forcibly infected with a disease (referred to as "seraph", the book covers a lot of christian religious themes) that is slowly, over the course of weeks, turning him into a monster. it's essentially like his body is rotting into becoming something new, and the visceral, monstrous imagery and the way his slow evolution from boy to beast is described is very similar to how i picture becoming a shadow knight feels/looks.
here's some relevant excerpts from my copy of the novel for those who haven't read it. the highlighted lines are the parts most accurate to my headcanons of shadow knights (content warning for descriptions of gore):
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i kind of like the idea of shadow knights (like laurance) that didn't complete their transformation ritual and/or reject the call and stay in the overworld being punished by their own body with a slower, more agonizing transformation than if they simply accepted their new undeath and killed who they're supposed to in order to reach their full potential.
however it happens though, it's never pretty. a shadow knight's "true" form (when they activate their powers) reeks of sulfur and death, when they grow in size it sounds just as sickening as it looks, spasming limbs and ripping flesh with the deafening noise of crunching bone and tearing ligaments. smoke and something like ichor both pour from their nose and mouth. if irene is light, life, clear water, and cool, solid quartz and marble and gemstones then a servant of shad would, of course, embody the opposite. i suppose by that description you could also draw a comparison between shad/shadow knights and the desolation/the lightless flame from the magnus archives, if anybody is familiar with that show as well.
anyways im rambling, i just needed to word vomit all these ideas since i wanna talk more about my headcanons on here rather than just character analysis posts lmao
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scholar-of-yemdresh · 3 months
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The TERF brigade in the BES fandom makes my skin itch. God forbid you interpret Mizu as transmasc. Like having a different interpretation of the character is somehow taking anything away from cis women. Musty asses already castigated any HCing Mulan as transmasc are you not tired of harassing asian transmascs by now???
It's called The Crimson Empire trilogy by Alex Marshall. It's a batshit heavy metal dark fantasy trilogy with pretty much every queer imaginable. Also If you can handle the gore/violence of BES then this shouldn't be an issue. The Main character(there are a lot of important characters) is a scarred up brawny bi woman who's in her late 50s/early 60s.
Anyway instead of getting cis "people" in your mentions crying about the "evil [white*] transes taking away wombmyn stories". Protect your peace and stan a book series that's got a transmasc asian(fantasy Korean not Japanese) swordsman as one of the main characters, his name is Keun-ju and he's so pookie ☺.
Oh and all those ot3 Mizu/Akemi/Taigen shippers I see you...so Keun-ju is bi and gets into a throuple with a feisty(Low key a dumbass tbh 💀) princess(who's his childhood friend and he's her bodyguard because I know yall eat up that shi) AND a cis guy who he starts out with a pseudo antagonistic/rivalry relationship.
Caveat unlike BES these three do start off the series as teens (16-17/18) but by the end they're all firmly adults.
*Totally ignoring the trans POC specifically the East asian trans people because "transness is a taint forced by white people" or some other bullshit. And it make it easier for the TERFs to pretend they're fighting the "oppressor" if they act like trans poc calling them out on their shit don't exist.
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sunny-arts-blog · 1 year
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my mc for our life now and forever! he's nonbinary and goes by he/they
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thistlearts · 2 months
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Another book cover art I did for a wonderful story
It has a transmasc protagonist btw!
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rubixcubi · 2 months
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WIP: designing my Arcana mc! (This is the third fucking attempt)
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l3viat8an · 9 months
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transmasc satan getting hornier than usual while one hrt, him being unable to get himself off n getting angry at himself cause hes unable to do something as simple as getting off
satan eventually going to the only other person who he knows experienced this when they went on hormones, his fellow transmasc mc
him begging asking them to help him get off, to help him cum at least once, hoping that theyll pity him at least a lil bit n give him at least some relief from the horny hell he put himself in
they agree, sitting satan on their bed as they tease him, making him moan n whine, slowly, they spread his legs apart as they slip their head in between them, kissing n nipping at them
it wasnt until satan bucked their hips against their cheek that they finally chuckled n relented, putting their mouth on satan’s cunt n greedily lapping at his juices n clit as satan bucked his hips against their mouth
it didnt take long for satan to cum, already tense n on edge for who knows how long before he came to mc, so it wasnt a surprise to either of them when satan came w a loud moan of mc’s name
tho, mc didnt bother to stop afterwards, continuing to eat the demon out as satan whined n moaned from overstimulation, claiming that theyre making up all the times satan couldnt get himself off
~ t4t anon
Nsfw content MDNI
Oh fuck the end dhkshsj-
After letting Satan cum once MC just keeps going until Satan is an over stimulated, whiny mess~
All the rage and frustration of not being able to cum on his own just melted away by MC’s tongue and fingers in his cunt and playing with his clit until Satan can’t form coherent sentences <3
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spicedbunny · 26 days
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Transmac tiddy moment baybeeeeeee
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noahsteensonfilms · 5 months
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To all those people wondering. I will never reveal Patrick's deadname. I have never even thought about what it would be, because it's irrelevant. Patrick is Patrick and always will be.
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stardropsandrain · 1 year
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Do you got anymore obey me with trans reader/mc hc or anything like that? Really liked that Lucifer one a lot and would love to see other characters.
Beelzebub HC w/ trans masc MC
TW!!; Mentions of dysphoria, l-bomb, overbinding, period
Warning; Pre surgery and pre t
Please do enjoy
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I have to start with dysphoria because this demon is pro at doing everything to try and make you feel better
Brings you your favourite food and lets you steal any shirts, hoodies, etc you want, as long as he gets to steal one of yours back.
Calls you pretty/handsome/lovely etc and gives you all the adoration and love he can
"You're so lovely," A kiss on the nose "I love you."
There's no way you'd be able to over bind with this demon around. You'll get home and he'll immediately coax you out of it
"I'll give you a cookie if you take it off," He'll offer, taking a bite of his offering right after. But how can you deny that face. He'll help you get comfortable and make some snacks
Having a really bad dysphoria day? He's at your beck and call. Anything you need he's there
You've been in your bed all day, ugly intrusive thoughts and lack of motivation keeping you there "Bee can you grab me a water pl-" he's already gone and comes back with two water bottles and a glass of ice all he wants in return is maybe a kiss but he's happy to do it for free
"Bee, can I have a hug?" Oh my gods this man would SMOTHER you "Of course!" And now your trapped in the most bone crushing, heart filling hug ever. What dysphoria? All that's on your mind is this amazing demon (that's a joke I know how bad dysphoria is)
He'll tell anything you want to hear as well. "You're amazing, I love you so much. I know how hard this is but if anyone can make it, you can handsome." Literally has you melting into a puddle of goo in bed
He also has food relating nicknames and pet names. "Hey cupcake," He'll mumbled into your chest, if you allow him to rest there, if not, your stomach while cuddling "I like your cologne."
You call him Bee, Beez, Beebs, Zebby and the normal assortment of love, honey and dear. And a few food themed ones too, but usually they joke names
"Hey frosted flakes," You'll greet Beelzebub as he enters the kitchen. He'll pout and huff "Cupcake that name is stupid..."
He loves cuddles, he loves nuzzling into your stomach if you don't like him on you chest, which he understands completely
If you're on your period he has a burger themed heated bead pillow for your stomach, craving foods at the ready, and lots of affirmations and kisses
Now he definitely struggles, but he does leave you alone if you ask "Beez, I need some alone time." "oh..., okay," He'll be sad, but perk up to not make you feel bad "That's okay! Take as long as you need!" And be on his way. But he'll sulk around when his brother see him "Whats wrong with him," Satan asked Belphegor while Beelzebub sat over a tub of ice cream with a frown "His 'cupcake' asked for some alone time and he's sad."
When you have had enough cool down, or just alone, time and he comes back he immediately "I love you, that was agony," He'll wine and kiss all over your face "are you feeling better?" You'll laugh and kiss his forehead before nodding "Thank you for being understanding Beez."
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A/N; I literally love Bee writing for him is so easy he's such a sweetheart. I love doing requests too, so thank you so much anon for requesting!!
Good riddance and stay safe 🖤🖤🖤
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bonesif · 2 years
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A bad dog. That's all you'll ever be to them— the collar and muzzle bite into your skin. Trapped, trapped, trapped, trapped...
You were never given a choice.
Enter commander Atlas Akrosa, the white wolf.
[ from @exilethegame ]
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punkeropercyjackson · 1 month
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Boutta check in my brutal honesty autism card and say that Hobie's big ass crush on Gwen was NOT subtle at all,he was being so classic 'cocky flirty punk dude' with her and gave her his sweater to borrow which is like the biggest unspoken 'i wanna be your boyfriend' move in the book,and neither was the (probably) accidental subtext of him liking Miles too that follows 'edgy and hardcore boy who's actually a huge softie has a thing for the cutesy and innocent ray of sunshine and is more protective and complimentary towards them than he is anyone else to show it' to a fuckin' T4T and the only reason people don't read it as either is that he's super handsome so they decided that meant he's a grown man instead of the cute lil black boy he is
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jamsoap · 2 years
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spoke maybs?
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i love this cleansing freak !
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