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devildom-moss · 10 months

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Hello, could you write a scenario for Diavolo and a chubby f!mc who's really shy and self conscious, in which he helps her be more confident, specially in bed. Thank you and have a good day/night!

Thank you for the request. I'm sorry this took way longer than I hoped. But, it is relatively long. I got too into the plot, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. I tried.

Diavolo giving chubby f!mc a confidence boost

(Diavolo x f!MC)

(NSFW) (NSFW tags: slightly sub!Diavolo, afab!MC, begging, praise, oral - receiving, multiple orgasm, face riding, overstimulation, mild foodplay why do I keep doing this to him??) (other stuff: plot heavy!, "my love" used on MC, negative body image and low self-esteem, food guilt mentions)

Word Count: +4,300

Diavolo had brought you to another fancy party. One of the nobles from out of town had invited him to a massive resort; they also provided a hotel room for each guest and their plus one – should they decide to bring someone. Diavolo was determined to whisk you away and ensure that you enjoyed your time with him. He even bought you an outfit prior to your trip. It was gorgeous (perhaps because Barbatos and Asmo had assisted him with procuring an outfit complete with accessories). Although the outfit was primarily black, there were hints of your current favorite (chromatic) color in some of the details. Diavolo had put so much thought into this.

So, you were disappointed in yourself when you changed and stared, dejected, into the mirror. Everything fit perfectly, but when you looked at yourself, it felt like maybe you didn’t fit them properly. It was too late to get another outfit, so you would have to stomach (poor wording – you didn’t really want to think about your stomach) walking into the party while feeling like this.

You let out a shaky breath and firmly placed a (figurative) mask on – this, too, fit you perfectly. So much so that Diavolo beamed cluelessly at you when you stepped out of the hotel room.

“You are stunning.” Diavolo grinned and pulled you against him by your hips. His hands were wandering lower than they should have in that hotel hallway, but Barbatos wasn’t there, and you indulged his eager hands while no one was around to see you two. It gave you a moment to stare at him in all his glory. He was so handsome, and his suit accentuated his broad chest and shoulders. You couldn’t admit it to his face, but the thought of getting him out of that suit slipped into your mind and eased some of the anxiety you were feeling.

When Diavolo finally let you out of his grasp, you told him, “You look even more stunning.”

“Impossible!” Diavolo protested. Still, he was happy you liked how he looked. He locked the door behind you and carried his grin all the way downstairs to the venue.

You noticed that Diavolo was turning heads with his presence – which wasn’t surprising. How sad and insignificant you must seem standing next to him. Eventually, he found the host of the party and greeted them. A small circle of nobles – the kind whose centuries of age came out in their mannerisms and ideology – who practically screamed “bitter old man” – surrounded you both.

One of them, who was particularly distasteful already, added to his poor first impression when he whistled at one of the incubus girls at the party. He leaned into Diavolo and said, “What a body on that one. She’s almost as sexy as Maddi. Speaking of Maddi, wasn’t she chasing after you for decades? You get attention from the most gorgeous witches and demons. What’s your secret?”

He had neglected to add humans into the category of gorgeous people Diavolo attracted. Even coming from a disgusting worm of a demon like this guy, it kind of hurt.

“I don’t know if I would say all that, but I definitely attracted a beautiful lover.” Diavolo smiled at you and held your gaze. “I don’t know how I’m this lucky.”

“Certainly.” The worm-demon waved off Diavolo’s affection for you with a single word spewed from his easy-to-mistake-for-the-ass-end-of-the-body mouth. Quite frankly, Diavolo couldn’t stand the guy, either, so he was eager to get you away from there.

Diavolo pulled you deeper into the party. You had only made it into what could be considered the foyer before you had stopped. The main course was in the following room. Well, actually, this party had skipped the main course and gone straight to dessert.

A sweet smell hit your nose seconds before you walked into the room. It wasn’t a cohesive sweetness, but a mixture of them colliding chaotically. Massive tables were lined with a variety of cakes in slices and small shapes – some more ornate than others. The waiters were wandering the room and tables, offering numerous, gorgeous-looking drinks. Beelzebub would love this – although he would ultimately ruin the party with his bottomless appetite. Asmo would be Devilgramming everything. Luke, Simeon, and Barbatos would probably enjoy this, too – although this was hardly a good environment for Luke. Still, this wasn’t what you were expecting.

“What kind of party is this?” you asked Diavolo.

“One of the executives for Madam Scream’s is celebrating a prosperous first half of the fiscal year. They’re showcasing some of the most popular flavors this year. They’re even offering a first look at next season’s new and limited-edition cake options. It was no easy feat to acquire some of the seasonal ingredients in preparation for tonight’s events. I’ve been looking forward to it for weeks, but I wanted to surprise you.”

You could tell from the outpour of information that Diavolo was excited about this. After all, Madam Scream’s success owed a good deal to Diavolo’s hard work to improve the Devildom (and also Beel’s stomach). It was impossible not to stare at him affectionately as he spoke.

“I was told by the host that they’ll be offering indignation cinnamon pudding cake. Apparently, you have pudding cake in the human world. It’s pudding and a cake in one dessert. Isn’t that delightful? We have to try some.”

You nodded. He looked so happy that you couldn’t focus on anything else – not even how you looked.

Diavolo led you to a secluded table off to the corner and encouraged you to sit while he went on a mission to retrieve the cake. Luckily, the awkwardness of sitting alone in a corner in an outfit you weren’t entirely comfortable in was interrupted by a familiar, grating chuckle.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite human.”

“Mephisto – my favorite,” you paused and stood to your feet, “I didn’t think this through.”

Mephisto took your hand and placed a kiss on your knuckles playfully. “I suppose you can’t call me your favorite demon while you’re dating the magnificent Lord Diavolo himself.”

“I don’t think you’d let me say that even as a joke,” you teased. Mephisto was one of those people who – once you got to know him – found a way to distract you from whatever you were worrying about. Perhaps because he wasn’t one to sit in silence for long. He always had some conversation starter tucked away in his back pocket.

“I’m a journalist. I can’t just let you lie to my face without fact-checking you.”

“So professional.” You rolled your eyes and pulled out a chair for him, leaving one empty seat for Diavolo between the two of you.

Diavolo returned, and his arms were loaded with different cakes. Mephisto’s eyes widened. “You’re going all in today, my Lord.”

“Absolutely. I’m not passing up an opportunity to try a bunch of cake with my gorgeous lover.” Diavolo placed the cakes on the table with a surprising lack of trouble before he placed a kiss on your cheek. “Have you tried any of the cake yet, Mephisto?”

“Yes, my Lord. The best so far was a Demonus cheesecake. It was coated in a chocolate Demonus glaze – absolutely divine. You could tell they weren’t using the cheap stuff, either.”

“I don’t think I grabbed that one yet. I’ll have to try it, but first,” Diavolo paused to place a forkful of the pudding cake he was so excited about in front of your face, “say ‘ah’ please, my love.”

You complied. Sweetness hit your tongue, and with it, a sharp sting of shame. It was so easy to indulge Diavolo that you were letting him feed you cake in public – right in front of Mephisto, no less. And there was so much cake there. You covered your mouth as you chewed. It felt as if multiple demon nobles were staring at you.

“How is it?” Diavolo asked.

“It’s good,” you answered unenthusiastically.

Diavolo shrugged it off as a personal preference and took a bite for himself. “Good? This is amazing! I must ask Barbatos to try to recreate this back at the castle.”

“Go ahead and eat the rest, then.”

“Are you sure?”

“You looked so happy after that first bite; of course, I’m sure.” Diavolo didn’t hesitate to take another bite. And another.

“MC,” Mephisto chimed in, sliding a light blue cake towards you as Diavolo enjoyed his pudding cake. “Try this one: blue hell rose milk tea tiramisu. I’m sure you’ll love it.”

“No, thank you.” You sensed even more judgmental eyes on you.

Diavolo pulled a glossy apple-shaped cake towards him and cut into it with a fork, revealing layers of spiced cake, caramelized apples, and mousse with vanilla bean specks. He brought the cake up to your lips as he had before. This time, you denied him.

“I’m not a fan of apples,” you lied.

Diavolo looked dejected and put the fork down. He grabbed another piece of cake and used the spare fork to bring this one to your lips. “What about this one? It’s black salted caramel cake topped with rainbow toffee bits. Isn’t that whimsical?”

You could hardly hear him through the feeling of demons staring at you. Something just snapped.

“I don’t want the damn cake!” you raised your voice and shot out of your seat. Mephisto and Diavolo stared at you, shocked and concerned. Embarrassed, you apologized and rushed out of the party and back to your and Diavolo’s shared room.

Diavolo stood up to go after you.

“Are you sure you want to leave, too? Maybe you should give her a chance to calm down before you intrude,” Mephisto offered his unsolicited advice.

“I have to go.”

“You don’t have to.”

“No, I have to. She didn’t get the key from me.” Diavolo held out the room key for Mephisto to see and walked away. Before he left the venue, he quickly grabbed a slice of the cheesecake Mephisto had recommended. He spoke to himself: “I’m just going to bring this with me.”

Besides, he was the prince of the Devildom. Even if he wasn’t supposed to take the cake upstairs, who was going to stop him?

Diavolo found you sitting in front of the room with your head buried in your arms. He kneeled down next to you.

“Hey, my love,” he called out before he placed a firm hand on your shoulder, so worried that he’d frighten you if he just touched you without you knowing he was there.

“Can you please just open the door?” you asked without lifting your head. This was so embarrassing.

He unlocked the door, but you didn’t move. You didn’t want to look at him; you must seem so ridiculous. You imagined the confusion and pity in his eyes as he was staring down at you. Maybe he was regretting even bringing you along. He could have gone with anyone else and enjoyed his time and his cake without you being self-conscious and ruining his night.

“You can go back to the party.” Maybe Diavolo could salvage a bit of his night if he left you to sulk and feel bad about yourself from the comfort of your hotel room.

“I did all the mingling I needed to do. I’d like to stay – if you’ll let me.” When you looked up, Diavolo was offering you his free hand. You took his hand, and that was all he needed.

Once the door was shut, Diavolo sat down on the bed, placing his cheesecake on the coffee table nearby. He pat the spot next to him. “MC, what happened? Do you suddenly hate cake?”

“I didn’t want to eat the cake. I know some of those nobles were looking at me. If I ate the cake, they were going to think, ‘oh of course. That’s how she got like that. No wonder she doesn’t have a nice body like that incubus or like Maddi.’ It’s humiliating. And this outfit doesn’t help. I feel so exposed.”

Diavolo’s heart broke. You could see it in his eyes. His face was stern as he told you, “Your body is divine.”

“You have to think that. You already like me.”

“Does my opinion not matter?” He sounded so hurt.

“It does, but it’s not enough to feel confident when I step into a room. And it’s not enough to change my opinion.”

“You know, most demons won’t compliment you because no one would dare admit how gorgeous you are in front of me. Believe me, I’m not the only one who lusts after your body.”

Diavolo kissed your hand – his eyes burning. He kissed up your arm. “Mephisto relayed some of their comments in the past – he actually recorded them because he was too ashamed to repeat them. Would you like to know what they’ve said?”

Diavolo’s hot breath hit your neck, and you shivered. You didn’t believe that any random demon – especially not the types Mephisto typically associated with – would look at you like that. Part of you was curious, but Diavolo refused to wait for your curiosity to get the better of you. He straddled your lap, and leaned over you so he could whisper in your ear.

“‘I would let her crush me with those thighs just to get between them for a minute.’” Diavolo repeated the words of another demon so seductively. He continued with a mischievous smirk, “‘she could try to asphyxiate me with my tail, and I’d still try to smash.’ Even more depraved: ‘I would let her break off my horns and fuck me with them just to eat her out.’”

You shook your head. “Perverts.”

“They are demons after all.” Diavolo pulled back and stared down at you. “I know it won’t fix everything, but let me show you how beautiful you are to me.”

“I don’t know. I have a lot I need to work on before I feel confident.”

“Please?” Diavolo begged. “Please. I want you so bad that I’m having trouble controlling myself.”

The realization hit. The dirty thoughts he had just repeated weren’t unlike the thoughts running through his own head. He started kissing your neck. With a low growl, his hot breath grazed your skin before he slowly sank to his knees and stared up at you, eyes pleading.

“Please, let me make you feel good.” The need in Diavolo’s eyes made the breath catch in your throat. You wanted him almost as much as he craved you – and the firm rubbing of his hands up and down your thighs wasn’t making you any less desperate for him.

“Can we dim the lights at least?” He could at least do you the favor of giving you something to hide behind.

“Please don’t make me. I want to see every inch of you clearly while I do this.” The affection in his voice was thick and heavy. You couldn’t deny him, even if you were nervous. Diavolo kissed up your clothed thighs. Even through the fabric, you could feel the warmth of his breath. Both of his hands squeezed the tops of your thighs. “Can I? Please?”

“Yes,” you agreed, swallowing any hesitation for him.

Diavolo rose and made quick work of stripping you down to your underwear (which had, fortunately for him, been picked out by Asmo). You looked so sexy. Diavolo took a minute to admire you. It made you feel anxious – as if he was appraising you. However, considering how much the sight of you turned him on, this was less appraisal and more awe. A content sigh left his lips before he leaned in, his body pressed against your chest. He quickly unhooked your bra, sliding one strap off your shoulder with his hand and pulling the other one down with his teeth.

Your shyness resurfaced, and you held the bra to your body, creating a larger space between you and Diavolo. He pouted and gently touched your forearm.

“Please don’t hide. I want to see all of your body.”

“Even if they aren’t –”

Diavolo didn’t even let you finish your sentence before his hands were on either side of your face and his lips were on yours. Despite his desperation, Diavolo made an effort to make the kiss gentle and slow. When he pulled away, you were so pacified that he got in the next words. “My love, they’re tits – your tits. I’m going to love them regardless. So, please show me.”

You hesitated, and Diavolo sighed. He removed his jacket and tie, tossing them on the floor, before he started to unbutton his shirt. “I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours.”

“That’s hardly fair.” You held the fabric closer to your body. Diavolo was gorgeous and built.

“That’s true. You’re so much sexier when you’re shirtless than I am, but if showing you my body distracts you enough to let me see all of you, then I’m happy to feel like your eye candy for a bit. Besides, if you let me continue, I should probably be shirtless anyway. I want to make a mess of you.”

Maybe seeing how muscular Diavolo was didn’t help your self-esteem right now, but between his eagerness and that sexy offer, your horniness was winning. You put your arms down. Diavolo grinned.

“Thank you.” Diavolo repeated his gratitude between kisses down your sternum. He removed the bra completely and tossed it aside. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

Diavolo nuzzled against you briefly before his tongue found one of your nipples. He swirled his tongue around you and sucked gently, savoring every reaction. You were so pretty like this that he could hardly wait to skip to dessert. The shiver up your spine felt contradictory to the heat of his mouth on you. Your hands snaked into his hair, scratching his scalp gently and earning a sweet moan against your skin. Diavolo swirled his tongue around you gently once more before he slowly pulled away. Teasingly, he blew on your saliva coated nipple. The gasp he pulled out of you was intoxicating.

He continued to kiss down your body as he slid back on his knees. As his hands busied themselves by massaging your thighs, Diavolo gently bit some of the fat on your stomach.

“Don’t,” you whined. The pleasure he was giving you still fought with your insecurity. “It’s embarrassing.”

Diavolo stared up at you in confusion, “why?”

“I have rolls, and you biting them only makes me more aware of them.”

“Most people have rolls. I have rolls, too. See, when I lean into you,” Diavolo made a point to get so close between your legs that his lips were practically touching the fabric of your panties as he spoke, “I have them too.”

You could only see them slightly from that angle – not to mention how hard it was to even think straight with his hot breath so close to you.

“I love your body – so much. Can’t you let your adoring boyfriend kiss and bite your stomach a little bit? It’s so cute and soft.” Those sad, pleading eyes had returned.

Damn this man. He could get away with anything. You nodded, and with a smile, Diavolo placed a kiss on your stomach. He then lowered himself back between your legs. As much as he wanted to dig in, he couldn’t resist marking up those thick thighs he adored so much. Occasionally, as he had done before, when Diavolo pulled away from your skin, he would blow on the residual saliva.

With your thighs marked to both of your satisfaction, Diavolo wanted to give you what he knew you were craving. He noticed the wet spot forming on the fabric. Although he wouldn’t admit it to avoid embarrassing you further, Diavolo could even smell your arousal – and it only made him want you more. He looked up at you with those puppy-dog eyes again and begged, “can I, please?”

You nodded, but that wasn’t enough for him.

“Tell me what you want from me. You can even be a little bossy about it.” Diavolo smiled shyly. He was so cute, you wanted to indulge him as much as you wanted him to indulge you.

“Eat me out, Diavolo,” you demanded, snaking your hand into his hair and gently tugging his head back so he was staring up at you. A small surge of power and confidence jolted through you.

Diavolo grinned and sighed contentedly. “You are so fucking hot.”

Diavolo used his teeth to drag your panties down to your knees before pulling them off with his hands. You could feel the urgency as they slid down your calves. Diavolo licked his lips – the only sign of admiration his desperate lust would afford him.

Wet noises filled the room as he alternated between gently licking your clit and lapping up your juices – occasionally twisting his tongue into you. He felt so good that you couldn’t resist grinding into him, which only made him chuckle – sending vibrations against you. He loved knowing that he was making you feel good. Diavolo flicked his tongue over you. Panting, eyes squeezed tight, and nearing your climax, your hands found Diavolo’s hair. You pulled him closer.

“You taste so good. Cum on my tongue, please,” Diavolo begged while licking you. “Use me.”

The waves of pleasure overcame you, and the way Diavolo’s eyes darted up to stare at you – clouded with lust and affection – pushed you over the edge. You fell back against the bed, biting your lip to muffle your moaning.

You expected Diavolo to stop, but he kept going with the same eagerness as before. It wasn’t long before you were writhing. Your back arched off the bed slightly as that attentive tongue of his pushed you into your second orgasm. This time, you couldn’t stifle your moans. Still, Diavolo didn’t stop. You whimpered and pulled on his hair – less gently this time.

“Wait,” you demanded. “It’s too much.”

A low growl emitted from Diavolo’s lips as he reluctantly pulled away. He could have stayed between your legs for hours. His disappointment was short-lived as he remembered something.

“Can you indulge me a bit more?” Diavolo rested his cheek against your thigh and stared up at you. “Pretty please?”

“How so?” You narrowed your eyes.

Diavolo stood up and grabbed the cake. Confused, you watched him lay down in bed on his back and set the plate of cake on his stomach. You weren’t getting it, and when you didn’t move from your spot at the edge of the bed, Diavolo sat up slightly on his elbows, still balancing the cake on his abdomen. He looked at you coyly before admitting, “I want you to sit on my face. Let me eat you out while you eat this cake, please?”

You were worried and hesitant, but he begged so well. No one else could make the prince of the Devildom beg like you.

“Mephisto said it was divine. Just enjoy your dessert while I enjoy mine.”

You really couldn’t deny him. And you weren’t as sensitive as you were a minute ago.

You got up and positioned yourself over Diavolo, nervously. He thanked you and pulled you closer by the thighs, bringing his lips right up to your pussy.

“I want to make you feel good, so don’t you dare hover.” For once, Diavolo was making demands of his own instead of begging you. But with how good his mouth felt, you couldn’t fault him for being pushy.

Somehow, the fork had stayed on the plate with the cake even with Diavolo’s movements. You took a small bite, savoring the taste. This time, when the sweetness hit your tongue, there was no guilt or shame to accompany it. It was all pleasure. Mephisto was right; the cake was delicious. But if he wanted divine, he should try it while getting eaten out. You rolled your hips against Diavolo’s face, and you could feel him smile against you. Gently, Diavolo drew a heart on the side of your thigh, his nail dragging slowly along your skin.

He was being so good to you that you wanted to reward him somehow. You swiped two fingers along the top of the cheesecake, coating your hands in the silky chocolate Demonus glaze. You drew a heart on Diavolo’s abs and leaned over to lick it off him, earning a deep moan that shook you to your core.

You managed another two bites before Diavolo pushed you over the edge again. Your legs were trembling, and you could hardly sit up anymore. Yet again, Diavolo didn’t stop. You were starting to feel overstimulated again.

“Diavolo,” you cautioned him breathlessly.

“Please, just one more?” Diavolo’s sweet pleas reverberated against you.

It felt too good. You couldn’t even lift the fork to your lips to try to eat, so you pushed the cake aside on the bed. As he inched you closer and closer, all you could do was lean over with your chest flush against him. You were so close to the massive bulge in his pants. Maybe you couldn’t even sit up, but you could reward some of Diavolo’s hard work. You rubbed his crotch, feeling how hard he was just from eating you out. His grip on your thighs tightened enthusiastically.

Your moaning hit a fever pitch as Diavolo made you cum once more. With any luck, your neighbors were still down at the party. Left a panting, twitching mess, you barely had the energy to move. While you tried to regain some strength, Diavolo gently licked you clean – sending aftershocks of pleasure up your already spent body. By the time he finished, you could hardly roll over and collapse on the bed next to him.

Pleased with his work, Diavolo chuckled and crawled over you. He kissed you so you could taste yourself on his lips. The taste of the cake was still in your mouth. When Diavolo pulled back he smiled at you. “Somehow, I still prefer your cake to anything else I’ve eaten all night.”

You were too exhausted to roll your eyes. Diavolo laid next to you and held your hand, rubbing circles over your knuckles.

“You are so beautiful.” He caressed your face.

At least for right now, you believed him.

#anon #ask #requests #f!mc #diavolo #spice tier #fem!mc #obey me #diavolo smut #obey me diavolo #diavolo x reader #diavolo x mc #can anyone tell by now how much I love to cook just by how often I include really specific food in my fic #now to see if I can write all of Mammon's june fic at the last minute #Also sorry to complain in the tags but writing smut is so difficult when bad brain kills any horniness you can harvest for a week

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thatguyfromforest · 7 months

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Mammon looked around.

This is one of the few evenings when the whole family gathered in one room. Lucifer did not write his endless papers, Levi did not watch the next anime marathon, Asmo did not go to a party, Satan did not close himself in the library, Beel did not stay late for training and Belphie did not sleep (well, almost did not sleep).

The topic of conversation was changing every minute, everyone was involved and it seemed that nothing could be better. The TV was hissing softly behind him, a pleasant warmth was coming from the fireplace, causing drowsiness. Mc was here too. She sat opposite him between the twins, stroked Belphie's hair, who had fallen asleep on her lap, carefully passed packs of snacks to Beel and smiled.

Oh, whatever Mammon would do for that smile. Whatever he would do to wake up seeing that smile, fall asleep next to her and so on from day to day.

You're the love of my life.

"Didn't you recently write a diploma for the university?" Lucifer asked, and all attention turned to Mc. She smiled guiltily, as if she had done something wrong and lowered her gaze.

"Exactly! I remember what you said about it" Asmo nodded and moved closer.

"How did it go? What do you think to do with this next?" - Satan closed the book and turned to Mc, waiting for an answer. But for some reason she was silent. She was still smiling and looking at the floor. Mammon felt uncomfortable for some reason.

And most importantly, why does no one but him pay attention to this change of atmosphere? Why is she silent? What's wrong? She didn't pass? Or she's going to...

"Mc" he called. "what do you want to do next? Will you leave us? Will you leave me?"

The room went cold in an instant. He blinked and now it was just him and Mc in the room. There was no fire in the fireplace, no TV, no one nearby. Just the two of them. She still had her hand in her lap, as if Belphie was still lying there.

"This is cruel Mammon" she whispered "It's not even fair"

"What ya talkin' about?"

She looked up at him, still with the same faint smile.

Now this smile did not bring happiness to his soul.

Only cold fear.

"I've been dead for a long time Mammon. I have no future, I left it in this house. There is only the past in which I can't breathe"

Mammon blinked again and now there was no one in the room but him. He jumped to his feet and looked around. Something is missing. Something's wrong. Where did everyone go? Mc?

His trembling legs led him towards her room by themselves. The step turned into a run, and he could no longer notice that her drawings, which she gave to the brothers, were missing from the walls, her little garden was not visible from the window, and there were no cute pink slippers at the entrance.

He opened the door with such a bang that it seemed the whole Devildom heard it. Moonlight illuminated the outlines of the room, covered with a century-old layer of dust. No one has been here for years. But how so, Mc went out of here to hang out with them, he saw for himself.

This is some kind of joke. Another failed prank by Belphie and Satan over Lucifer.

Mammon went into the room, trying not to make unnecessary sounds, as if he could disturb someone. The bed is neatly made, notebooks are stacked on the table, empty flower pots are on the window. It's the same as always, except...

Neatly standing vase on the shelf. In the corner, almost invisible. Mammon didn't remember her.

The realization came only when he opened the lid and looked inside.

Ashes.

****

Mammon inhaled so hard that his chest ached. His eyes were open, but his vision was hazy, he could not even see the ceiling of the bedroom. He almost fell off the bed, but managed to roll over and immediately grabbed his throat. It was as if water had been poured into his lungs, he could not take a single breath.

It is not true. It is not true. It is not true. It is not—

He jumped out of bed and immediately collapsed on the floor. His legs refused to obey him, but Mammon forced himself to stand up. Not seeing where he was running, he just trusted his instincts. A long-learned path.

The house was quiet, as well as behind the door of her room. He opened it, not caring about the silence. He went straight to the bed and only then was able to exhale.

Mc was lying there, wrapped in a huge blanket like a caterpillar. She sniffed softly and made a funny whistling sound with her nose. His legs betrayed him, and Mammon collapsed to the floor, having managed to catch on the edge of the bed. From a thud, Mc stirred, mumbled something and removed her hair from her face.

Mammon grinned nervously and immediately put his hand over his mouth. He didn't care that he could wake her up, just another second and he wouldn't be able to restrain the hysteria that was bursting out of his throat.

"Mammon?..." came a soft whisper from the bed. Mammon shifted his gaze and felt tears flowing down his cheeks. Mc sleepily rubbed her eyes and looked puzzled at the night guest. "Mammon, what happened? Why are you crying—"

He did not let her finish, throwing all his weight on her, wrapping his arms and legs around her body. Mc let out a small squeak of surprise, but immediately quieted down when she felt Mammon's shaking.

"It's okay. I've got you. I'm here."

"Yes," he sobbed "you're here. I beg... Please, always be here... Don't ever leave me..."

****

All the next morning Mammon did not move away from Mc more than two steps, which was not surprising, but he was so quiet that all brothers thought about another curse had been put on him.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #obey me mc #obey me! mammon #om! mammon #obey me angst #obey me hurt/comfort #Obey me f!mc #obey me headcanons #obey me mammon x mc

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sparkbeast20 · 1 year

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Congratulation (Lucifer) you are the father!

Prologue

Note: I'm in such a baby fever mood (For fics that is) and figure making another one of these fic with Lucifer.

Warning: Choking, Mention of sex and Mention of abortion.

Lucifer has this sinking feeling telling to see if you're okay. Then again he always has that feeling, before and after that fateful night.

He knew being that drunk would lead him to taking you for that night, both of you were under the influence. But you both had this desire and you both acted upon it. He heard your words, but he felt wrong hearing when you’re not thinking clearly. So was he.

By the time morning arrived, he couldn’t face the truth that that was all booze and alcohol. So he did what he did. He left that morning and put that night in the past. As if it never happened, he tries to convince himself that what you and he did was just a one night stand and that there are no feelings involved.

Even though he went to believe there were, that all you and he exchanged were truth.

But he lied to himself and told himself that they were all sweet… Nothing.

For the two months he tried to act as if everything was normal, but to a typical routine.

And it seems his assumptions were correct, because these past two months you acted as if you didn’t sleep with him.

He’ll be honest and hope that you did care and did your usual tactic and yell and scream at him that you left, that you want to assure him that night was real, those words and confession were real. He’ll gladly accept his fault by leaving that morning.

But that never came, but he still waited for you to burst into his room, curse at the top of your lungs at him for leaving. He’ll make it up to you. He promised that.

That morning, Mammon told him that you were sick by the way he saw your face when you ran out of the dining room during breakfast.

That news made Lucifer feel a twist in his stomach. He was about to go and check up on you when he got a text from Diavolo asking him to come to RAD early for an urgent task.

Lucifer pauses and hesitates for a good minute before deciding to go to RAD. His idea was that if he finishes his task and asks Diavolo if he can leave early to look after you then he’ll have the rest of the day with you.

As he heads over to RAD he sends you a quick text, telling you that he’ll come to your room and see if you're doing alright. Before putting his phone back and proceeding to the student council room and did his task.

It took him all morning, but he managed to finish everything he needed to do for the day.

He told Diavolo and the prince agreed and asked him to tell him to get well soon.

He quickly walked back to the house of lamentation, then all of sudden he felt his chest and heart tighten, as if his body was telling him to get home quickly.

His walking pace quickly shifts into running and he slams the front door open. “MC!!” He yells your name, and quickly makes his way through the halls and reaches your bedroom. He quickly grabbed and found your door unlocked. He has this sinking feeling as he turns the door knob and opens the door, and his eyes widen when he finds your room empty, bed is a mess and all your school things in your bed like pens and textbooks are litter on the floor. He looks around and spots the bathroom door is open with the light on. He slowly walks over and peeks through and immediately his blood runs cold when he spots three white sticks scattered on the floor, looking closer and knowing why he was feeling anxious all day, he subconsciously starting to smell something.

You were pregnant, and he was the father. The scene on these three white tests as your scene and his mix together as if it's a whole different scene altogether.

He has to know. He has to know where you are.

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All of the brothers took their sweet time getting back to the house after receiving an “Urgent” meeting, well that is what they can understand with how cryptid Lucifer text was.

Mammon, Satan and Belphie convince the others to arrive at the house late out of spite at Lucifer since they heard that he got to go home early that day.

Levi, Asmo and Beel were hesitant. But the other brothers bribe them into this plan.

However they all soon regret their action, when before they reach the driveway of the house. Lucifer stood on top of the roof, when he saw his brothers just arriving all he could see was red. He flew up and landed right in front of his brothers making a creator under his feet. In his demon form he quickly lunged at the brother in front of him which was Levi. He grabs his brother by the throat and hoists him up with his face filled with unbridled rage.

“WHERE HAVE YOU ALL BEEN! WHEN I SAY IT WAS URGENT THAT YOU COME HOME. I. EXPECT. YOU. ALL. TO. COME. HOME.” He was seething as he tightened his grip on Levi's throat, choking his brother. He let off a deep and unsettling growl before he tossed Levi right at his brothers. Beel and Asmo quickly caught him. He coughs and rubs his neck.

“Oi! What’s that big deal!”

“Lucifer…” Belphie doesn’t know why but he gets that feeling that they made a terrible mistake. “Is it about…”

“MC left. And I have no idea where she is!” He clench his fists tight, digging his claws into his palms “I need to find her. It's too dangerous for her and the baby to be out in Devildom.”

All the brothers eyes widened and gasped as soon they heard Lucifer say Baby.

“Lucifer… Don’t tell me…” Satan’s hands started to tremble as he spoke.

“MC is…” Asmo’s face turned pale.

Lucifer looks at his brothers as a tear starts to fall from his eye. “Pregnant”

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Seven months of searching and all dead ends. Lucifer was in a constant state of depression and anger. He didn’t have the strength to hide it. He has bags under his eyes, he seems paler than usual and his hair is disheveled.

All because he can barely sleep, staying up all night with a magic map right in front of him, just staring at it for hours to no end, trying to figure out where you could have disappeared to.

It took all his brothers to force him to go to bed, with Belphie staying in Lucifer’s room to make sure Lucifer sleeps every night. When he didn’t sleep. Belphie has no choice but to use most of his magic just to have a strong spell powerful enough to affect Lucifer.

Seven months since Lucifer or any of the brothers saw you. They miss you, they all do. Especially Lucifer. He regret not staying with that night or had to wait for two fucking months just to realize that he should’ve said something.

He would do anything to know if you are alright and if the child you're carrying is fine.

On what they assume was your ninth month of your pregnancy and your due date. Lucifer and the rest of the brothers are staying at the castle for that month.

Their plan is to use Lucifer’s connection to his child to find you both as soon they are born.

Diavolo was there to help him, with Barbatos’ power by his side. They can lend it to Lucifer to have the power to use the location spell and use Barbatos’ portal to quickly get to that location as soon Lucifer has the link to his child.

As soon as that month started. Every night after dinner Lucifer tried to use the spell, for next two weeks there weren’t any links. But he will try and try until he gets a connection to his infant.

Though, it didn’t escape their mind of a chance that you might not want the baby and decided to… get rid of it.

That thought alone is torturing Lucifer to knowend. If you were willing to run away after finding out that you were pregnant, then there is a chance of you aborting the baby.

That night they were eating dinner. Mephistopheles came to the castle unannounced.

“Lord Diavolo. I have some news”

Diavolo wipe his mouth, “Go on”

“There was a disturbance at Hell’s Kitchen. All witness saw four witches at the scene when it happened-”

“That ain’t news, Mephisto!”

The noble shot Mammon glare before speaking again. “If you let me finish, you’ll know that the witches didn’t cause the disturbance.” He turned to Lucifer “The disturbance was caused by surge of powerful magic from a Half Breed hellspawn”

Lucifer looks at Mephisto in shock with his eyes wide open as he abruptly stands from his chair. “What!” That’s all Lucifer can say.

“Yes, it seems we seem to have found your offspring Lucifer.”

Note: Well, this was long overdo XD

I have an idea how this plot is going to go. But I want to know if you guys want Lucifer and MC's child to be a girl or boy?

And if they will have four wings like Lucifer or just two since their a half breed baby.

If there’s grammar or spelling error, please let me know and don’t be shy to leave a comment or rebloging with cute tags. I just love to see you guys thoughts on this :3

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anikasheep · 6 months

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Mammon: MC? Why did you put a smaller sheet on your bed?

MC: To provent this little b*tch tricked me.

Mammon:...???

MC: You're so warm...Mams, a little too warm. *Pout*

Mammon: But you didn't let my hands go, MC. Ya love it, don't ya?

Mammon: *frowned* why your belly so cold? Did you cold?

MC: Not really, but I need you to keep putting your hands on. *Sigh in relief*

MC: Yep, you warm me up, Mammon. You're the best.

Mammon : *blushed*

#obey me mammon x mc #obey me mc #anika dream #obey me f!mc

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arhiweebs · 2 years

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A Night with Lucifer.

Genre: smut

Warnings// let me know if I missed anything so I can add it// whimpering, whining, Cum, mentions of cum, breeding, cum tasting, overstimulation, begging, dominance, oral, making out, demon sex, aggressive, /// READ AT OWN DESIRES. Viewer discretion advised.

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He lifted your legs and pulled you close so his hips met yours. He leaned down to place a kiss on your lips. Taking a soft moment to look in your eyes and give a smile. You winced a bit as he went in. His tip stretching you ever so slightly. A hum rising from him as he pushed in deeper. A soft moan that only continued to grow left your lips.

He held your hands down. Holding you in a mating press as he bottomed out inside you. Feeling how lovely and wet your insides were. How warm it felt around him.. he kissed your neck and whispered in your ear. “I love you, I’ll love you all night long and for the rest of forever.”

You nodded and whimpered as he started slowly thrusting. It only hurt for a bit, but that pain quickly turned into pleasure. Two bodies connected. Two hearts became one. He held your hands interlocked as he thrusted into you. His hair falling in front of his face. Grunts and groans escaping his lips. The room was filled with lewd sounds of moans and mewls. Hips rocking together and the slapping of his skin on yours. The sound of your juices mixing together. And the sound of the popping fire.

“Oh Lucifer~ p-please.” You started to beg. Beg for what exactly? Who knows.

“Please what? Mngh~ use your words Mc.” Even in such an intimate moment he showed his dominance. Hot really. Giving butterflies in one’s stomach.

“More. P-please I need more of you.” Your hands moved from his and wrapped around his neck.

You wanted more, and more he would gladly give you. He started to speed up. His whole length inside you. His cock reaching places unimaginable and scratching against all the right spots. His crimson eyes started to glow a bit as his horns erupted from his head and his wings sprouted from his back. You really bring out the demon in him. Bring out his most sensitive instincts and his most powerful desires.

His wings started slowly flapping behind him. Which only made him fuck you kire aggressively. Roughly. Scratching into back and loud moans danced from your tongue. Speaking of tongues, his mouth connected to yours. His tongue exploring every inch and crevices of your mouth. Dancing against yours like the most beautiful tango. The smacking of lips and rolling of hips was enough to hurl you into your first orgasm. He kissed down your neck as your back arched. He slowed down a bit but kept going just as hard. Your legs shaking as you were slightly overstimulated.

He pulled out of you and quickly dipped between your thighs. Slurping and sucking on your clit. He wanted to taste you and all you had to offer. He licked you clean and ate ul all your juices. Humming in pleasure just from the taste of you. His cock was throbbing and twitching. He jacked himself off a few times and groaned. He looked up at you. Your face was flushed red and you panted out. He waited a moment, giving you a soft break…before he stood up and flipped you around. Helping you get into the right position as carefully and quickly as possibly. Having you bent over on all fours.

His soft black wings tiptoed against your skin. Sending goosebumps all over. He trailed his hand up your back, pressing into your arch. His other hand rubbing your ass and giving it a nice smack. He chuckled. Didn’t talk much but his actions spoke louder than anything he could’ve said. He realigned himself up and slide back into you. His hand on your back trailed up more, snacking around your neck and giving it a nice grip. His chest pressed against your back as he thrusted into you.

His Grunting turned into moans. His thrusts were faster. Yet becoming sloppier.. “Fuck, MC. You’re gonna just sit there all pretty and let me fill you up like this?”

He gripped your hips with one hand. Thrusting harder and deeper into you. The pounding of his hips starting to sting your ass. He used two fingers from the hand that was around your throat and moved them into your mouth for you to suck on. He was moaning loud and proud now. How could he not be filled with pride? His precious MC bringing him so much pleasure. Just that thought alone was enough to get him all riled up. Your muffled moans sung out like the most beautiful song. He gave a few more thrusts before you felt that warmth inside you. He bit your shoulder letting out a muffled moan of his own. His fingers sliding out your mouth so he can wrap both arms around your waist.

Moaning loudly and holding you in place so he could fill you with his seed. Enough for it to drip out. He breathed heavily and held it there. Catching his breath and kissing the back of your neck as he slowly pulled out. Whimpers escaped you as you felt his cum fall out of you. Your legs now like jelly as you collapse down onto the bed. He rubbed your back. “Oh you did so good MC. As perfect as always.” He leaned down and kissed your head. “How about we take a nice warm bath together… listen to a record and perhaps watch a movie as we whine down for the evening. Would you like that?”

He spoke softly and was so gently with how he handled you.

“Y-yes please.”

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nwaml-writes · 2 years

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gn!reader ♡ fluff • relaxing with Mams • 550words ♡

Oh? Has this chandelier always been there?

I'm the only one who doesn't have class today so I enjoy some alone time relaxing on the sofa. Hands behind my head I admire the ceiling. I just noticed the sumptuous volutes that adorn the ceiling, not to mention this gigantic chandelier that sits in the middle of the canvas.

The crackle of the fireplace on my left, my favorite drink on my right, and a soft blanket on my legs. I couldn't ask for more. At first, the silence of this house sent shivers down my spine and made me really uncomfy. I got used to it, although, I still prefer the sweet sound of the bros arguing and complaining across the house. The plush sofa hugs my body perfectly, and slowly I feel myself succumbing to Morphe's embrace.

The front door closes softly and slow footsteps approach me. I don't open my eyes, I could but I really like this floaty feeling. I try to guess which of the 7 inhabitants of this house it could be. Flat heels, long steps, the man seems to be walking with his bust back, very relaxed. I bet 3000 Grimm it's Mammon.

“Oi MC! What're ya doing?"

Bingo

I flutter my eyes open and give him my loveliest smile.

“Staring at the ceiling”

He instinctively raises his head and I can't help but wonder how such a manly demon can constantly act as cute as a four-year-old.

"Can I join you?"

"Sure"

He goes around the sofa, sits on my left, and gently lays his head on my lap. He smells of expensive perfume and leather. I never really liked these smells before but since living here I have associated them with so many wholesome and comforting memories. These are, now, my favorite smells.

We stay together for a few minutes, in silence, staring at the ceiling. I instinctively put my hand in his white locks and gently run my thingers through them. I look down at his angelic face and can't help but admire this view. His facial features are thin and harmonious, and his thick eyebrows sit delicately above his eyes, as deep and shiny as the night sky. He adjusts his vision to look at me, his eyelashes fanning over his questioning gaze.

"Ain't looking at the ceiling?"

"Not anymore, pretty boy"

He frowns and plays the annoyed card. His cheeks heating up shows otherwise.

"Of course, you'd prefer staring at the great Mammon's face," he mumbles, not looking me in the eye.

I chuckle softly and decide to tease him a bit. I bend down and whisper in his ear.

“Getting nervous for me, pretty boy?”

He turns his eyes towards me and now that he wears this awkward expression it makes me want to tease him a little more.

I gently move his bangs away and bend down to place a tender kiss on his forehead. He doesn't take his eyes off me, completely enamored.

"Stop looking at me like that"

I put my hand over his eyes.

"Like what?"

"Like you want more"

I feel his cheekbones raising and a genuine smile forming on his face.

He takes my hand in his and places a kiss on my palm while holding eye contact.

"What if I do?"

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kannra21 · 2 years

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Hii, i have like THE BEST IDEA

Can you write a scenario with MC asking the brothers + the dateables (minus Luke) to recreate the Kim Kardashian s€x tape ?

I would be so exited to read that😩

Hey!!

I'm not a writer and I never wrote nsfw before but I'd be damned if I didn't try. 😂 I did the thing just for funsies, so enjoy.

🔞MINORS DON'T INTERACT🔞

F!MC asking the brothers + dateables (minus Luke, Thirteen, Raphael and Mephisto bc I don't know them well) to recreate the tape

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LUCIFER

He did his paperwork in his secret study as usual when you entered the room, holding a small camera in your hands and mumbling that silly question under your breath. Nice going MC, there's no turning back now except digging your hole a bit deeper into another circle of hell and maybe, just maybe, ending up burning yourself. Which would be plausible considering the look that Lucifer just gave you. Now the ever-burning flames of inferno didn't seem half so bad of an idea.

The avatar of pride smirked, clearly enjoying the newfound situation you got yourselves in, "I'm sorry MC but I think I didn't hear that correctly. Could you repeat it?"

You felt embarrassment tugging at your every nerve. You knew exactly how much he was enjoying poking fun at you. That idiot. That jaw-dropping, head-spinning, stupidly gorgeous idiot.

"It's just that you overwork yourself all the time and I could use a break from studying you know..."

You hid your face behind the stupid device that barely served its purpose and fell silent to his teasing.

He stood up from his seat in a calm demeanor and started undoing his tie, putting up a little show just for you.

"There's no need for excuses, my love. I missed you just as much."

He came up to you, threw his tie around you and pulled you gently towards himself. Your smaller frame now pressed slightly against his own but still leaving enough room, making you wish for more. His soft baritone voice tickled the left side of your ear and sent shivers through your body, "I suppose a small break wouldn't hurt anyone. What is it that you wanted to show me?"

He doesn't know much about the Kardashians or reality shows in general. He's more interested in human art and culture... and you, a different sort of art (haha such a simp). When you showed him the tape he thought it was a bit tasteless, no offense (the tape is from 2007 after all).

You ended up creating your own sex tape that was hundred times more sensual and passionate. He fell head over heels for you, especially for your "lady in the streets, freak in the sheets" attitude. Family breakfast the next day was totally awkward considering that everyone ate in complete silence. They knew exactly what happened yesterday because your moaning resonated through the entire house. Asmo broke it by admitting how happy he was for both of you and you covered your face in shame. In contrast to you, Lucifer was clearly unbothered. His reasoning was that "this act is completely normal for two people in love". In fact, he was so proud to have the most beautiful gf in all three realms. And, of course, he was happy that others knew just how good his dick made you feel. His and nobody else's.

Usually he drinks demonus or gold hellfire newt syrup to put himself in the mood. Now he's using the tape to remind himself just how perfect you felt under his touch and he's already good to go.

MAMMON

He was in the middle of a call with his modeling employer when you suddenly, and quite shamelessly, proposed the idea to him. The poor guy couldn't bring himself to speak anymore, his face was aflame and his pants felt unusually tight.

"Ss...s..sure I'll c..call you tomorrow. YES I'm fine! I'm TOTALLY fine haha! *dies inside* See ya." *ends the call* "MC YA CAN'T JUST SAY THAT DURING AN IMPORTANT CALL, MY HEART ALMOST GLOCKED!" He was too cute like this.

Of course he knew about the Kardashians, one of the wealthiest families of the human world (which he wishes to collaborate with someday... okay, maybe steal a couple of values while he's at it). He heard of their line of men's wardrobe and cosmetics. People were spreading it all over social media and it would be a real shame if he didn't take the opportunity to shoot his shot. However, he wasn't familiar with the tape (which was the reason behind their popularity to begin with). When you showed it to him, he was so turned on- eyes roaming everywhere but the screen in front of him and his face flushed in embarrassment. The tsundere was back in town.

"Are ya okay with this? I...I mean, of course ya want to do it with The Great Mammon, who else? It's just that... I wanted to check if you're ready for this..."

By this he meant if you're ready to lose your virginity to him this soon. He wasn't expecting you to take his hand and literally push it in your pants, you idiot. You were so wet for him that every ounce of his rational thought flew off the window. He growled, took you in his hands and threw you on the bed with him. From this moment you knew- you won't be leaving his room anytime soon.

You were so lost in the moment that you completely forgot about the whole filming thing, so there was a promise of the next time and Mammon's heart swelled with joy.

If you thought that Lucifer was the possessive type then you were greatly mistaken. Mammon is the avatar of greed, it's practically engraved in his name. He bought you a cum necklace so that "you'll always have a little piece of him with you wherever you go". Demons have a more sensitive smell than humans so it'll drive them away. You take it off when hanging with the bros because you don't want them to look at you weird. No worries, Mammon will make it weird nonetheless. He'll give you his cologne just in case his brothers got any funny ideas. He wanted to ensure that you were absolutely taken and that none of them would even think about making a move on you during his absence. You don't see a problem with it since you love Mammon just as much. To make it even- he's wearing your own version of the necklace and keeping some of your belongings in his car like hoodie or panties for him to jerk off with.

LEVIATHAN

He was playing video games when you knocked on his door.

"What's the secret phrase?"

"The second lord attempted to steal the Lord of Corruption's platypus, which could lay golden eggs. Having incurred the wrath of the Lord of Corruption for this misdeed, it was ordered that the second lord would be forever dubbed The Lord of Fools."

"Secret phrase authenticated. You may enter."

It was funny how you still played this game with Levi although you knew each other well by now. It's not that he wouldn't let you in his room- little things like knowing specific info from his favorite series meant a lot to him. It showed how much you cared about him and his interests. When you entered, he greeted you with a big smile on his face.

"Hey MC, I'm playing Bad Demon Slayer! Would you care to join me?" When you explained the motive for your arrival he showed clear disinterest.

"Ew, no offense MC but why would we do this normie stuff? We're better than this."

"Because my idiot bf is incapable of giving me the time of day. You weebish, pathetic excuse for an otaku." You had already noticed his face flushing and tent growing in his pants.

"I..I have a suggestion." *he hands you his console similar to the Nintendo Switch you had at home* "This will help in distracting you from whatever I'm about to do, o..okay?"

You liked the idea so much that you instantly stripped down and spread yourself wide open in his bathtub. Since you were playing the games on his console, it allowed him to push and poke and test whatever piqued his interest without making it too awkward, at least for himself. Your occasional moaning helped him with figuring out what made you more comfortable and, once he got the hang of things, you felt so good that you completely forgot about the console and everything you were able to think about was him. He used his tail on you and let's just say that you discovered a new kink you didn't know you had. After the first round, he insisted on going again so you watched anime porn (hentai?) to get yourselves into the mood which you did. After the second round, he wanted to try out cosplay but you needed a short break to catch some breath beforehand. Jeez, what have you done? You "unlocked" a sex monster. After the third round, you laid together in each other's arms and dozed off.

"I guess this is one of the fewer normie activities I'm able to tolerate," he murmured and you laughed in his chest. His bathtub wasn't exactly the most comfiest bed in the world, but it was great because it squished you together and you enjoyed the warmth that his body provided. You also loved his notable cedarwood fragrance with musky notes. Funny, you would have never taken him for the type who uses cologne because he's almost never leaving his room. Still, it was a nice detail.

He's still unable to look at the tape, so you were more than welcome to keep it. Pls keep it haha!

ASMODEUS

A special event is being held at The Fall and all the big names have been invited. So, naturally, he needed to look extra pretty for the occasion and that's why he needed YOUR assistance. Yes, yours, because nobody else has a sense of style the way you do. And since you were helping him with all the "important life decisions", you were joining in on the fun + he paid for everything because he felt extra generous today (and because he needed to spoil his precious little kitten once in a while, it's all. ♡)

You spent hours on shopping, then beauty salons and afterwards you visited the massage center since you were, as Asmo claimed- "walking the entire day and in need of a fulfilling relaxation experience ♡".

You came back home, stored all your shopping bags in your respective rooms and entered the jacuzzi (another excuse for relaxation). You talked about all kinds of topics- some viral DevilTube videos, beauty tips, your love lives, even sex poses.

To Asmo, it came as a second nature- he was the avatar of lust after all. Being the more experienced of the two, he discussed every type off the top of his head and gave his honest opinion on it. What he didn't know is the effect this had on you and your tights rubbing together to help you ease the frisky feeling building inside. Spending time with Asmo was such a common occurrence for you that you completely forgot that you were sitting in a luxury tub resembling the "Temple of Love" in Versailles with a guy, both butt-naked as the day you were born. You either never really paid attention or you were seriously that oblivious, but the way his wet hair shone under the dim chandelier lighting or the way his muscles barely protruded through his lean form, did things to you. He noticed your eyes wandering and not just around water covered in rose petals. Asmo learned a long time ago that you were immune to his demon charm, so he thought that discussing sexual subjects with you wouldn't be such a big deal but apparently- he was wrong.

"Oh, sorry MC. You should've told me to stop the moment I started talking about it... Unless you really liked what you heard~"

When you suggested the tape idea, he was overjoyed. Of course he's familiar with the Kardashian tape- the start of western indulgence. Only Diavolo knows how many times he was summoned to satisfy the deepest pits of humans' carnal desire. Humans were impure creatures by default, and although you bore angelic blood thanks to Lilith, some things never changed. You weren't like any other human though- you were special to him.

It was already evening when you arrived home so the "bathing time" was prolonged until you decided to switch to his bed and practice "another form of relaxation". Long story short- Asmo's the best at aftercare and you felt like a literal princess. You kept the tape and made sure you gave him the copy the next day. Although he refused to watch it because of the new sex poses he wanted to film with you depending on your schedule. Oh, you're worried that you won't be flexible enough? Don't worry, you'll be~

SATAN

You were minding your own business when someone knocked on your door.

"Hey MC!"

"Not today, Satan."

"What?"

"Nah forget it, it's not even funny. Come in."

When he entered your room, he handed you the book that he borrowed from you and lent you something from his own collection as well. You were holding a book marathon where each was supposed to read at least one book per week, considering that the read was meant to be quick and easy on the tongue, since you didn't want to burden yourself with more work on top of your school responsibilities. Satan came up with the idea because he wanted to "spread his horizons" and you just so happened to bring your favorite juicy stories from home this weekend. It... wasn't exactly his cup of tea to begin with, but that's why he insisted on it so much- he wished to enjoy your interests without unnecessary judgment or criticism. Reading was all about having fun. Refusing to read different genres was equivalent to closing the doors towards greater knowledge. You were watching him expectantly, wearing that shit-eating smile as you waited for him to share his final impressions on your latest recommendation. Needless to say- his face was flushed and his eyes were intently avoiding yours.

"Thank you for the book. It was... very erotic."

You burst into laughter and he "Oi"-ed in disappointment.

"Were you pranking me just now?! If so, your plan has definitely failed because I read the whole thing in just two days. It was no big deal."

"Oh, two days? So it was this interesting to you~" You enjoyed teasing him, partly because you loved how worked up he gets over simple things and he pinched the space between his eyebrows.

"I took the task seriously and read the whole thing as promised. It... wasn't that bad."

Your face perked up in curiosity and he continued.

"I appreciated the story's build up and the emotional aspect that the main heroine and her love interest shared. They gradually got closer as the plot proceeded despite all the hardships and it was overall an interesting read. Solid 5/10."

"Seriously?! You started praising it so well and then gave it such a shit rating! You're so contradictory."

"You know how much I love murder mysteries, this story didn't have any of them. Plus- I raised the rating by a number just because of the heroine's cat."

"C'mon you jerked to it. Admit it."

"... Ok 6/10."

"YES! XD" you cheered over such stupid reasons that he couldn't help himself but to smile a little. You were such an idiot, and yet he loved you more than anything. However, you caught him off guard when he processed your next words.

"We can... recreate some of the scenes if you want..." your request was followed by a short silence and you covered your face in embarrassment, "Forget it, it's stupid."

"I'd like that."

You uncovered your face and felt your heart skip a beat.

"Just make sure to lock your room so nobody could barge in on accident."

"Even so, wouldn't it be suspicious? I'm never locking up the doors. They'll wonder what's going on."

"Don't worry, they'll hear the reason."

He gave you one of his seductive smiles and your face went aflame. You rummaged through drawers for the keys which felt like decades to find, hands shaky from all the hurrying (and excitement).

Sure, he predicted Mammon or Asmo knocking on your door for whatever annoying reason. He wasn't expecting Lucifer of all people standing at your doorstep, asking you to join him for a moment. Perfect timing. Satan picked up the pace and pounded harder into you- your broken cries and moans and all the filth echoing between your shaky legs enough evidence for the (now traumatized lmao) avatar of pride to take his leave.

You suggested the Kardashian tape for your second round and he agreed to whatever, as long as he could feel more of you because your pussydrunk bf was this desperate for your touch aw.

He's not leaving your side the following day. He's a dotting bf and he's taking good care of you (mby I'm biased now but he's the best bf material, he'd always baby you so much it's almost impossible to believe that he's the avatar of wrath). He also made fun of Lucifer for walking in on you lol.

BEELZEBUB

Surprisingly, not horny at all unless you're exercising with him in the gym he visited so often. Other demons already assumed you're a thing considering that you're always arriving together. Despite no one wanting to approach you because of fear of getting on the giant's bad side, they still gave you side glances or checked you out briefly. And whether their interests were driven by hunger or sexual attraction, you managed to ignore it and concentrate on your workout. Well, for the most part. Which doesn't mean that you weren't feeling a tad bit uncomfortable with the whole situation. Sure, Beel was a dense guy from the day you met, but he wasn't ignorant of your problem and he wanted to help you the best way he could. He avoided fights and tried to talk to the owner about their gym etiquette. Sadly, to no avail. You were offered a security guard in case you felt threatened by other gym users, but there wasn't a need for it since Beel was built like two bodyguards combined. You were just hoping for some basic respect from fellow gym visitors. However, the owner couldn't give someone a restraining order based on just "a couple of glances". Disappointed, you returned to your training equipment and continued with your exercise.

"If you're still not feeling well we can leave this place. We're not required to stay here."

"It's okay Beel. Maybe he's right. Maybe I was just exaggerating."

The longer you stayed, the more irritating it got and Beel couldn't stand looking at you keeping up with everyone's harassment. He took your hand in his own and brought you to the changing room where he could at least make you feel safe. You both ate at the bench and talked about random things that put a smile on your face. Excluding his undying obsession with food, Beel could be very compassionate and sweet towards you, the way nobody else could be. You needed to watch your language around Lucifer. Satan and Belphie were troublesome. Mammon, Levi and Asmo annoyed you in their own ways. Other demons mistreated you. Only Beel felt like your safe place and it was in the middle of your conversation that you realized just how deeply you'd fallen for him... and how nicely his muscles shone under the white led lights of the empty locker room. You got bolder and asked him if you could lean on him to take some rest and he complied. You leaned your head on his shoulder and put your hands around his biceps. He was so strong... you really felt safe in his presence.

"If only they could realize that we mean business and leave you alone..."

Beel's thoughts gave you a naughty idea but you needed to ensure that he was absolutely okay with it. You suggested locker sex, so if they heard both of you, they'd most likely avoid you in the long run. His face turned bright red and you wondered if you'd crossed the line. To your relief- he wasn't bothered in the slightest. He locked the doors to give you some privacy but he didn't know where to begin with, so you showed him the Kardashian sex tape for the reference. One thing was sure- Beel was amazing at oral. In fact- he was so good that everyone at the gym knew and refrained from looking at you the moment you returned to your previous spots.

Your mission was accomplished and your day fulfilled. However, Beel wasn't nearly as satisfied as he would have liked, so he asked if you could continue with your ministrations at home. Your eyes were basically shining by now.

BELPHEGOR

He was skipping classes. You were skipping classes. You were alone at home. Only one logical conclusion could be drawn from this- you were napping (I knew what you were thinking perv no you didn't).

Belphie loved holding you in his arms during those peaceful morning naps because of how warm and soft you felt against him and he really liked your scent. It comforted him. You two were always hanging in the attic when wanting some alone time and although this was formerly the place he dreaded the most, it now turned into something special because of your first time spending together and your determination to get him out of there. You were so selfless at this particular moment. You didn't really have any use of helping him, but you still took it upon yourself to make sure that he felt loved again and he wanted to return your affection with the same measure, if not more.

One of the things he liked to do during those intimate moments with you was lightly trailing his fingers on your skin. It gave you goosebumps and it made him happy how comfortable he made you feel. And although he refused to admit- he was jealous of Mammon and Asmo for being the clingiest of the bunch and he hated sharing you with them. He loved his brothers, especially Beel, but he wanted to be the one who held that special spot in your heart and sometimes he wondered if maybe he was being too selfish in his wishing. He'd come to the planetarium every single night and wish for your happiness upon the stars. If only he was the reason behind your smile. Behind your moans and cries, your passion and love. If only. But he wasn't. Because of the way you held your gaze with Lucifer. The way you hugged with Mammon. The way you laughed with Levi. The way you flirted with Asmo. The way you snuggled to Satan. The way you ate with Beel. He felt insecure. Sometimes he thought that you're just sticking around out of pity so he wouldn't feel more miserable than he already did. He loved you, more than the human world itself. But he was afraid that he wouldn't live up to your love. That's why he needed to work harder for you. To be more approaching, more dearing, more territorial in a sense that won't make you uncomfortable which he feared the most btw. If only you knew how much you meant to him.

He hugged you tighter while spooning you and his silent "I love you" tickled past your earlobe. Unbeknownst to him, you harbored the same kinds of feelings for him as well. Sure, you were affectionate with his brothers, but that's all there is to it. Belphie was special- he listened to your problems and he comforted you on days when you didn't feel so hot. He was there for you in good and bad, through thick and thin. You were practically flooded with happiness when you heard those three little words leaving his lips.

Of course you recreated the Kardashian tape, Belphie gave you the dirtiest treatment worth of a slut that you are, but later on he only peppered you with more hugs and kisses. You loved your lazy foul-mouthed bf Belphie. ♡ And he loved you more than anything in the entire world.

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DIAVOLO

And there he was- the man, the myth, the legend himself. The Future King of The Devildom. Sitting mouth agape from the words that just spilled from your mouth.

"Why in the middle of our afternoon tea?"

"You either watch me touch myself right here and risk Barbatos walking in on the show or you take me to your room and fuck me like an actual demon lord."

"You're suggesting I'm not living up to the title?"

"You're acting like a pussy."

You were either really brave or really crazy, because any normal person would've run for their dear life by now to escape the strongest demon's wrath. But not you- the exchange student who dominated all seven deadly sins and did whatever the hell she wanted. Even Solomon looked up to your power despite being a skilled sorcerer himself. You were the reason the three realms almost broke apart. You were the G.O.A.T. and you knew it. You also knew how precious you were to Diavolo's plan in strengthening all the three realms through the exchange program so logically- he'd never hurt you. But you took it upon yourself to test his patience right then and there. Not only did you order him around, you also dragged his name. You expected him to throw you over his shoulder and fuck you senseless to prove what a demon of his caliber was made of. However, you were taken aback by his following reaction-

He smiled the sweetest smile but his words were like poison to you, "I take it that uncultured bitches in heat such as yourself didn't learn the basics of dignity when visiting other people's properties or dining at their respectable homes. Am I right?"

The shame that overflowed you was too much to take and you prayed for the floor to swallow you whole. You covered your face and wished to disappear into the thin air. Maybe being killed by The Crown Prince of The Devildom was a better option than being humiliated like this.

"Why are you crying?"

"I'm sorry. I thought it'd turn you on."

"... Why would you think that?"

"You're a demon so I assumed... well, I was wrong. And I'm so sorry."

The fact that you wanted to seduce him and not outright disrespect him put a genuine smile on Diavolo's face. Diavolo's problem was- sometimes he understood things too literally and he needed assistance in helping him explain other people's intentions. Being isolated from the outside world since childhood has taken a tool on his social life. Now he felt bad.

And while you were distracted by your chanting fits of "oh my god"s and "I'm so sorry"s- he knelt next to you to your left, took your hand in his own and kissed it delicately. The fact that the king himself was kneeling before you made you cry even more and the humiliation, shame and embarrassment were almost unbearable. Barbatos noticed your misery and offered his help but Diavolo refused and asked for some alone time. He wanted to regain whatever was left from your broken trust. He stood up and took you by your hands, making you stand up on your feet as well. He hugged you and held you like this until your cries died down to a whisper.

"It wasn't my intention..."

"It's okay. I know." Diavolo shushed you and kissed your head. And despite the readhead's attempts to make you feel better, you still felt like you won't be able to live this down. And it was true- the relationship between you two has majorly changed now and refusing you would only make things more awkward the next time you meet each other. You were lucky he liked you back tho. He bowed down to your level and whispered into your ear-

"Would you like to be my queen so you can order me around however you want? Because I wouldn't mind."

"You seriously don't have to-"

"I insist."

He put his finger under your chin and lifted it, locking his eyes with yours. Now you were the one at a loss for words.

"I'm a gentleman before I'm a demon, so I want to take things slow with you. Before I fuck you- would you like to go on a date with me? I promise that it'll be the best fun you ever had. But if I'm not living up to your expectations, you can leave and everything will be okay between the two of us. Please, don't feel pressured to stay because of what just happened."

God, what did you do to deserve him? Nothing. And yet he tried so hard for you that you couldn't help but comply. You agreed to go on a date with him and he was so happy that he scooped you in his arms and kissed you passionately.

Maybe you made a good decision after all. Although you were a hair strand away from losing the best thing that ever happened to you.

BARBATOS

Despite being a butler and a busy one on top of that, he always found time to meet up with you because of his power to see the future and choose the one which was the most convenient for both of you. Lord Diavolo forbids him from using his power for personal gain, but you were an exception to the rule. So he entered a couple of doors leading to a certain future situation to clean Young Master's mess, leaving him with less work and more time to spend with you. It was stressful and it was tiring, but he'd do anything to see your beautiful smile again.

It was unusual, he never felt like this towards anyone in thousands of years of his career. He swore to himself that he'd never lose sleepless nights thinking about the person he loves and yet there he was- thinking of nothing but you. You can only imagine the surprise on Diavolo's face when Barbatos gave him Mandragora Tea instead of Hellfire Rose Tea and he never makes mistakes, matter of factly. The demon butler has fallen head over heels for you. Congrats girl- you've gotten yourself a dream boat.

Because of his intervention with the future, he set himself a day-off and called you over to the Demon Lord's Castle on a baking date. You were making all kinds of desserts together and sampled the ones that didn't end up so well. A bit of cream remained on the corner of your lips and Barb would casually come up to you and kiss the remaining bits away, making you all warm and flustered. Your butler bf was so smooth in the most unpredictable of ways. Or was he planning this all along? You wondered how far into the future he could look to predict certain actions. However it may be, you felt safe with him. Moreover- it meant that he could warn you of all the troubles happening beforehand and assist you in the time of need. Despite being a powerful sorceress yourself, you felt like you could rely on him. That brought comfort to both of you because Barb took great joy in helping you.

Maybe Mammon was your first demon you made a pact with, but Barb was the last and he wanted to have the same impact on you the way Mammon always bragged about your relationship and emphasized how much it meant to him. Barb wanted to be special to you as well, and you proved it in your own ways by going out with him tea shopping or snuggling up to him in his bed listening to your favorite music.

He hated his tail being touched, but you were the only one whom he allowed to do so. He liked being close to you like this and you noticed that Barb didn't smell of anything in particular besides maybe a couple of herbs from the tea shop that you'd visited this afternoon. It's because of the nature of his job that he refuses to wear any strong fragrances and you hugged him closer in hopes that your perfume would somehow imprint on his own clothes. When he realized what you were doing, he kissed you and you stroked his tail which made him even more eager. You won't believe it- but your beloved demon bf is getting a hard-on from your touch only. Your hand gliding up and down his smooth and sensitive tail did things to him and he loved wrapping it around one of your limbs while making out or cuddling. It made you feel more connected and safe.

Barbatos never had a person he could trust himself with. He was always considered "the most powerful of all beings", but that's because he had never let himself rely on anyone else before. He always had his own back and that's how it has always been. Until the day you entered his life- so getting Barb to open up to you was a big deal by itself. And since then, the two of you have shared a special bond not even fate could break. Because he'd stop the passage of time dead in its tracks just for you.

Horny Barb was another sort of demon. The only thing that never changed was the way he treated you like royalty and you wanted to return the favor by recreating that hot tape everyone talked about. Don't get him wrong- he fucked before. But it's been such a long time and he wanted to make sure that you felt absolutely comfortable with him, so you discussed all kinds of things- from safe words to what toys you wanted to use. He thought of everything and ever since your first dating experience till this day- no one has paid so much attention to your own pleasure the way Barb did. He got off to your happiness and you knew he was a keeper from this very moment.

When you thought that you were done and prepared yourself for sleep- no, that's where the interesting part began. Barb can also open a portal to the dream world so brace yourself for more fun in another universe which, depending on your preferences, could be just as exciting and pleasurable. Wherever you go, he'll go with you because that's the kind of lover he was. Before he thought he could be this caring only towards Young Lord, but now you were of similar importance to him and he really hoped that Diavolo wouldn't make a big fuss over it which would be pretty funny btw.

No offense to the guys, but you asked Diavolo if you could change residences from House of Lamentation to Devil Lord's Castle and he agreed if it meant making your stay at the Devildom more comfortable. So you basically got Diavolo's blessing and Barb's room became your own. Now you were always together.

SIMEON

Ngl you were a bit surprised by the outfit choice when you first met at the RAD, him being introduced by no other than Diavolo himself. Why were demons so overdressed and angels so underdressed? Where was the logic in that? It opposed everything you ever learned at your religion classes. Now you felt like a total delinquent because a) you couldn't just ask an angel why he was dressed like a male escort and b) at a loss for words, you kept staring at his exposed hips and wondering if he wore a leotard or just a regular shirt underneath. God, the unholy thoughts that kept wandering through your head. And he smiled so politely as if he didn't know what kind of effect this had on you. Did he have any self-awareness? From a logical standpoint, you concluded that this might be due to them being holy creatures like that time when Adam and Eve were naked but not ashamed because they had a perfect conscience. But then again- he didn't look anything like an ordinary angel so logic couldn't be applied here. This was so confusing.

It confused you even more when he covered Luke's ears from hearing all the dirt that the avatar of lust conveyed. He was also familiar with kinks and you thought about whether angels were prone to consuming offensive content or if it was just Simeon. It made sense tho, because he was a writer in his free time- writing a good book requires lots of knowledge from different fields, so maybe he was more progressive and open to diversity than the rest of the angels who were just blindly following the rules.

The more you were hanging out, the more you realized how pure he was from a personal level. He was a shining example of an angel- always caring and thoughtful. So lovely that sometimes he'd catch you off guard by his rebellious side. He'd subtly flirt with you by touching hands and whispering sweet nothings into your ear when no one was looking, making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Angel was a daring one. And he could be anything you wanted him to be, as long as it made you happy.

He loved how good you were with Luke and in moments like this he'd imagine the three of you as a cute little family, away from Michael's threats and Diavolo's plans for you. It helped him face his challenges through the day. He hated the way Diavolo was using you as a means of pursuing his personal interests when you were supposed to have a saying in the matter too. He wanted to be your guardian angel, wrap you in his wings and never let you go.

That's what he did during one of Diavolo's invitations to the Demon Lord's Castle. Initially, the aim of the retreat was for demons, angels and humans to intermingle so that each could gain a better understanding of the other. What Simeon didn't like was the way everyone turned into their true forms, which didn't necessarily make them more intimidating, but they certainly had the upper hand in the situation and demons never really did that unless they were provoked into conflict. So Simeon took you to one of the rooms, seated you on the bed and you talked. You told him about Lucifer threatening you and hurting your hand, which was the first time you saw the angel this upset. He and Lucifer were good friends from back in the days and he didn't understand why he, of all people, would've done something like this to you. He suddenly grew very overprotective of you. He was grateful to Solomon covering up for him when he did because, if it weren't for him, only Michael knew what kind of disaster could've occurred. The worst possible outcome would've been the announcement of another war and tbh nobody would like that. He knew he didn't have a good feeling about this whole event.

First, he healed your hand and then he asked if you wanted to go downstairs and rejoin them, to which you decided to stay. You sat further on the bed, settled yourself between his legs and leaned your back on his chest. He then proceeded to put his head on your shoulder and wrap his hands around you in some sort of comfort position. You were surprised by the beautiful white wings emerging from either side of your body like they were shielding you from the outside world, forming their own bubble of vulnerability and protection.

Curiosity got the best of you, so you touched his feathers and he let out little noises from how sensitive his wings were. It made you laugh until you felt something poking at you from behind and he apologized. He expected you to be uncomfortable by his reaction only to realize that you were grinding against him and one thing led to another.

When you suggested recreating the tape, he was a little concerned and didn't approve of it right away until further conviction. He hated the way the celebrity couple did it because it was lewd and emotionless (which is the reason why they broke up). He wanted to make you feel loved, that's what he was always aiming for. But if that's what you really wanted, then he couldn't really say no to you.

You did a bit different version of the tape so that both of you could feel comfortable doing it.

Simeon was a big cuddler and he'd pepper you with hugs and kisses while holding you in his arms. You were meant to part soon because the devs were probably looking for you by now and you hated to disturb such an intimate moment between you. You promised to pay him a visit to the Purgatory Hall soon.

SOLOMON

Wizard grandpa! 🤠 You never really knew on what terms the two of you were because of his chaotic mannerisms towards you. One moment he was tickling you and kissing your cheek and the next he was suggesting buying you friendship bracelets. You were constantly tossed between the friendship zone and out of it and then back to it and then out of it again like some rodeo of never-ending doom. The rush of butterflies you'd get in your stomach would be replaced by the cold stabbing feeling of disappointment and when you thought he wasn't thinking of you in that way- he'd always come back to you to prove you wrong because Sagittarius people were this annoying (and cute). The mixed signals were giving you a headache and you seriously needed to talk to him about where your relationship was heading. To be frank- he wasn't the problem here. He always treated you so nicely and your heart was the one going through a terrible whirlpool of feelings. You were tired of feeling that way... so you made a move on him.

During one of your sorcery courses with him, you scooted closer to read a magic book together and when he reached for the potion in the opposite direction, you kissed the space between his jawline and neck and he froze.

You wondered if you had made the wrong decision but when he turned to look at you, he took your face in both hands and kissed you so deeply that all his pent-up affection he felt for you came up to the surface. He held you in his arms like he was assuring himself that this was truly happening and that it wasn't just one of his dreams.

When you parted for air, he pecked you once more to get your attention.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Why were you pulling this buddy bullshit on me?"

"I was afraid."

And then it dawned on you- you weren't open about your feelings for him either, so making you company was his way of keeping you close without complicating things.

"But now everything's okay... right?"

He bit the skin on his finger and drew blood, drawing a symbol on your exposed thigh from your hiked-up skirt, "More than okay."

He chanted a spell you weren't so familiar with. Suddenly you felt all hot and bothered and you realized this was actually Solomon's doing. It's not that he wasn't confident in his ability to pleasure you himself- he was, in fact, making your pleasure his top priority. Magic could be a great helper in achieving one's objectives and it wasn't all that graceless to rely on it once in a while. If it made you happy, then it's all the more reason for him to keep using it on you. Sure, he was taking pride in his work as the world's strongest sorcerer, but all that ego would soon falter when it came to you- the world's most adorable apprentice. A perfect match for his madness.

He was prepping you on your chair, eating you out on the table, fucking you against the bookshelves, bending you over the table and fucking you again. Your hips felt sore from hitting the table's edge all the time so he turned you around and put your legs over his shoulders to better accommodate you.

He was so good at this it made you realize that he's lived for a very long time, so ofc he had a couple of moves up his sleeve. You wondered how many lovers he's had before you and the thought made you jealous. Little did you know- the wizard in front of you had never had a serious relationship before and the reason why he put such a fast pace was because he was really nervous and really horny.

The moment you got his attention and told him to go a bit slower, he blushed so much. He didn't want to mess this up. All his life, since living in different realms, he had to remain strong by himself. And he's also been really lonely- being the only human representative in the world that wasn't his own must have felt exhausting. He'd use magic and potions to fill up his time... and to prevent negative thoughts from occupying his mind. His family, friends and acquaintances- everyone was dead and he was the last remaining human of his generation. Sure, he made new friends and met a supportive bunch along the way. Asmo took care of him on days when sadness and hopelessness got the best of him and angels were there to collect the remaining pieces of his broken heart and connect them into something more beautiful, which made him grow really found of them. And they all helped to a certain extent. Until he returned home and realized that he was all by himself again. That's how he felt at the beginning when he first entered the exchange program, but the more his lifespan prolonged- the more he came to terms that it was okay to embrace his loneliness. Except for the day when you came into his life. Another human standing by his side- you were nothing like the mean bunch at the Sorcerer's Society association. Sure, he may have had someone like that once. Or at least he thought he had, because the feeling he had for that person wasn't mutual. And he didn't have anyone else like that anymore.

You reminded him what it meant to love again, so the thought of losing you or your trust gave him a mini heart attack.

He confessed to you, every single thing, because he was tired of making memories of his own. He wanted to share them with you. And he wanted to be with you, if you allowed him to do so. (mby I'm biased again, but he's also the best bf material bc he clearly went through a lot and he's gonna fight for your happiness so that you won't feel the same kind of pain he went through).

Most demons are afraid of him because he's fairly unpredictable (and because he treats them like playthings lmao). But to you he was different- he showed you the most sincerest side of himself and you knew you could trust him hundred percent. And what's better than a man who's helping his beloved achieve her true potential? You loved your, ahem, interesting rewards after each of your sorcery accomplishments- especially your Kardashian sex tape that you oh so eagerly recreated with him. Your. gramps. is. whipped. Just pls don't use "grandpappy" as your word of endearment bc it would be a huge mood killer.

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Sorry for the grammar. I tried to fix it the best I could. 😅 I hope you enjoyed it.

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tyrian-sexual · 1 year

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probably not gonna color/finish this but you know mammons the type to forget to knock before barging in during the first few days/weeks of the exchange program

#obey me #obey me solmare #female mc #obey me f!mc #erin bryni #obey me mc #obey me mammon #my art #wip #i refuse to draw MC's room nobody can get me to draw that #work in progress #self insert #self insert x canon #selfshipping

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strawberry-cowmilk · 2 years

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Somebody requested this, so here we go. to the person who asked this: I hope I did your idea justice!

the brothers with a mc who has ankle-length hair

-> brothers x mc

mc is described as being female, not proof read

content warnings: the hair is able to reach the ankles and is shiny

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Lucifer

lucifer doesn't really mind what somebody else looks like, but he has to admit he's intrigued by your hair

he's curious as to how it would feel to the touch, but he'd never directly ask you to feel it

overall, lucifer does lowkey like it until it clogs the shower drain

Mammon

mammon loves your hair, and he feels like he's claimed you as his when he plays with it

every time one of his brothers gets a little too comfortable around you, he'd say something like 'yo, mc lets me touch her hair and no one else, so my human, not your human!'

one time he asked you to sell some of it, though

Leviathan

levi may malfunction from time to time because your hair reminds him of anime hair

if you really want to give him a heart attack, put on the hana ruri cosplay and style your hair like her

even if your hair color is not the same, levi will still be praising you from the floor while crying

Satan

satan doesn't really mind it, short hair, long hair, bald, it's all fine with him

but do you know who do go crazy over your hair? cats, they love to brush past it, walk though it, you name it

that's why satan invites you to come to the cat cafès with him a suspicious amount of times, he likes it when the cats come to you

Asmodeus

'oh mc, your hair is just too beautiful, but not as beautiful as mine! and so shiny, what products do you use?'

walking into asmo's room is the same as walking into a hairsalon

every time you go in, he's gonna want to try some new style out on you

Beelzebub

beel doesn't really mind what you do with your hair either

until he tries to go to some sports game and the staff confiscate the snacks he tried to sneak in

now, every time you go to an event together, you style your hair in a way you can smuggle food in

Belphegor

belphie likes long hair

every time you take a nap together, he falls asleep playing with it, he cuddles against it, he loves the smell, you name it

every time you want to go to the salon for a haircut, belphie may or may not try to stop you until you explain to him that trimming it is needed in order to maintain it

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a/n at the end: Writing the last part for Belphie reminded me of something that might be useful to some of you. Remember I'm not a hairdresser but if you want to grow your hair out, please please please regularly get the ends trimmed when needed. No, those 'split end fix' products don't fix the issue, they only seal the ends together, the damage is still there. (I think). I have long hair and I made these mistakes, and ended up having to chop a ton of hair off. Don't be like me lol.

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satansreadingglasses · 2 years

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Nightclub

Mammon x F!reader. 2.4k words.

Warnings- kind of a lot of plot, no use of condoms (wear condoms), praise, shy mammon, sorta shy reader, fluffff, reader wears a dress, i think that's it?

a/n. oml this took me like three days to write, also not proofread.

You held onto Asmo’s arm tightly, almost scared of the loud music coming from the nightclub across the street. “I-I know I said I wanted to hang out with you tonight, but this isn’t what I meant!” You whined as he dragged you across the street. There was a huge line outside, but with a small smile the bouncer let the two of you in.

“Thanks!” Asmo smiled and led you inside. “I promised I’d introduce you to my brothers tonight though!” He shook you slightly and looked around the packed club.

The two of you had been friends for a little over a year now, he’d brought up his brothers a few other times. And you’d heard of them, who hadn’t? But you’d never met any of them, besides Asmodeus.

“Hey!” He yelled and stuck his hand in the air, a few people looked over, and you shrunk down slightly. He waved and pulled you over towards a booth near the back. There was a large group of people standing around the table, not really talking, not really dancing. Just standing around the group.

You and Asmo sat next to each other in the booth. “Hi!” He waved and smiled at the other boys. There were four boys sitting at the table. You leaned into Asmo, “I thought you said you had 6 brothers.” You whispered.

He laughed and nodded. “I guess Luci and Belphie couldn’t make it.” He shrugged and looked at the four sitting at the table. They were all staring at you closely. “These are Beel-” He pointed to the ginger sitting right across from you. He waved and gave a soft smile. “Satan.” He pointed to the boy next to Beel, who looked very disinterested. But he still gave you a smile. “Levi.” He pointed to a purple haired boy who was pouting in his seat and leaned up against the fourth boy.

“And Mammon.” You had to stop yourself from staring, and looked back at the other three. “It’s nice to meet you all. I’m Y/N.” You smiled at them, though only Beel reciprocated it.

Asmo pushed up against you, and you stood. He slid out of the booth and you sat back down. “I’m gonna get some drinks.” “Me too.” Levi, Beel and Satan all said, almost at the same time. They shared a small glance and then stood. All three of them shuffled out and after Asmo.

You had just about forgotten about Mammon when you felt someone brush up against you. You turned to the side and saw Mammon sitting right next to you now. “Hi.” He said, his smile was a mix of a smirk and a grin.

“Hi.” You said and stared at him. He was just so… pretty. You couldn’t exactly explain it, but he was pretty. He leaned in, so close to you, you thought he was going to kiss you. But instead, he inhaled through his nose. “You smell… so good.” His eyes darted around your face.

You tried to keep your composure, “Did you just sniff me??” You asked and crossed your arms. He glanced down at your chest, before looking back at your face, his face a bit redder now. “Maybe.” He didn’t seem nearly as confident as he had been with his brothers around.

“Well. I’m gonna go find Asmo, he’s my ride.” You stood, but he reached out to hold onto you. Though he held his hand back mere inches away from your hand. “Wait. Y/N.” You bit the inside of your cheek, he almost sounded pathetic.

“Yes, Mammon?” You turned back around, his face was covered in a blush and he looked a little shaky. You couldn’t tell if he had been drinking or not at this point. It was pretty late. Close to midnight. You dug your nails into your arms, he looked pathetic. But in a… good way?

You cursed yourself. “Well?” Mammon asked. You just stared at him. “Huh.”

“Oh. Um. I have a car too. I was gonna leave soon anyways.” He sat up properly, trying to compose himself too. “And it’s not a problem, or whatever.” He avoided eye contact now. “Do you want to?”

You looked back at where Asmo had gone off to, he was flirting with some guy at the bar, who then bought him a drink and he was off again. You sighed and looked around, you couldn’t find any of the other guys and it seemed awkward to just turn around and ask one of his brothers.

“Yeah.”

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Mammon’s car was nice. Really nice.

So nice you had considered taking off your shoes before getting in, but Mammon didn’t seem to mind anything. He just seemed happy to have you in his car.

“So. Nice car.” You turned and stared out the window. The devildom was so pretty at night, full of demons and bright lights. “Huh??” His neck snapped towards you. “Nevermind.” You shook your head and looked around the car.

Your eyes fell on Mammon, his thumb was tapping against the steering wheel and he was humming softly. It was a song you’d heard before. His free hand was resting on the gear shift. You had to admit, he was probably one of the best looking guys you’d seen in a long time.

You could stare at him for hours, his fluffy hair, his doe eyes, how soft his skin looked. You just barely stopped yourself from reaching over and caressing him. You winced and pulled out your phone instead.

You had a couple texts from Asmo.

where r u?

i got us drinks

did u leave :(

And then just now,

wheres mammon??

You winced again and turned your phone off, you’d explain it all when you got home.

“I…” Mammon started, his eyes squinting at the road and his hand gripping the gear shift. “I think ‘yer really pretty.” His eyes darted towards you for a reaction, then back at the road. Your eyes grew wide and you felt all flustered again.

“What??” Was what you wanted to say, but all that came out was “You do?” You mumbled and held the bottom of your dress. He just nodded, and didn’t say anything else.

A few minutes later at a red light, you felt his hand on your thigh. He was biting his lower lip and kept his head tilted towards his window. His lip looked like it was trembling, though you couldn’t tell, because he was biting it.

You rested your fingers on the back of his palm, and looked out your own window. After what felt like forever, you saw your apartment complex up the street. “Up here.” You pointed to the row of buildings and Mammon pulled into the lot.

The two of you sat in silence for another few minutes and then you turned to him. “Can I kiss you?” You instantly regretted it, but the look on his face made it a bit less embarrassing.

His mouth was slightly ajar, his pupils blown wide. “Please.” His voice was just above a whisper.

The kiss was a little awkward, Mammon was bent in such a way that looked almost disturbing, just so he could get a little closer to you. He had one hand on your neck, and the other was keeping him upright on the middle console. His lips were soft though, and he tasted sweet.

You couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, just slightly. It only lasted a couple seconds, and when you pulled away, he was obviously waiting for more. His eyes were wider still, and he quickly looked you up and down, trying to take you all in.

You glanced back at your apartment, your apartment was probably the darkest one on your floor. “I should-” “No yeah, I’ll see you later.” He nodded and finally looked away from you. “Do you wanna come up?” You asked, keeping your hand on the door handle. He nodded, and without another word the two of you walked up to your apartment. You felt his arm snake around your waist as you two neared your apartment.

You pulled out your keys, your hands shaking with excitement. The door to your shitty apartment swung open and you flicked on the lights. “Nice pla-” Mammon was cut off when you pushed him up against the wall. You slid your hands around his wrists and held on tightly, holding him against the wall.

You didn’t waste any time kissing him, there was one sweet one on his lips, followed by a sweet little hum and a smile from Mammon. You moved down to his neck, giving him small bites and licks. He strained against your hands, all he could do was whimper and whine in your ear.

“God, Y/N. I-I need it.” He mumbled, his fingertips gently rubbing the back of your palm. You just smiled against his skin, he started to gently rub himself against your thigh. His heart was pounding in his chest, the minute you let go of his wrists his hands flew to your waist and pulled you further against him. The words coming out of his mouth were barely comprehensible.

“Y/N, Y/N please. You feel so good.” His fingers dug into the flesh of your sides and he grinded harder against your thigh. His breath hitched in his throat when you bit down on his neck, you stayed there. Playing with the pressure of how hard you bit down, and flicking your tongue out. A few seconds later, and there was a wet hickey on his neck, surrounded by your teeth marks.

“You look so pretty, baby boy.” You smiled and brushed your thumb over the mark. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his legs almost fully wrapped around yours now. You pulled yourself away from him when he started whining a bit louder, and his hips got a bit more erratic.

He stared at you, his face covered in a thin layer of sweat, and his eyes just as wide as when you’d first kissed him. “W-what…?” He tilted his head and looked around the apartment.

“C’mon.” You waved him over towards the only door in the small apartment. “Unless you… wanted to stay in the doorway?” He shook his head and followed you into the room. Your bedroom was a lot more put together than the rest of the house, he stood awkwardly by the door watching you get undressed.

You kicked off your shoes and pulled off your dress, leaving you in your bra and underwear, they weren’t anything insanely special. After all, you’d only planned to hang out with Asmo, maybe go back to his house and watch a movie afterwards. But Mammon’s eyes stayed glued to you.

“You look, so fuckin’ pretty.” He took a few steps forward and reached out to touch you. You let him this time, he ran his hands over your arms and leaned in to kiss you. Your heart fluttered as his hands trailed down to your ass and thighs.

He squeezed whatever he could, watching you closely for a reaction. You grabbed onto the bottom of his shirt and tugged it up slightly. He let go of you and let you pull his shirt off. He stared off at a plant you had in your room, his hands fidgeting with the sides of his pants.

You put your hand on his cheek and pulled his face back over towards you, “You’re so handsome, Mammon.” You gave him a smile and his eyes lit up. “Yeah?” You nodded and he was on you again. The two of you stumbled backwards onto your bed, your head hitting the pillow. Mammon looked down at you, taking it all in.

Before he could say anything, you pulled his head back down and kissed him hard. He let out a small whine, and you sat up further. He laid down on your bed, this time he had his head on the pillow. You set your hands on his chest and straddled him, gently grinding down on his cock, that was still in his jeans.

He reached underneath you, his eyes not once leaving you as he undid his pants and shoved them down. You bit down on your lower lip, now rubbing on his cock. You could feel his heartbeat pounding through his chest, his breathing was loud and heavy while his shaky hands held onto your hips.

You moved your hand to your panties and pushed them aside, then carefully grabbed Mammon’s cock. He moved one hand from your hips to cover his mouth, soft whimpers were all you could hear while you started to rub his cock against your slick pussy. When neither of you couldn’t stand the wait anymore, you lined him up and sank down onto him.

The two of you gasped quietly and then were silent. You kept your eyes squeezed shut, trying to adjust to his size. Mammon couldn’t believe what he was seeing, such a pretty girl struggling on his cock. It was too much, he bit down on the back of his hand, trying to stop himself from thrusting up into you.

When you had finally adjusted, you set both your hands back on Mammon’s chest. You raised your hips a few inches, and sank back down slowly. The two of you were shaking now, Mammon was whining and holding onto you so tight you knew it would leave bruises.

After another slow minute, you started to speed up. Mammon pulled his other hand away from his mouth and held onto your hips, he started helping with bouncing you up and down. Watching the way your tits bounced, and the way your eyes scrunched up when you were slammed back down. It took all his energy not to cum right then.

“Y/N, y-ya feel so tight…” You could only nod along to whatever he said, to focused on cumming soon. And a full of his cock stuffing you full and his sweet words, you felt the knot in your stomach snap.

You dug your nails into his skin, drawing a small wince from him, and you stayed as still as your shaking legs would let you. Mammon moved his hands from your hips, around your back and pulled you down into him. He left small kisses all along your neck and cheeks and head.

You hadn’t even noticed the fact that Mammon had cum too, until you felt the warm, wet feeling along your thighs. The two of you stayed put for at least twenty minutes, not saying one word. Until finally, Mammon ran his fingers along your arm and mumbled something. Even though the two of you were so close, you had no clue what he’d said.

“Huh?”

“Do you… wanna do out sometime? W-with me?”

You smiled and pulled him in even closer.

“Yeah.”

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the-devilskid · 2 years

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This is an AU where mc and lucifer married and mc turned into a demon so that she can stay with lucifer for eternity and another personal reason.

They did live for more then an eternity. They had three kids: Lola, Lucas and Liam(they’re triplets).

One day lucifers days came to an end and he passed so mc took over his place coz that’s what he wanted since he and his brothers knew no one can take over his place better then mc. The brothers also see mc as their older sister since she was married to lucifer so they respected her the same way they did to lucifer.

In this AU mc does everything that lucifer used to do. Paperwork, being diavolos right hand man, Vice President of the student council, being the head of the family, the new avatar of pride and the second strongest demon after diavolo…diavolos dad awoke a couple of years after the triplets was born therefore he granted lucifers power to mc in this AU after he passed which made her strong enough to be diavolos right hand man…and the new avatar of pride…

Present day: 6 months after lucifers death

Mammon: *knocks on the door of lucifers office coz mc was in there for the whole day but doesn’t receive a respond* I’m comin’ in

Mammon enters lucifers office and see’s…

Mammon: lucifer…

Lucifer: Mammon…mam*his voice slowly fading to mc’s voice*

Mc: mon..mammon…you need anything? *mc sounds tired coz they’ve been doing paperwork since they woke up and is exhausted by the constant stress of the paperwork*

Mammon: *realises he just saw mc as lucifer coz mc is slowly turning into lucifer* ya should get to bed…ya look tired…

Mc: I’ll go to bed once I’m done with these*points at a huge stack of paper*

Mammon: THAT stack…

Mc: yes THIS stack…I’ll finish it in an hour…

Mammon: ya used too force lucifer to take a break from overworking and now you’re doing the same as him…

Mc: I’m not overworking myself…I just took my 5 minutes break…I’ll go to bed after this I promise*gives him an assuring smile*

Mammon: *sighs in defeat coz he knows mc is stubborn* fine I’ll check on ya in an hour to remind you to go to bed…okay

Mc: okay *smiles softly*

Mammon: *leaves lucifers office to see his brothers,niece and nephews outside*

Mammon: *closes the door and ushers the others to move a bit far from now mcs office*

Levi: so…

Mammon: …

Mammon: I swear I saw lucifer for a secon’ there…they’re slowly turnin’ into him…

Lola,Lucas and Liam looking at each other knowing why their parent is slowly turning into their father…

The brothers: …

Beel: mc didn’t even eat any proper food today…just snacks and tea…

Mammon: and demonus…like loads of it…we gotta do somethin’ or we might lose them forever…like lucifer *the last sentence comes out almost as a whisper* I don’t wanna lose them too…

……………………………………………………

Tell me if should continue this…if I should then the next part would begin from when lucifer and mc met mcs mother…it will make sense from there

Honestly this is an imagine I had if I ever dated lucifer and I can’t get it out of my head so I would really like you guys to read what I imagined too :)

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mc #obey me beel #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me Levi #obey me asmo #obey me diavolo #obey me simeon #obey me barbatos #obey me belphie #obey me x reader #obey me x f!reader

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meensi-simp · 1 year

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Mammon: I ain't got nothing for ya

Mammon: Oh, that's right, I got something for ya.

MC: You facking liar

#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me mc #obey me surprise guest #x #d #f #g #r #e #66 #hh #y #h #w

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sparkbeast20 · 2 years

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You are never a mistake (Prologue)

Summary: The morning after you woke up with your lover gone. Decided to move on like nothing had happened, until two month later you found out that your pregnant.

Note: This will have F!MC with she/her, and this is just a prologue where you don't know who's lover and the father of your child. (also No proofread :3)

Warning: Implied Sex (No Smut), Feeling Unloved and Abandon, Pregnancy, and Hiding said Pregnancy.

You want to be angry at someone, but you can. This is your mistake and you have to live with it.

All you can do is just curl up in your tub and cry at the fact the tests are all positive. The pregnant test on the sink counter with big two lines saying or mocking you that you are carrying something!

You recall what happened, it was two months ago at the demon lord castle celebrating your two years anniversary of being in devildom. Simeon tucked Luke in so the real party began.

All seem great, everyone is enjoying themselves until someone you can’t remember brought out a special kind of Demonus. And all of you started drinking and soon everyone was in a frenzy. Well lucky you and someone snuck away from the party and went to one of guest room of the castle.

Once he locked the door, he turned around, walked towards you and began to kiss you passionately and confess his feelings.

You wish you remembered who it was, your memory was fuzzy but you could be so happy.

You and your lover start stripping, while your lips are still locked together. Soon you two are naked as he gently lays you down on the bed, as he climbs on top of you.

During all of this you feel so happy, even telling him that you love him. Soon he went all at it. As the two of you are lost in each other's warmth.

As soon as your lover finally comes down, he slowly sets you back on the bed, hovering over you, he moves his hand to tuck the hair behind your ear, and leans down and kisses your cheek as he whispers sweet praise. Before laying on his side next to you, you scoot close and nuzzle into him. Before letting your sleep take over.

You know that once you're sober and with a clear head you can tell him that all you said was true.

But of how mean reality is, because as soon as you woke up he was gone. You look around the room and sure enough he just left you in the room.

The feeling of being hurt and alone made you think all the reason he left, was it that you weren't good enough? Was it just a one night thing? Was it all because of the Demonus… was it all a mistake… were you just a mistake to him?

You wanted to cry or scream… But you did the only thing you do. You bury it deep down and move on. You're lucky that you don’t remember his face otherwise things might be awkward for everybody.

So that's what happened. You forget or ignore what happened and move on with your day. Sleep, go to RAD, chatting with the brothers, royals and the purgatory boys.

While subconsciously you watch any of the men if on the off chance you can spot your one hit lover.

But with no luck you just drop it and move on.

Until this morning, when you start to feel nauseous and immediately run to the bathroom, then you lean on the towel and start puking. Once you're done you push yourself off the towel and head to the sink, you open your medicine cabinet and it hits you, right in the cabinet was your tampons and you begin to remember when was the last time you had your period. And it was before the party at the castle.

You backup your back against the wall before you slide on to the floor. You stare blankly at your tampons with your mind and keep repeating the word pregnant.

You shook your head. You don’t want it to be true, you refuse to like it to be. You push yourself off the floor and out of the house determined to know the answer. You head to the nearest pharmacy and buy a whole box of pregnancy tests.

You ask to put it in a paper bag, but are scared if the brothers see you buying it and angry if one of them is the “father” you don’t want him to know.

Once back at the house, you head straight to your room and lock the door. You took three tests at a time. While you wait for the results you look over your phone and see messages from the eleven men you hold dear.

As you read through them, you get more angry, your mind blames all of them because if one of them is your lover that night. Suddenly you felt something moving in your stomach. Making you drop your phone and quickly place a hand on your stomach.

You start to panic, you quickly look at your clock, as it has been ten minutes you immediately run to the bathroom and look at all three tests. You start to feel tears falling on your cheeks as you start all three tests, all are positive.

Which is how you got at this moment curled up in the tub staring at the drain of the tub lost on how you will go on and hide that fact you are pregnant. Then you felt the same movement again only this time you instinctively place your hands over your stomach. You felt them moving within you, in some way they are trying to comfort you in your time of sadness. Something within you starts to feel love again, the love for your unborn baby.

They aren’t the mistake, they are the result of your mistake and your lover, you made a silent vow that you will never treat or blame them for this. In a way you see them as a blessing, ironic if their father is a demon.

Speaking of our unknown lover. You don’t want him to find out that you are carrying his child, if he didn’t stay that morning means that he regret that night, he regret having sex with you.

He has no right, not to you or the child. But it would mean leaving.

Yes it might be a huge leap on leaving, but if he doesn’t want to be with you, and he had two months to tell you why he left since you're willing to give him a second chance. But he didn’t.

Instead he acted like it never happened. Which is the main reason for you to choose to leave.

But if you leave without knowing where to go, he’ll find out and try to look for you.

Then you recall a witches coven in devildom with the head witch is none other than Maddi. They are willing to help a fellow human. And added that they can help you power and statues within the human world. Well within the magical society.

At that moment you made up your mind.

You quickly pack your things that aren't connected to devildom and quickly snuck out the house while the brothers are out.

After hours of walking, you finally made it to the Maddi witches coven’s mansion here in devildom

“Well, well it isn’t Diavolo’s little human student.”

You jump when you hear someone behind you. You turn around to see a woman who looks to be in her 30’s “Uh yeah, that’s me-”

“No way aren’t you also Solomon’s little apprentice!” you jump again at the sudden appearance of a younger witch behind you.

“What brings you here young one?” the older witch asks as she looks at you from top to bottom. Then she stopped at your stomach. You feel scared for your baby. You quickly pull up your bag over your stomach. You look at you with a semi shocked face. “Your carrying a new life”

“Aw~ well what do you expect? She was surrounded by hot demons for two years. I’m more surprised that she didn’t get knocked up sooner!” the younger witch giggled.

You start to regret your decision, as tears start to fall from your eyes. The older witch moves close and slaps the younger witch’s arm.

“How can you be insensitive! Clearly the father did something to make her seek us out” she glares at the young witch before soften when she turns to you. She reaches and wipes your tears. “Now don’t let her words get to you. Sadness isn’t good for the baby. Now tell mother Maddi what you need.” She places a hand on your back as the two of you walk towards the mansion.

Note: Okay, this was suppose take place at the start of season 2, but decide to make this as MC leaving and seek help to witches since they might help her with a demonic/angelic pregnancy.

Also this going to be a quick pregnancy (like in twilight) since it a half demon or angel baby.

So which character should I write first? (I have Belphie's story planned out and Mammon) But I really want to know your thoughts on this and how should I approach their story, and don't worry this is all going to have happy endings.

If there’s grammar or spelling error, please let me know and don’t be shy to leave a comment or rebloging with cute tags. I just love to see you guys thoughts on this :3

#obey me #omswd #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me maddi #obey me f!mc #obey me f!mc X character

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demonvibez · 9 months

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Hello, I came here to ask you a request: Mc is wearing a pajama (nightgown, little shorts, whatever you want) that shows a little bit too much. So one day, Mc comes down to the kitchen in the middle of the night, taking advantage about the brothers sleeping in their rooms so no one would see her like this, and suddenly, she bump into one of the brothers. How would they react?

A/N: Thank you so much for this request, and sorry for the delay! I started working on it, got writer's blocked, solved the block, then got...inspired, lol. This ended up being like 8 lil narrative one shots. Anyways - This is only part one of two; hope you like! ♡

Characters: [Lucifer / Mammon / Leviathan / Satan] x F! Reader

Word Count: 4.6k+

Rating: Teen [Suggestive Themes]

Tags: suggestive/sexual themes, making out, light petting/groping, reader = she/her pronouns, each demon has a lil backstory

[Part One of Two - Read Part Two Here]

It was late at night in the House of Lamentation, and you had just finished preparing yourself for bed. You had finished your homework for the day, as well as your nighttime routine, and it was time for you to settle down. Just as you sit down on the edge of your bed, you start thinking about how it would be nice to have a quick little snack before you turn in to sleep for the night. Picking up your DDD from the nightstand, you check the time to see just how late it was. You decide that it was probably late enough for everyone to be asleep, and it was safe to venture out into the house alone with what you are wearing - a skimpy spaghetti strap tank top and tiny shorts that leave little to the imagination. You push yourself up off the bed and cross the room, making your way towards the door. Leaving your bedroom door open, you make your way towards the kitchen next door . . .

For the Avatar of Pride, staying up late and overworking himself was a normal part of his daily routine. Usually after dinner, he hides himself away in his study so that he can start working his way through the mountains of paperwork sent to him from his superiors. Usually every night, he has the same routine - he finishes his RAD related paperwork, takes a break to patrol the House, stops by the kitchen for a cup of Hell Coffee and then back up to his study to deal with the paperwork associated with his political duties.

Lucifer starts making his way down the hall for his nightly rounds through the House, as he normally does at this hour. He usually does this in order to make sure his brothers’ mischief was kept at a minimum, but it’s in order to keep you safe as well. He couldn't help but to notice that the chaos in their House had increased quite a bit since you had arrived - some of it from his brothers dragging you into their antics, some of it chaos created all on your own, and some of it external chaos that seeks to consume your beautifully shiny soul. When you first arrived here, you used to be a major source of his headaches. He used to struggle with how to punish you, seeing as you were the fragile little human sent here for Lord Diavolo's exchange mission. But now, the more Lucifer thinks about you, he cannot deny to himself the fondness that has grown for you within his heart. A smile twitches at his lips for a brief moment before he refocuses himself on his task.

Just as he is making his way down the stairs to check the first floor, he hears a noise coming from the kitchen area, a faint glow emitting from its frame and spilling into the hallway. He lets out an exasperated sigh to himself, believing it to be Beelzebub on one of his frivolous late night snack missions. Crossing his arms in front of his chest, he strides towards the kitchen door, scripting the lecture he wants to give in his mind as he walks. How many times must he punish the Sixth Born?

When he reaches the doorway, he halts at the unexpected sight before him, and he can’t help but to stand back and observe. He sees you in the kitchen, illuminated by the light of the refrigerator, looking through what’s left of its contents for a snack. You look so innocent while doing so, completely unaware of your surroundings. He wasn’t used to seeing you like this - hell, he wasn’t even used to seeing you dressed like this. Usually dressed in your RAD uniform, the attire you were currently wearing is much more revealing than what he is used to seeing you in. The way the thin cotton fabric clings to your curves, he couldn't stop his eyes from roaming your entire body. You grab something from the fridge, closing it before making your way over to the kitchen island with the leftover Acidic Hell Fries you found. Sitting down with your back turned to the door, you open up the tray and lean in to take a bite, all the while Lucifer can’t help but notice the way your shirt rides up the arch of your back, the way the waistband of your shorts sit right at your hip, the way your skin just looks so soft. He wasn’t sure how a human could stir up such emotions in him, but he was in fact curious to see where it would take him.

In a rare moment of impulsivity, Lucifer swiftly makes his way towards you. Before you even have time to register the Avatar of Pride's presence, he sets both of his hands on the table on each side of you, effectively trapping you between him and the counter. He leans down closer to your ear, the scent of his cologne filling your senses, as he whispers your name into your ear with a very seductive tone. "What do you think you're doing here," he asks, his tone husky as you can feel the warmth of his breath fanning against your skin. Your pulse accelerates as he presses his lips to your earlobe, his gloved hands now slowly finding their way around your waist as Lucifer trails light kisses down the soft flesh of your neck. You would usually have some sort of snarky comeback for Lucifer, stating how it was obvious why you were in the kitchen shoveling fries into your face at half past midnight. But in this moment you couldn't muster up a retort, your brain beginning to fog up with the haze of pleasure that Lucifer's touch can bring. As he continued to tease your neck, occasionally nipping at it with his fangs, his hands began to drift lower on your body, lightly teasing at your waistband. One of his hands pulls your chin up to him, your eyes fluttering shut as his lips collide with yours in a way that sets your soul ablaze with passion.

He slowly pulls away from the kiss, your eyes slowly opening to see his crimson orbs gazing back at you with lust, love and admiration. He slightly loosens his hold on you, before turning you around on the barstool you sat upon to face him. He brushes the hair out of your eyes, tucking it back behind your ear before leaning down to press one more kiss on your lips. When he pulled away this time, you chased his lips with his own, filling him with a sense of pride at the idea that you're craving more of him - much like he craves more of you. He lets out a small chuckle before suddenly sweeping you up in his arms, your legs dangling over one side while your arms instinctively wrap around his neck for safety. "We're heading straight to my room," he said along with your name in a confident tone, "and I hope you have plenty of energy, because we won't be getting much sleep tonight." He carried you out of the kitchen and up the stairs, taking no time getting you to his room and into his silk sheets.

Mammon had just recently arrived home about an hour ago from one of his many side hustles he did to help earn some extra Grimm and pay back a few of his debts. The witches have been hassling him even more than normal recently, threatening a variety of curses if he doesn't comply with their demands, so he's had to take up multiple side hustles in order to make enough money. He could have sworn he paid them off a while ago - math is one of Mammon's strong suits and he always keeps his debt ledger up to date. He's pretty damn sure the witches are just jealous of you, and take it out on him one of the few ways they know will work. They would never mess with you directly - and risk earning the wrath of all seven Avatars of Sin? And perhaps even the Future King of the Devildom himself? Hell nah. They'll just keep toying with Mammon the way they know best.

Normally, Mammon would be pretty exhausted after a grueling shift of serving tables at Hell’s Kitchen, but tonight for some reason, he was feeling restless and couldn’t seem to settle down. He had completed his nightly routine and settled into bed, but he found himself feeling restless, scrolling Devilgram instead and finding himself growing bored rather quickly. After tossing and turning in his bed for what felt to him like an eternity, he let out an annoyed groan and pushed himself out of bed. If he couldn’t lull himself to sleep, he might as well go find his favorite human. He crossed the room to pick up his designer underwear and sweatpants off the couch, slipping them both on before making his way to the door. Once his door is closed, he starts briskly but silently making his way across the hall and down the stairs, doing his best to avoid running into any of his brothers - namely, Lucifer.

Making a beeline straight for your room, Mammon notices the door is open and just walks inside as if he owns the place. “Oi, human! I’m bored, why don't ya-” he says, before looking around to see that the room is actually empty. “Where the hell even are ya,” he mumbles to himself with an exasperated huff, turning about-face and exiting your room. As he steps out into the hallway, he finally notices the kitchen light is on. He starts stomping his way over to the kitchen, mumbling something about how much work it is to watch after one stupid little human, when he crosses the threshold of the door and almost bumps into you as he is turning the corner. "Aye, what gives," he says in an almost shouting tone, "ya gotta watch it, human! Ya gotta be more careful! Ya ain't always gonna have the Great Mammon to..." he trailed off as he finally looks down at you, taking in fully just how you look and what you are wearing. His eyes widen and his jaw drops, standing there completely frozen in shock as his eyes scan you up and down repetitively.

Despite the many times the two of you have shared a bed, he has never seen you wear something so small and form fitting as pajamas before. Usually when he was over, you'd just wear an oversized tee shirt and some baggy sweatpants, which was usually cute and endearing in its own way. But tonight, since you assumed you would be spending the night alone, you wore something you thought no one would see you in. And now here you are in the kitchen, the Avatar of Greed stood in front of you, a blushing and stammering mess. The more of his golden eyes took in of you, the more he could feel the greed rise up within him. Every little inch of skin, every little curve of your body has Mammon craving more and more, his avarice knowing no bounds when it comes to you. Typically, in moments like these, the tsundere side of Mammon's brain would kick in, and a flurry of denials would leave his lips before you could even playfully accuse him of anything. Seeing you like this has Mammon forgetting all about those silly habits, his mind focused on wanting only one thing - you.

In this moment, Mammon can't help but succumb to his greed. His hands reach out to pull you into his bare chest, his demon form now on full display and eyes glowing as gold as Grimm. His arms tighten around you in a possessive hold as he buries his face in your hair, your scent as intoxicating to him as the most expensive Demonus on record. You feel his hands roam your body, feeling both his soft skin and his rings' hard metal gliding up and down your back. You melt into his touch, your arms instinctively wrapping around his torso. "I've been lookin' for ya," he mumbles into your hair. Before you can even fathom a response, Mammon's hands find their way under your ass, hoisting you up and setting you on the counter. He leans in and presses his lips to yours with a sense urgency you hadn't seen from the Avatar of Greed previously, his yearning and need for you growing with each kiss. As his tongue brushes your lips, they part and allow him entrance, and the way your two tongues dance with each other sends Mammon over the edge, feeling that same greed start to build within you. Mammon's kisses became hungrier and sloppier the more he could feel his sin in the air, a hint of lust mixing with it as his hands squeeze your ass, your own hands roaming his beautifully brown torso. "Mine," he states simply, as he breaks the kiss momentarily.

He picks you up once again, your legs squeezing his waist as you fling your arms around his neck. He runs off with you to his room to have his way with you - and to hoard you to himself like the Devildom's finest treasure.

It wasn’t at all unusual for Leviathan to stay up all hours of the night. On this night in particular he was counting down the hours until the newest merch drop from his favorite idol group, Sucre Frenzy. He picks up his Bufo Egg Milk Tea to take a sip, only to hear the slurping sound of his cup being empty. Looking at the clock at the bottom right of his monitor, he mentally notes that he still has an hour and a half before the drop, which should be more than enough time to run downstairs and raid the fridge. He presses pause on the song he was listening to on Devilfy, pulling off his headset and making his way out of his bedroom door. He pulls his DDD out of the pocket of his hoodie, swiping it open and pressing on the 'Mononoke Land' app. Checking to see if there were currently any in-game spirits lurking in the House, Levi games as he presses forward towards the kitchen, his own IRL mission falling to the back of his mind as he continued to focus on the side quest on his phone. One hand in his pocket while the other clutches his device, his tail slides along the handrail of the staircase, making sure he doesn't stumble as he tunes out the rest of the world.

He really hopes you can make it to hang out for the drop tonight! When he invited you at dinner you seemed interested, but you told him you weren't sure if you'd be able to stay awake that late or not. He would really love it if you are able to - everything is more enjoyable for the Lord of Shadows when he has his Henry by his side! It makes him excited even thinking about it! Maybe he'll swing by your room on the way back from the kitchen and see if you're awake! Or...that maybe awkward? What if you're asleep and he wakes you up? What if he annoys you? Maybe he'll just send you a text instead. Either way, he loves you more than all of his anime combined, and it would be the highlight of his entire month to spend tonight's event with you.

Refocusing on his game, he turns the corner to cut back towards the kitchen. He doesn't even notice the kitchen light on ahead, nor does he hear the clattering and clanking coming from inside. All he can seem to focus on is Mononoke Land. As he walks past your room, he does a double take, expecting to see you in your bed. On second glance, he notices you missing from your room, and Leviathan couldn't help but be confused as he pauses in your doorway. It's almost one in the morning and you aren't in your room?! Where in the Devildom could you possibly be?! You're probably hanging out with one of his brothers, aren't you?! You're probably in one of their rooms, in one of their beds, doing Dia knows what while he's down here getting some stupid snacks for his stupid merch drop. 'Stupid stupid stupid I'm so stupid! Of COURSE she wouldn't want to waste time her time with a disgusting otaku like me! IT'S NOT FAIR IT'S NOT FUCKING FAIR!!' A wave of envy washes over him so powerful that he fights everything within himself not to summon Lotan and flood the House. His fists clench his DDD, stressing it from the pressure as his knuckles turn white. His eyes blaze a bright orange as jealousy rages within him like a hurricane brewing over the sea.

Wanting nothing more than to barricade himself in his room and never come out, Leviathan angrily marched onward towards the kitchen, determined to get his snacks and get the hell back to his room so he can wallow in his feelings. Hastily making his way through the kitchen's threshold, he doesn't see you as he barrels straight into you, knocking you backwards. Before his mind can fully process what's going on, his tail grabs ahold of you, wrapping around your waist and preventing you from hitting the floor. His eyes finally connect with yours, and he realizes that it's you he has run into. A quick scan of the room tells him you had been in here alone, and suddenly he feels foolish for the jealous tantrum he was throwing in his mind.

"I-I'm s-s-sorry...I didn't see y-you th-" he stammers, now looking down at you to see exactly what you were dressed in. Is this what you normally wear to bed? Levi hadn't ever seen anything like it in real life. The way the fabric highlights all of your best features, putting just the right amount of emphasis on how perfect your curves were...he could have sworn you were drawn by his favorite manga artist. His eyes roamed your body up and down, his face heating up as rapidly as his heart rate is rising. 'OH FUCK, I'm staring aren't I?! She probably hates me, I'm so gross, such a worthless perv, I need to stop staring WHATTHEFUCKDOIDO?!?' he panics internally, his hands starting to tremble. He tilts his head down to focus on the floor, when he finally processes that his tail has been autonomously wrapped around your waist the entire time. "I'M SO SORRY," he half shouts at you, as he starts to unravel his tail.

Suddenly, Levi takes pause, as he hears you gently call out his name, one of your hands resting on his tail while the other reaches out to stroke his cheek. "Levi...whatever you're thinking right now...stop," you reassured him. Before he could hide his face from you, you leaned in to press your lips to his in a soft but loving kiss. At first, Levi just stands there frozen in shock but after a moment he kisses you back. He's still unsure of what to do with himself - he doesn't want to ruin this moment - but he doesn't want it to end either, so he stands with his hands awkwardly at his sides and pours every ounce of love of passion he can into the kiss. While he may not know what to do with his hands, his tail seemed to enjoy exploring your body, causing you to let out a tiny soft moan when it makes its way around the top of your thigh. You wrap your arms around his neck, continuing the kiss as you press your body against his.

After a few more moments, the two of you pull away from each other, both trying to catch your breaths. Before Leviathan could even muster a response, you grab his hand, the sweetest of smiles plastered across your face. "Come on, let's go to your room, Levia-chan. I can think of a few ways for us to kill time until your merch drop launches," you said as you start pulling him towards the door. Suddenly you weren't tired, and Levi didn't care about the snacks - with you, he may even end up forgetting about the merch drop.

Before you had even thought of grabbing a snack from the kitchen, Satan had already made his way down there and was rifling his way through the fridge looking for something suitable to feed his secret kitten friend out in the garden. Earlier in the night, Satan came outside to the garden in order to calm down and let his inner rage subside. He had wanted to spend the remainder of his evening with you curled up in his lap as he reads to you, a warm fire crackling in the fireplace nearby, as the two of you ignore the world for each other and a great plotline - there was no other way he'd rather spend his evening. But of course, his insufferable eldest brother had to stick his prideful nose in where it didn't belong and drag you away, just as he was asking you to join him after dinner. It was almost as if the Avatar of Pride has an extra sense for when Satan wanted alone time with you, always interfering and coming up with some smug excuse as to why you need to be stolen away right when Satan needs you. That pompous ass was always going out of his way to stoke the flames of Satan's wrath on purpose! 'One day he'll get back at that bastard, he'll put him right in his place!'

Satan continued pacing in circles in the garden, his demon form on full display as rage flows through him like an ice river through one of the lower pits of hell. He wasn't doing the best job at calming himself down at first, you not being there to help ground him, so it was taking a bit longer than normal. It was always so much easier to calm himself with you there - just a few simple words or a quick hug usually doing the trick. But for now he was alone, and he was drawing a blank on what he else should do. He completed one more pace around the garden before, before letting out an annoyed huff and sat himself down on the nearest bench. As he was about to pull out his DDD to text you to see where you were, he hears a rustling in the bushes. His emerald eyes scan the area, no signs of life immediately apparently, before he sees a pair of glowing eyes peer out at him from underneath one of the bushes. A small smile tugs at his lips as it dawns on him who the eyes belong to - one of his stray feline friends that likes to wander through every now and then. He pushes himself up off the bench and slowly crosses over towards the cat, holding out his hand as he tries to coax it out of the bush. The cat immediately starts to back into the bush, shaking it's head at Satan, causing him to take pause. He chuckles to himself as he comes to the realization of what she is asking for - the cat wants a treat.

Satan straightens himself up, making his way back into the House to find some cat friendly snacks in the kitchen. When he arrives there, he is alone, and makes a beeline straight for the fridge. It was usually wishful thinking for anyone in the House of Lamentation to try to hide food in the kitchen, but sometimes Satan was able to get away with it for the sake of his kitten buddies. Crouching down to open the bottom drawer, Satan reaches in to pull out some of the Devildom cat treats he had stashed back behind the drawer. Setting the pouch of treats on the counter, he opens up one of the cupboards and pours what is left of the treats onto a saucer, before tossing the empty wrapper in the trash and making his way towards the kitchen door. Little did he expect in all of this, you came walking through the door at the same time, neither of you really paying attention. Before either of you can stop yourselves, you quite literally run into each other, the saucer of meaty cat treats smooshing against Satan's chest and then dropping to the floor. Satan can feel his wrath rising inside him once again, drenching him like an ice cold shower, his aura turning dark as his demon form makes an appearance once again. He hasn't even looked up to see who caused the collision, assuming one of his brothers is to blame yet again, his jaw clenching as his mind races to formulate it's retaliation.

His glowing green eyes finally lift to see exactly who the guilty party is, only for his eyes to meet yours instead. You begin to stammer out a stream of apologies, but seeing you immediately calms the inner turmoil of his mind, the storm suddenly calm within him.

His gazes roams over you for a moment, Satan suddenly finding himself speechless as he takes in exactly how breathtaking you look in such casual attire. The way straps of your tank top accentuate your collar bones, giving way to how the fabric hugs your perfect chest...Satan suddenly couldn't remember what he was mad about in any point in the day. He couldn't even bother to care why he was in the kitchen in the first place. He gently takes one of your hands with both of his, raising it to his lips to press a kiss into your knuckles. A warm smile spreads across his face as his hands find your hips, pulling you closer into him. One of his hands moves to rub the small of your back as the other tilts your chin upwards to him. He holds your gaze for a moment, adoration apparent in his eyes, before he leans in to share a passionate kiss with you.

The moment his lips caress your own, your heartbeat goes through the roof, and you can't help but to lean into him and melt into his touch. His hand on your chin moves to hold the back of your neck, his tongue brushing your bottom lip, asking for more. Your hands find themselves on his chest as your lips back, your tongues clashing together in a desperate bid to feel more of each other. Your hands slide down his chest and abs, lightly tugging at his belt when you get to his waist. He chuckles into the kiss before nipping at your bottom lip with one of his fangs, grabbing your hips with both hands as he slows the pace of the kiss.

Eventually he breaks the kiss, resting his forehead on yours. "You always know how to make me feel better, kitten," he said as you slide your hands up his front and lace them behind his neck. "What do you say we retreat to my room to continue this encounter?" he leans in to steal one more kiss from you lips before taking you by the hand and pulling you up to his room.

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