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obey-me-headquarters · 11 months

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A/B/O Scent Headcanons

Some basic info about scenting in my au: scenting is a non-sexual and non-romantic act. It's basically just claiming someone as "mine," whether that be my lover, my friend, my kid, my older brother, etc. Scenting can also have a less clear relationship than those, sometimes when you scent someone just because you have strong fond feelings for them without defining what those fond feelings are.

Different relationship claims will also smell different. If someone claimed you as an older brother, it'll smell different than then claiming someone else as a lover. So it's obvious to others what the relationship is between the scented and the scenter. (Is scenter a word?)

People scent their pets or their favorite blanket or stuffed animal.

There's also different ways to scent someone, from hugging them to rubbing their head/ruffling their hair to shoulder checking them. When people scent, they give off more pheromones in the hopes that their scent will stick to whatever they're trying to scent.

This also means that it's pretty obvious when someone is scenting someone else. Usually. Some people are very sneaky and can scent someone without the other person realizing. This is usually done by only rubbing off a small part of their scent onto another person.

None of the brothers realize, but they're basically always smelling a bit like Lucifer. This is because Lucifer is constantly scenting them as his little brothers/pups (only when he's feeling snappy and a little drunk does he scent them as his kids). It's a parental instinct, as parents will commonly constantly scent their children.

Nobody notices this (besides Diavolo, Barbatos, and Simeon, who all tease him about it). If one of the brothers are alway from the Devildom/Lucifer for a while, they'll notice that they smell slightly different.

They can't tell why or how they smell different, but it makes them anxious. They feel like something is wrong, but they can't put their finger on what. They frequently complain about how off they feel. Until they arrive back home and Lucifer is there waiting at the door to ruffle their hair and scold them for being gone so long, subtly scenting them, and they instantly relax.

Besides that, only the twins openly scent each other as everyone else is the household is too emotionally represented to admit they care about each other. Beel and Belphie always smell like each other, and it's actually difficult to determine what they smell like on their own.

Beel took it really hard when when Belphie was locked in the attic and didn't let others come into their room in fear that they'll replace Belphie's scent. That's why he didn't want you sleeping in Belphie's bed when you stayed over.

Simeon and Luke often scent each other. Simeon says that he's scenting Luke like a friend, but he's totally scenting like Luke is his kid. Luke also pretends that he isn't scenting Simeon like a big brother (or a dad).

Barbatos doesn't scent Luke, no matter how much Diavolo teases him, too. But after their last baking lesson before the first year end to the exchange program, Luke hugged Barbatos goodbye, and Barbatos instinctively scented Luke. It was in a protégé/fondess way but Barbatos was still pretty embrassed as he didn't let his instincts overpower him like that. Luckily, if Luke noticed, he didn't say anything.

Since you don't have the same sense of smell as everyone else, you can't tell whose an Omega and whose an Alpha from scent alone. You also have a harder time telling apart scents and if you've been scented.

This causes an uproar in the house when you come home selling like Simeon after your weekly tea date.

Even though Solomon can't scent you the traditional with, he makes up with it the same way he fixes all (most) of his problems: magic! He created potions that increase his scent and give you long hugs afterward to mess with the brothers. It's his way of saying, "I'm here too. Just because I'm human, it doesn't mean I don't have a claim."

The brothers looooooove to scent you. Especially since you don't even realize that you're being scented/are scented. It allows them to be little tnusdere cowards.

Sometimes, random demons at RAD like to scent you too. At first, this was an intimidation thing. To try and scare you and claim you as "their" food. But as time passed and you got a few pacts, it became a way to get street cred. Like, 3 of the 7 Lords have pacts with them, and my scent is on them!

Some demons see scenting you as a power move against the brothers. Got your shit stolen by Lord Mammon? Did Lord Beelzebub eat your lunch? Did Lord Asmodeus sleep with your s/o? Override their scent with your own on their precious human!

This is seen as a very bold and very stupid thing to do by most of the student body. It doesn't matter if you and the demon aren't publicly mated. Don't override a Lord's claim! The only brother no demon would ever override (outside of his family and a very annoying human, angel, prince, and butler) is Lucifer. No petty grievance is worth becoming Cerberus' chew toy.

When you get a fan club (clut) of your own (otherwise know as the Human Appreciation Club) and demons start to respect you, secret admirers start scenting you. You just think that the Devildom is really touchy with how many surprise hugs and shoulder checks you get. It also helps that you don't seem to mind being scented, so the other demons assume you're fine with being scented.

The brothers absolutely despise this, especially when you come home smelling like a dozen other demons and not them. But they can't say anything, or they'll reveal that they've been secretly scenting you too.

Diavolo is a big fan of scenting, but he has to be careful. Him scenting someone he isn't publicly mated to will make the tabloids go crazy. So, no random scenting.... usually.

When you're not expected to be around the demon population, he gets a little bolder and is willing and excited to try scenting you. Like when you're in the Human Realm, for example.

He gets extremely excited about it, too. You think it's a little sad how excited Diavolo gets about a hug so you don't mention how long it is. Dia is luckily that you can't tell when something is scenting because he is SO obvious.

Barbatos thinks he's above such childish courtship rituals..... yet. You arrive home after a baking lesson with Barbatos and Luke smelling like a certain butler...

Belphie sents you constantly. Whenever you two nap together, he's cuddling up to you and rubbing his scent glands against you. Even when he's asleep, he unconsciously scents you. This causes quite a bit of infighting between the brothers as you'll go to sleep smelling like Levi and wake up only smelling of Belphie.

The time Belphie doesn't completely envelop you in his scent is when you're scented by Beel. Even when he's asleep, he will add his scent with his twin's but never overpower it.

Beel scents you before and after a Fangol game. Before because he feels like he plays better when he knows that you got his scent on him. And after because he gets so happy when he wins and wants to share the win.

Satan scents and claims all alley cats in the Devildom. Shop owners and residents know that if they come across a kitty that's been claimed by the Avatar of Wrath, they better treat it right and pamper it.

So when you come strolling through smelling like Satan, store owners are quick to give you similar treatment. You're surprised to see how generous the Devildom shop owners are. They're constantly offering you free samples, even when the store doesn't typically offer them, and discounts are constantly added to your purchase.

No shop owner wants to end up like that deli owner who kicked out one of Satan's claimed cats from his store.... collective shudder.

Satan gets very embarrassed if the shop owners do thus in front of him, and he pretends to have no idea why they're acting strangely. But he doesn't tell them to stop...

Levi doesn't think he's good enough to scent you himself before his room is kinda already covered in his scent on account of how many of his favorite items are in it. So after a long gaming session or anome binge, you end up smelling like Levi anyway.

Levi immediately blushes when he notices and retreats into his room without explaining. On one hand, Levi loves that you don't seem to notice that you're scented. Because in his mind, if you knew you'll be disgusted and immediately wash his scent off. But on the other, Levi so desperately wants everyone to know that you're claimed by him.

Levi also gets insanely jealous if you come into his room smelling like anyone else. He almost canceled your gaming sections when you came in smelling like Mammon. Once, when you were scented by Lucifer, Levi was pouting in his gaming chair. He knew he couldn't compete when the eldest, so he didn't see a point in throwing a fit.

It's only when you cuddle up to his Ruri-chan body pillow that smells like him, replacing Lucifer's scent, does Levi cheer up. In his mind, you chose him over Lucifer, even if it wasn't a conscious choice.

Asmo is incredibly shameless when it comes to scenting you. The moment he sees you, he's wrapping you in a hug and nuzzling unto your neck. He also pouts if you wash off his scent, even if you don't know what you're doing. He's the one out likely to spill the beans and tell you about scenting. His brothers will have to warn him about punishments for him, not to spill.

He likes to think of you not knowing like it's a little game, how bold can he be before you ask him what's he's doing? How long before you catch on?

When you come home smelling like some random demon who overrides his scent, he's pissed. His envy rivals Levi's and his rage rivals Satan's. How dare some no name, low level demon scum overscent his claim!!

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tetonichi · 8 months

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Asmo's heat

Characters: omega!Asmo х brothers Rating: Mature/Explicit ; Minors DNI Genre: Smut Tags: A/B/O, demoncest, full agreement and love between all of them

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All angels are betas, but when angels become demons, it becomes more difficult for them.

When the brothers fell, Asmodeus was the worst of all, because he became a demon of lust, and also an omega, and this is a TERRIBLE combination.

Just imagine how his very first heat began, and then another and another, without any regularity. Just a downed mode of heats, which brought huge suffering to the Asmo who was not used to it yet. Constant fever, abdominal pain and a monstrous desire for warmth nearby in the form of someone's body.

Imagine how all the brothers come to Asmo in turn. Imagine how they gently-slowly-roughly-deeply fuck him one at a time and several at once, saying "you're so good" or "now, now, honey".

They cannot fail to come, because the only omega of the House of Lamentation must be loved.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me brothers #demoncest #obey me omegaverse #obey me A/B/O

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hellsslibrary · 1 year

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Hi...um oh shit. This's my first request, so sorry if it's bad... Anyway, can you write headcanons on the demon brothers going into their first heat with their alpha(Male reader)?

(If you can't it's not a problem😁)

❀Headcanons about the demon brothers and their first heat with Alpha!Male!MC❀

DNI: minors.

!!Warnings: omegaverse, heat, breeding kink, implied poly!Mc, breeding kink, praise, Dom!Lucifer, possessiveness, lactation(Lucifer), pet play(Satan), P*ss kink(Mammon), Marking, somnophilia(Belphie), Beel want to be a mother, demonic form(Levi, Belphie), Masochist Satan, Chest play(Asmo), kind of Daddy kink(?) (Asmo).

Lucifer

Probably the rarest and fastest heats in the family. Like, he just drinks pills and forgets about these heats, without even paying attention to it. But sometimes he gets too much work or stress from his brothers and forgets to take those pills and then the heat starts (literally and figuratively).

Also, probably someone who wouldn't want you to impregnate him. That's why he always takes birth control pills. He already has 6 children who annoy him every day, he doesn't need another one.

Crazy possessive, like CRAZY. He gets so clingy and jealous, he won't let you out of his nest for more than 10 minutes. And thank God, his heats lasts only 3-4 days...

Get ready to leave his nest after his heat, covered in hickeys, bites, scratches, bruises and, in general, in the marks of Lucifer. (He certainly apologizes, but not sincerely)

I guess he's very dominant in heat, so if you wanted a sub Luci ... In heat, no way.

He will just ride on your cock until he squeezes all your cum out of you and then he will keep your knot inside, not letting you out.

In general, his behavior is not much different during heat, except that he becomes even more affectionate than usual.

For example, does he see that you are hurt by his prints or are you tired? He will immediately stop doing it and calm you down (Though he won't get off your cock, nah).

I also think he's lactating during heat and his breasts swell for obvious reasons... If you're into lactation, he might even breastfeed you, lol.

Mammon

So... Probably the second most frequent and longest heat after Beel. Like, they happen often and last about a week, sometimes two.

You know right away that he's in heat when he starts texting you with whining requests, and if you're lucky, even naked photos of him.

In general, ready to let you out of his nest, but only if you come running after his first message with a request like "Mc, I want your cock again, so get your ass over here."

Becomes extremely whiny and sensitive, he can come even through some kind of petting. Literally every touch you make drives him to hell(or heaven,idk).

Probably would like you to impregnate him, but would not want children, because he is simply not ready for this, he is too insecure.

Wants you to mark him. It doesn't matter how. Just do it, he loves your marks, smell, whatever. He must know that he is yours.

He also becomes extremely honest as his tsundere nature is washed away immediately by the fact that he can't think straight and he just keeps praising you and telling you how good you are.

(Piss kink!!) Probably starting to get into piss kink, yes (if he wasn't into it in the first place, which I'm not sure about). You just know... His smell on you or your smell on him, no matter what, turns him on, and if it's such a strong smell, even more so.

Leviathan

His heat is not frequent and not fast. In general, they are quite stable and he even adjusts his game mode for them.

He becomes even more submissive than he is. I don't know how that's possible given it's literally canon, but... Just imagine having a handsome, shy, whiny boy for about 5 days that you can do whatever you want with as long as you fuck him.

He is 999 percent for fertilization. There's something so exciting about having your sperm in it, but knowing that it's literally your child/children in it... It's just awesome.

I think the sins of all the brothers in general just go to the peak during their heats, so... Damn it, he won't let you out of it, your knot MUST be in it and only in it... For a maximum of 5 minutes if your natural needs play out.

Mmm, more likely he'll be in his demon form because he's more comfortable in it and he just can't contain it, so... Pull his tail, bite and pull back his scales a bit, pet/pull/scratch him horns or stroke his double cock, he'll explode from it, hehe.

Satan

The most stable boy. Heats are about 4-5 days and always start on schedule, just wonderful and cool.

Becomes an extreme masochist during his heats, he wants you to be extremely strong and hard dominating as much as you can be.

He will also probably allow and even offer to put him on a leash and fuck him, pulling on it, ahem.

His pet play skyrockets, he becomes extremely helpful to you. You are his master and he is your GOOD kitten, so why shouldn't he follow your every order, hmm?

He will calmly let you out of the nest during heats, without even worrying, but only if it is no more than a couple of hours, it becomes difficult for him without you.

As for fertilization, he has a neutral opinion. Of course, driven by instinct, he can and will want your sperm in him. But, if you ask his sober opinion, he does not feel anything for the children. Do you want kids? Okay, fertilize him. Do not want? Okay, he'll take birth control.

Also, I suppose he is very quiet during sex or some hot moments in general, even during heat, but if you still agree to be a hard dominant for him ... Oh, Mother of God, buy earplugs for all the brothers, but better take them on vacation.

He doesn't tend to nest too often, by the way. It's just that, given how messy his room is, cleaning it all up would be such a torture.

And a random thought in the end. Loves when you eat it before you insert it. Of course, he's already wet, but he just loves the feel of your tongue in him, it just drives him crazy.

Asmodeus

Well... The most unstable heat. They always happen differently. Sometimes often, sometimes not. Sometimes it lasts a long time, sometimes it lasts a very short time. In general, everything is difficult.

It has the strongest smell of all. So strong that it can be felt even outside the home. Its sweet, floral scent is simply mind-blowing.

And it also releases an extremely high amount of natural lubrication, like seriously. By the end of his heat, the sheets will be just soaking wet.

He is flattered by the idea of babysitting his and your common children, but he completely rejects the idea of pregnancy. Stretch marks, a huge belly, a fatter build, pallor, nausea, and so on, he will just look unattractive to himself.

Also, calmly let you out of his nest. He could easily go a few hours on his own without your cock in him, although he would certainly prefer it to be you.

He has the most sensitive chest of the brothers. He just squeals with pleasure when you suck/lick/nibble on his nipples or massage/squeeze/rub his chest.

He will probably post a photo after heat, where he will be with his face fucked up on wet sheets with marks on his body and with a caption under the photo like "You know, it's so good to have a daddy in two ways." If you don't understand my chic humor, I'm sorry.

Beelzebub

Oh, in general, the most frequent and long heats. They last about 2 weeks, by the way, so good luck, mate. And usually they occur at the same time with Belphegor.

He is the biggest fan of breeding kink, on par with Levi. It's so sweet to have kids by you that he can take care of and eat with or play sports with (or whatever, he's not a picky boy)!

His appetite increases even more (And somewhere in the distance, one Lucifer sighs heavily due to the increase in food bills). Well, it's true that he also has an increased appetite for sex, so he'll just keep doing it until he squeezes all the juice out of you.

His chest swells, by the way, during heats. So... Man boobs, my kittens, man boobs.

He praises you very much during heats, and sex in general. He just loves everything you do and it brings him such great pleasure, he can't help but praise your actions.

In general, praise him in return. He's going to be so embarrassed about it, it's just a miracle.

Releases you during his heat from his nest freely. Although, after that, you will probably immediately jump into Belphegor's nest and start working with him.

In general, he has a strange thing about the fact that you call him something that is related to motherhood Mom/Mommy/Mother and so on, he blushes and is shy from this, imagining that he really can become a mother.

Belphegor

All his heats passes in a dream, like real. He wakes up for about two hours a day to eat and that's it.

So, if you have somnophilia, this is the right time for you, sir. You can just fuck him in almost any position and no one will tell you in denial.

He's in his demonic form, one hundred percent sure of it. So you can play with his horns or tail, maybe he will purr (or even moo like a cow, lol).

He doesn't really care if you impregnate him or not. He doesn't want to deal with all these pregnancy-related issues, but he'll be happy to have kids with you if you want.

He moans funny during heats. Some kind of hoarse and high moans and whining, when he lazily shakes his head in a dream, but still does not wake up.

Well, there's actually a chance he'll wake up. He just might want to eat, which is logical, and if you catch that moment and don't fuck his twin at that moment, you'll hear the most wonderful moan you've ever heard.

Also, if he wakes up, he'll get extremely territorial and leave his fingernail scratches on you to let everyone else know you were with him (and Beel, of course).

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animeomegas · 2 months

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So, you and your omega are…. uh… going at it… when your neighbour angrily bangs on the wall, yelling at you to keep it down. Oops. How does your omega react?

“SORRY THAT YOU’RE LIFE IS BORING! TRY LOOSENING UP, IT WON’T KILL YOU!”: Kiba

*Proceeds to be louder on purpose, out of spite*: Kankuro, Deidara, Denki, Satan, Belphie, Seven,

Barely acknowledges it. He’s busy, after all: Sai, Kisame, Todoroki, L, Solomon, Diavolo,

He gives you the “deer in headlights” look for a moment, before collapsing into giggles. Oops. : Naruto, Kirishima, Mic, Mirio, Baxter

He kind of likes that people can hear him. He’ll probably quieten down to be polite, but it makes him hornier: Haku, Light (he can’t ruin his image too much after all)

He stops because it’s kind of awkward and he feels bad, but he’s not embarrassed: Sero, Beel, Barbatos (can’t ruin his image), Zen, V

His face is hot and he’s embarrassed, and it’s undeniably a little awkward, but he’ll get over it. He either stops for the night, or moves farther away from the shared wall. He might apologise the next day to smooth things over: Lee, Gaara, Yamato, (non-massacre) Itachi, Minato, Midoriya (it does make him a little horny though), Aizawa, Matsuda, Mammon, Yoosung, Derek

Stop immediately. Has a wave of aggression, which is really to hide the embarrassment. Pretends he doesn’t care, but he does and wants to stop for the evening: Sasuke, Neji, Bakugou, Lucifer,

Humiliated, utterly and completely, his face heats up like you wouldn’t believe. He wants to stop, and is not going to be in the mood for a week: Shino, Iida, Toshinori, Tamaki, Leviathan, Cove

Stops immediately. He’s uncomfortable with the idea that people can hear him, but he’s not crazy embarrassed or anything (as long as it wasn’t anything particularly humiliating): (canon) Itachi, Kakashi, Simeon, Jumin, Saeran,

#a/b/o #omegaverse #asks #naruto #obey me #mystic messenger #bnha #mha #death note #there's too many characters to tag lol

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lovelyunholyc · 2 years

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happy birthday, satan <3

!! nsfw !! minors, blank, ageless blogs will be blocked !!

afab! reader, use of pet names (darling, my love, good girl). soft, loving sex, fingering, praise, no dynamics (just luv :’)), unprotected sex. (if i missed anything pls let me know)

you whisper it out into the darkness of your room, staring unseeingly at the ceiling above you, wide awake despite your best efforts, hoping for your lover's support.

"satan, are you still awake?"

silence for a moment. you almost feel guilty, wanting him to join you in your misery of being exhausted but somehow unable to rest properly. you'd both worked equally hard, after all, sorting through the piles of books in one corner of his room that had started to prevent the door from opening all the way - you were the one who'd insisted on organizing them and giving away extraneous titles, an arduous task you know he'd only agreed on (though still, rather begrudgingly), because it was you who'd suggested it.

no matter how clever, or tough, or unbothered he tried to appear, satan is always ever soft for you, the only being in existence who could bring him to his knees in no more than a breath.

just before your heart can sink in your chest and you can retreat further into your sheets, reluctant to disturb him any longer, he shifts the slightest bit, signaling his wakefulness (in a capacity as yet unknown to you). his thumb begins to soothe into the skin on your hip, where his hand rests, his body still curled sweetly over yours.

you really should let him rest, but you can't help yourself now that you know he's somewhat still lucid, a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. "darling?"

"my love," he all but hums, barely parting his lips to get the words out. the gruff sound of it makes warmth stir deep in your chest. "why aren't you sleeping?"

he has the audacity to sound slightly irked - but it's too late, your energy's only growing, and any trace of guilt for possibly waking him has disappeared. you turn to face him, displacing your comfortable positions and making him groan deeper (though that sound is not unappreciated). "it's your fault for letting me nap for too long!"

satan doesn't tell you that he couldn't dream of waking you when you'd fallen asleep on the floor in his room, surrounded by stacks upon stacks of books and one even still in your hand, because he'd taken one glance at the scene before him and nearly shed a tear at the emotion that welled up within him, at seeing the things he loved the most in such a serene, contented way. instead, he finally peels his eyes open just so you can watch them roll at you. the green practically glitters even in the darkness, making you grin - you're always taken aback by the beauty of his eyes, breathtaking as they are - the only thing you love more than gazing into them is riling him up, poking and prodding at his patience to get a rise out of him.

as a result, he truly surprises you in only the best ways.

"will you help me fall asleep again?" you ask innocently enough, expecting him to suggest continuing where he'd left off in reading aloud the novel he's in the middle of once more.

instead, satan smirks, you can just make out the lovely curve of it in the low light of the moon streaming in through a crack in your curtain. his eyes glint mischievously in the dark as he surges toward you, touching his lips to your shoulder and trailing them up the line of it, up to your neck, beneath your jaw. it makes you shiver, makes your heart start to race, fingers automatically coming up to grasp at his soft blonde hair.

he finally reaches your lips to find them smiling, and he pecks sweetly at them and nips gently, a silent request for you to part for him. he hums, satisfied, when you comply instantly, licking at your lips before slipping his tongue between them, his movements languid, savoring your taste. his tongue twists around yours before he lets you part for breath, nibbling at your bottom lip once more.

he takes a moment to admire his handiwork, how quickly he'd turned you into putty in his hands, panting after him with stars in your eyes.

he is irrevocably weak for you, that is undeniable, but that didn't mean you were unaffected by him in turn.

"turn around for me, darling," satan says softly, and your breath hitches, the low cadence of his voice going straight to your core.

he props himself up on his elbow as he guides you to flip onto your other side, your back flush with his chest. you can feel his heartbeat against your back, steady and comforting through the fabric of his shirt you wear, stolen to use as pajamas. his arm snakes around your waist, slides up the hem of it, long, lovely fingers tracing delicate shapes into the skin of your stomach. he tucks his chin into the juncture of your neck and shoulder, presses kisses into your jaw before whispering, his breath tickling your ear and making you shudder, "i think this is the most effective way to wind you down, isn’t it?"

those fingers slide down your stomach, slip beneath the band of your underwear smoothly. "satan," you nearly whimper as he rubs at your clit and parts your folds, already wet just from his kiss alone.

"spread your legs a bit more, my love," he instructs gently, sending shivers down your spine. you twist to place your outer knee on the bed, allowing him better access between your legs, to which he takes advantage of instantly - his middle finger slides easily through your slit before venturing further, circling your hole. "good girl."

you call his name again and he chuckles lowly, slips his digit past the ring of muscle, down to the knuckle. your hands clutch desperately, one beneath your pillow and the other behind you to tangle into his hair, when he slides in another finger and scissors them before he starts pumping, the heel of his palm rubbing purposely into your clit. "such a good girl for me, so beautiful."

"ah, fuck, satan," you're whining, squirming in his iron grip, one of his legs tangling with yours to further pin you in place as your hips buck into his hand, his pace unhurried, enjoying you unraveling beneath him far too much.

though soon enough, you can feel his own excitement start to press into your thigh.

in a matter of minutes the pleasure rising deep within you starts to crest, each drag of his fingers pulling whimpers and moans of profound arousal from you. "satan, please-" you cry, and his own growing arousal prompts him to take mercy on you this time. he crooks his fingers in just the way he knows you like, pads of them ruthless against that sweet spot inside you, his palm pressing tightly to your clit even as you start to shudder and shake away from the friction becoming overwhelming.

"cum for me, darling, let me feel you," he nips into your ear, and you nearly sob.

as if on command, the wave of pleasure he'd been building swiftly breaks over you, and you cling to him and the sheets beneath you - anything in reach. you gasp his name like a prayer as you gush into the palm of his hand, hips stuttering in time with his movements, the altogether obscene sound of his skin smacking into your slick ringing around the room as he lets you ride your orgasm out, steady and relentless.

satan noses lovingly at your hair, the side of your face, your jaw, as you tremble gently in his hold. you come down slowly, to his fingers slipping out of you and sweeping between your folds carefully, appreciatively, your cunt pulsing once more when he brushes against your sensitive clit. the muscles in your legs are twitching, and the restless energy you had before is replaced with a dull yet deep sense of satisfaction in your gut, making your eyes and your limbs pleasurably heavy.

you suppose he'd been right.

you flip onto your back with a wide, dazed smile on your face, watching your lover through adoring half-lidded eyes as he licks his fingers clean and smirks. he dips his head to capture your lips and you welcome him eagerly, let him steal your breath just as you recover it.

"i love you," you whisper, breathless with adoration, struggling the words past the kisses he plucks from you, sweet and altogether irresistible. satan cradles your face in one hand, gentle as ever, yet the way he tastes from you is hungry, as if he can't get enough. you tug at his shirt until he slides it up and off, seek out the skin and muscle beneath it, the heat of it under your palms intoxicating. "want you, baby, please," you nip at him, beginning to get impatient at his unhurried movements and the emptiness his fingers had left behind, sliding your hand down between his legs to paw at the prominent bulge beneath his pants.

satan chuckles, eyes like emeralds glittering with equal parts mischief and lust. "my darling's so needy tonight, hm?" he teases, nudges his nose with yours, but you can see even in the low light that he's blushing furiously, hips inadvertently pressing into your hand.

you can only roll your eyes, lean in and tease him right back, graze your teeth along his earlobe until he shivers, your voice low and sultry. "only for you, my love."

something stirs in his chest, deep and desirous, spills out in a groan so heavy it sounds more like a growl, and it spurs you on, makes you nearly giddy with adoration and want.

satan is open with his love for you, abundant even, but it still takes him by surprise when you remind him you love him just as ardently, passionate and fierce in a way he could have only ever dreamed of attaining, especially from someone as wonderful as you.

it's all you need to shove his pants down his thighs, suddenly desperate to see him, feel him, nearly frantic. satan just laughs breathlessly - he can't deny your impatience, he feels just the same, like he'd fall to pieces if he didn't feel you around him anytime soon. he doesn't miss the way you lick your lips when you watch his leaking cock bob against his abdomen, your eyes glowing with a hunger that makes him feel raw and just as desperate. you always look at him anew, as if you haven't seen him naked countless times, as if you haven't memorized the places he likes to be touched, the way he likes to be handled.

you don't even have the tolerance to take your own underwear off, hitching your leg over his waist and curling over his body to press your hips together and forcing him happily on to his back as you straddle him, the tiny scrap of fabric now the only barrier between you and all but soaked with both of your juices. satan slips his hand between your bodies to shove the gusset to the side just as you line him up to your entrance, neither of you paying any mind to the sound of fabric being ripped when he accidentally applies more force than he means to. you nearly whimper when the head of his cock rubs against your clit, glides through your slick folds until finally, he slides home.

you moan in unison at the slow, gratifying stretch, his hands gripping tightly at your thighs around his waist, yours at his shoulder and the pillow beside his head.

"oh, fuck, sweetheart," satan breathes, his voice cracking in disbelief. "you're so... so tight." you gasp out what could be loosely interpreted as laughter, the feel of him inside you making your chest too tight with pleasure to qualify for much more.

despite being a demon, thriving on sin and debauchery, satan hardly curses. he sees it as uncouth, often uncreative and only necessary in certain situations. language was endless, he knew that more than anyone, so there certainly were better alternatives for most of them.

with you, however, every thought and belief he holds seems to fall to the wayside, nothing on his mind except the sweet pressure of your slick walls around his throbbing cock, the warmth of your chest against his own when you lean in because you can hardly hold yourself up - his chest always swells with pride to rival lucifer's at that, how only he can make you feel so good you nearly lose yourself.

strong hands come up to grasp at your hips and guide you into a slow grind, electricity jolting through your body when you sink down gradually and take him to the hilt, and the base of his cock massages into your oversensitive clit. "you're so good to me, beautiful," he manages, grinning drowsily when you shift to cradle his face in your hands, smiling just as dazedly, pressing lazy kisses to his face until he lifts his head and catches your lips in a messy, open-mouthed kiss.

"y-yeah? feels good?" you try to tease, but your voice breaks, as breathy as it already is with arousal, and he chuckles, brushes away hair sticking to your forehead and letting his hand linger so he can slide his thumb along your bottom lip, slick with both of your saliva and swollen from his teeth, he's sure.

"always, gorgeous," he affirms with a lopsided grin, squeezing at your ass playfully with his free hand and feeling you clench around him in response. "always."

you rock against him sweetly, rolling your hips steadily, impatience wearing away now that you have him exactly where you need him, savoring the slow drag of his cock along your walls, splitting you open so nicely.

satan can't stop touching you, elegant fingers caressing along your skin, tickling and pressing and gripping at where you're softest just to hear you hum in satisfaction, feel you twitch and shiver and moan, arching into him to greedily press more of yourself into his touch. his hands slide back and forth beneath your shirt, cup at your breasts and pinch at your nipples, squeeze at the delicious curve of your waist. he holds the hem of the fabric up to your sternum just to watch you move, mesmerized at how equally lewd and yet so beautiful the scene before him is - the deep, purposeful stroke of your hips as your needy cunt swallows down the thickness of his shaft, down to the base and back again, the pretty arc of your spine when the swollen tip nudges at your sweet spot, the way your walls clench and pulse, hugging him so perfectly.

satan thinks this, among other things, is evidence that you were made for him.

he loves how responsive you are to him, how wholly you give yourself to him, how openly you show it. he loves how soft and hot and lovely your lips feel along his skin, how you tease him with gentle grazes of your teeth on his shoulders, his neck, his jaw, just to make him groan, make him squeeze his hands around whatever part of you he's holding.

"i love you," it spills from his lips and straight into yours when he brings you back up to his face with a gentle hand at the nape of your neck, his chest tight, heart pouring his adoration into his words. you relax into his touch, eyes dazzling, lips turning up at the corners, and he could swear you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen, even looking as wrecked as he feels. "so dearly," he finishes against your mouth when you tilt your head down to kiss him again, catching your bottom lip between his teeth before his tongue slides in, dances along with yours.

you pull away only to breathe, nipping down along the line of his jaw to reach his ear, to murmur his name against his pretty skin.

every touch from you, every whisper of your breath against him sears his skin, fills him with emotion.

and when he jerks his hips up almost involuntarily, drawn by your own irresistible movements, and you whine so high and melodious, he swears he internally explodes.

in one smooth motion satan shifts you onto your back without detaching from you, caging you in between his arms. a slow smile breaks onto his lips as he takes a moment just to admire you, the way your hair splays out around your head like a halo against the mess of pillows behind you, the way your eyes seem to overflow with desire, with love, leaking out in tiny droplets at the corners, shining in your irises. “so good to me,” he repeats, because he still simply cannot seem to believe it, “so beautiful.” satan kisses your nose in a gesture so innocent compared to what you’d been applying so far that it makes you giggle, only to be cut off abruptly when he undulates his hips.

satan groans, so rich and guttural you feel it vibrate through you from his chest. you clutch and claw at his back as he moves, taking hold of your thigh against his waist and circling his hips, digging deeper, making you cry out in response. “so beautiful,” he continues through gritted teeth, syllables breaking off between gasped breaths, melting into you and molding you to him, finding his pace and that spot inside you that makes you keen, that makes you scratch and pull at him because it overwhelms you.

“satan, satan- !!” where you were slowly building your pleasure from him snowballs soon enough, and you can feel your orgasm creeping in much faster. you plead with him, though you aren’t sure what for, your mind growing hazy and your hands clutching at his back and hugging him close, chest to chest, your hips moving on their own, stuttering up to meet him.

he can feel your walls start to spasm around him and he half-smiles, knows you’re close, presses messy kisses along your face and your open mouth just as he slips one hand between your bodies. his fingers find your clit with practiced ease, and he rubs the bundle of nerves harshly between the pads of them, slowing his hips to carve even deeper into you.

you reach your second peak so rapidly, so forcefully you think you see stars. white spots into your vision and you grasp onto your lover for dear life as he carries you over the edge and holds you there, pinning you in place with strong hands and the unwavering determination to please you as much as he's able.

"satan, fuck, i love you, i love you," you're babbling, not sure what you're saying but knowing your sentiment to be true, overcome with nothing but pleasure and your love for him, nerves singed and heart hammering in your chest.

satan isn't much better off, gasping at the tight squeeze of your perfect, perfect pussy, how your walls pulsate around his cock and make him start to lose control of his careful momentum. "fuck, darling, i-" you hug him close to your chest, and he can feel how fast your heart is racing against his own. "i love you, too," he mumbles it into your skin, and he thinks he sounds a little drunk, the words uncharacteristically slurred together. the thought is distant to him in the moment, however, as he pistons into the tight heat of your cunt, driven by the urgent sweep of his own pleasure catching up to him.

it's dizzying, the frenzied way he's moving, like he can't get enough of you - (and he never can) - but you urge him on with a gentle tug to the roots of his hair that elicits the loveliest moan from him, your walls twitching around him in response, in the aftershocks of your own orgasm.

it only takes a few more careful strokes for him to come undone, gasping your name into your hair as he sheathes himself fully inside you and spills into your needy cunt, shivers wracking through his body. you can't help but gasp at the feel of him coating your inner walls, at the delicious throb of his cock, how he fills you.

satan partly collapses over you, hardly able to support himself as the pleasure jolts through him in waves, and you accept him easily, holding him close and whispering sweet nothings as his thrusts grow sloppy and gradually fall into a slow grind. you gasp and moan along with him when his pelvis nudges insistently into your swollen clit, can't help but squirm and writhe beneath him at the oversensitivity, at the stickiness leaking out between your bodies.

when he eventually rides out his orgasm and falls fully into your arms, you're soothing your fingers into his scalp, tracing random patterns into the smooth skin of his back.

the sudden urge to yawn rises from your chest, and you can't seem to stop it, so you give in easily, starting to feel the aftermath.

satan feels it from where he's laying on your chest and chuckles, shaking you both gently.

"i think i can sleep now," you quip, and he lifts his head to smile at you, looking every bit as charming and handsome as usual even with his hair as messy as you've made it.

"don't you dare let my hard work go to waste," he replies, and pecks at your lips, can't seem to resist and comes back for another, before he parts and pulls out carefully, hissing at the loss of your wet heat, the sensitivity, and pulls his pants back up.

his eyes gloss over and he bites back a groan at the sight of his cum dripping out of your hole, how your skin glistens with how wet he'd left you.

if he didn't know how much you truly needed to rest, he would've pushed it back in, as much as he could, and worshipped you with his tongue.

instead he kisses a line down from your chin, sliding the hem of your shirt up to continue his way between your breasts (taking a detour to press chaste kisses below each swell), over your stomach, until he reaches the crux of your thighs and what's left of your underwear (which is then tossed carelessly across the bed) - and presses an innocent kiss to your clit just to make your breath catch. he grins and sits up to find his discarded shirt to wipe you down before coming back up to your open arms.

you're giggling when he kisses you again, settling into the crook of his neck and wrapping an arm around his waist.

"i'm sorry i woke you up, satan."

"oh, darling," he chuckles into your hair, doesn't say he'd let you keep him awake for as long as you could ever want. "i'm not."

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otomeomegaverse · 1 year

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Alpha satan reacting to omega reader nesting in his room

Ask and you shall receive eventually my dear friend~

Alpha!Satan x Omega!Reader:

Nesting in his room

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🐱- Now, Satan is not the most patient of demons, what with him being the Avatar of Wrath. And with that said, he likes to have his room a certain way for presentation, books where they should be, his desk neatly arranged. He is not a fan of things getting moved without his permission.

🐱- That being said, most of his brothers aren't allowed in his room. Alphas because his room is his territory, and Omegas because he doesn’t want them to try and "tidy" things up. Yes he will growl at them if they even try to enter without his given permission.

🐱- The only one who seems to be given grace from his warning growl and piercing glare, is you, dear human Omega. He allows you to come and go, and borrow books! Provided you ask him for it and let him retrieve it for you. He doesn't seem to mind you being there a bit and quietly enjoys whenever you stop by.

🐱- Now then, on this particular day it seemed that everything was getting on Satan's nerves. His brothers, schooling, the fact the library didn't have the book he wanted to take out. Everything was just a mess! So when he came to his room and saw that a few things were out of place, he was ready to blow a fuse.

🐱- That was, until he saw you. His dear sweet Omega, curled up in a little nest, right in his room. Not only that, but you had borrowed a few of his clothes to add to it, even keeping his pillow close to your head, breathing in his scent that was left on it. He froze, eyes locked on the scene in front of him.

🐱- He was still agitated from the events of the day, but couldn't find it in him to be mad at you, deciding it best to let you nest for the time being. In fact, he couldn't help but feel a little bit flattered that you chose his room of all to make your nest in. … perhaps he should get you a few plusses to add to it? Along with nice soft blankets and pillows?

#omegaverse #obey me! omegaverse #alpha!satan #omega!reader #a/b/o #alpha!character x omega!reader

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garden-of-omegas · 1 year

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⚜ FIRST MEETING [OBEY ME - DEMON BROTHERS] ⚜

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characters: lucifer | mammon | leviathan | satan | asmodeus | beelzebub | belphegor summary: the details of your first meeting with your future mate. warnings: some passing references to death, referenced shitty rich people rating: sfw a/n: no, i don't have any bias for mammon, preposterous of you to even think about such things. anyways, have this weird bullshit. warning, these alpha's are going to go down some weird routes later on. i have plans.

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≿━━━━༺❀ lucifer ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were just a normal human at the time. well, at least you thought you were. you'd never even considered the idea of heaven and hell, you weren't raised like that. you were just growing out of all the health problems that'd been plaguing you since birth.

✿ you were a teenager, about sixteen years old. due to your poor constitution, you'd been homeschooled, and didn't meet a lot of people your age. lucifer, of course, couldn't even remember his exact age anymore.

✿ you were, for the first time in years pretty much, out and about buying anything you're dad saw you put your eyes on, and lucifer was in the human realm looking for a gift. you'd both happened to set your eyes on the same necklace, and after some banter lucifer allowed you to take it.

✿ while you were buying the necklace, lucifer recommended a few more pieces of jewelry that'd look good on you, and you took his advice. after that, well, the two of you wouldn't cross paths again until years and years later. [☘]

✿ lucifer thought you were cute, in the same way one thinks a kitten is cute. well, up until you almost snapped his head off for daring to come between you and a necklace. but that just led to him admiring your tenacity, especially for the things you wanted. lucifer was... alright. handsome, by any standards, but otherwise you didn't much pay attention to him beyond him having what you wanted. it wasn't until he gave you a compliment and helped you around did you begin to like him even a little bit.

≿━━━━༺❀ mammon ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were a thief, truth to be told. you'd just ran away from home after the pressure there got too much, and living on the streets required some sacrifice to your moral compass. besides, you were good at it so who were you to complain.

✿ you were 22, recently homeless. not that you were complaining, better than living at home with your parents. mammon was, as with all demons, ageless.

✿ you stole from mammon. your first meeting was as simple as that, or would have been if he didn't notice (the first one to ever do so) and give chase, which eventually lead to him showing you his demon form in an attempt to get you to surrender. while frightened, you didn't and managed to almost get away. demons are unsurprisingly very fast.

✿ you were certain you were going to die after mammon finally caught you, but to your confusion after seeing your general state at the time, mammon muttered something about his eternal graciousness and disappeared. after that he would show up in front of you every once in a while, saying it was purely to make sure you didn't steal again and every time he'd manage to "somehow" leave behind something valuable of his.

✿ mammon wasn't entirely certain why he took such a protective stance on you, you weren't the first down on their luck person he'd ever met and it was generally unusual of him as an omega. regardless, he pretty much decided that you were his. mammon was mostly just... confusing to you. i mean, you clocked that he was a tsundere during your second meeting, but it certainly didn't explain any of his behaviour. but he was cute and good company, who were you to complain.

≿━━━━༺❀ leviathan ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were... to simply put it, lonely. you were stuck on the small island you'd been born on, with only your family for any company. and most of them were either too old or too young to be any actual fun for you. so, you were lonely.

✿ you were probably around seventeen? you weren't entirely certain, sometimes it was hard to keep track of the days and years. levi was, well, immortal and old.

✿ you summoned him, on large part by accident. you didn't think the book of spells you'd somehow managed to get your hands on (it was an open secret that your grandmother gave you all sorts of weird crap) would actually work. but a demon standing in your attic room proved you wrong.

✿ levi was pretty confused about being summoned for no reason, but when you asked him to stay for a while, just for company, he gladly obliged and then spent six hours giving you detailed summaries of all the latest anime he'd watched. you had no idea what an "anime" was.

✿ you were a total normie in levi's eyes. no, even worse than a normie, you didn't even know what anime was! though you also apparently only tangentially knew what a "tv" was (you pronounced it as "tee-and-vee") so he couldn't really fault you for that. otherwise you were pretty alright. levi was fun to you, if a bit weird, but most people were weird to you. you didn't understand half the things he said, but he was a good storyteller and once he stopped trying to destroy your eardrums any time you didn't know what something was he was even more fun.

≿━━━━༺❀ satan ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were the adopted child of an extremely wealthy family, who'd just recently been informed of their adoptive status. quite the shock for most people. not to you, though, you didn't really care. besides that, you were summer vacationing with your family.

✿ you were about 20 at the time, it was a bit murky what with the adoption thing and the uh... circumstances around your adoption. satan, demon, immortal, we know the deal.

✿ you met because of your cat. you most beloved companion, dante. every sorcerer needs a familiar, don't they? and dante is more than likely a minor demon of some kind. especially based on how he escaped from the third story window of your summer home, booked it straight into town and to satan, with you having to sprint to catch up to him.

✿ satan was most certainly delighted by the sight of dante coming to greet him, a bit less delighted by an out-of-breath alpha almost running him over to catch the mischievous cat. but once everything was sorted out you had a wonderful time talking about... well, mostly cats.

✿ in satan's humble opinion, anybody who owns a cat is an s-tier person in his opinion. and dante is an excellent cat, so of course he thought of you as the best kind of person. his only complaint came from you falling asleep about half-way through the conversation. there was really no other word to describe satan other than breathtaking. frankly, his pretty eyes are what saved poor dante from the scolding of a life time, and you didn't even have any complaints, especially once you got his number. dante was very proud of that one.

≿━━━━༺❀ asmodeus ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were... well, if you asked your family, they'd say you were the family disappointment. once someone so brilliant, who grew up to be just a bit too weird. not that any of that bothered you all that much, you'd learned to embrace the role of the black sheep a long time ago.

✿ you were 21, had just recently moved away from home to another city, and when i say you were living your life to the fullest, i mean. and of course, asmo is and was never aging.

✿ you were out drinking, partying, just having the time of your life. and also looking for a possible hook up. you ended up at the bar next to asmo, and you shared some flirty banter, you ordered drinks for the both of you, everything was going well. up until some idiot decided to startle you and you punched them in the face.

✿ asmo found the whole thing extremely hilarious and offered for the two of you to go and find some other bar to go have fun in. you did, and though you did not end up hooking up, you had some wonderful conversations about fashion, make-up, and weird creepy crawlies. asmo was surprisingly delighted hearing about your tarantula collection.

✿ oh where was to asmodeus start? you were just perfect, so confident, so calm and collected, with a sensitive delicious soul. everything he could ask for in an alpha really. and despite your flirtations, you seemed more genuinely interested in him as a person. you of course did find asmo genuinely interesting as a person. sure, he was cute and all that, but it was his witty banter and interesting conversation that drew you to him. you felt... needed and wanted when you were around him, more than you'd ever been.

≿━━━━༺❀ beelzebub ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were a menace at the time. not like, unlawful menace (for the most part) but you were... let's call it experimenting with life. trying to figure out who you were after years of not having the time for it. and mostly that manifested in driving cross continent with your bike.

✿ you were about 24, having started your travelling just a few months prior after a fall out with your family. and of course, beel, a demon, has no quantifiable age.

✿ you didn't so much meet as much as you crashed into him with your bike, and despite him having to visible signs of damage for some reason, you insisted to frantically apologizing and making sure he was okay. he eventually ended up just asking you to take him to a nearby diner if you really wanted to make it okay.

✿ you spent approximately two hours staring at beel just absolutely devouring food. you think you zoned out at some point. but after that horrifying experience, you ended up giving beel a ride to wherever the fuck he was going, and he decided that you weren't too bad company. [☘]

✿ beel's first impression of you was understandably kind of chaotic. i mean, it's not everyday that someone manages to literally crash into him. and it wasn't until the diner that he decided that you were a good person, after you yelled at a guy harassing a server. you were far too focused on making sure beel was okay to really think about any first impressions (you crashed into him for god's sake, and he didn't have a scratch!). but beyond the empty vacuum of a stomach he had, he seemed pretty nice.

≿━━━━༺❀ belphegor ❀༻━━━━≾

✿ you were the heir to an old and rich family, the only survivor of your numerous siblings, and also incredibly incredibly lonely. though if we're being very specific, at the time of you meeting belphie, you were sleeping.

✿ you were seventeen at the time, still under the clutches of your family though it wouldn't be more than a few months that you would be a fully fledged adult. belphie was far older than he cared to remember.

✿ as previously mentioned, you were dreaming. very specifically, you were dreaming about a vast desert that reached far into the horizon, where no one else was to bother you. well, no one was supposed to be there, until a very annoying demon decided to crash your one person dream party. literally.

✿ after crashing into you (literally), belphie decided to stay in your dream for a while, confused by the choice of venue. you were initially bit bothered, but as he just kept showing up in your dreams you stopped caring.

✿ belphie thought you were a bit weird. who dreams about empty deserts? but beyond your weird aesthetics, you were fun, a lot more fun than almost anyone in his life. and way more fun than he thought a human could be. originally, belphie was a bother to you. i mean, who crashes someone else's dream? belphie, apparently, though he claimed that he didn't usually. but beyond that one incident (and the next one, and the-), you became rather fond of him the more he kept showing up.

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ruewrites · 2 months

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Blinded by Better Judgement

AO3

Ship: Asmodeus/Solomon

Word Count: 2019

Warnings: Mention of pregnancy scare, implications of sex

A/N: Yes I used to be a big omegaverse girly back in the day. I just never wrote them. But now I have one. So please enjoy it to your heart's content!

Comments are appreciated <3

It was nice to no longer have Asmodeus screaming at him. The past 12 hours had been nothing but panic, anxiety, and absolutely chaos. Asmo had switched from sobbing over what he would tell Lucifer and throwing things at him.

Of course Lucifer would have been furious for a multitude of reasons. He didn't like Solomon, and he certainly wasn't supposed to be allowed near Asmo during his heats. Accidentally getting the baby brother of one of the highest ranking demons in the entire Devildom knocked up when he already hated you wasn't the best road he could walk down.

"How don't you remember if you wore a condom?"

It was a phrase he became intimately familiar with. Yes, it had all been incredibly irresponsible, but when an omega as sweet smelling and as adorable as Asmodeus was giving him bedroom eyes and rubbing against him at every given moment, it wasn't easy to ignore his desires. When an omega as sweet smelling and as adorable as Asmodeus was making out with him, latching onto his neck, and pushing him towards the mattress and whining into his mouth, he didn't stand a chance. He vaguely remembered bits and pieces after being tossed into an untimely rut. Asmodeus had been begging to see him. Sexting wasn't enough. His heat was bad, it hurt, and nothing was working. He needed help. He would simply die if he couldn't have Solomon. In short, he'd been the pinnacle of sexual frustration.

So Solomon relented. He'd met up with Asmodeus and the rest was history. The time between his back hitting the mattress and waking up no longer connected to each other had been a blur. It had all been bliss, until they couldn't find a single trace of protection. They'd laughed it off. Surely they wouldn't have forgotten. Right? And then Asmodeus got anxious. Every store had been sold out of Plan B, and suddenly he thought he saw symptoms. That was how Solomon had been awoken by a very unhappy omega and discretely going out to buy a test. It was embarrassing how much he felt like a teenager. Waiting for the results had been an eternity. Asmo refused to even look at him, snarling whenever Solomon made an attempt to go near him.

Then, the first negative, and the second. A sign of relief washed over both of them and suddenly Asmo once again felt much more cuddly with the alpha who had been at the sharp end of his fury. In the aftermath of the anxiety, they cuddled up in a well put together nest (courtesy Asmodeus) and picked out a light hearted film. But as the hours ticked by, another feeling crept into Solomon's veins.

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little.... disappointed," he said.

Asmo barely glanced up, eyes fixed on the movie and nibbling on a cookie, "About the plot?"

"No... about that." Solomon gestured at Asmo with his hand.

Asmo stopped abruptly, "Shut up."

"What?"

"You're not funny."

Solomon raised his hands in defense as Asmo swatted at his chest. The pretty omega was staring pointed and dangerous daggers at him. "I'm not being funny, I'm being serious."

Asmo's expression shifted from annoyed to confused faster than he could count.

"Think about it, your beautiful nests, maybe a couple of little ones scampering about, and you'd have that perfect glow," Solomon whispered, accenting each point with a kiss, "Doesn't that sound wonderful?"

Asmo softened and went back to curling up with Solomon, "I suppose." Disappointment quickly flashed across his face, and then a perfectly manicured finger tip poked his nose. "But if you want that, you've gotta get Big Brother's approval, Mister. Do you know how long he'd lock me away? He already hates that I come home smelling like you."

Solomon laughed and nuzzled his head into Asmo's. "I know Darling, don't worry, I'll get him to like me one way or another."

“Doubt it,” Asmo giggled, “You should hear him complain about your ‘alpha stink’ on our couch. He spends days washing and rescenting everything.”

Ah of course. Lucifer seemed to complain about any alpha that was not one of his brothers or Diavolo who dared step foot near the House of Lamentation. Of course he seemed to harbor a particular disdain for Solomon himself, but that was perhaps slightly understandable.

“And I thought he only complained when I was there.”

“He's contained while you're still there,” Asmo corrected, walking his fingers up Solomon's chest, “He hates that your scent lingers on my skin, tells me how I shouldn't be cozying up to an alpha who hasn't stuck their claim on me.”

Solomon felt himself being pushed back again. Oh his omega was aggressive with what he wanted, and Solomon loved it. As those strong and slender legs straddled his waist, he couldn't help but leaned back, eyelids lowering, one hand on his cheek and the other across his abdomen, and a lazy smile on his face. He adored that Asmo could take charge. Sure he played pretty and submissive for his adoring audience, but Solomon knew the real him. The real Asmodeus left pretty bruises scattered across his body and angry red scratch marks down his back. He opened jars that Solomon struggled with and pulled him into the warmest hugs that had the strength to crack ribs.

“Hmmm, he has a point.”

“He's old fashioned,” Asmo countered.

“In that case I should definitely wear a condom this time.”

“Or you could not.”

All Asmo offered was a shrug at the look Solomon gave him. Asmo had almost killed him seconds ago for a scare, and all the sudden he had a change in rationale. His hand moved to Asmo's thigh in an attempt to ground him, “Asmodeus, are we forgetting that you asked me to get your brother's permission first? I like where my head is. Thank you very much.”

“But he's sooooo old fashioned,” Asmo said, setting his hand on top of Solomon's, “If I have mini yous, he'll have to be okay with you marking me.”

“That logic seems flawed.”

“What's flawed is you not fucking me.”

Solomon laughed and let Asmo lean down to kiss him through the laughter.

“What do you want? Hickeys?” he teased through his lips, “Will that get you going? Get you hard enough to put a little Sol in me?”

Despite himself, Solomon felt arousal stirring. He snorted and leaned into Asmo's lips, “You're not making good choices My Love, I thought for sure you were spent.”

“I was, but you know I can never get enough of you.”

Solomon let his hand slide further up Asmo's hip, a soft hum echoing in his throat as his fingers tapped away. “I think, you have had enough,” without warning, he flipped the both of them over. Asmodeus squealed as his back hit the mattress, eyes widening in shock up at Solomon, “For now that is.”

“That's not fair! Cheater!”

“Maybe so, but I think it would be easier for the both of us, if we waited until after I've gotten Lucifer's approval,” he chuckled, poking his demon's nose, “Wouldn't you agree?”

Asmo whined before pouting up at Solomon, “It's your fault for putting the idea in my head in the first place.”

“And one day, I will very much make this up to you.”

Rolling back over to his side, he made space for Asmo to snuggle up underneath his arm if he chose to do so. Asmodeus did just that. They continued to watch the film in a comfortable silence, picking at their snacks and enjoying the warmth of company.

“Do you think we'd have cute kids?” Asmodeus asked after some time had passed. He didn't even wait for Solomon to respond, “I think we would, I mean they are related to me so how could they not be cute? They'd totally be the cutest in all three of the realms!”

Solomon continued to listen to him ramble on. Talking about everything and nothing, whatever potential future they had together. Perhaps one day they'd be in a similar situation together, starting their own little life. They'd have a little one on the way, Asmo would build beautiful nests and Solomon would do any work around the house as needed. Of course Asmo would grow frustrated with him. His demon liked to be pampered, but Asmo also occasionally liked to do things for himself. They'd have plenty of space for their children to run and play and Solomon would read to them every night. But the absolute best part would be coming home to Asmodeus every day, falling into his loving arms and just being.

He buried his face into Asmo's hair despite his protests and let out a sigh. This would be the life.

“You’re messing up my hair!”

“Hush, I want to remember you like this before my scent no longer lingers on your skin,” he whispered, “By tomorrow it will be but a faint memory of my senses, and I wish to linger in this dream for a bit longer.”

“Fancy words to say Lucifer is going to make me soak and scrub until he’s happy that I don’t smell like you any more. I can only imagine how terrible it will be for my skin,” he tilted his head upward to kiss Solomon’s lips, and Solomon felt himself relax further into his lover’s embrace, “But you’re so cute, it’ll be worth it.”

Asmo’s hand caressed his face, and Solomon couldn’t help but lean into it. He was so warm and soft and comforting. Solomon could feel himself turning to mush. Pulling Asmo closer, he let his fingers dare to slip past the fabric of his shirt and trace the vertebrae on his back. A shudder left Asmo’s lips and then a stifled whine.

He was biting his lip and looking up at Solomon now, his cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink, “Solomon, if you want me to cool down, I can’t say this is the best course of action. You’re teasing me.”

“Perhaps I’ve had a change of heart.”

If he could, he’d keep his scent on Asmodeus forever. He may not be able to do that, however he could make it stronger.

Asmo was on top of him in a heartbeat, nipping and sucking at his neck, adding yet another hickey to his growing collection. The moan that left him was more than audible. Perhaps they shouldn’t have started teasing and toying in Purgatory Hall, but he could apologize later if anyone asked or was disturbed.

“Protection first this time.”

“I’m not in heat anymore, it’s fine.”

“Asmo that’s not-” he didn’t get to finish that thought as Asmo ground down on him. His fingers clawed at Solomon’s shirt and a growl left him.

“Off.”

His omega knew what he wanted, and there was no arguing with Asmo when his mind was made up. For better or worse, he was set in his ways, and god did Solomon love that about him. As his shirt was pulled over his head, Solomon knew he wouldn’t be calling any shots for the time to come, and that was more than okay with him. Only what Asmo allowed was what he’d do. Solomon was nothing if not a man of standards, and he wouldn’t be contemplating death by a top ranking demon if he wasn’t serious about Asmo being with him.

Perhaps he was blinded by his potential future with his pretty demon. There were steps he needed to take before having that happy sunny fantasy in his head.

Perhaps he should want to say no to him a little more.

Perhaps he was being a bit reckless, but it couldn’t be helped.

Asmo inspired bad ideas, and Solomon loved it.

Solomon had a habit of thinking too much, and Asmo’s willingness to just do was exactly what he needed in his life. They were good for each other. Solomon could afford to have a few more bad ideas, and Asmo was showing him how good they could be.

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enbyenvy666 · 2 months

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That was me who asked the a/b/o question. Please keep me Anon.

I haven’t written it before but I’ve read it before so I’d be happy to give it ago!! :)

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obey-me-headquarters · 9 months

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To me, Sigmas are a disturbing blend of alpha, beta, and omega traits. They can impregnate omegas and betas like alphas can, but they’re less social than alphas and tend to be loners. Their scents are also a lot less noticeable; not as weak as a beta’s, mind you, but still weaker than an alpha or omega’s scent. They can be dominant or submissive in bed, unlike alphas who tend to be almost exclusively doms. I also think they’re a bit like a chameleon in that they can more omega-like with an alpha and more alpha-like with an omega.

Ohhhhh, I really likese these headcanons!! I might steal a few of them lol. I really like the idea that they're chameleons, that they can change depending on which partner they're with. Here are my own Sigma headcanons:

Sigmas aren't technically a full dynamic like Alphas, Betas, or Omegas. They're a mutation.

Sigmas also wasn't recognized as an official dynamic until the modern-ish era, when it became possible to figure out a person's dynamic by looking at their DNA. Before this, Sigmas were just thought as odd Betas, and sometimes thought as Alphas or Omegas, depending on their personality.

Sigmas kinda have "heats" or "ruts" in the sense that sometimes they go through periods of being intensely horny/needy. But unlike a heat or a rut, they don't necessarily feel the need to be submissive or dominant, but more so just general neediness.

That, or they catch a fever.

Sigmas' heats/ruts are also a lot less predictable than Omegas and Alphas heat/ruts. While the exact time frame between heats and ruts varies in my aus, the standard is 3 months. Sigmas don't have that kind of predictability, and they can go a full year without going through a heat, to suddenly getting two back to back.

Sigmas actually do have the ability to knot. Although a lot of Sigmas have less control on when they knot than Alphas do. (I also like the idea that Alphas can only knot during heats or ruts, while Sigmas can do it whenever, but idk if I wanna make that Canon just yet. I'm also thinking of the hc of Sigmas having sort of half knots, where it doesn't get as big as a regular knot and the Sigma can pull out, but only if the Omega is properly stretched)

I like the idea of Sigmas being floaters in the whole hierarchy, borrowing some traits from each dynamic and having some of their own. I'm not quite sure what traits they should take, and which should be unquie, but I'll think of it and get back to yall.

Anyway, I love these!!! Thank you so much for spending them in!!!

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writing-by-mimi · 2 years

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Would you be interested in exploring beta!reader x omega!yandere!Diavolo (or a character of your choosing). I think it would be very interesting to see the length an obsessive omega would go to in order to capture their darling who is... not who they should even be interested in in the first place. I mean, there isn't usually a way to bond a beta and omega, but I'm sure the omega will find a way.

Love Will Find A Way

Adult content, read at your own risk. Not beta read.

The room was cold. Your fingers stiff and arms unmoving. Your legs could move, but your ankles were bound by what sounded like chains.

Your heart was beating out of your chest. Trying to teleport didn't work. Calling for the brothers until your voice was hoarse hadn't worked either. Nothing you did seemed to work and as every minute passed, your failure left you sinking further and further into fear.

It had been hours, shivering and screaming. When the lights had turned on and Diavolo had walked in, you couldn't help the tears sliding from your eyes begging him to free you and take you home. Away from where ever this was and to safety.

His smile had been soft as he cupped your face, placing a warm kiss to your forehead. "I'm sorry it took me so long to come to your side. I was indisposed."

You didn't care. He had come and salvation was here!

Barbatos had entered, wheeling a tray with various tools on it.

Your stomach sank. They were supposed to get you out of here...

"You needn't panic. It's all according to plan, Mc." Diavolo coo'd sweetly as he released your face and stepped back, allowing Barbatos to pass in the small room.

"What plan? Please, Dia, just get me the fuck out of here!" You pulled against the chains, the clanging of the chains almost deafening in the small room against the stainless steel table you were secured to.

"All in due time. I just need to make a few adjustments, then we will both be back in my chambers." He again reached out for you and gently stroked your cheek. "I've found a way for us to be together."

"Diavolo, we weren't meant to be. It won't work. We've had this conversation." You grimaced. If things had been different...

"Ah, that's where you are wrong, Mc. I've found a way." His happy smile now served to churn your stomach as you lifted your head and looked to Barbatos. The butler had a series of syringes lined up. "I can force your status."

Force your status?

"Diavolo, you can't change nature." You were breathless. He was insane. This was just...wrong.

"But I can." He smiled as he took a syringe with a clear liquid and inspected it. "With a bit of magic, eugenics and gene therapy, I can take a Beta and make it what ever I please. The testing has proved positive. I've been testing it for years."

"A Beta is neutral enough, they simply just need a push in the right direction." The butler readied a syringe, removing the cap and setting it to the side and then grabbing a plastic band.

"You can't just...change someone. Your messing with nature and it won't work."

"But it has, Mc. I've found a way we can work now. Aren't you happy?" He stepped closer a dissapointed look on his features. "I thought you'd be happy. I've found a way for us to bond. To have children, Mc. You should be more gracious."

"You're messing with things not meant to be messed with!"

"Why? Because God created you as such?" The Prince scoffed. "You're only a Beta because your true genes haven't been unlocked. They are there. Inside of you." He smiled. "I can make you an Alpha. We can bond. I can then get you pregnant with child and we can live happily. Why don't you want that for us?"

"Diavolo, what your doing is not natural!" You struggled against the chains. What could he not understand about all of this?

"Natural or not, we will be together now. You'll enter a rut, I've timed my heat...there is no way you won't claim me on instinct. Once claimed, our bond will be complete and my chance to impregnate you will be through the roof!" He laughed as he traced your cheek with his finger tips.

"Diavolo...you've lost your fucking mind." You pulled your face from his touch. "I love you, I do..." your voice was small, it was the truth... you loved him, but you just weren't meant to be. Nature had seen to that. "What your doing isn't right. Listen to what your saying. Eugenics. Gene therapy. This is mad scientist shit and it won't work!"

"I understand you may be scared, but you will make a fine Alpha female. The instincts are immediate once it is complete. You will do well, I do not fear for my safety. Even as an Omega my strength is well above most in my realm." He again traced your cheek before leaning over the table, resting his elbows on it. "I do apologize, it will be painful when you wake. The sedative tends to wear quickly once the chemical change takes place."

The plastic band being placed around your bicep drew your bubbling panic to a boil. Fighting against the restraints, you did all you could, but to no avail. The raw physical strength of the Prince was only matched by Beelzebub, and you couldn't call upon his strength. "Please. I'm begging you Dia, don't do this!" The tears welling up in your eyes didn't get a chance to fall. The jab in your arm and darkness that soon followed saw to that.

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Pain. Blinding and searing. Every sound putting you on alert. Everything seemed so vivid, so unbearably real.

Panting caught your attention once your sight returned to you, and you wished it hadn't.

Diavolo laid naked on his bed, stroking his cock as needy whines accompanied his strokes. "Mc..." His deep baritone pleading for you.

You should have fled. Ran as fast as your legs would carry you, call the brothers, an angel, anyone who could possibly help. You willed your legs to move, and they did...just not to your intended target.

You could feel your clit throb, the sight of the Prince so exotic, spread legs and hand on his cock panting your name had drawn you in. This man had successfully changed you. Muddled with things he should have never even tried too.

Thoughts foreign, needs you hadn't felt in such a way...you were drowning in them. The need to dominate the needy Omega, milk him dry and take every drop of his cum until he could give you no more...

You turned away, Diavolos breathless cry making your fist clench. You needed to leave. Diavolo was fucking insane. Yet the very smell of him alone had you trapped in place. The sounds coming from his soft lips, begging for you made you waver.

"I hate you."

"Show me." Diavolo gasped as he used his free hand to slowly message his ballsack. "Show me how much you hate me. Put me in my place, Mc. You're my Alpha."

That word. That fucking word had stoked the embers in your core and ignited a fire. "You're sick." Your words held no malice, only a pleading tone for Diavolo to reconsider. To fix what he had done.

You could feel it, just beneath your skin, a tingle. A need.

You were starting a Rut. You may have never experienced one, but you had talked with Asmodeus enough to know the signs. It would start slow, small inclinations before a storm would start and you'd be lost to a Rut. Incapable of much thought past claiming the needy, begging Omega behind you and finding a release to the fire under your skin.

Falling to your knees, you held yourself, trying desperately to keep rational thought.

"I love you, Alpha. Please..."

Diavolo's pleading voice had lead you into the storm, a raging inferno igniting your skin like non other you had ever felt in your lifetime. You were sure to be nothing but a pile of ashes after it all.

Your body needed him, and you could hardly feel your disgust over your own thoughts roaring inside of your head. Thoughts, needs, desires, to take the Omegas cock and find release. To hold him close and use him however you pleased. You were his Alpha.

"Mine."

Diavolo couldn't help his smile as he released his cock and looked you in the eyes. "Yours, Alpha. I'm all yours."

You could feel it, the fury in your chest may have been downsized, but it still was not completely silent. Pulling your shirt and panties off, you straddled Diavolos waist in nothing but your bra and skirt, ignoring his cock for the moment and your need to use it. You only had a few moments of thought left, and your Omega needed to learn a lesson. You called upon Beelzebubs strength, instinct to dominate the man under you like an itch just out of reach. Prying his mouth open, you wadded up your panties and stuffed them into his mouth. A deep moan leaving him as his hips bucked hard enough to bounce you on top of him.

"So eager to please your Alpha, aren't you my sweet little Omega?" Your finger traced down his toned chest, as you rolled your hips.

The inferno had taken over everything now. No more anger. No more hate. Just the undying desire to be pleased and use the Prince how you wanted.

He was yours after all, why not?

Diavolo nodded eagerly as he watched your finger trace his chest, hands instinctively moving to your hips to try and enter you, his own need to fill you taking him over.

Grabbing his wrist, you pushed them over his head roughly. "Stay."

All the Prince could do was moan. You had over powered him and the sheer excitement of being with an Alpha that could show more strength than him was something he only ever dreamed of. He kept his hands above him, the desire to please you coursing through him.

"Good boy." You hummed as you gently traced his jaw with your tounge on your way to sit back up. Diavolo shivering under you made you extremely happy, content to the point you let out a sigh.

"My Omega is such a dirty boy though, touching himself without my permission." Your hands slid down your sides and gripped your skirt. "Naughty boys aren't allowed to cum." You moved back and held Diavolos hips to the bed, his need to buck into you short lived as he whined.

Rubbing the head of his cock against your clit, you slowly rolled your hips, the feeling of euphoria taking over as you came from such simple touches to your pussy.

"Do you want your Alphas pussy?" Your breathless question making the Prince nod vigorously. Pulling the panties from his mouth, you slid yourself up his body and used your panties to tie his hands together. "If you rip my panties, I'll make you watch me fuck Barbatos until your in tears begging for me." You whispered in his ear before biting his pulse point on his neck lightly.

Diavolo nodded, a whine leaving him as he bucked yet again, cock desperate for some type of friction. "Mc..."

"Yes, Diavolo?" You asked between kisses down his chest as you undid your bra clasp.

"I need you." His voice was hoarse as he again bucked into nothing.

Cupping his cheek, you tenderly placed a kiss to his lips as you rubbed against him, free hand tracing down his chest before finding his nipple and pinching it harshly, drawing a growl from him with a laugh from you.

Taking your bra off slowly, you made a show of it. Dangling it over the edge of the bed before dropping it nonchalantly. Hands cupping your breast as you slowly touched your nipples, moaning and rubbing against his chest.

His hands, still held together by your panties, gripped your breast tightly, roughly messaging them as he panted and bucked again.

"Such a good boy." You moaned as you guided his hands away and watched him shudder in delight at the compliment. "I think its time for a reward."

Moving down, you lined his cock up with your entrance, the fire inside of you was burning so hot you felt like you would melt before you had the chance to take him.

Lowering yourself down slowly, Diavolo was shaking underneath you. "Are you gonna cum already?" You teased. "That won't do." You fully seated him inside of you and for a moment, you felt nothing but clarity. Peace. This was exactly where you needed to be. Bouncing on the Princes cock until you found your own end.

Holding the Princes hips down you kept a slow pace, much to Diavolos apparent displeasure as he demanded between groans for you to go faster.

"You're being so rude to your Alpha." You meant to use a harsher tone than the one falling from your lips as his cock drug against your tight walls. The sense of being full and watching him come undone under you was everything you needed as the feeling of his cum coating your walls sent you over the edge.

Releasing his hips, you rode your orgasm out, going faster as the Prince had once demanded. Listening to him cryout again as you increased your pace while he was cumming sent a shock to your core as you came again, milking Diavolos cock for every drop as your instinctively bit down on his neck, piercing his demonic skin with Beels borrowed strength.

You heard a ripping sound, your panties in shreds as Diavolos hands held your hips still while he continued to shudder under you.

The fire inside of you had faded. Disgust swelling in your chest as you pulled yourself off of the Prince, cum leaking out of your pussy as you crawled from the Princes bed.

"See." Diavolos hands rubbed your shoulders as he pulled you down to sit between his legs, out of breath as he held you close. "I told you that you would. We'll be together forever now." He gently kissed your neck.

All you could do was sob.

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