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munchkinfox-the-deviant-fox · 11 months

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Thoughts on the Bros' Sexual Behaviors

I have been having some thoughts and I figured why not share them with the class! Also, please give me your thoughts as well! I like hearing from other people!

Ahoy, 18+ NSFW ahead.

Also, Jesus Christ, this got much longer than intended.

First off, I'm not going to get into their true demonic forms. I'm just going to focus talking about their mostly human forms, otherwise this post is going to be even longer and I might cry.

Secondly, I subscribe to the idea that demons go through heats/ruts. The frequency varies from each demon type/sub-type, but it can range from yearly to every 100 years or so (with their long lifespans, can you imagine having a heat/rut ever few months?!).

Third, I partake in the thought that the brothers do have sexual relations between each other. Not all of them, but it works for some of them. I don't think angels and demons have the same concern as humans do when it comes to "family" considering angels are created by God and there are a few different ways which demons can be made. Though, non of their relationships are romantic. Sexual and intimate, but not romantic.

So in case that wasn't clear enough... Content Warning: demoncest.

Lucifer

So my thoughts on Lucifer have changed quite a lot and I've kinda settled on the thought that he is definitely a Switch.

[In my world/story] Lucifer and Diavolo have an intimate, sexual, non-romantic (not yet at least huehehehe) relationship. There is a level of trust and respect there that Lucifer has not experienced since Michael, but look at how that relationship frayed and fell apart. It's because of that trust and respect that he can let go of his need for control, need to be perfect and fulfill that image of the Avatar of Pride, and instead just... be.

When Lucifer steps in a dominant role, control is absolutely necessary. Brats will not be tolerated. Knowing and witnessing his partner do as he says is both comforting and arousing, no matter what he puts his partner through.

Kinks & Fetishes:

+Sadism +Control +Orgasm Denial (giving) +Behavior Modification/Obedience Training (giving) +Crops & Whips +Sensory Deprivation (giving & receiving) +Slave/Master dynamic (specifically Lucifer as the Dom/Master) +Covert Bondage

Lucifer's flavor of sadism focuses on pain, as punishment and reward. Of directing his partner, to the point where his partner changes their behavior for him. That's where the behavior mod/obedience comes into play and it extends to his life outside the bedroom. Having absolute control of his partner and their lifestyle brings him the utmost pleasure.

Mammon

Mammon's and Lucifer's relationship is so interesting and my thoughts continue developing in my head about these two. Lucifer's punishments for his brother cater to each individual, but Mammon's punishment is unique. Like, who physically ties up their sibling and strings them up as a punishment for being a pain in the ass?

Mammon, one hundo percento, is a Sub. He really enjoys taking care of his partner on one end and fulfilling their needs, and on the other end being denied and humiliated.

Mammon, being the caregiver he is, recognizes the stress Lucifer deals with and that he adds to that at times. Lucifer would never share the burden of his responsibilities, so Mammon gives Lucifer an outlet when things start to bubble over. Their relationship doesn't always take on a sexual tone; more so Lucifer's release comes from giving punishment, and it just so turns out, it's not the worst thing in the world for Mammon.

Mammon has also, over the millennia, gotten himself a number of piercings (gold, of course). We're talking nipple piercings and a slew of dick piercings: Reverse Prince Albert, Ampallang, Dydoe, Frenum, a Deep Shaft piercing, and 3 Frenum ladder piercings along the underside (technically making it a Jacob's Ladder)

Kinks:

+Masochism +Humiliation/Degradation (receiving)+Bondage/Ropeplay +Nipple Play +Service +Edging & Orgasm Denial +Praise

Mammon's humiliation/degradation kink is also intricately tied to his praise kink. Unlike Levi's who thrives on being degraded verbally, Mammon's degradation is specifically tied to the physical aspect: being played with or put in embarrassing positions. I'll emphasize, verbal degradation is the biggest of no-nos. Instead tease this man about how much he's actually enjoying himself and praise him!

He loves to be made into a panting mess. Restrain him (he is such a rope bunny), tease him, work him up and then tell him he can't come until after you do, and your spirit will be exorcised from your body. It helps that Mammon also actively wants to take care of you first.

Leviathan

I have a hard time fleshing out thoughts of Leviathan due to having a more difficult time connecting with him than most of the other brothers (an issue I also have with Asmo), but I still have some thoughts. Personally, I headcanon Levi as being asexual. He's not sex repulsed (he is, I believe, a sex-positive asexual or even a Grey Ace), but he does have some anxiety around sex when it comes to other people. For him sex (masturbation) is an experience that's akin to him playing video games. When he's in an isolationist/depressive mood or when he's frustrated sex/masturbation is a feel-good stress relief. If he develops a relationship with someone that has enough trust and interest build up, well, having a Player 2 for that kind of game opens up a whole new level.

I am a big believer in double dick Levi. I actually headcanon that he has a human standard external penis and that his second one is actually internal and comes out when he's stimulated.

Levi doesn't so much care for power dynamics, more so, he needs a partner that is patient and can work through the anxieties he has. He will need praise and encouragement because every movement he makes he'll feel like he's doing something wrong. Hence, at least at the start of the relationship, Levi will need your guidance and you to take the lead.

But then again, that boy do love to be degraded.

Also: bioluminescent cum.

Kinks:

+Humiliation/Degradation (receiving)+Costumes/Dressing up +Role Play

Something that will help ease Leviathan into his own skin (ha, snake pun) is role playing. Together, talk about what kinda of scene you two want to set up, decide on roles, and watch this man flourish.

Satan

Satan is a dom.

Satan hasn't had many encounters or experiences due to some... unfortunate past situations. So to even broach this topic, Satan has to have an immense amount of trust built with you. He is so careful the first time you two are intimate, especially being human. He's also always eager to try new things, wanting new and different experiences.

Kinks:

+Brat Handler +Exhibitionism +Pet Play +Primal +Take Down and Capture +Chains

I could see Satan trying out interrogation play, taking on the role of the detective interrogating the criminal, though he might or might not enjoy the "torture" aspect of the scene.

Satan will thrive if his partner is a brat. He enjoys the challenge of trying to tame them and if his partner submits too easily, it is likely to kill the thrill.

The pet play ties in with chains and cages. He loves watching his pet whine and beg for him whether chained to the wall or kept restricted in their cage. Collars and leashes, and cute little plugs that have an enchantment on them that allows them to move the tail attached as if it were their own. And of course he has to show off how good his cute little pet is, how well they whine and beg for him, how well they take his cock. Look it how jealous they (Lucifer, because he has to flaunt his obedient pet to him) are of him being able to play with his precious pet.

Once Satan becomes comfortable with knowing he won't hurt his partner, then he will be able to fully lose himself in his partner. To fall mindlessly into his baser instincts and just fuck and breed and enjoy. If you feel comfortable with it, Satan would love to let you lose in the woods surrounding the house, him having to hunt you down before he can have you.

Asmodeus

As I mentioned, I struggle with Asmo and fleshing him out as a more in-depth character, but even still I have some thoughts.

Asmo I think always takes a dominant role with sex, though he can jump between top and bottom on a whim. His preferences are flighty in the moment and so he can't rely on his partner to always keep on top of his moment-to-moment needs. Which isn't a bad thing: Asmo knows what he wants and he enjoys taking it. Though, Asmo and consent are a whole ass other topic I won't get into in this post.

A lot of fans of Asmo really downplay or just completely forgo Asmo's notoriety for being a narcissist, and again, that is totally fine! But speaking for myself as someone who really enjoys working and playing with the moral and ethical differences between human and demon society and the WHOLE slew of shit that comes with, I salivate at the opportunity that comes with exploring Asmo's narcissism. The depth and potential for character growth!!!

Kinks:

+Bimbofication (to partner)+Cuckolding (enjoys basking in the display that someone else's partner prefers him)+Exhibition & Voyeurism (anything that includes people watching and adoring him) +Needle Play +Objectification +Praise

Asmo really loves pushing the boundaries of his partner(s) and definitely has a bimbofication kink. He derives so much satisfaction and pleasure seeing how he has brought so much pleasure to his partner(s) that they are pretty much nonfunctional and can't rub 2 brain cells together.

Asmo thoroughly enjoys cuckolding (consensual or not). Having someone watch as he pleasures their partner better than they ever could, that their partner wants him more than them... It pretty much comes to there extent where Asmo can be considered a Zelophile: someone who takes sexual gratification and arousal due to jealousy; specifically for Asmo, someone’s jealousy over him.

I played with the idea of Asmo and needle play

Asmo enjoys the fact that others will allow him to use them however he wishes, including using them as objects or furniture. The needle play actually fits into this. Part of the needle play comes from his demonic scorpion form, the visual sink of the skin dipping from the needle just does something to him and he can't really explain it, but there's also an artistic/beauty element for Asmo. Depending on whether he wants to inflict pain or not, Asmo will use acupuncture needles.

Beelzebub

I see a lot of people headcanon Beel as not having much sexual desire and while I TOTALLY respect that, I whole heartedly disagree. I honestly think he's second only to Asmo in terms of libido. Granted, in human terms libido is affected by a lot of things, most which I kinda feel mirror demon biology. One of these things is exercise, and the amount this man works out and keeps athletic is ridiculous! Exercising and athleticism boost testosterone, which has been shown to have a direct correlation with a higher desire for sex.

So this man be hungry and in more ways than one.

He doesn't really play in the dom/sub power dynamic wheelhouse. For Beel, sex is more of a sensory experience, a means to fulfill his body's needs, and the bigger the mess made, the better the experience for him. I think the need for mess stems from his demonic traits.

Hygrophilia and Sloshing differ in that, sloshing deals with non-bodily fluids compared to Hygrophilia and bodily fluids. "Mess fetishists enjoy the mess created by sexual fluids, both male and female fluid. They may use the fluids as lubes, to drink, to “paint” on their partner’s body, or passing it back and forth orally (snowballing)."

Piss and scat don't bother Beel and don't take away from the experience, but he doesn't absolutely need them. He recognizes most people (humans & demons) don't typically enjoy interacting with that, but if his partner wants to incorporate it, then they can. For Beel, cum is his biggest bodily fluid that he enjoys covering him and his partner in, pretty much tying with blood and gore. Though, again, his human might not enjoy being covered in viscera.

When it comes to Sloshing, it's always and only food items.

However, for Beel, sex is an intimate act so he absolutely does not take part in dalliances. So if he needs a partner, he most often turns to Belphegor, and if not his twin then Asmo.

Kinks:

+Creampie +Mess fetish/Hygrophilia +Wet & Messy/Sloshing +Size +Inflation

Both Beel and Belph have knots.

Belphegor

Belphegor has the lowest of the sexual drives of the brothers (thanks depression!) due in part to being the Avatar of Sloth. I cannot put into words how much I love @thalfox's breakdown of the sin of Sloth [link to her post here]. It really helped me to have a better image and understanding of Belphegor.

But that doesn't mean he is never DTF, it just takes some work to get him in the mood. Belphegor is a Switch and teasing this man will either have the effect of activating Brat Mode and he will resist and crawl out of your reach, or it will activate Sadist Mode, and he will, again, resist and keep out of your reach. You will not be getting what you want if he has any say in the matter.

Belphie will always enjoy not having to do work, but sometimes he enjoys forcing his will on his partner and making them cry and suffer, making them a babbling mess hungry for his touch and for his cock. To be clear though, unlike Asmo, as long as Belphegor cares for his partner, he will always respect consent.

Kinks:

+Sadism +Orgasm Denial (giving) +Breeding +Entrapment +Consensual Non-Consent

Belphie's sadism is both physical and emotional/mental sadism.

The breeding kink ties in with the entrapment: forcing his partner to be tied to him in a way they cannot escape from. Plus, he kind of likes the idea of a little squirt running around...

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professional-whorologist · 7 months

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Obey Me characters and their dominance!

(Minors DNI)

I have been haunted by spicy headcanons all week and I can’t get them out of my brain so here! Maybe I’ll write some smut drabbles based on this idk!

Lucifer is a hard dom hands down. He’s the avatar of pride and constantly stressed he will use you like a fucktoy until he’s satiated. And by god it takes a while for him to be satiated. Don’t expect to walk for a week hun

Mams. My boy. My greedy little scummy boy. He’s a switch. He’ll have you in any way you’ll let him because he just wants you. Under him, in him, riding him, potato tomato

Levi is such a sub I mean come on. Call him a good boy and he’ll fold like a wet tissue. He loves it when you take control and dirty talk him while you stroke him

I firmly believe that Satan is a masochist top. You’re his sexual stress ball to relieve all gis pent up aggression (with your consent of course). He’ll goad you into biting and scratching him until he’s covered in evidence of what you did

Asmo will take anything. He’s the avatar of lust. He will let you fuck him stupid then make you his submissive little slut the next minute. Like I said he will take anything you give him.

Beel is definitely a gentle top. He doesn’t do it for his own pleasure tbh; he’s more interested in making you feel good.

Belphie is a pillow princess I’m sorry. But like a power bottom sadist pillow princess, does that make sense? He makes you do all the work but he tells you what to do, and if you don’t do it then your ass getting punished babes

I’m not so sure about Diavolo. I headcanon him as sex indifferent BUT if he did have sex he’d probably be a soft top/service top

Barbatos. Is. A. Service. Switch. You are second only to the young master in his eyes. Whatever you want to do he’ll do it unless it could hurt you

Simeonnnnnnn I am in love with this man jfc. He’s 100% a gentle top. He wants to feel good but he also wants you to feel good too. You could be doing the dirtiest nastiest thing and he’d still kiss you like you’re on an innocent fair date

Solomon seems like he’s a sadistic dom and. Yeah he is. This man will put you in a mating press and fuck you til you can’t think and honestly? We’re here for it

And yeah that’s it! These are very fun (and I’m very horny) so I might do more

#obey me #obey me smut #omnsfw #omnsft #obey me nsft #lucifer obey me #mammon obey me #levi obey me #satan obey me #asmo obey me #beel obey me #belphie obey me #diavolo obey me #barbatos obey me #solomon obey me #simeon obey me

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antiomnia · 1 year

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Belphie is such a brat

The rest of this image is nsf/w, see it on Twitter🔞

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tinymaru-archived · 2 years

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The event with that outfit was called Rub that Lamp and that’s all you need to know.

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

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#THIS WAS THE LAST BROTHER #WHAT DO I DO WITH MY LIFE NOW #kidding next up will be the other dateables this is just too much fun #obey me smut #belphie smut #belphegor smut #obey me #omswd #obey me!#belphie #belphegor #obey me fanart #belphie fanart #nsft #schnitzeldoodles

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shywritersblog · 4 months

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(NSFT)

Hey uhh guys…

Y’all got any moaning/whimpering audios that sound like the Obey Me boys?? 👀👀

Asking, for —you know— a friend :)

#i’m begging #mammon whimpering audio when #leviathan moaning audio when #I wanna hear satan growl #I wanna make Belphie squeal #obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me nsft #audio #obey me audio

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simeons-hips · 1 year

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minors dni

cw: lactation, breeding, gn!mc

what if instead of getting u pregnant belphie’s cum just makes u lactate. like, usually takes effect the next morning, in which he’s usually already clinged to ur nipple. just don’t let him cum in you until it stops otherwise the cycle won’t end (not that he’s complaining.)

also on the opposite side, beel’s cum is very fertile and diavolo forbid he finds out you have something as delicious as milk coming out of you- your chest will go numb from his multiple hour long sucking sessions.

#not sfw #nsft #obey me headcanons #minors dni #obey me nsft #obey me not sfw #obey me #obey me twins #obey me belphie #obey me beel #obey me attic club sandwich #obey me belphegor #obey me beelzebub

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fullofbees · 9 months

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Going off how lazy he is let's assume Belphie has the worst hygine among the brothers and his musk could probably gag the mc. Considering he sleeps in their room. They probably just get use to it via exposure but its potent for sure.

A/N: Sweaty musk? Check. Gagging? Check. Oh yeah, it's all coming together... hope you enjoy anon!

CW: Sweat/musk, a little degradation, dub-con

»»----------► Reader is Gender Neutral

Naptime with Belphie was always, without a doubt, the best sleep you got at the House of Lamentation. Whether snoozing the day away in your room, the attic, or in a cuddly pile with Beel, you always sought out the seventh-born when you desperately needed a good night’s rest.

Perhaps it was his sin; he had explained how he could influence a person’s dreams, both quelling and amplifying nightmares to boot. You didn’t have to ask if he used this power on you. Any dreams had in Belphie’s presence were peaceful; often featuring scenes of your newfound family, unburdened with royal or academic responsibilities. You dreamed of food from home, showing them all your Earthly favorites, and ever so often he would tease you with a dream that left a burning ache in your core when you awoke.

Maybe it was the relaxation you felt with him; you needn’t worry about being woken up prematurely. Everyone knew what a terror Belphegor was if his slumber was disturbed, so if they found you curled up in his arms, then you were spared from the brothers’ antics for the time being. A few times you had purposefully sought him out after getting into trouble with Lucifer, for even the eldest demon knew his brothers could not resist your temptation, and would let you both be. Of course, he would ignore the satisfied grin on his youngest brother’s face at having temporarily inconvenienced him.

No matter the cause, naps with the Avatar of Sloth were frequent. Some were quick cat naps to prepare for studying, and others lasted multiple hours, only ending when Beel finally pulled you apart insisting that you needed to eat.

That is the state of affairs in the House of Lamentation today. Saturday morning came and went with neither of you making it down to breakfast. The others shrugged it off. Belphie missing weekend breakfast was a guarantee, and after the near all-nighter you and Levi pulled grinding on Barbas’s Gate 3, it would take a celestial miracle to make you appear at the table. However, once day drifted into night, dinner was met with the same two empty chairs.

Despite the still-healing wounds of Belphie’s imprisonment, you often found him napping in the attic. It’s a strange feeling for you too. The attic represented mystery; with frantic steps, you would bound up to greet the imprisoned “human” behind the iron door. When you departed from Levi’s room that morning, the memory lingered as you leisurely ascended the spiral staircase. Though no door existed to separate you two, you still found yourself hesitating at the threshold before pushing through and climbing in next to him. His body quickly found yours, arms securing tight around your waist as he groggily mumbled something unintelligible. It wasn’t long before you were dead to the world.

That is where Beel found you two, Standing the best chance at not being metaphorically devoured, Lucifer sent Beelzebub to check up on you two after only his fourth helping, with no chance of a fifth if he could not return with results. Frightened at the prospect of being denied his usual helpings, the sixth-born gently shook your intertwined bodies and whispered your names.

You were the first to rouse, eyes bleary with sleep as you mumbled out, “Beel?”

The blurry figure of the gluttonous demon became sharper as you cleared the sleep from your eyes. “What time is it?”

Beel pouted, “It’s dinner time.”

You almost laugh as his answer is punctuated with his stomach growling. Seeing his desperate, ravenous look, it’s easy for you to put two and two together to figure out why he’s here, and more importantly, who sent him here. However, the slothful demon at your side shows no interest in waking, seemingly dooming his older brother to starve. You try to help Beel shake him awake, but he only raises his head to grumble angrily before returning to lying on your chest.

“I’m sorry, Beel. Tell Lucifer that I’m working on waking Belphie and then we’ll be down. Don’t wait on us,” you say.

“I don’t think I’m allowed to return without you guys…”

“If that’s the case, I have a whole trove of snacks in my room you can have.”

Beel smiles and says his thanks before leaving you alone once again.

In the silence following his departure, you stare at the ceiling and try to regain some more of your bearings. The cocoon of blankets allowed the heat of your bodies to build, soothing your muscles into relaxation. Indentations from the fabric litter your body and face, you feel practically boneless, and you’re sure there’s a small puddle of drool on your pillow. The nap was so good.

Still, you’ve practically slept the day away and want to at least get some errands done before the shops close for the night. You try to inch yourself out from under Belphie, but his grip only tightens as his gravelly voice rumbles out, “...’m not hungry.”

At this point, you become aware of the thick layer of sweat that covers your body. Amidst the blanket insulation, Belphegor still sported his jacket and full-length pants, generating enough heat to make the attic feel like a sauna.

“Belphie, we need to get up,” you sigh as you attempt to break the blanket seal by sitting up.

The demon is not having it, using his superior strength to pull you back down until you’re face-to-face with him. He adjusts the blankets so that only your heads are exposed to the air before pulling you closer to him than you thought possible. “No. Not hungry."

You love the demon, you really, really, do. But after several hours of intense snuggling and snoring, the smell of his breath hitting your nose makes you gag. Belphie’s soft laughs make you realize that you did in fact gag– out loud.

“Can’t handle a little morning breath, human?” He teases, the words and his laughs only shoving more of the stench in your face.

“Belphie, seriously!” You whine as you struggle against him, “I’m sure I’m not any better, but we’re sweaty and stinky. It’s time to get up.”

Belphegor’s hand slides down to the back of your knee and slings your leg over his waist, lazily grinding his hips into yours, “You like it.”

“Wha–” You’re cut off by the sixth-born crashing his lips to yours, tongue easily slipping into your mouth when you gasp in surprise.

The feeling left in your mouth when you haven’t brushed drives you insane, but doesn’t seem to bother the demon as his tongue runs along your teeth, fangs scraping against your lips. His tongue is stickily hot against yours, the mix of stank morning breath filling your lungs. Belphegor’s balmy hand runs along your thigh before dipping between where your hips meet. You shiver, skin erupting in goosebumps from the coolness of your own sweat starkly contrasting against the steamy atmosphere.

Your hands rush to tangle in his hair, fingers meeting the damp strands and combing back the pieces that are stuck to his face. Sweat beads on the back of his neck, though the droplets soon become smeared when your hand moves to hold him in place. Belphegor groans when you dig your nails sharply into his flesh.

He briefly parts from your lips, whispering a pompous, “I knew you liked filth.”

“That’s– it isn’t like that–” You manage to stammer out before the demon runs his hand along your crotch. He teases you through the fabric of your underwear as he licks the sweat pooling along your collarbone.

Belphegor laughs again, enjoying the way the flush of your already heated skin deepens from your embarrassment. “You can’t lie to me. You spent all night with that smelly otaku. Then you came to me, knowing how sweaty we get. You’re not subtle.”

He increases the pressure against your crotch, choked moans following as you desperately try not to prove him right. Using his free hand, the demon grabs the waistband of his pants and begins to push them down. “You want me to fuck you, hm? Fill you up with this filthy cock?”

Your thighs tremble in anticipation and your stomach lurches in arousal at his words. Sensing that Belphie won’t let you go anytime soon, and too horny for your own damn good, you give in to his taunts. “Please… please fuck me.”

The demon hums his amusement, “If you feel gross now, then I’ll make sure you feel vile.”

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dark-kind-of-mystique · 1 year

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Random NSFW Demon Brothers headcanons pt. 3

More random kinky headcanons about the Obey Me! Bros.

CW: GN!MC, Mention of the Daddy kink, semi-public, full on public, praise kink, dirty talking, overstimulation, pegging/anal penetration, hentai roleplay, tail sucking, two-cock Levi!, choking, degradation, cockwarming, temperature play, blindfolding, breeding kink, nipple play, 69, finger sucking.

NSFW MINORS DON'T INTERACT

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Lucifer

I'm pretty sure he has a Daddy kink 👀

He's more of a soft dom than a rough dom, though he can get rougher from time to time if he's feeling like you deserve to be punished

(Or is just feeling particularly sadistic)

Although he's known for being all proper, I just know he likes to secretly tease you in public, see how long it will take you to break

'What is it MC? Your face looks rather flushed, perhaps you're feverish?' knowing damn well you're trying to contain your moans as he plays with your sensitive spot underneath the table

I've talked abt this before, but pretty sure he has a praise kink (he's the Avatar of Pride after all)

When he's domming, he loves to tell you how well you take him, how pretty you look stuffed with his cock inside you

The few times he lets you take control he loves hearing how good he makes you feel, how beautiful he looks when he's so lost in his own pleasure

Gets riled up whenever you call him 'Sir' or 'Master'. If you're in public, he will warn you

'Be careful. You know what that does to me. Or perhaps should I take you somewhere else and teach you a lesson so you don't forget?' 😈

Mammon

Kinda feel like this is a given, but he's very vocal and loud during sex. Dirty talking, whines, moans, grunts, etc.

Part of it is bc he wants to be heard, so his brothers know you're with him

Kind of an exhibition kink? Doesn't really want to get caught, but he likes the thrill of almost getting caught

He gets horny at random places, so it's a perfect opportunity to exploit this kink. A movie theater, back alley of a grocery store, bathroom of a bowling alley, you name it

Tie up and overstimulate this man!! He absolutely wants it, trust me. Although he may not know how to ask for it, so when you're domming him, keep going after he comes. He'll immediately love it and start begging you not to stop

'F-fuck MC, It's so sensitive right now I-shit! Haa... Don't stop, please don't stop now.'

I just know he'd be into penetration. The feeling of being stretched by your cock/dildo has him at the verge of orgasm from the first push

Not really a fan of teasing. He's the Avatar of Greed, he wants everything, and he wants it this instant. He often gets too impatient and needy to tease you that much, but teasing him is a lot of fun bc he gets all whiny and starts begging so fast, you can't help it 😈

Leviathan

Pretty much canon that he watches hentai. So despite being all shy and stuff, he's way kinkier than you might think

Likes to roleplay that his tail is a tentacle, touch you with it, choke you with it, watch you desperately suck on it like it was his cock... He might come from the sight alone

I talked about this on an ask, and is pretty much a given, yes, he has two cocks 😶‍🌫️

So he's a fan of double penetration. Whether you're afab or amab. If you're afab, one in each hole, if you're amab, he would just love if you could take both of them in your tight little hole 🤭

With that in mind, he'd be thrilled to have you suck on his tail as he's fucking you with his both cocks pulsing inside you

Choke him while you fuck him hard and degrade him. He will die, go to heaven, and be sent back to hell

You could hear his supplications of 'please' falling off his lips like a mantra, his voice restrained from your grasp around his throat, his cock twitching at every one of your degradations, tears threatening to fall from the pleasure

His whimpers and flushed face scrunched up in pleasure made you want to torture him further until he couldn't string words together

Satan

Cockwarming him while he reads 👀

If you start wiggling he will harshly spank your ass. He desperately wants to thrust his hips and feel your walls frantically spasm around his cock, but he wanted you to break first, so he could have an excuse to punish you and absolutely break you

'Be patient my love, if you want me to reward you. Otherwise, I'll have to take drastic measures to ensure you behave. You wouldn't want that now... Or would you?'

He likes to fuck you especially hard whenever he knows Lucifer is close by to brag remind him who you belong with

Angry sex

Not necessarily anger directed towards you, but whenever he was feeling on edge, his thrusts were always harder, his grip on you tighter, his usually calm demeanor turned into unrestrained passion and his desire for you could not be satiated

Soft lovemaking afterwards bc it's important to him for you to remember how much he cares and loves you

He likes temperature play🔥. Especially with hot. Personally, I hc him being naturally proficient at elemental fire magic. Bc you know, fire, anger all that.

Heating up his hands while spanking you 🔥👀

Asmodeus

Full on exhibition kink 👀

He finds you, and himself of course, the peak of beauty, so of course he wouldn't deprive other ppl of your beautiful passionate love making. If you're into it, he would gladly fuck you in front of a crowd, constantly whispering all the dirty things he's thinking

'Look at them, darling. They're all dying to be in my place right now, to have such a pretty little thing all to themselves. They can enjoy the show all they want. We both know, it's me who you're dying to have buried between your legs and pleasure you like no one has before, right?'

Bathtub sex 👀

Started as a normal bath, you were both relaxing buried between rose scented bubbles. He started gently rinsing your hair, and started admiring your back, his lips leaving a trail from the shell of your ear to your shoulder

Of course he couldn't resist your nude body sitting so close to his, tempting him to touch you, to pleasure you

Likes to be blindfolded and tormented with long edging sessions that almost always turns into overstimulation bc he doesn't want you to stop

Bonus points if you dirty talk him and pull on his hair.

With his eyes covered, all he can focus on is the pleasure you're making him feel. Though the blindfold is dampened with his tears he begs you to keep going

Beelzebub

Breeding kink 😳

He just loves to pull out after coming inside you, and watch as his release flows out of your abused little hole. The sight alone will make his cock harden with desire, ready for another round

He's so strong, he can effortlessly bounce you up and down on him, using you like you were a fleshlight, leaving you with nothing to do, but to enjoy the intense sensation of his massive cock being rammed in and out of you

Fucking loves to play and suck on your nipples. Loves the way you shiver when he hungrily traces circles with his tongue and suck, leaving hickeys all over your chest

The first time you got intimate, it was so hard to fit him inside you. Despite of how ready you were, you needed vast amounts of lube and force for his cock to enter all the way in

But the pleasure you felt at the pressure of his shaft on your walls on your weak spots had you forgetting about the pain in no time

Likes to spread your pussy lips/asshole to have a better view of his cock stretching your tight hole open

Always restraining his strength and harshness of his pounds bc he's afraid to break you

He's into praising. Giving more than receiving.

'You feel so good around my cock' 'Yes, grind on me just like that' 'You're taking me so well'

Eating takeout after. His treat 🧡

Belphegor

Big fan of 69

He just loses it when he lazily licks and sucks at your sex, lying sideways on the bed with yor legs spread over him as you sucked and slurped all over his cock

When he's too tired to actually fuck you, he will cuddle you as you both fall asleep, and fuck you in your dreams

The first thing he does when you wake up is mercilessly pound his cock into you irl

He likes to play soft lo-fi in the attic as you have slow sex

The kind of slow sex where you've just woken up from a nap, the rest of the world blurry as your focus is on the way Belphie's cock slowly thrusts in and out of you and just savours the euphoric sensation of your body wrapped around him, and the feeling of being close to you

Likes to have you suck on his fingers, enjoying the way your pathetic cries are muffled by them

He loves to mock you when he knows you're barely holding it together from the pleasure of his hard thrusts

'What is it, babe? Finding it hard not to scream while I ram my cock into your weak spot over and over again? Hm? Well too bad. I don't care if the whole Devildom hears you. You're gonna fucking scream for me.'

Author's note: Finally, other set of spicy headcanons🔥. I know, I'm a liar for not uploading that Luci one-shot when I said I would, but I swear, work just takes out most of my free time. And I'm very nit-picky with my writing, so I don't post something until I've re-read and decided it's okay. Fortunately, January is my last working month, so I'll have way more free time to complete requests on February 💕

Part 1 | Part 2 | Masterlist

#obey me smut #obey me smut headcanons #obey me shall we date #obey me #lucifer obey me #mammon obey me #leviathan obey me #satan obey me #asmodeus obey me #beelzebub obey me #belphegor obey me #levi obey me #asmo obey me #beel obey me #belphie obey me #gender neutral mc #obey me shall we date smut #nsft

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threadsun · 1 year

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Under the Rug (18+)

The much requested sequel to Appearances to Keep!

Fandom: Obey Me! Shall We Date?

Pairing: Belphegor x gn!Reader

Content: noncon, degradation, gaslighting, victim blaming, very violent language, sexualising a terrible unhealthy relationship, blackmail, bruises, blood, dacryphilia, sadism, forced orgasms, forced masturbation, facial, death threats, necrophilia threats, snuff kink, black eye, just generally deeply fucked up dark shit because Belphie has problems. This is another dead dove kinda fic there is no RACK in this place it’s just fucked up.

Synopsis: Belphie's finally shown you his true colours. In public he’s so sweet and attentive and kind, but behind closed doors you’re a cross between his punching bag and his favourite fleshlight. Your life is in his hands, and you know that one wrong move could mean death. But how long can you keep this a secret? How long can you keep sweeping this under the rug?

“It’s not nothing. You’re injured. Just tell us who did it and we can let it go.” Lucifer’s voice is even and calm, but you can sense the anger bubbling just under the surface. There’s no doubt in your mind that ‘letting it go’ will involve a nontrivial amount of violence against the one who had left bruising and swelling around your eye.

“I told you, it’s fine.” You don’t look up from your plate, pushing your breakfast around with your fork. “It was an accident.”

“It’s that guy you’ve been seeing, isn’t it? The one you’re always out with?” Mammon’s far less put together than Lucifer, knuckles white as he stabs at his food angrily.

“I’m not—”

“Come on, we’re not stupid.” Asmo chews on the corner of his nail, face scrunched in a rare display of annoyance. “We know you’ve been seeing someone. And they’re not treating you right. You’re always all... banged up! And you reek of sex. Not the good kind, either.”

“Look, I’m fine.” You bite the inside of your cheek, refusing to look at any of them. “I’m fine, it was just an accident. And I’m not seeing anyone. It was just... an accident.”

“What was?” Belphegor wanders into the dining room, glancing around the table at all the serious faces.

“Look!” Asmo points towards your face. “Can you believe anyone could do such a thing? And to such a gorgeous human?”

Belphie’s eyes turn to you, inspecting your face as though it’s the first time he’s seen your injury. As though it wasn’t his fist that made your eye swell nearly shut. You refuse to look up, but soon enough his soft hands are tugging your face towards him. His expression is gentle, caring. He looks so worried as his thumb traces over the mark softly.

“Who did this?” His voice is quiet, angry and heartbroken. His eyes well up with tears.

“They won’t say.” Beel frowns. “We’ve asked. But we think it’s their new boyfriend maybe?”

“Boyfriend?” Belphie tilts his head, confusion written all over his face. His thumb digs into your bruise and you wince, but all eyes are on the baby of the family and how sweet and upset he is.

“They’ve been seeing someone.” Satan purses his lips with a frown. “They won’t say who, but he’s clearly not been treating them well.”

“Alright.” Lucifer’s voice takes on a tone that says the discussion is over. “Leave this to me. Who’s on washing up duty? I think we’re all done with breakfast.”

“Come on, I’ll find something to put on that.” Belphie frowns softly, hand gripping yours tight as he pulls you to stand. “We’ll be in the attic. You guys find whoever did this to them, okay?”

He’s nothing short of caring and attentive as he leads you out of the room. As his brothers file out after you both, his arm slips around your waist to hold you gently. His nails dig into your side, not enough to be obvious to the others but enough to be a clear threat through your shirt. He holds you to his side tightly, crushingly. A painful reminder of the first time he’d ever taken you into his arms...

“Take care of them.” Mammon’s voice is oddly solemn, patting Belphie’s shoulder.

Belphie nods, accepting the encouragement and reassurance each brother bestows on him as they head off. It makes your stomach turn, watching them comfort him. Him, of all people. You were the one sporting the swollen eye and numerous other injuries both physical and emotional. Injuries he had caused. And here he was, getting all that comfort. Lying so easily, looking for all the world as though he were distraught by the idea of someone hurting you.

The act doesn’t drop until the moment the attic door closes behind you. His shoulders drop and he sighs, flicking the lock and shoving you towards the bed. You stumble, just about catching yourself as you sit awkwardly on the edge of the bed. He stalks towards you, face curled into a sneer.

“An accident? That’s the best you could come up with?” He scoffs as you flinch, trying to shrink away from him. “I don’t know what I expected from a human.”

“I didn’t tell them, I didn’t! I won’t!” You find the words coming out of your mouth before you can even think about them, hands shaking.

“Oh, I know you won’t.” He grabs your chin, almost tenderly. “Because the moment they find out, I end your miserable little life.”

His hand trails up to press against your bruised eye. A flash of pain, and you find yourself tearing up, trying to bite back a pained whimper. You’ve learned that the more you cry and beg and sob, the more it turns him on. The rougher he is with you. The more he beats you and fucks you and ruins you in every way he can.

“We’ll have to be more careful,” he sighs it out, like you’re both on the same team here. Like neither of you want his brothers to find out. Which... in a twisted way is true. But he speaks like you want this as much as he does. Like it’s a forbidden romance rather than vile abuse.

His thumb presses harder against your bruise, other hand gripping your throat as he kisses you roughly. His lips are harsh against yours, tongue forcing its way into your mouth. Once he’s pried his way between your lips, the kiss turns disgustingly tender. The hand around your throat cups your face instead, brushing over your cheek almost lovingly. When he pulls away, you can see for just a moment the obsessive adoration on his face before it melts back into a hard snarl.

“We don’t want them finding out about our little... arrangement. They wouldn’t understand. I can’t have them thinking I’ve gone soft, just because I understand the value of a warm, desperate human to fuck. Or worse, getting mad that I’m treating their pet human like the worthless little punching bag that it is. And you don’t want anyone finding out what a little whore you are, do you? You don’t want them to know how easy it is to just bend you over and fuck you raw. What cute little tears you shed when you’re getting used. How much you love it...”

“I don’t—” Your common sense kicks in mid-protest, and you shut your mouth quickly.

“Oh, come on.” Belphie scoffs, hand pushing past your waistband to rub his palm against the heat between your thighs. “Are you still playing this ridiculous game? We both know how much you want it. How much you need it. How much it turns you on when I use you. Don’t you remember how much you begged for me to fuck you last night? When I gave you this pretty little mark?”

His thumb presses into the bruise again, your throat tightening at the pain. Last night... It was hard to forget. Flashes of that night come unbidden to your mind: His hand pressing hard into your spine, keeping you pinned face down on the bed while he fucked you from behind. His tail lashing at your ass until you were raw, red, sobbing. His claws digging into your chest, thighs, back, leaving deep gashes in their wake that were sure to scar. His voice, growling threats to you, threats and stomach-turning praise at how good of a fucktoy you were.

“That’s right, you remember, don’t you?” Belphie’s hand is slow and teasing, working away beneath your underwear. It’s hard to deny how good it feels. “You were so out of it, but I’m sure you remember everything you said to me... Begging for more. Begging me to fuck you harder. To use you. You even begged me to hit you more. That bruise, you asked for it. You begged me to leave a mark where everyone could see. You wanted them all to know how good I make you feel, even when I hurt you. Like a good little whore. You tried to deny how good it felt at first, but after the first time I made you cum... well, you really changed your tune, didn’t you?”

Begging...? No. No, you hadn’t begged for him. You’d begged him to stop, to leave you alone, to please please please stop hurting you. To stop fucking you. To stop this whole thing. And then... and then he’d made you cum. You hadn’t wanted to. You’d begged him not to make you. But his hands were so nimble, so soft and skilled... You couldn’t help yourself. You couldn’t help the way your mind melted. And you’d babbled a bunch after that. You’d said so many things... but what were they? Surely... surely, you’d been begging him to stop. Of course you had. You didn’t want this. Not in the slightest.

“Don’t you remember?” Belphie’s voice is a condescending little coo, pouting at you as his hand works a little faster. “Don’t you remember begging me to hit you? Telling me how good it makes you feel? Come on, focus.” His thumb digs into your swollen eye once more, and you can’t ignore the jolt in your stomach as his hand works harder on you.

Fuck... did you beg for it? Did you say all those things? You can’t remember what you’d said, you’d been babbling. In pain, desperate for relief, probably willing to say anything to make him stop. Surely you didn’t like it. The pain, the abuse. Of course, you don’t like it. It wasn’t your fault he made you cum. It was a natural reaction to being touched like that, fucked like that. You don’t enjoy the beating and fucking. That would make you a—

“Pathetic little slut.” Belphie pulls his hand out from your waistband, showing you the sticky wetness on his palm. “You like this. Deny it all you want, but your body doesn’t lie. And neither do you, when I get you nice and fucked out. So, what do you want this time?”

You don’t answer, too busy trying desperately to remember what you’d said to him last night. Had you really begged him to hit you hard enough to bruise? No... you would never... but, there had been a nice rush of pleasure when he’d pressed on the bruise while touching you...

You’re brought back by a harsh slap. “Come on, I can’t mark you anywhere they’ll notice. But that doesn’t mean I can’t hurt you. Answer me, what do you want?”

“Don’t... please, please don’t.” You’re not sure what you’re begging for. For him not to touch you, or not to make you ask for it. Whatever it is, you know it’s pointless to beg.

“Alright.” He shrugs a little, letting you go and stepping back.

You stare. He... he said alright? You hesitate. “I can... go?”

“Yeah,” he steps aside and gestures to the door. “Go right ahead.”

You stand slowly, eyeing him warily, waiting for him to change his mind. You’re half way to the door before you think to ask. “What’s the catch?”

“No catch.” Belphie looks smug. “I’ll just show everyone the pictures I have of you. Moaning on my cock, looking braindead as you go down on me, arching your back so I can spank you nice and hard. I was hoping to keep you all to myself, but if you want to go then I guess I can share. Let everyone know that our human exchange student is also a desperate, free-use slut. I’m sure there’s plenty of demons at RAD who’d love to do much worse to you than I do.”

Your heart drops, stomach jumping into your throat as you think of all the things other demons might do. Maybe... maybe you are better off giving in to Belphie. Letting him do as he pleases to you.

You slowly return to the bed, sitting down with tears in your eyes. “I’ll stay...”

Your voice is a broken whisper, but Belphie beams. “I knew you’d be smart about this. Now, tell me what you want.”

What do you want? To escape. For him to let you go, to delete the pictures, to never mention this again to anyone. You want to be free of him. To be able to wake up without aching ribs and bruises. To not be his personal cockwarmer anymore. To not feel his hands on you all the time, subtly riling you up even as he pretends to be so sweet and kind in public. To not be touched by him, no matter how good it feels, how much it turns you on...

“Don’t just squirm like a desperate whore, use your words.” Belphie growls, claws pushing into your chest as he forces you onto the bed properly. “Tell me what you want.”

His claws dig into your skin, tearing at your shirt and staining it with blood. He pins you down, sitting on your chest and ignoring the winded wheeze from your lungs. Your brain scrambles to come up with the answer he’ll like the best. The one that might make him go easiest on you.

“Whatever you want!”

Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

The sound of Belphie’s belt and zipper was almost as loud as the pounding of your heart in your ears. Had you really just said that? Hadn’t you learned a single thing from all of this? Giving Belphie that kind of power...

“Finally...” It was a sigh of blissful relief, his hand fisting his cock as he stroked himself over your face, thighs straddling your chest. “Finally, you’ve learned your place. You’ve learned to enjoy your place beneath me, to enjoy being used like the toy you are. Now, touch yourself for me.”

You whimper as precum drips onto your face, watching him stroke his cock. It’s hard to stop the watering of your mouth as you stare at it, so used to having your mouth forced down onto it. He’s trained you so well. Too well. Your hand slides past your waistband to touch yourself, just like he ordered. You don’t want to know what he would do if you didn’t...

“Fuck,” he’s got that look in his eye again. Almost like he adores you, in his own twisted way. “You’d better be good and cum for me when I tell you to. I don’t really feel like having to slit your throat today.”

He says it so casually, like it’s the most normal thing in the world. But you can see his cock twitch at the thought. It’s hard to forget how much he seems to enjoy the idea of killing you. You hear it each and every time he uses you. Every depraved, fucked up fantasy he has about all the ways he can kill you and use your body after. It... fuck he’s got you too well trained. Too conditioned. The number of times his skilled hands have worked their magic on you while he told you about his snuff fantasies, just hearing them again makes heat pool in your core.

“Maybe I’ll tear a nice hole in your stomach and fuck your guts. Fill you with cum as you bleed out. Or I could hang you. Watch your legs kick as I string you up, fuck you as you get tighter and tighter around me, your body convulsing... Fuck, what else?”

It takes you a moment to realise the question isn’t rhetorical. You can feel the coil inside of you tightening, your hand hitting all the right places. “W-what else...?”

“Come on,” he slaps you with his free hand, sighing in disappointment. “You’re not really fuckdrunk already, are you? Come on, give me another idea.”

Your mind races, heart pounding as your hand works faster. His hand comes up, ready to slap you again. “Bathtub!” You blurt out, voice laced with a moan. He slowly lowers his hand. “You could... fuck me from behind. While... drowning me. In— In the bathtub.”

“Good,” his hand works faster, licking his lips at the mental image of you struggling as he holds your head underwater. “Good. Maybe that’s how I’ll kill you, once you’re no longer useful to me. First I’ll train you to cum for me whenever I want, though. I want to feel you cum for the last time as you die.”

His voice is breaking a little, breathing laboured as his coherence slips away a bit. You aren’t doing much better, heart pounding in fear and arousal as you touch yourself for him. These fantasies that revolt you, that make your stomach turn... they also make you melt a bit, disgust and desire mingling horribly in your stomach as you continue to get yourself off for his amusement.

“Go on, cum for me. I want to see your face when you do. Shit— You’d better cum before I do, or I’ll kill you here and now. I’ll reach into your chest and tear your fucking heart out.”

His voice is a desperate growl, eyes hazy with lust. You can’t tell if he even notices what he’s saying, but you’re not about to take that gamble. You need to cum for him. Now.

You almost wish it was his hands on you, he always seems to know exactly how to touch you. Exactly how to make you cum for him. The thought makes your stomach turn again, but you focus on the hard, dripping cock throbbing right above your face. You imagine how good it feels when he actually bothers to take the time to prep you before fucking you senseless with it. Thankfully, you feel yourself crash over the edge, covering your fingers in warm cum. Your head drops back and you moan something incoherent. He presses hard on your bruised eye as you do, your body spasming under him as the pain and pleasure mingle in a horribly wonderful way.

“Fuck, good human.” He growls out, fist working fast as he finally spills cum across your face. “Fuck, there you go... A gift, for keeping our little secret.”

He leans down and kisses you almost sweetly, tasting his own cum on your lips. It’s an uncomfortable position for him, crouching over you, so he moves to settle on the bed beside you instead. He pulls you to him, fingers pushing slightly into the gashes he’s left on your chest. You wince at the pain, hating the twitch of arousal in your stomach that accompanies it. He seems to be admiring the new marks mingling with the old ones.

“You’d better keep these nice and covered up. You don’t want anyone else finding out about this, do you? You’re mine. Only mine. And only I get to hurt you.”

#18+ only #obey me! shall we date?#obey me nsft #belphegor x reader #gn!reader #dark side of the sun #sunshine #back by popular demand part 2 of the fucked up belphie fic :3c #more fucked up than the last one too!!#crosspost

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obey-r-us · 2 years

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Devildom Shelter and Rehabilitation Center Ch. 1

WARNINGS: (GN Dom Reader known as Dr. MC with You and They pronouns), Xenobiology/philia, Game hunting/Poaching, Angst, Gore/Body Horror, Possessiveness, Medical, Sex Toys technically, Monsterfuckery, Whump, Polyamory, Mention of fighting rings/neglect/abuse, People being shitty, World building go brrr, Other tags to be added

Similar to Pet AU by @phantasmiafxndom and The SCP Fandom (both contain dark content beware!!)

You and your friend Solomon work together at Devildom, a shelter and rehabilitation center for all sorts of Demons ranging from Little Ds/Imps to your average Demons, but now you have 7 new patients. Avatar Class Demons. These more monstrous creatures haven’t been seen in so long, that taking care of them will be an absolute priority.

Today seemed like a normal day, you got up and went through your morning routine like clockwork. Solomon was always at work before you but the two of you liked to make it a game even if you always ‘lost’, but your coworker knew not to push you too far out of his respect for your dedication to helping the Demons that inhabit your shared workplace. An old castle used to be where the large spread of buildings sit, though some argued that letting the crumbling mass be torn down instead of being preserved for historical value plagued the area around your work space despite the more than prepared guards who were suited up to handle any type of attack. Human or Demon.

Passing by the guards with quick greetings you entered into the lobby where the hall split into two directions, to the left for visitors and to the right for staff. You waved to the barely awake Amanda before scanning your keycard and ID and standing back as the heavy steel doors whirred to life and their inner mechanisms unlocked with heavy clunking sounds. Once the light turned on you pushed your way past the parting doors and didn’t flinch as they quickly slammed shut behind you, creating a puff of air against your back. You turned to the break room and saw Solomon already sipping a cup of coffee, pointing to another one on the counter next to him.

“You didn’t let it cool down did you?” You ask, face scrunching up at the idea as you put your belongings on the table nearby and grabbed the cup. Good, it was still warm.

“You know I would never do something that cruel to you, my star pupil.” He smiled over the rim of his cup while you sat down in one of the chairs tucked into the table.

“Yeah yeah you old fart~” You tease back, rolling your eyes in fake annoyance. It had been so long since you joined Devildom and was tucked under the Demonologist Solomon King’s wing, it’s hard to even remember what it was like back then when you didn’t know any better about the cute and creepy hidden behind those heavy doors.

At first you found him arrogant and unnecessarily cryptic but over time you realized that wasn’t all who was, he deserved to be confident since he was one of if not the most knowledgeable Demonologist in the country, even back in Jerusalem he was renowned for his abilities so his reputation was nothing but pure gold to work with. At least now you could appreciate your mentor’s personality, though his ability to cook would have you rather eating the bricks your joint workspace was built with. You sipped your coffee and idly played on your phone until a timer went off to alert you that it was almost time to clock in and officially start the work day.

You stood up and walked over to your locker and kneeled, quickly unlocked it via inputting your personal keycode. Solomon chugged the last of his coffee and offered you a hand to help you up, which you took with a silly expression as you tossed your now empty coffee cup into the trashcan by the door. The two of you walked together down the hall and turned into a section of rooms where the Little Ds were kept. You handed Solomon a clipboard and free pen before you pulled on some protective gloves and shoe covers as per policy when interacting with any class of Demon. The Imps kept in their little containment units weren’t a huge risk but it was better to be safe than sorry, since it was so early for the typically nocturnal creatures you were coming in to inspect them a bit before they needed to go to bed. Solomon read over the previous inspection papers from the earlier shift as you unlocked the first door into the Yellow Unit and stepped in only to be greeted by the loud chirps and growls of the bouncy demons at your feet.

The round shadowy demons scattered around your boots, claws yanking at the protective sleeve despite not being able to tear the industrial material. You counted all the little heads and relayed to Solomon.

“I count 21 Yellow Imps. Can you confirm?” You ask, eyes not leaving the crowd below as Solomon counted them in record time, nodding and writing down the number.

“I confirm 21 Yellow Imps. Do you see Number 2?” He asked as you knelt down slowly into the swarm of small creatures, hands parting the crowd in order to find the one you needed.

Number 2 let out a cackling noise as he skittered up into your hands, mouth stretched into a huge grin. You nod, “I have found Number 2, do I proceed?”

Solomon rereads the entry from the previous sheet of paper and gives you a thumbs up without looking up from the clipboard. So you let the demon crawl up your shoulder so you can hear him better as you inspect the rest of the Greed Imps, fingers pressing into their mostly solid bodies and watching how their ombre eyes move under your practiced gaze. Number 2 happily chattered away in your ear as he updated you on what happened during the night time shift. Of course you had to double check with Solomon to make sure everything on paper was accurate to the recordings of earlier.

You noted out loud, “Number 16 and Number 9 apparently fought over a piece of food that ended in them clawing at each other so hard that the head covers that looked similar to comically small top hats that were knocked off which resulted in a small bout of confusion in figuring out which ‘hat’ belonged to who.”

After you felt Number 21’s fangs to make sure that they were in safe condition you let them down and let the smaller demon float away back into a small separate group amongst the room of Imps. Number 2 gripped your ear but you cooed at him and ran the pad of your thumb over his horns.

“I know, little guy but Dr. King and I have to go inspect the other Imps okay? We’ll see you again in the middle of our shifts for your afternoon vitals check and once more for your breakfast once it’s night time. I pinky promise~” You giggle as you feel your finger get hugged and rubbed against by a chubby cheek before Number 2 let you put him back down on the ground to rejoin the rest of his friends.

You looked around before standing up fully and stepping carefully to avoid squashing any shadow demons before Solomon followed suit, shutting the door behind him and locking it and checking off the status of the Yellow Unit. The rest of inspections went as smooth as possible for having to handle 126 other Imps, especially with the more volatile natures of Envy in the Orange Unit and Wrath in the Green Unit, who always fought for your attention and each other during this time of day.

The Sloth Imps always gave you nerves at how limp they would look when laying on the ground as if dead and deflated but with enough practice you were able to tell that all of them were simply asleep or playing dead to avoid having to do much during your inspection. Sometimes their sleep schedules would mess with the typical nocturnal activities of demons but Sloth Imps simply operated a little differently than their 6 Alternates.

Right after locking the Sloth’s Purple Unit, Solomon’s radio came to life and a voice from another employee shouted out. “ALL S RANK STAFF MEMBERS TO LOADING DOCK. I REPEAT: ALL S RANK STAFF TO LOADING DOCK! WE HAVE A CODE A-R. CODE A-R. OVER AND OUT!”

Solomon’s calm smile broke into a near manic grin as he slipped the clipboard into the bin by the Purple Unit’s door and grabbed you by the wrist. Your memory shook as you went through all the codes in your workbook and what A-R could mean while Solomon whipped through lower ranked staff members like a bat out of Hell (heh).

I-S meant Imps, and if they were a single color class then the first letter of their color would be listed. I-S-Y, for Yellow. For example.

L-D meant Lower Demons. Your typical run of the mill average creature without any color class, though L-D-S and L-D-I was for Succubi and Incubi and needed more specific security features in order to make sure only specialized staff members would work with the charming demons.

H-D was for the less common Higher Demon, which was honestly just there just in case Devildom actually did somehow get a stronger demon in their facility.

CODE KING was the reddest of red flags. There was a King Demon a very, very, very long time ago but he eventually went to Sleep and his son took over along with a servant/guardian demon but those were practically mythical demons, similar to the rusty CODE G which was reserved for High Ranking Angels. But you didn’t work with Angels so you barely knew anything about what their codes would be.

A-R… CODE A-R…

“Oh shit-” You mumbled out loud as Solomon slapped his clearance pass against the key reader and brought you into the giant loading dock, which could be compared to a large warehouse in regards to size and space.

A-R meant Avatar Class Demons. Not quite as powerful as those that would warrant a Code King, but those that were so beyond the strength of Higher Demons that they had to get their own category. Avatars hadn’t been sighted since The Great Depression, where the country basically became an upper level of Hell until things got back to normal. Not that you would consider nowadays to be Heavenly but it was better than back then.

Devildom’s personal militia came into the loading dock with seven large reinforced cubes, slight dents and scratches just barely showing under the dock’s bright lights. That was definitely a concern. Those cubes weren’t cheap because they were special made for the strongest demons you had on record. That is, ever since the last sighting of any of the seven Avatars. Wait- there were seven cubes. If you didn’t count that two were connected on their own separate bed that pulled the ungodly weight inside of course.

You looked to Solomon and he looked back to you, the expression on his face was a mixture of sheer horror and absolutely nerding out. And the noises from inside some of the cubes didn’t help with your instinctive urge to hide away… But you didn’t get this job because you were a weak willed coward, you passed all the tests and waivers with flying colors, even able to resist the charm abilities of the Succubi/Incubi in containment and back at the testing range.

You gripped Solomon’s hand for a brief moment before letting out a sigh and stepping forward to meet up with another S Rank Scientist who was also star struck at the trembling metallic cubes.

“Dr. Smith what do you know so far, we heard you over the radio.” Solomon spoke up as you looked over your shoulder to the cubes being carted away to a different part of the dock in order to figure out the rest of the processing order.

“We got a call from a small group of hikers who noticed that a mansion nearby that was previously in pristine condition last week was now engulfed in flame, with giant holes and what looked like bite or claw marks in the wall and surrounding vehicles. Then of course the noises of people screaming and intense violence as one demon flew out of the flames to pluck a running man up and tossed him into the air like a toy before being let to crash into the ground. No casualties from the reporting group but they just narrowly were able to escape.” Smith sighed, her lip tightening as one cube bucked on its bed as whatever was inside was beginning to wake up from the countless shots of paralytics and tranquilizers, potentially sedatives if the previous ones weren’t enough.

“Looks like someone’s waking up, we need to get these demons under control so we can safely process them. Get Rogers and Ubah and the S-Medics and we’ll meet you at the lab okay?” You say before dragging Solomon with you to the lab with a group of armored guards around you. It was best that you go into the lab protected in case those cubes didn’t hold back the rowdy demon inside. Part of you couldn’t help but be impressed by the damage the metallic walls were handling before showing any signs of violence from the inhabitants.

After a bit of anxious waiting the lab showed a green light above the doors and a loud buzzing sound was heard. Your team slowly entered the doorway as Smith jogged up to you.

“It’s not as bad as we thought but it’s still pretty rough. One demon has had a pair of wings cut off, another is currently regrowing severed limbs while the one that woke up early is muzzled despite being able to spit acid, but the metal is still keeping the mouth mostly shut.” She said, leading you and Solomon to the slightly smaller part of the lab where the two of you gazed through secured glass to see the creatures being carefully processed by nurses operating machines and some guards near the enter and exit ways in each section of the processing tables.

Their forms were unlike you had ever seen before, much larger than even your biggest demons in the entirety of Devildom. Since the full reveal of the unconscious bodies wasn’t completely visible you had to guess the giant insectoid centaur with double the amount of nurses and guards working on it was just one example on how large and monstrous Avatars could get.

Smith must’ve heard you thinking and commented, “The one with a separate team has a fast metabolism so they need to work twice as fast to avoid waking it up and potentially eating someone. It was found halfway through swallowing part of a pick up truck.”

Your stomach coiled at the idea of eating metal but you were human, gifted as all get out but that was still a big leap to try and take. You made sure to balance the clinical and compassion as you were walked away into another area where you were going to observe each individual demon with assistance as others like you did the same.

It took quite a while but soon enough you watched as the demon you were assigned was deposited into a large transparent cell kept inside a larger cube made of layered metal like the cubes back in the loading dock. It laid there limply on the ground, slowly breathing in and out as the medication was still racing through the demon’s system.

You look to your side at the table of supplies given to you and you pressed the button on your recording equipment to begin a live documentation, as customary.

“This is Dr. MC doing a first observation of one of the seven Avatars transported to Devildom Shelter and Rehabilitation Center as of 7:39 AM on May 8th 2022. Subject is currently unconscious from processing but vitals show no need for concern, administered medication has done its job and the demon should be waking up within the hour. While full visual of the creature’s body is impossible at the moment, what can be noted is that the full length from head to tail is approximately 2.3 meters. Height and weight to be added in later upon observation. It has gold and black feather that cover most of the body while some metallic scales appear underneath some, especially near the feet and underbelly that extends from the bottom jaw to the end of the tail.”

The demon twitches slightly and you pause for a moment as it shifts slightly on the flat floor, a talon scratches into the stone ground.

“7:46 AM, signs of waking up are already noticeable with sudden muscle movement. One primary talon appears to be up to 35 centimeters long… Two spiraling horns exit from the temples of the skull that end in a curved point with an estimated length of 59 centimeters. The right horn has a reforming sawline in it, but has been wrapped and braced to avoid any further damage.”

You take a sip of water and continue to watch as your assigned demon slowly begins to move, it’s wings flexing to reveal a fleshy underside that was previously covered by a thick skin that peeked from some feathers near the first shoulder blade. You make sure to make note of the bronze colored claws at the ends of the black skinned wings as well as the strange white bones that you should be struggling to see through the dark skin but they appear to be highlighted in a luminous powder. Strange.

Some time passes… This was always the tense part of processing new demons. The waiting… It was akin to climbing to the top of a rollercoaster but never quite reaching the top until your patient woke up with typically unhappy responses. It was a test of patience, that's for sure.

“8:14 AM, Avatar is unresponsive but does have occasional activity of the muscles and quicker breathing that lasts for fifteen seconds before calming down to a slow rhythm. The wings have attempted flapping but don’t do much before tiring out and folding back into the sides of the subject’s back, almost as if a type of camouflage as the dark skin blends in with the darker parts of the feathers coating its body. Will keep an eye on that aspect in further testing.”

A groan cuts through the air as your demon starts twitching again, the white feathers around its head puff up as the face scrunches up like someone was shining a bright light in the demon’s face. You looked up to the ceiling and personally didn’t find the lights that bright but if it was to be compared to the sun just barely being up outside the facility you would note how that might feel different for someone who was drugged out of their mind.

“Mmmmnngff…” The demon slurs out with effort, visibly trying to shake itself awake from the heavy weight of the medication.

“8:26 AM, subject is now making noise and attempting to force the body to move…” You say quieter than before just in case the demon continues making any noise.

A few minutes of silence… You sigh under your breath and watch as it squirms weakly on the ground, the feathers at the end of the long tail fluttering slightly. You fidget in your seat, tilting your head slightly to see if there were any more of those white feathers surrounding the demon’s tanned humanoid face but only the front claws had some white on them, potentially white from the powder that made the bones of the wings’ underside stand out more against the skin. Your mind couldn’t help but think when those white feathers puffed up that your demon looked like a dandelion, which was very amusing despite how dangerous an Avatar Class Demon could get.

A few more slurred noises as the creature slowly tried shaking off the slumber, kicking out a hind leg and stretching it out so that the dark talons could fully flex. The tail flicked once more. Then the two wings fanned out at a marvelous length despite being shorter than a normal avian would need in order to carry their body length. Stunning. The gold of the feathers glimmered against the ceiling’s set of lights and you couldn’t help but stand up from your chair and walk a bit closer to the clear container.

Suddenly two eyes popped open, a blur of blue and yellow almost made them look gray against the orange tinted sclera. The pupils widened upon seeing you on the other side of the glass before the demon bolted from you and puffed up, baring a set of large teeth that were oddly blunt versus the sets of canines that were a good 13 centimeters long each. It squawked at you and flapped the short wings, obviously showing off how big and dangerous this demon could be and you simply stood there and watched, putting a hand up to tell the guards by the door to stand down as you could hear the sound of their boots hitting the ground in order to protect you.

“Hello there,” You wave up at the demon who snarled at you and flared the few tail feathers up at you, which almost looked like a face if you looked at the arrangement at the right angle. “I’m Dr. MC and I’m not here to hurt you. You’re safe here. The rest of the demons you were found with are being taken care of too. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

The demon clawed at the wall behind it and to the side before giving up and then trying to headbutt the glass separating you and it. You ask again, keeping your voice calm but firm.

“Do you understand what I’m saying?”

A pause before the demon made a strange noise akin to clearing its throat before the guttural noises peeled back into a voice you found oddly human. It wasn’t a nice voice but you don’t blame it for being scared.

“Why should I trust what you say, puny human?” The demon spat out at you, finally deflating a little while still holding eye contact.

You give it a shrug, “You don’t have to, I just know that some poachers saw you and your group and decided to get it on your claws and such. The carnage was reported and we safely transported you here so no one else would get hurt, including the seven of you.”

It rolled it’s eyes at you before squinting, “They tried to saw off my horn! They got what they deserved.” The creature growled, reaching up as if to make sure the horn was still there, only to pause at the brace and bandages holding the nearly severed horn in the right position.

You smiled as the dots finally started connecting in the demon’s mind. You? A human. Or well, a set of humans. Gathered his brothers together to get away from those disgusting hunters who treated them like garbage? Why would you do something like that?

“That’d be a shame, they’re very nice horns. I don’t think I’ve ever seen horns that spiral so many times.” You say, looking up at them nonchalantly.

“Don’t try to butter me up! You have me in a cage! Why I oughta…” The feathers began to puff up again as the demon slammed a hand down.

The guards tried to move but you turned to them and shouted, “I TOLD YOU TO STAND DOWN.”

The demon’s eyes widened slightly as the strange humans holding guns backed away from you and went back to the area by the door. Such a soft thing like you caring so much but still having so much authority in your voice… He hated to admit it but that was impressive to see. So he wouldn’t!

You turn back to it, “I apologize. These types of containment areas are temporary, once you’re all cleared for rehabilitation we can get you set up in ones much more comfortable and personable if that’s to you liking. We’ve never had an Avatar here, much less seven all at once! It will take a while so sorry for the inconvenience and discomfort. Speaking of which, since we’re speaking now. Do you have a name that humans can utter in order to address you?”

He stepped back slightly, what kind of trick was this? Some good cop bad cop schtick? This Avatar of Sin knew much better! Well, usually… It had been so long to have a human stay cautious but still so kind despite how easy it would be to reenact what happened back at that horrible mansion in the forest…

“You may call me The Great Mammon. And ‘m guessin you want to know my sin too? Well, it’s Greed so my new nest better be full of only the best things.” He smirked, puffing out his scaly chest so you could see how broad it was.

“Of course Mammon, Avatar of Greed. We’ll see what we can do.” You turn to the recording equipment and speak more clearly, “8:38 AM, subject self identified as The Great Mammon, the Avatar of Greed. It has passed the observational period and soon it will be-” “It? Do I look like a lamp to ya human?! You can use He for me or nothin at all.” He huffed. Why were facing away from him now? He surely hadn’t bored you already.

You bowed in apology, “Correction: Mammon uses He/Him pronouns. Not Negotiable. He will soon enter the interview period where we can piece together the story on how Mammon and other six Avatars got into Devildom’s care. End of recording.” You press a finger down on the button to stop recording and then reach for your water, taking a few swigs before turning to speak to Mammon again.

“My name isn’t human by the way. You can call me MC although you will hear me addressed as Dr. MC with They/Them pronouns. I will have to do stuff like record official conversations and whatnot between us for the people in charge but during times like this we can be a little more casual, but remember you’re not in charge or in danger while here. We’ll need you to work with us so we can make sure you and your group recover safely before even thinking of releasing you back into the wild, okay? We can’t promise perfection, but we can try.” You smile at Mammon as he looks down at you at his default height on all fours at 1.7 meters tall, you estimate while standing on his hind legs he’d be around double or so that.

You’ll make sure to make note of that later.

“So Mammon, those medications must have you feeling pretty woozy. I’m guessing you’ll want some food and water that isn’t human flesh sometime soon?” You ask, knowing the guards never fully got used to how casual your tone got when not doing Big Doctor Stuff.

He shrugged slightly, “I’m kinda thirsty but not so hungry. But Beelzebub will definitely be hungry if he isn’t already, I’d watch your arms around him. Those are like french fries to him.”

You blink at him, “Which one’s Beelzebub?”

Mammon raised a brow at you before remembering you didn’t know his name until he told you. “The big fly guy, ya know? Honeycomb eyes, buzzes loud and was covered in blood.” He waved a claw in a vague gesture like how his brother would fly around.

You nod, “Oh right! Big guy that Beelz… I’ll make sure to pass that along-”

He interrupted you, “And when you mentioned not promising perfection! Don’t say that to Lucifer, the big black feathered mostly bird guy with the long neck. He DEMANDS perfection, stubborn asshole…”

You were happy to learn more of the names of the Avatars at Devildom. Apparently they were all brothers who were traveling to a bigger area to spread out and hunt in until those poachers got each of them in sets of snares, traps and blowgun-like tools to give them stuff to make them unable to move.

Poor Lucifer (Pride) was fully conscious when having his lower set of wings torn off… Beelzebub (Gluttony) would be regenerating his sliced off arms and one leg back soon but it was still gruesome. Satan’s (Wrath) metal muzzle would have to be removed while he was still under or else his acid would make whoever was operating on him turn into swiss cheese. Thankfully Belphegor (Sloth) and Asmodeus (Lust) were mostly unharmed as the hooved demon was just choking out whatever he could reach with his tail while Asmodeus the drama queen now had cuts on his smooth skin and scratches on his glistening carapace.

Solomon was assigned Asmodeus for observational period and it became very evident that Asmo ruled over Lust via his “demonstration” of trying to charm Solomon and then throwing a tantrum before “giving him a show” so that he could see how truly beautiful The Avatar of Lust was. Cleaning crew was going to have a field day in his containment cell.

#raven at the writing desk #shelter au #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me solomon #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #read the tags at the very top there are so many tags in this area already plz #gn mc #dom mc #top mc #not nsft now but will be in the future #suggestive #for asmo's part

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