#Asmo Simeon and Solomons faces are perfect

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Dancing with Devils

Requested By: @midnightskyeneko

Word Count: 3,856

Summary: While everyone is gone, you put on some music to clean the House of Lamentation and the characters catch you dancing/singing. The Demon Brothers + The Dateables (Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, and Solomon)

You rarely had the opportunity to have the House of Lamentation to yourself. Usually, at least one or more of the brothers were there, desperately trying to gain your attention. 

Today, though, everyone had plans. Lucifer had something to take care of at RAD and was the first to leave this morning.

Mammon had a photo shoot and you vaguely recalled him sprinting out of the house this morning, shouting something about oversleeping.

Levi was going to a fan convention today and left the house stocked up with anything and everything he could think of to bring.

Satan had been asked to speak at a highly esteemed book club. He even practiced what he was going to say there on you to make sure it sounded educated.

Asmo had planned a long day at the spa. Massage, facial, mani/pedi. He was planning on doing it all and you were sure you wouldn’t see him until tomorrow.

There was a big Fangol game coming up so Beel wanted to hit the gym and get some extra training in to make sure he was in perfect shape for it.

Unfortunately for Belphie, Beel had begged him to go with him to the gym. He needed a spotter and as much as Belphie wanted to sleep, he couldn’t say no when his twin asked him so desperately.

So it was a quiet day in the House of Lamentation for you. And as much as you wanted to take the day and do whatever you wanted, you had some chores to get done first.

The more you looked around the house though, the more you saw how neglected it was. Dust coating bookshelves, crumbs on the table from meals, the brothers’ clothes strewn about. Barbatos would be livid.

You remembered one time when Barbatos came over and found a rat in the House of Lamentation. He was so furious that day and the threats he made sent a shiver down your spine. He swore if he ever found one again he would burn down the house.

You quickly moved to your room and grabbed the speaker that Levi had gifted you. You turned on some music and decided that you would spend the day cleaning. The house gravely needed it. 

At first, the music was mere background noise to keep you motivated to continue the task at hand. But, the more cleaning you got done, the more you had fun with the music.

Eventually, you started singing and dancing to the music. You were shameless in your performance as you cleaned because you knew the house was empty.

Lucifer had come home from RAD with his arms full of paperwork. He had a lot to do and intended to start on it as soon as he got back to the House of Lamentation.

But, the second he stepped inside the house, he was distracted by your figure bounding around the living room while you sang and danced to the music that was playing.

Lucifer was taken aback at first, but soon a smile was breaking out across his lips as he watched you. You looked so happy.

At some point, Lucifer had set down his paperwork in favor of paying you all of his attention. He could catch up later.

You finished dusting off the last bookshelf in the living room just as the song had ended and you let out a gasp as you heard someone clapping behind you.

A deep blush coated your cheeks as you came face to face with Lucifer who was smirking at you.

“That was quite the performance,” Lucifer stated, taking a few steps closer to you. A slow song had started playing on the speaker now, but your music was long forgotten - replaced by your embarrassment.

Lucifer stopped in front of you and held his hand out toward you. You looked up at him in surprise before placing your hand in his.

Lucifer pulled you close to him, his hand resting on your back as you placed your hand on his shoulder.

He smiled down at you as the two of you began waltzing around the room and you let out a small chuckle as he spun you around before bringing you back into his arms.

You laid your head on his chest as the song began to come to a close and Lucifer’s arms only tightened around you.

“My brothers can finish cleaning,” Lucifer stated, not ready to let you go. He wanted to spend the rest of the night with you and you knew how Lucifer was when it came to something he wanted. He was hardly ever defied. 

By the time Mammon had gotten back to the House of Lamentation, he was tired and wanted nothing more than to see his human.

It didn’t matter if he had been dragged through the nine circles of Hell, you always found a way to make him feel better and more energized.

But he was not expecting to find you in the way he did when he entered the dorm. 

You had no idea he was there, singing and dancing to your heart’s content. And Mammon was biting his lip to keep from laughing.

The music covered up any noises that he did make, allowing him to remain a secret bystander.

You were doing the most ridiculous dance moves and Mammon was loving every second of it.

You turned around to face a new direction when you and Mammon suddenly made eye contact. You immediately froze in your spot, your eyes wide and blushing furiously as Mammon finally let out the laughter he had been containing.

Well - there was no going back from this now. He had already seen your dance moves and he was going to tease you no matter what you did. So, you might as well finish enjoying the moment.

You motioned for Mammon to join you and now he was the one blushing. He refused at first until you gently grabbed his hands, pulling him into the middle of the room.

Mammon avoided your gaze as he scratched the back of his neck nervously. He took another moment to contemplate his decision before breaking out into his own set of dance moves.

They were equally as ridiculous as yours were and it instantly made you forget about your embarrassment as you both broke into loud laughter, continuing to dance with each other.

Lucifer came home during your and Mammon’s concert performance and was torn between laughing at the scene and questioning why that was his brother.

Levi had spent a lot of time at the convention, so he was expecting everyone to be home when he got back.

Imagine his surprise when instead of being met with his brothers, he was met with the sound of music playing loudly somewhere in the House of Lamentation.

Normally, the first thing Levi wanted to do when he got home was go straight to his room. But unfortunately for him, his curiosity was too strong and he found himself wandering towards the noise.

That’s when he found you singing and twirling as you cleaned the house. Levi let out a small gasp as he was torn between covering his eyes and watching you.

He felt like this was something that wasn’t meant for his eyes but he also couldn’t look away.

When you finally noticed his presence, you weren’t sure if you were more embarrassed or if he was as you both began blushing.

You were stuck in a stalemate trying to figure out who would be the first to move when suddenly a song from one of Levi’s favorite animes came on.

You could see the excitement in his eyes when the music came on and you encouraged him to dance with you.

He couldn’t - it would be way too embarrassing. But, then again, there was no one else home and he had already seen you dance. If you decided to say something to one of his brothers, he could turn it around on you.

You had somehow managed to convince him to dance with you and Levi had stolen the show. 

Never doubt an otaku’s dancing skills.

Satan came home in a good mood. His speech at the book club had gone very well and the first thing he wanted to do when he came home was to come find you and thank you for your help.

If it wasn’t for you, he wouldn’t have been as confident going into that meeting.

He heard music coming from the library and immediately went to the room to find you prancing around as you picked up miscellaneous books and placed them in their rightful place on the shelf. 

You held a duster in your hand so you could dust off the shelves as well and you sometimes used it as a microphone, to which Satan couldn’t help but chuckle.

Normally, a library was meant to be a quiet place, but Satan was grateful that today was an exception.

You climbed a small ladder to reach the top of one of the shelves, your hips swaying to the music and Satan couldn’t help but stare at you with admiration.

As the song came to an end, you felt a presence to your left and slowly turned to look. 

Seeing Satan standing there made you jump and lose your grip on the ladder. You braced for impact but you were only met with Satan’s arms as he caught you.

He gently set you down on the ground and you avoided his gaze as your cheeks were bright red. Not only had Satan caught you singing and dancing, but you also just fell in front of him. Your embarrassment was at its peak right now.

Noticing your discomfort, Satan gently grabbed your hand before spinning you around. You bit back a smile as you came back around to face Satan who was watching you with excited eyes.

The two of you fell into an easy dance and you soon forgot about your embarrassment from being caught dancing. 

After the dance, Satan led you to the couch in the library and pulled you into his lap, pulling out a book. 

As much as he loved watching you move around, now he just wants to hold you in his arms. 

He hoped you couldn’t hear how loud his heart was beating while you were sitting on his lap.

Asmodeus had come home feeling very relaxed after his trip to the spa. He only wished that you had been there with him.

When he got home and saw you dancing and singing, Asmo immediately started smiling.

He would be the quickest out of everyone to join you in your performance. 

He came up behind you and gently wrapped his arms around you, making you tense up slightly until you realized who it was.

“Oh - I didn’t realize you were home,” you admitted a bit sheepishly, slightly embarrassed as Asmo pulled out of the hug.

Asmo smiled as he took your hand and began dancing with you around the room. He tried to show you some dance moves from the Devildom while you showed him some from the human world.

You were both enjoying the closeness of the encounter and Asmo never made you feel embarrassed for dancing in front of him.

He also noticed how spotless the House of Lamentation looked and as the two of you began to wind down, he immediately suggested giving you your own personal spa day for all your hard work.

He spent the rest of the night pampering you and making sure to pay extra attention to your hands and feet since you had been cleaning for so long. 

Asmo can’t help the smile that rests on his face as he thinks about the two of you dancing together in perfect rhythm. Like the two of you were made for each other!

Next time though, he’ll suggest the two of you try a dance you didn’t get to do  - the horizontal tango.

Beel had just finished his long training session and he was starving. 

There was only one thing on his mind when he got home - food.

He immediately went to the kitchen to most likely eat everything inside of it. But he stopped when he saw you there.

He watched as you moved around as if you didn’t have a care in the world, and he couldn’t help but enjoy seeing this side of you. 

The thought of food had temporarily escaped Beel’s mind as he felt entranced by you.

But even though his mind wasn’t focused on his current problem, his body didn’t forget the pain it was in. 

A loud growl suddenly erupted from his stomach and you let out a small, startled shout as you turned to face the source of the noise.

You had a hand on your heart as you and Beel made eye contact and he looked down at the floor abashedly knowing he had been caught staring.

“You don’t have to stop,” Beel told you, silently hoping that you would continue. He was enjoying watching you dance around like you were having the time of your life.

You gave Beel a small smile, knowing that he would never judge you or make fun of you. 

You pulled a snack out of the fridge and handed it to Beel before continuing what you were doing.

Beel happily ate his food as he enjoyed the performance, occasionally offering you his hand to twirl you around before returning to his snack.

Once he was done eating, he offered to help you clean the kitchen and you noticed him moving the slightest bit to the music as he did so.

As soon as the kitchen was clean, Beel wanted to spend more time with you doing other things.

Belphie had gone to the gym with Beel out of twin obligation. But, it didn’t take long for Belphie to get tired and want to go home. 

He really did his best to try and help Beel with his workout. But - surely at this point his brother wouldn’t notice if he slipped out of the gym and went home right?

Belphie decided it would be worth the risk and managed to complete his plan. He immediately went home, hoping you would be there so that he could take you to the attic for a nap.

To his surprise, you were already in the attic when he got home, but you were far from ready for a nap. You were bustling with energy as you moved around the room singing and dancing.

You didn’t notice that Belphie had entered the room and you didn’t notice that he had made his way to the bed in the attic, his eyes glued to you the entire time.

Belphie didn’t want to ruin the show, so he simply laid down, thinking this would be a good view to fall asleep to. It would definitely give him good dreams.

Except he couldn’t bring himself to actually fall asleep. He was too enticed by you to close his eyes. He didn’t want to miss a single moment of your dancing and singing.

You let out a small shout when you turned around and saw Belphie lying on the bed, lazily smiling at you.

You immediately paused the music as your cheeks began to turn red.

“Belphie…I didn’t know you were back,” you told him, shuffling awkwardly next to the bed.

“You’re a good dancer,” Belphie replied with a small smirk, only adding to your embarrassment.

He pulled you into the bed with him and immediately laid on top of you before asking, “Do you have any other moves you want to show me?”

You had decided Belphie was determined to try and kill you…again.

Diavolo had come to the House of Lamentation in search of Lucifer. He had knocked politely on the front door, but when no one came to answer it, he got a bit worried.

He heard music playing from inside the house and decided to enter. Lucifer wouldn’t mind if he entered the house if no one had greeted him.

And, if something had happened then it was his responsibility as the future demon king to try and help.

His worries were immediately dispelled though when he saw you dancing around the house as you joyfully cleaned.

A large smile spread across Diavolo’s lips as he watched you, completely entertained by you.

He wondered how a human managed to gain such a strong hold over his heart.

When you noticed Diavolo standing there, you were immediately blushing. You had just embarrassed yourself in front of royalty.

“Diavolo - sorry, I didn’t see you there,” you stated, turning the music down just a bit.

“Apologies - I didn’t mean to intrude. No one answered the door and I was worried,” Diavolo replied.

“Oh, I must not have heard it. Everyone else is gone right now,” you responded and an idea lit up Diavolo’s eyes.

He graciously took your hand in his and pulled you to him. “If no one else is here, then we’ll just have to have some fun of our own,” he told you with a charming smile before moving around the room with you.

Once the initial shock had passed, you found it easy to dance with Diavolo and the moment had turned into an intimate one as you locked eyes with each other.

But then Lucifer came home and interrupted, confused as to what was happening. Did he have a meeting with Lord Diavolo that he somehow missed?

Diavolo was disappointed that the moment was ruined, but he was determined to dance with you again.

Don’t ask questions when he throws an impromptu ball a few days later.

Barbatos had been sent to the House of Lamentation on Diavolo’s orders. 

To be honest, since that incident with the rat, Barbatos dreaded coming to the house. But he would never refuse his Lord’s request. 

He could tell something was different immediately upon entry to the house. He couldn’t see any dirt or anything that had been misplaced. And it smelled strangely good. Not like food but something else.

Barbatos followed the sound of the music that he heard and all of his questions had been answered when he saw you doing a mix of cleaning and dancing.

Part of him was a bit angry that you were doing all of the cleaning yourself. Couldn’t the brothers at least be bothered to help? Most of it was their mess after all.

You let out a small gasp as Barbatos made his presence known. His intention wasn’t to embarrass you but rather to help you clean. He is the best at it and he couldn’t stand the idea of you doing everything on your own. 

You were grateful for the help and the fact that he hadn’t mentioned the dancing. 

Even though he didn’t bring it up, Barbatos was replaying your moves in his head. He couldn’t help but cherish the memory as he was the only one there to witness it.

He does attempt to get you to dance and sing some more while he’s there. So he takes the first step by gently moving to the music while he cleans.

You didn’t understand how he could look so perfect doing both tasks at once.

When the two of you made eye contact, you understood the want behind Barbatos’ eyes and soon you joined in with him.

This would be your guys’ little secret.   

Simeon was graceful in everything he did. Maybe it was a perk of being an angel - or maybe it was because Simeon was just that perfect.

Either way, one of those things he was graceful at was dancing. Though he didn’t do it too often. Mostly because he rarely had the opportunity to do so.

Simeon had come by the House of Lamentation to ask you a question, and he was so glad that he chose this exact moment to come by.

He watched you with pure love and admiration as you danced around the house. He wondered if you knew how graceful you looked.

Simeon wasn’t afraid to join you and gently grabbed your hand, catching your attention.

You didn’t have time to feel embarrassed as Simeon carefully took you into his arms and started dancing around the room with you.

He noted the way you moved with him and hoped that he would never have to find a different dance partner.

You had a small blush on your cheeks but allowed Simeon to lead you in the dance.

Your chores were long forgotten about as Simeon looked into your eyes, pink dusting his cheeks as well at your closeness.

If he could have you in his arms forever, he would never want anything else.

Simeon had a small frown on his lips as you both heard the front door open signifying at least one of the brothers had come home.

He let out a small gasp as you took his hand and led him to your room. You needed to spend at least a little more time with the angel before you said your goodbyes for the night.

Solomon was a very good dancer.

He had been alive long enough to know almost every kind of dance that had been created - save for the new dances that you showed him on TikTok.

Solomon is one who actually enjoys dancing so when he came to the House of Lamentation and saw you dancing about, he was very pleased.

He wanted to join in, but he also wanted to stand back and watch. It was a mix of wanting to simply admire you and wanting to dance with you.

He didn’t have much of a choice though, because you almost immediately noticed Solomon’s presence and you stopped dancing as soon as you did.

Solomon found the flustered look on your face completely adorable and he instantly moved to your side.

“Was that one of your ‘TikTok’ dances?” Solomon asked and you nodded slightly, your blush deepening. 

“Let me show you one of my dances,” Solomon offered with a smile as he suddenly pulled you into a dance.

You let out a small gasp as you flew into his arms and he seamlessly guided you around the room. You had no idea what dance you were doing, but somehow you were doing it. 

You saw the grin that Solomon was wearing while he danced with you and you couldn’t help but smile back at him.

When you finished dancing, Solomon asked if he could take you out. And as much as you wanted to go, you had to finish cleaning before the brothers got back.

Solomon doesn’t find that to be a problem though because with a snap of his fingers, everything was magically clean. Now you could go!

As you left with Solomon you made a mental note to ask him to do that trick again for you next time, instead of you spending your entire day cleaning.

[koolades-world]

Random Obey Me! Headcannons

Lucifer really likes human world blue cheese but refuses to admit it because he knows he will be made fun of for it by his brothers

Mammon has his first dollar he made in the Devildom framed and when Mc found it while looking for condoms he was really embarrassed

Idk it’s so funny to me to think of Mc and Mammon about to have sexy time and they need to go look for a condom. Mammon swears he has some so Mc goes digging though a drawer and finds a framed dollar bill while butt naked

“Mammon what is this-”

“SHIT UNSEE THAT HUMAN”

Levi has neck and back pains from all the gaming he does and really loves massages but is too scared to ask

Satan once stole a pair of Lucifer’s underwear and hung it from the RAD flagpole

Asmo made it a point to introduce Mc into his nightly routine as his face mask buddy, even to the point of doing it over call if they’re separated

This also sounds funny as shit imagine someone like Levi walking in on that

“So anyways, I stomped their skull in and got blood on my new boots. My hands also hurt from wringing the neck of that-”

“Asmo, Lucifer wants to know- HOLY SHIT WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU”

“A face mask, Levi. You could use one”

Beel loves kids and likes it when they use him as a jungle gym

Belphie always kicks people in his sleep without fail. Mammon swears he does it on purpose but knows he doesn't

Simeon does the best hair braids and is regarded the best in the Celestial Realm

Luke hates girl scout cookies since he thinks homemade cookies are so much better

Solomon can be seen leaving Asmo's room at any point during the day but nobody ever sees him going in. Imagine hanging out with Asmo and Solomon just fucking appears and then disappears just as fast

Diavolo's favorite color is pink

Barbatos has a succulent garden and Mc will bring him a new one every time they come back from the human world

Thirteen definitely loves Mexican food and spice in general

Raphael is convinced soft blankets are the best thing to ever exist

Mephisto once accidently knocked over one of Luke's cakes and felt so bad that he sent Purgatory Hall a buttload of money and wrote an article in the RAD newspaper about how great the angels were at baking

Mammon and Lucifer openly hate white chocolate (because it's not chocolate). Satan does too but pretends to like it because Lucifer likes it

Whenever Satan needs a parter to go to the events he gets invited to, Mc and Asmo are his first choices. He's closest with Asmo (Belphie is a second close) and doesn't mind the fanfare

Asmo and Beel often travel around the Devildom together. Asmo can't eat everything he orders since he just wants pictres so Beel is the ideal companion. Beel is also the perfect body guard

Solomon's current favorite liquor is Fireball and always has some on hand, but Luke always hides it because he thinks drinking is a bad habit

Barbatos definitely listens to heavy metal but everyone thinks he listens to classical music

If my grandmothers met the brothers, Beel would be their fav because he would clean his plate but if it was everyone, Simeon would take it home because he’s so charming even though he’s barely clothed

Everyone is so downbad for Mc I think it might scare off other people how much they hover. Like, a lower demon bothering you? Literally anything could happen to them, like they could be thrown in an endless loop of suffering, they could be made dirt poor for eternity, or they could be torn limb from limb <3 gotta love it

Asmo and Belphie make a deadly duo when to comes to trapping people/demons/angels. They both have the power to lure you in, and would probably take turn luring in victims for an evening as some sort of strange brother bonding. They both remind me of angler fish in a way. Asmo lures them with the pretense of sex and Belphie with relaxation, two things people can’t get enough of and they can stay calm enough to pull it off

Solomon has definitely made the brothers swap bodies or something crazy like that, on accident or not, you decide

Whenever Mc is feeling down, Diavolo offers his man titties as a nice pillow to relax on because he read somewhere once humans liked that

Beel is like a bull in a china shop so do not take him anyway where you need to be delicate. Belphie knows this, and will put him to sleep and carry him when they need to go somewhere like an antique shop by promising him a snack afterwards

Beel thinks Satan, Belphie, and Mc make the best weights out of everyone. Satan will just read, Belphie will just sleep, and Mc is like his personal cheerleader. However, he can and will lift all his brothers and Mc and the same time if he wants to, it’s just difficult to get them all in the same place at the same time

Thirteen, Belphie, and Satan got in a prank war once and it had to end in a draw since one party could not best the other. In the end, they made a final, collaborative prank and pulled it on Solomon

Mc once fell down the stairs in the human realm, ended up in the hospital, and sent the entire cast into panic so much that they took turns watching over them

Mephisto and Mc once had a night out drinking together and (somehow) returned to the HoL but were totally smashed. Lucifer forbid them from doing it again, but they still sneak out together and just crash at Mephiso’s place instead

[rae-writes]

om boys cumcanons

nsfw 

Lucifer

off white, has the thickest consistency of his brothers; it actually can be a bit hard to swallow all at once sometimes because of that, so he practically keens whenever your cheeks are puffed, visibly full of his cum, as you take your time swallowing it all. Tastes a bit bitter from all the coffee he drinks, but it’s not unbearable, and you start to actually like it after a while

Mammon

pearl colored with a golden tint, creamy consistency; you would think it tastes like sugar with the way it looks, but it’s just a distinct Mammon taste (with a tang of sourness from all the hell-sauce), and the texture is perfect for making you greedy to come back for more, which he is all too happy to give

Levi

paper white, but has some transparency to it, with an iridescent shine— it’s thinner than his brothers and a bit runny; he cums a lot so the consistency is good for quickly swallowing it down (and for easy clean up). Tastes like candy— literally. Sometimes leftover beads of it will roll off your tongue when you open to show him and the sight drives him crazy

Satan

milky with a rather normal consistency, though sometimes it’s thicker depending on how pent up he was; it genuinely looks like milk and is very easy to swallow. Tastes rich and almost sweet, like a loaded coffee that gives you the energy to keep going and going until you’ve both had your fill (gives a whole new meaning to the nickname ‘kitten’)

Asmo

pearly with a rose gold tint to it, a bit on the thinner side; he actually likes painting your face/body with it, so it’s pretty to take photos of and not too messy to where it’ll be hard to clean off (and he tastes amazing- like a fruity mixture but not too sweet and not too sour) 

Beel

off white and has the second thickest consistency, though his is more of a creamy texture like Mammon’s; he cums the most out of all his brothers so it’ll definitely overflow out of your mouth (not that he minds the sight). Surprisingly, he doesn’t taste that bad, but you can’t really pinpoint the taste- it’s kind of bland, but given what he eats all the time, you’re okay with it

Belphie

milky, normal consistency, and glints under direct light (like stars); loves having you open your mouth with your tongue out and let his cum drip off- very aesthetic, tbh. He’s a mixture between sweet and bland yet it tastes so good, especially in the morning (where you can be caught giving him a wake up call with head on many occasions)

Diavolo

off white and is the third thickest consistency, but he comes so much (more than Beel) that it’s basically impossible to swallow it all down without either taking your time or having it dribble down your chin. Has a hint of sweetness, but it’s mostly bitter in taste, and even more so because of how much is in your mouth at once. Not the most pleasant, but you manage

Barbatos

paper white, bit of a thin consistency, but thick enough to where it’s pleasant as it pools in your mouth when he doesn’t allow you to swallow until he’s finished working; he’s a curious mix of bitter and shockingly sweet, it’s almost confusing on whether you love it or hate it (you love it, come on)

Simeon

pearly white with a pearlescent glimmer, and the consistency is perfect, just the right amount of thick and thin; and- and his taste??? Delicious— a delicacy, if you will. You could sit and swallow his cum down all day if you could (and when you tell him this during one of your cock-drunk spells while licking said cum up? he ascends. absolutely lets you overstimulate him till he’s passing out right then and there) 

Solomon

off white, on the thicker consistency side; and I know what you’re thinking- but he actually tastes good- it’s kind of irritating, really (and makes you just want to get on your knees instead when he offers to cook for you. He can’t complain though, not when you’re shoving your cum coated tongue in his mouth and making him agree, though that might just be because your taste was mixed in too)

[twinksrepository]

An Angelic Alpha

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Simeon X F!Reader, hints of Lucifer X F!Reader

CW: Alpha and Omega Dymanics, Smut, blow jobs, penis in vaginal sex, creampie, dubious consent, voyeurism, Sub and Dom elements, breeding, possessive behavior.

Word count: Roughly 7.1K

A/N: In a world where only Humans have a secondary sex, you've enjoyed the freedom of the Devildom to your hearts content. Unaware of what happens when a certain angel gets the chance to be along with you and it turns out, he's not exactly an angel anymore.

So another brain worm and this one very much because it's Kinktober. I had a lot of fun with this one and I hope you enjoy it.

Images belong to Solmare.

You still don't know what to make of the sudden changes since you got back to the Devildom, for the first time ever under your own power. That feeling of freedom that you have here seems slightly restricted compared to before. 

And it's mostly because Lucifer, Diavolo, and Barbatos seem to be going out of their way to ensure you're never alone with Simeon. 

You just don't get it. 

They've never cared this much before, in fact the only person they cared about keeping you away from was Solomon and that was mostly when his ruts were due to start. 

All the men in your life that were from the Devildom and Celestial realm (minus Luke), all seemed to agree on a singular point. Solomon wasn't going to be allowed the chance to win you over because of biology. 

If anything, it was a point that seemed to make Lucifer bristle and glare even harder at the human sorcerer. The simple fact that of the three worlds, only humans had a second gender. 

And you just happened to be an omega. A detail that Solomon just seemed to love throwing in Lucifer's face. How he could never fill that biological niche that he could as an alpha, following it by one of those little chuckles of his. 

Of course, Solomon himself was respectful of your wishes to not just be a piece of meat to be snatched up and claimed. Part of you honestly thought that it was funny the number of times you'd gone looking for him only to learn he had taken an unexpected vacation elsewhere in the Devildom.

 You weren't dumb. Barbatos would never admit it, but you could see the gleam of mischief in those emerald eyes of his. The fact that you never got a whiff of Solomon in his rut was a clear indication that the demon that could open doors wherever he wanted was sending the alpha as far from you as possible. Plus the grin of satisfaction very much hidden under that mask of butler perfection might have also given him away. 

Solomon aside, it was one of your favorite things that you quickly found when you arrived in the Devildom. 

Freedom. 

You didn't have to worry about taking your suppressants to the point of it being toxic to keep yourself from being accidentally triggered into a heat. That ever present fear of being snatched off the street was gone, replaced instead with a sense of excitement every time you turned a new corner. Sure, you still took your suppressants, but you could also enjoy your heats when they came. 

After all, the brothers couldn't smell the difference lacking a second gender themselves and they had been around long enough to understand what your flushed skin and wanton moans meant. 

Asmo had been delighted. Even before forming a pact the Avatar of Lust had been more than happy to help you out, even telling you how he had been summoned by more than one desperate omega that needed release, but didn't want a mate, to help them out. After the first time, he had kissed your nose and told you how you had become his absolute favorite omega and he couldn't wait for your next heat. 

Somedays you wondered how any of them got anything done when you were in heat since you never seemed to be in bed alone.  

Well. 

Unless it was Lucifer. 

The Avatar of Pride was far from being a prude but he made it clear that if he was helping you, there wasn't room for anyone else in the nest you'd made on his massive bed. The demon had even gone so far as to have had a replica knot made that doubled as a cock ring to try and help sooth your burning body while his hands roamed your slick skin. More than once when you were well aware of your senses he'd whisper how he wanted to make you his, to claim you if you wanted it. 

Fuck did you want it. Wanted him. Oh how you hated the fates for the fact that the being you loved more than anything couldn't forge that biological bond that would forever serve as a divide.

 Even if, you were beyond annoyed at the sudden change in how he acted around Simeon. Like he was on guard or something. Every offer for tea turned down before you could speak, asking to help him go through some homework with Luke that he wasn't all that clear on also shot from the sky before you could utter a syllable.  

The growl you had heard from Lucifer when the two of you had been looking at Simeon's D.D.D. to see why it wouldn't stop switching to silent mode had made your head spin as if the demon had become an alpha all of a sudden. 

The worst part? Whenever you asked Lucifer what was going on he'd just huff before sighing and saying. “It isn't my place to tell you, Lamb. Just trust me, please.” You were certainly annoyed with him, even if he did his best to try and distract you from it with his affections. 

Which was part of the reason you were happy to spend some time after class with Mammon, even if he was plotting how to make some quick grimm. Sitting in one of the classrooms with the white haired demon as he giggled about how great this scheme was going to be, you focused on your book instead. Finally almost done reading the original version of the Seven Lords that Levi had you borrow on the strictest of conditions. 

“Mammon, this app you told me to download seems to keep causing my phone to crash.” You hadn’t heard the door open, or the sound of soft footfalls but you know the sound of that voice anywhere. 

“Ya must be usin’ it wrong then.” Standing and looking over the angel's shoulder before blanching. “I just remembered I got somewhere ta be!” A cloud of dust left in his wake that was reminiscent of an outline of the Avatar of Greed made you sigh. 

Slipping your bookmark in between the pages before you rose and approached the handsome angel. “Let me see Simeon.” Curling your fingers around his D.D.D. while standing beside him so he could see the screen and what you were doing, not that it was going to matter since even if he remembered the steps he was so inept with technology he would have probably just made it worse. 

A few taps and you see the problem. “Simeon, you need to stop letting Mammon convince you to install things on your phone. This one has been running a program in the background that's sending the information on your screen somewhere else.” Probably another one of Mammon's shady deals that he forgot about until Simeon asked him about it just now. “The reason your phone keeps crashing is because it's overheating from all the programs running at once.” A few more taps and you start uninstalling everything else that looks suspicious. 

“Thank you for helping me, Lamb.” Moving just a bit closer to you which you don't see anything strange in, if anything you lean more against his body. You've missed the chance to just spend time with the angel, plus you don't have to worry about being distracted by his shoulders and those stupid little hip windows since he's in his cafe outfit. You might miss the view but at least you aren’t left a blushing distracted mess in his presence. “I've missed spending time with you these last few weeks.” Curling one of his arms around the small of your back and resting his hand on your hip. 

“I've missed you too.” Glancing up at his face with a smile and a small tilt of your head, you hadn't expected him to be that close since your nose almost banged into his. “I'm sorry about that, I'm just not sure what's gotten into Lucifer lately.” Shaking your head and taking in a long exhale to try and stop yourself from getting more annoyed with the Avatar of Pride than you already are. 

Blinking at the nutty yet sugary scent that you smell, it reminds you of coffee and maybe some caramel, the kind made by boiling sugar and water and leaving it just a little too long as if the edges are starting to burn. 

“Wha…” Trailing off as you start to blink faster, your tongue feels sticky inside your mouth and your head feels a bit like it's underwater. Carefully letting Simeon have his phone back as you press the heel of one of your hands into the ridge of bone above your eye socket, trying to alleviate the sudden pressure pounding into your skull. “Sorry Simeon, I'm. I'm not feeling so good.” That’s an understatement. 

You feel like there's an inferno starting to burn just under your skin, the back of your shirt growing damp and clinging to your shoulders as you try to wipe the sweat beading along your hairline. That cloying scent hanging inside your nostrils isn't helping either, if you didn't know any better you'd think it was the scent of an alpha about to go into the early stages of a rut. 

But. 

That can't be right. 

“Here. Let me help you.” Fuck. Leaning against Simeon isn't helping at all, if anything the scent is stronger, his fingers gently pushing the soaked hair back from your face as you whimper. 

If you weren't so confused you might have heard the tremor in his voice, unaware of him licking his lips as he watched you. Too busy trying to focus on the reason for your body starting to ignore the commands of your brain like you’re in a syrupy daze. “I.” Your stomach is starting to clench the same way it does when you start to go into heat, your body warming and adjusting as the hormones associated with it start to flood your system. “I think I need to get home.” This is bad.

You're not supposed to go into your heat for another week, why in the Devildom is it starting to hit you now? And where is that scent coming from? It's making your core start to flutter and the slick you’re producing to trail past your folds in a steady stream. 

“Do you?” 

Huh? Squinting when you open your eyes, what is he asking you with that short question? 

Opening your eyes might have been a mistake. 

Simeon's face is barely millimeters away from yours, but what really has your attention is his eyes. Those normally celadon blue eyes tinted with yellow are nearly black, the thinnest ring of blue around his blown out pupils. “Simeon?” You don't understand why but you find yourself sliding your hand up the side of his chest, your thumb brushing the edge of the doublet feeling every stitch. 

“Do you need to go home?” One of his hands is sliding along your back, dipping lower until those long digits of his can slip under the hem and brush the damp cloth away from your body. “I can help you, you know that don't you?” 

“Simeon.” The nutty smell grows even stronger when he tilts his head. “What’s going on?” The beautiful angel lets out one of those airy laughs of his that reminds you of the sound of raindrops falling onto bells, soft and gentle, swallowing as your sex throbs hard enough that your knees almost buckle, clinging closer to him to keep yourself standing. 

“I think.” Brushing the tip of his nose along the ridge of your cheek before he dips his head, the point grazing the patch over your scent gland and you can hear his deep long inhale just under your ear. Your thighs clench sinfully as another gush of slick dampens your underwear further, possibly starting to spread to the fabric of your pants. “I'm going into a rut.” 

“But.” Your mind is scrambling, trying to make the dots connect that you should have figured out when you first smelt him and the pheromones he was releasing into the air. “You're an angel?” It comes out like a question that turns into a moan low in your throat as he opens his mouth and catches the edge of the patch keeping your scent gland covered and starts to tug it away. 

“No.” A rasp as he takes in another long inhale, the tip of his tongue dancing along the sliver of revealed skin. Like he could drink your scent that was starting to envelop the two of you in its heady mix. “I was.” With an animalist growl, his teeth snag the rest of the patch and you cry out at how quickly he rips it from your skin before burying his nose deep into the sensitive space between your neck and collarbone. 

You feel the way he sucks in your scent as much as you hear it, unconsciously arching your neck to allow him better access. “But Sim-” 

“Shush, I'll explain later.” Kissing the heated flesh with a tenderness that has you reeling after the previous ravenous display. “After I've had you, my pretty little Omega.” You cry out when he gives his hips a roll, the tented fabric of his pants brushing your stomach, the heat from his body sinking into yours through the layers of clothes currently separating you. “You'll let me have you won't you?” Hearing him let out a groan while he breaths in your scent has your cunt clenching, another wave of slick gushing out of you. It has to have soaked through your pants by now, you can feel the way it's starting to spread down the curve of you thighs and around your other entrance. 

Parting your lips as your brain keeps working to try and come up with a response to this impossible situation. Simeon? An alpha. It doesn't make any sense, but your body doesn't care, rubbing your lower half more against him and gasping as the material clings to your skin and rubs your clit in just the right way. “I…” Trailing off as the pleasure and fire inside of your body builds even more, your fingers digging into whatever part of his waist coat you can find. 

“Please, tell me yes.” Lifting his head away from your scent glad but never away from your skin, a trail of pebbled skin rising in the wake of his lips over the burning flesh. “I've wanted you for so long, but I've never had the chance to tell you just how badly. Please.” As much as he's begging there's still an undercurrent of a command to his request, another shift of his hips and it's hard to ignore just how heavy he feels pressed against you. “I feel like I'm burning up and you're the only one that can help me find relief.” 

Hearing that you let out the softest whine, almost as if you're calling out to that other side of him, trying to tell him how you feel the same way. That your blood feels as if it's boiling in your veins, scalding your heart the longer you spend just breathing in his scent with your fingers wanting to grip his skin instead of the thick cotton of his clothes. Your brain is still being railroaded by your hormones and the omega part of your brain, your tongue parched and heavy as you try to speak. 

Managing two words. 

Two simple words that seem to make both of you snap. 

“Kiss me.” 

Your voice is low and desperate as you utter the words, your eyes lidded while you watch Simeon hoping he understands what you're trying to tell him. You want him, no. You need him. 

His teeth clash against yours as he moves, there's none of his usual grace in his movements as he pulls you more against him. Your chest crushed against his while his mouth licks at the seams of your lip, groaning at the sloppy exchange and wanting more. With his hands grasping the curve of your ass it's hard to ignore how instiant the wet muscle is as he tries to slip it into your mouth. 

With your hands still curled in his shirt, unable to move them because of his hold on your body you moan as you part your lips, long and low as he plunges his tongue into your mouth and slides it around as if mapping every couture to commit it to memory. If his hands hadn't been holding you in his firm embrace you might have slumped to the floor as the omega part of your brain crooned in pleasure, tasting something akin to honey that was making your core throb and clench even harder. Another gush of fluid rushing out of your cunt, it was like the floodgates had been shoved open and you wanted nothing to do with closing them. 

Your lungs burned when Simeon pulled his mouth away, panting while his hands kept moving and massaging the plush flesh of your butt in his hands. “You taste so much better than I ever imagined.” Nuzzling his face against yours has you moaning, his hold loose enough that you can trail your hands upwards into his dark locks. 

“Simeon.” Mewling his name while you inside clench hard enough to make you pause. “I need you.” 

“I need you too.” A long exhale before he nips at your lips again. “Need to feel you around me, stuffing you full. You want that don't you?” Ghosting one of his hands upwards to slide under the hem of your shirt and sliding those soft digits along your burning flesh. 

“Yes Simeon, please.” Whining low in your throat at the thought of him pounding away inside of your core. 

A brief chuckle before his voice drops into a deep timber you would have never expected from the gentle angel before. “Wrong name.” Using his body to guide you until you can feel the edge of one of the desks against your lower back, his hand roaming your front now and the smooth skin of your stomach.

“Please Alpha.” Begging as you roll your body to feel more of his cock brushing against your body, trying to grind as best as you can against him and letting your actions be dictated by the Omega portion of your brain taking the reins of your mind. 

“Such a good little Omega.” Stepping away from your body causing you to cry out, your fingers reaching for him and wanting him close. “Shush.” Placing his index finger against your bottom lip, the soft pad trailing over the bruised skin. “I want a taste of something else.” Dragging that lone digit down your face and along your chest, chuckling as you arch into him to maintain as much of the physical connection as he keeps moving lower. Moaning as he starts to trace the wettest part of your pants and feeling the heat from your core. “So wet, but you need to be to take me don't you Lamb?” 

Dragging your nails along the nape of his neck as you whine, just the sensation of his finger brushing the covered lips of your pussy has you almost cuming. Your body so close to the edge, you do need all the wetness you're producing to take him. “Yes Alpha.” Fluttering your lashes as you admit it.

Gasping when his hand trails underwards and works his palm beneath the band of your pants. When the very tip of his finger brushes your clit through the fabric of your sodden underwear your knees do give out. Slumping against Simeon with your mouth wide open in a silent whine, your brain short circuiting while your heart beats a mile a minute inside your chest to the point of pain. “Is that all it takes for my sweet little Lamb to tumble over the edge?” The tip of his tongue trails along the shell of your ear with a deep rasp that makes you jerk your hips pathetically as you chase after more of his touch. 

“Please Simeon!” Screaming as your mouth works for more than a few words. “Please Alpha, I need more than just the edge of your hand.” Tears brimming on your lashes, making those beautiful blue eyes of his blurry. “Please” Nearly bellowing the last word as your fingers dig into his shoulders hard enough to form small bruises through his clothes. 

“My poor sweet desperate Omega.” His lips brushing your ear as he speaks, it's almost a low growl that makes your stomach churn. “You want me to touch you, but you're making so much noise. It's almost like you want someone to find us and put a stop to this.” Removing his hand from your pants and you let out another whine at the loss of his soft palms against your skin. “You want me to touch you so badly you're willing to scream loud enough for the whole Devildom to hear.” 

Your brain is a confused mass of hormones at what is happening as he steps away from you, letting you fall to your knees in front of him. You don't even feel the impact of the hard tiles, too concerned with the loss of his body against yours. Tilting his head and letting out a tutting noise as if he's disappointed in you. “Simeon?” Blinking up at him as more water falls your eyes, the forlorn tone of your voice at his rejection does nothing but make his shoulder fall with another shake of his head. Those brown locks of his shifting to hide his eyes for a moment. 

“You want more of my touch but you're just not listening to me when I tell you to be silent.” Sighing through his nose and the disappointment in his voice makes your heart pang. “What kind of an Alpha would I be if I just let you do whatever you want?” 

“Please Alpha, I can be good. So good. Just tell me what to do!” Mewling as you beg, doing everything possible to keep your voice from carrying past his ears. Watching his face through the tears, unaware you've walked right into the trap he set for you. 

“I'm not sure I fully believe you.” Those dark hands of his move to the bottom of his white waistcoat, lifting it just enough so you have an unobstructed view as he makes a show of slipping the leather of his belt loose from the silver buckle. “As much as I do want everyone to hear you screaming my name.” A loud snap as he undoes the button followed by the zing of the metal teeth of the zipper lowering. “I want it to be when my cock is deep in those walls while you beg me to breed you.” 

Rubbing your thighs together to try and gain some relief with your eyes focused on his hands, aware of the saliva pooling at the back of your mouth. “Please Simeon, Alpha, breed me.” Making sure you call him both names, to reinforce that you can follow his orders in keeping your voice low. 

“I will.” Pushing the dark blue fabric of his underwear down you find yourself licking your lips at the thick cock and heavy looking balls attached to him that spring free. “After you prove yourself.” A few pumps of his length and you watch a few drops of pre cum trail from the tip to splatter on the floor. Panting at the wasted fluid while the air thickens with the scent he releases, more of that lovely coffee like odour. “Now come here and prove how good you can be by sucking your Alpha's cock.”

If anyone had ever told you Simeon could say that line with a straight face and a command to his voice that borders on sinful you'd have laughed at them. Hearing him say it in this instant however, has you crawling forward on your hands and knees, stopping when your cheek is at his thigh nuzzling against the white fabric. Looking up at him through your lashes while his cock twitches next to your face, waiting for a moment to see if he'll give you another command. 

When nothing comes you shift toward his length ghosting your lips along his shaft, hearing him hiss through his teeth as he takes a deep inhale. Using the tip of your tongue to toy with the skin around his head, humming at the salty taste of his skin laced with something else that makes your hips rock. As much as you want to tease him, the omega in you wants to please him to follow his orders, because it wants this thick cock inside your pussy pumping you full of his cum. 

Slipping your lips over the tip and flicking your tongue against his slit before you start to suck. Feeling your eyes rolling in the back of your head at the noise of pleasure he lets out, his hands moving to tangle in your hair. “That’s a good girl.” Panting the words of praise you moan, starting to bob your head so you can take more of his length into the wet cavern of your mouth. Your clit throbbing in time to the pulsing of his cock as you keep sucking, your cheeks hollowed as you work to please him, to prove you can follow his directions and do as you're told. 

For Simeon, it's taking all of his willpower not to snap his hips forward and shove his length down your throat until those pretty lips of yours are kissing his balls. Breathing in through his nose to try and keep his breathing under control to aid in keeping the voice screaming at him to ruin you from taking the reins. 

He didn't know it could feel this good. Earlier when you had been leaning against him with his phone in your hands he felt that churning in his stomach, like a boiling that for a moment left him confused. Then his dick had started to fill with blood and his nose grew more sensitive, sniffing the air and finding the most delectable scent lining his nostrils. He knew then what was happening. Something he had been worried about, but after a year of being human without having a rut he thought perhaps he would never have one. That having started his existence as an angel meant he didn't have the secondary gender you and Solomon had. 

Tonight, he'd learned he was wrong. 

At first, his plan had just been to see how far he could push you, but once you started letting out your own scent to answer his he knew he needed more. Wanted to see how your lips felt around him, planning to leave after he spilled his seed down your throat, his words earlier all an attempt to get you into a more pliable state. “You have, no idea how long I've wanted this.” Moaning the words as you started sliding your tongue along the bottom of his shaft, rubbing the sensitive nerves in a way that had his dick twitching in the confines of your throat. 

“All the times I offered to help you in your heats, but Lucifer would never let me. Said how it was beneath me.” Groaning now as he gripped the soft strands of your hair in his palms. “I was so jealous, jealous of my fallen brother that was able to help you, to make you scream his name while he fucked you until he was exhausted. To know that he knew you so intimately in a way I never could.” Letting the words roll off his tongue while you kept moving, slowly making your way to his base. All thoughts of letting his balls empty in your throat gone. “Until now.”

Hearing him say those had your pussy clenching hard enough it was starting to hurt, wanting to have his cock there to squeeze around instead of in your mouth. Yet your omega kept yelling to keep going, until he was cuming down your throat and telling you what a good little omega you were for your alpha. Your lips are stretched wide as you keep moving, sucking and humming intermittently, gagging when his head hits the back of your throat. Edged on by his voice and how much he wanted you, the faint tugs in your hair were more pleasurable than painful and helping to keep you grounded. 

It's doing something to your head, to think that Simeon, this beautiful angel had wanted to try and help you when you know he knew, probably still doesn't know, anything about sex. Now he can, in the back of your mind the more rational part of you is whispering how he's acting on instinct. Letting his alpha have control and telling you what to do, listening to the needs of his body. It's making your spine tingle. 

“Fuck.” Jolting a little at the swear coming from him as his hand grips your head harder, to keep you from moving. Growling as he shifts back and his cock pops from your lips, still connected by a thick strand of spit. “You're such a good girl, doing just what I asked.” His chest heaving as he takes a half step back and loosens his grip on your head, one of his hands sliding forward to cup your cheek after brushing some of the strands of hair stuck to your face away. “I was going to cum down your throat.” Whining that the thought as your omega screams no, how badly it wants it. “Instead, I'm going to paint your womb white.” 

There has to be a puddle under you now, it's like a faucet and the promise to breed you has your omega screaming for an entirely different reason. “Yes, Alpha.” Whispering the words as you arch your back to put your chest more out there and on display for him. 

Watching him work the buttons of his waistcoat loose before tossing it onto one of the desks, his tie, a matching shade to his eyes follows. His fingers work on his shirt before he growls, giving up on slipping the plastic through the holes and ripping it in his haste. His movements are more hurried now as he drops to the floor in a way you can only describe as fluid. 

His hands flew to remove your clothes from your upper body. If you had been more aware you might have thought to remove them yourself, but his soft hands grabbing and tugging at you have you mewling. You like how rough he's being with you, it's so against his doting nature. 

Tugging your shirt off over your head before he simply breaks the snaps of your bra, letting out a noise of satisfaction as he places a palm over each of your breasts. “Your nipples are so hard, and these fit in my hands perfectly.” Licking his lips for a moment before tearing his eyes away and you see the unfiltered lust he's swimming in. “I'm going to come back to these later.” A promise as he leans in to kiss you once more, there's no teasing as you part your lips to let him plunge his tongue in and do as he pleases. Humming as he slides it against yours, making you wonder if he enjoys the taste of his cock lingering in your mouth. 

Using the kiss to distract you from his fingers working the fasteners of your pants loose, hearing the sticky peeling of the fabric as he tugs it down your hips with your underwear. Breaking from the kiss when he needs the space to get the offending garment off your legs before growling once more. He forgot about your fucking shoes. Deft fingers undoing them and throwing them somewhere in the room before finally getting rid of the last remaining garments. 

Ghosting his fingers up the inside of your legs until he reaches your thighs, a line of fire shooting right to your core as he spreads you open. “What a heavenly sight.” His choice of words deliberate as he raises his gaze to your face. “Those quivering muscles covered in fluid just waiting to welcome my cock.” A hand on the center of your chest as he pushes you to the floor, using his other hand to shove his pants down around his ankles. He’s far more concerned with your soaked pussy than getting his shoes off to fully remove his trousers. 

As much as he's using his hand to keep you against the floor lifting your head you can still see his dick waving in the air, the head weeping more fluid that makes you whine. A shuddering breath when he’s done and lifts his head to meet your eyes, you could have cum just from the look in those sinful orbs. Swallowing hard as your heart begins to pound harder inside your chest, certain Simeon has to be able to hear the way it bangs against your ribs. Sliding your hands along your stomach until you can touch the silky smooth skin of his arm, his lean frame hiding the hard muscles of his body, your eyes fluttering shut when he starts to shift your legs apart. Making room for himself between your legs. 

“My good little Lamb, it seems you can listen.” His thighs pressing under yours and you aren't sure whose flesh is hotter, yours or his. “I should give you a reward.” Rocking his hips just enough so his cock is sliding along your slick folds, spreading your juices along his length. Teasing you as he keeps a steady pace but shifting forward and back so that on occasion you're forced to cry out when that weeping head knocks against your clit. “The noises you make for me, they just make me want to slam deep inside of those walls and stay there.” Dragging his hand down from the center of your chest, over the expanse of your stomach, his touch feather light causing you to shiver. 

A slow blink as he tilts his head, a twitch of his upper lip as he stops moving. The tip of his cock pressing directly against your clit making your head swim. The coil in your stomach tightens as you pant and mewl pathetically, trying to grind your hips only for him to keep you from moving. “Tell me what you want.” His voice is a low rasp that seems so out of place from the angel and his gentle reassuring tones. And you didn't miss the command in your blissed out state. 

“You Alpha.” Tears spring to your eyes at how close you are, the heat from his sex sinking into your skin and the pressure that is just enough to have you hovering but not enough to tip you over. 

“Good Omega.” A shift of his hips and you feel him pull back, the head of his cock rubbing against your sodden core. Smearing more of your slick along with his pre cum against the sensitive skin. “I'm going to ruin you.” 

A single snap of his hips and you scream his name as your orgasm racks through you, every muscle in your body tightening at the sudden intrusion. Your insides scream at the burn from the sudden fullness that is his cock splitting you open. Your hands claw for anything to hold onto as your lungs empty of air with the force behind his thrust. 

Simeon felt his eyes widen at the vice like grip around his length, of your walls spasming around him as if to suck more of him into your warmth. His balls tightening as the pressure in his gut builds. Groaning as the sweat drips down his face while he tries to stay still, to let those gummy walls of yours adapt to him. Otherwise he’ll be cuming early. 

A small voice, the last shred of his sanity whispers that it's fine to cum from how wonderful you feel engulfing his dick. How it's alright not to last when it's your first time. It's drowned out by the newly awakened alpha inside of him screaming how he can't cum until his knot is stuffed in your hole, to keep his seed inside and breed you properly. 

Hissing your name like a prayer through his teeth as he wills himself to hold on, at least until you’re aware of your senses again. 

The fire racing through your veins has you breaking out in a sheen of sweat. You've never cum that hard before, and certainly not from just being penetrated. The omega in your brain is loving it, purring its contentment at having an alpha seated deep in your core. 

A pressure in your abdomen as you blink more and more fluid from your eyes and suck in deep lungfuls of air through your mouth. Sliding your hand across your skin until your palm is just above a bump in your skin. 

“That's me.” Rasping the words as your brain made the connection, tilting your head you see Simeon’s face screwed tight and watching you through narrowed eyes. A few drops of sweat hang from his bangs as he pants just as deeply as you do. His entire body shaking and you can see the lines of water collecting on his tan skin to run towards where you're joined, following the path of least resistance with gravity. “But we'll see if we can't make that bump grow for the next few months.” A sinful promise as he starts to move.

Sliding his cock out of you has you arching your back, the pleasure not unlike when he had rammed into your guts. You aren't going to last. A few thrusts as if testing the waters before he starts to jack hammer into your supple core, growling how good you feel around him. Your hands fly to his wrists, something to hold onto as his palms trail higher to grip just under your ribs and hold you in place while he wantonly fucks your core. 

Any thought to try and speak is gone from your mind, too lost in the haze of mounting pleasure that's building inside of you once more. Your body starts to release chemicals to starve off being overstimulated, to keep you from tripping past that point so you can keep cuming around his length. Biology lets you tumble over the edge again to try and coax him deeper inside of you. 

It isn't long until you cry out for a different reason, a hard mass constantly bumping into your clit when his cock slams deep. “Fuck.” Hearing him swear has you opening your eyes once more, blinking to try and clear your blurry vision. His gaze is fixed on your sex as he rocks his hips impossibly hard and fast. “Why won't it-” 

“Position.” Gasping the word as he looks up and sees your teary eyes watching him, a moment of clarity hits you because you understand what the problem is. “Push my legs into my chest.” Moaning when those large soft hands of his do just that, pressing behind your knees so you're folded. 

“Good girl.” Kissing the skin of your leg as the new angle allows him deeper access, so he can put more of his weight behind his thrusts. “I can feel it starting to go.” Panting as his knot starts to force its way into your bruised sex, into that tight confine to form a seal. “You feel like you were made for me.” 

You can't answer him again, too lost in the sensation of his knot placing more pressure against your clit as he rams it in. You've never been fucked this rough before and you're loving every minute of it. Like this, each thrust has him hitting nerve clusters along your walls like an electrical panel, lighting your brain on fire with every move. 

“Simeon!” You can't help yourself as you scream at the top of your lungs when his knot suddenly pops past that tight ring of muscles and wedges itself against your G spot. A series of micro orgasms racking your body, designed to force his knot to remain inflated, missing the once Seraph bellowing your name as his balls empty his paste like seed against your womb. Trembling as he collapses forward with his entire body crashing down onto you, his first orgasm and he almost passes out moments after you do. 

Almost.

One hand rubs his face to remove the sweat before he places his slides his palm between your bodies, stopping once it’s against your stomach where his tip has the slightest bulge formed. Grinning to himself until he hears the door open. 

“Has anyone seen Lamb?” His brow furrowed as Lucifer glances around the student council room, he knows you're still upset with him and he needs to try and find a way to placate you before your next heat.

As much as he doesn't mind not being allowed to touch you when you're upset with him he still needs to make sure you're tucked safely inside the House of Lamentation before that happens. Ideally in his room, using his bed to make your nest, even if he's not allowed in it. 

“She's with Simeon in one of the class-” He doesn't have time to hear the rest of Mammon's words. An uncharacterized mad dash as he rushes for the door to the student council room. 

With the thick wood open every demon inside the room can hear screaming, and for the brother's its a very familiar kind of scream. “No, no, no no.” Chanting it like a mantra as Lucifer runs faster, following the sound of your wails, flinching when he hears the cries of a male following yours. 

A deafening bellow just as he reaches where his keen senses have led him, he doesn't bother with the doorknob as he rams his shoulder against the wooden divider. 

His heart sank at the scene. 

You're spayed out across the floor, a spreading puddle of sweat under your naked form. A drenched head of what might have been brown hair before it was darkened by liquid lifts, a pair of celadon blue eyes like two lights in the darkness. 

“Lucifer.” A husk laces the voice of one of his oldest friends as Simeon shifts to reveal how the two of you are connected and his hand rubbing your abdomen as if pleased with himself. A glimmer of mischief and pride in his celadon blue eyes that meet his crimson ones. “Come to help me breed my sweet little omega? I'm sure she'll be happy to see you once she wakes up.” 

Back to Masterlist

I make no promises but the brain worm has also produced thoughts for a follow up threesom...

[shall-we-die]

How would the bros (if you write them all, but you can just lucifer, mammon, levi if you only write 3) react to people online shipping them with reader? Making ship edits, rumours they’re dating etc.

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The brothers and Diavolio absolutely think you guys are in love. But they don’t dare to mention it to Lucifer out of fear of his wrath. (Brothers actually are jealous.) Asmodeus is the only one who is vocal about how in love you guys seem. Lucifer has an extremely hard time with trying to act ‘normally’ around you in front of the other brothers. Getting all flustered and avoiding direct eye contact, when they make comments about you. But he's actually feel good (in an evil way, when his little bros are acting jealous.) Everyone, and I mean EVERYONE, in the devildom thinks that Lucifer has feelings for you, and you *definitely* have feelings for *him*. Belphegor and Satan are in fire... Simeon is a little bit jealous while Barbie doesn't give a shit. Diavolo and Solomon constantly make jokes and tease Lucifer about his ‘obvious’ pining. Lucifer himself, vehemently, denies everything and insists it’s just a silly rumour. The most intense feeling of flustered embarrassment fills Lucifer’s chest. An array of feelings from annoyed, to flustered flash across his face- when he realises the others are showing him one of those weird edits. He desperately tries to play it off, and act cool and composed- but you can tell he’s flustered by his slight blush and avoiding eye contact. Lucifer would deny having seen the edits- but in reality he would go and look at them himself, once alone. Saving his favorites to his phone.

When demons in Devildom ship Mammon and MC together, they would gossip in a teasing, amused tone. They would make bets on various milestones of their relationship - first kiss, first date, when they would move in together, etc. They would also speculate on how Mammon would act around a romantic partner, making jokes that he would be completely different from his normally greedy, childish self. They're kinda so mean to you guys, they think a weird human is the best soulmate for an idiot demon like Mammon. And Mammon? He would be more protective, more caring, and more attentive. They would also gossip about how MC would handle Mammon's possessive nature, and how they would deal with his greed. Mammon would be absolutely thrilled whenever he came across edits of himself and MC together. He’d likely save them all and look at them obsessively. He would feel a sense of love and joy whenever he saw them, and it would boost his ego. He’d probably show them off to his brothers and boast about how good he and MC look together, and how they’re perfect for each other.

Demons in Devildom love shipping Levi and the MC, they think they have a "special connection" and that it looks like they are in a relationship. they love making fun of Levi for his "tsundere moments" and constantly tease him about the possibility of them being together. Asmo (again) is especially vocal about it, always saying that Levi should confess already. Beel and Diavolo ship them too, and occasionally try to "set them up". Satan is slightly more mature about it, but he does enjoy watching Levi squirm when others tease him about his feelings for the MC. Lucifer, on the other hand, is a bit more observant and can see the chemistry between Levi and the MC, but he keeps his opinions to himself for the most part. Belphegor, though he may act disinterested, secretly thinks they make a cute couple too, but he won't admit it.

[authormars]

Headcanon dumb bc why not?

We'll do one per character since I don't do that very often

Lucifer showers in the morning and night every day and, if he can, will brush his teeth three times a day (once in the morning, once after lunch, once at night)

Mammon sleeps in nothing normally, but if MC asks him to be in their room, is sleeping in his room, or he's sleeping over at someone's house, he has the decency to put sweatpants on (unless MC doesn't want him to 👀)

Levi is amazing at art and regularly does commissions for people. In Satan's room, above all the shelves, he has posters made by Levi for his favorite shows and books.

Satan goes to varsity Fangol practice, not because he's on the team, but because he likes watching the cheerleaders practice (and he has a crush or has had a crush on half of them)

Asmo regularly takes selfcare days, which almost always include shopping and treating himself in the morning at various stores and spending the afternoon (and sometimes night) at Purgatory Hall with Solomon.

Beel will often take food from anyone, but if he notices a particular person giving him their food a lot of the time (looking at you Asmo, Luci, and MCs with an ED) he will stop accepting it to make sure they're eating.

Belphie almost never sleeps in his own bed. Beel's is warmer, much more comfortable, and it has something to cuddle that occasionally bites his shoulder as he sleeps.

Diavolo has a shower that's enchanted by Barbatos to always spit out healing water, which is part of the reason bruises never last long (the other reason is that Diavolo has a crazy good immune system and it's hard to bruise him anyways.

Barbatos fell in love with Diavolo's mother and father and they were together until Diavolo's mother died. After that, since Diavolo's father was broken-hearted, Barbatos swore off love

Mephisto has a cane because of an accident when he was younger. He rode horses for sport and during one of the races (that little Diavolo was allowed to go to, I might add) another jockey purposely knocked him off his horse, leading to a permanent injury in his leg so he limps all the time and it causes lots of pain

Solomon has lived through three different earths. The first earth, where he was a peasant. This earth was wiped out because the ecosystem was falling apart (not the human's fault, for once) but the humans were allowed to go to the next earth as the first humans. The second earth was wiped out while he was in Devildom, so he wasn't wiped out with it. The second earth was wiped out due to Lilith and Belphie. The third earth is what we know today.

Simeon can actually use his phone a lot better than he lets on. He just absolutely adores the look on Luke's face when he helps him fix something.

Luke cannot seem to get any Devildom pastry right. It's always slightly off. He knows this because Barbatos always smiles sadly at him when they do their taste tests. For the life of him, he cannot figure out what it is

Thirteen was once a human who lived in the first earth with Solomon (she hated him there too) When she died, her sins and virtues were exactly equal, so the father and mother (God and Devil herself) decided to make her a reaper, a being to watch over the newly created life candles that hindered a being's lifespan.

Raphael isn't actually indifferent to most things. As an angel, he was taught not to show his emotions and be a perfect guard for Michael (pretty sure thats what he is) so he never learned how to properly express emotions (and he's a lil autistic)

I struggled with some of these, sorry if they're bad or inaccurate. I haven't met Mephi, Thirteen, or Raphael yet

[ashomodeus]

How the OM bros + Dateables react to walking in on M!Mc in just a towel after a shower.

Notes: Bad grammar, I haven't written in 2 years, I'm rusty. Though the Mc in obey me is gender neutral, or advertised as such, I just wanted to write about a M!Mc. Probably smut warning- actual smut warning. Milking mentioned and other kinks as well, probably. Sorry, it's all over the place. I'm writing this with a killer migraine and whilst at work. Consider this an I'm backkkk. PLEASE SEND REQUEST IM SO UNORIGINAL. Or even send a request on a full story of one of these scenarios.

Part 1: Lucifer, Mammon, Levi

Part 2: Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie

Part 3: Solomon, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon

I would like to thank Beyonce for everything...

Lucifer

●He was interrogating everyone after a prank gone wrong (right)

●He opened the door with full force calling Mc's name.

●He looked around the room and saw Mc holding his towel that was not so modestly placed on his hip.

●Procceds to walk in the room and close the door. He stares at Mc taking in the lovely view.

●Luci... FOCUS... He pretends as if there's not an almost fully nude MC in front of him.

● "Mc do you know about this prank?" He questions, Teasing Mc now knowing Mc wouldn't know about the prank since they were showering.

● Mc tries to explain that they were showering Lucifer smirks. He takes one good look at Mc’s body and grabs the door handle.

●"Mc please be aware that if you are changing or anything else to lock your door. I don't want anyone else to look at you like this. You're mine after all. That being said, please remain like this I will be back shortly.

● Lucifer locks the door behind him. He finds the culprit and punishes them accordingly. Lucifers mind is normally full and a single thought was the impossible but here he is. Thinking about Mc's perfect body. How every droplet of water made him just sparkle.

● He walked into Mc’s room and sees that Mc’s is still in the same part of the room that Lucifer told him to stay in.

●He walked over to Mc and removed the towel. He observed every part of him, Admiring his beauty.

●"Now let me show you all the things I want to do to you" Lucifer pulls Mc close to him.

Mammon

● Was running away from Levi. He darts into Mc’s room Hiding on the bed. Mc stares in shock at his bed. Levi bangs on MC's door.

●"Come out her Mammon I know you're in there." Mc walks to the door and opens it slightly.

●"OmgI'mSoSorry" Mc closes the door and sighs.

●"Why was he scared of ya-" Mammon was too busy hiding to realize Mc is in just a towel. His ears felt as tho they were burning. He was trying to act cool. "Are you not scared... Mammon." Mc walked closer, teasing Mammon.

● Mammon was mesmerized by his body. He couldn't stop. Mammon's pants felt tighter and he realized his dick is practically begging to come out of his pants. He let out a soft pout as he covered his lap with something nearby.

●"Mammon what are you doing with my boxers..." He looks down at Mcs underwear laid out on his lap. He turned bright red and ran out the door.

●He took the boxers with him.

● Mammon ran to his room his cock just begging to be let out.

●Poor boy came after a few pumps but it wasn't enough for him. After he got over his nerves Mammon returned to Mc's room with his boxers. "You think I'm just gonna let ya walk around naked like that. Remember, I'm your first" Suddenly the greed took over as he kissed all over Mc's body.

Levi

● He planned a game marathon with Mc and was wondering why Mc was running behind, He decided to check up on him.

●He opened the door. Mc is in a towel. His face. BRIGHT RED.

●"I'm so sorry I'll leave you alone" He panics but Mc pulls him by the arm inside.

●He turns his head away to give Mc privacy. He's not sure what to do. No amount of predictable anime or video game could even prepare him for this. Zombie apocalypse? Done. House burns down? Yeah. Late to anime school with toast in his mouth? of course.

●"I'll be done in a second. Then I am so kicking your ass" Mc drops the towel.

●Levi couldn't help but turn his head in Mc's direction seeing the back of him. Levi is so going to masturbate to this for the rest of his life. He's a flustered mess and Mc teases him for it.

●It's not fair that Mc got one up on him. He'll try to change that.He even decided to send a picture of the mess he made to Mc.

[obeymefictionwriting]

Love Potion

Tags: fluff, solomon x reader Word count: 1.2K

Something has been off for a while now and to be honest, it started bugging me.

No, Solomon was great. Perfect even — like always. Even Lucifer grudgingly admitted that Solomon was just a perfect boyfriend material, which was a really rare compliment from the Avatar of Pride himself. But recently, I had that weird tingling feeling…

It all started with a missed movie night. 

“MC, I am so, SO sorry”, Solomon smiled, regret crystal clear in his beautiful blue eyes. “I just have plans, some unexpected business. Can I make it up to you or can we maybe postpone our date?”

“No problem”, I brushed it off easily back then. “We can do it tomorrow”.

Solomon beamed in delight and hugged me tight, nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck.

“You are the most loving, beautiful, and patient girl in the whole Devildom and beyond”, he purred, his hand reaching for mine and squeezing it. “I will text you once I get home”.

I then received a text from him almost 5 hours later: a simple “sorry i’m exhausted love”. On one hand, it was okay, but on the other… something was off, really.

He started having this “business to attend” every week. And with every week, he just seemed more and more tired: light bags under his eyes, constant yawning and tiredness… And I simply had no idea what was going on and it was driving me mad.

To be fair, I always had doubts about how I even ended up with Solomon as my boyfriend. He was the most powerful sorcerer ever and I always considered myself a simple human, no more than that. Yet, the way he held my hand, carried me around or told stupid jokes just to see my smile served as a valid proof that he indeed loved me… Until now?

It was another Wednesday night and he, once again, “was busy”. And I just had that weird gut feeling that he was at home. So, I decided to crash the Purgatory Hall and see for myself, what’s been keeping him so occupied for the last couple of weeks.

As I approached the massive building, I spotted Luke in front of the gates.

“Oh, h-h-hi, MC!”, he exclaimed nervously. “Solomon told me to tell you he is not here!” The boy shut his mouth with his hands, panic clear on his face. I laughed and patted his head.

“It’s okay, dear. Just thought I’d drop by and say hi”.

“Hi, love”, a velvet voice purred and Simeon emerged from the entrance. “Care for a little walk? I promised Luke to treat him with this Satanico Ice Cream that the Devildom has been raving about. Asmo even has it on his Devilgram”.

Simeon was having the most honest expression on his beautiful face but it wouldn’t trick me.

“Thanks for the offer but I really wanna just say hi”, with these words, I slipped in the doors and walked to Solomon’s room only to find it…empty?

Heavy cursing from the kitchen got my attention. I dropped the idea of staying in the room and headed to the kitchen, dreading what I might see there.

The kitchen was lit by warm lights and candles. The fire in the stove was burning bright and everything seemed a bit too much in peace…

“MC! Oh no”, Solomon groaned from the kitchen corner. He hid his hands behind his back and approached me with a somewhat guilty look.

“I’m sorry to interrupt but what’s going on?” I looked around. Everything seemed…normal? A pot on the stove, cut veggies, a loaf of bread on a cutting board… And that’s when I understood what was missing.

“Hey, wait a second. Why does it actually smell GOOD?

Solomon sighed and tried to fix the mess of his blonde hair. He looked at me with a mix of affection and guilt and sat on a chair.

“Well, you know how I cook, right?”

“A disaster”, I said brutally. “But I love you for so many more things and you should know that”.

“Well, yes… but I just thought I really wanna cook you something, you know? I sometimes see how Beel treats you to all these amazing stuff and I often think how nice it would be if I were able to create something as delicious”.

“Oh, Sol”, I came up to him and ruffed his hair affectionately. “You are the most powerful sorcerer and the most caring boyfriend. It’s okay not to be able to do something”.

“But I want to”, he said arrogantly. “So… I’ve been taking cooking classes. That’s why I have been missing past few evenings. I…I wanted to surprise you”.

He looked at me with genuine worry and even a hint of sadness and I suddenly realized that, despite being the most powerful sorcerer, he failed at the only thing he wanted to perfect — cooking for me. I felt my heart skipping a beat, warmth flooding my chest with love for this silly boy.

“So, what’s for dinner?”, I asked excitedly, kissing him softly on the cheek and observing the table.

Solomon smiled weakly, clearly not eager to display his culinary progress.

“Well, I tried making a love potion for my baby, which was supposed to be a stew… But the only thing I managed to cook properly is.. this”.

He lifted a lid from a plate and I saw the most perfectly looking omurice with a little ketchup heart on it. I giggled and grabbed a fork.

“Can I try it?”

“Eh, if you are sure about it”, Solomon was observing me with a mix of anxiety, curiosity, and worry.

I took a small piece and put it in the mouth, chewing carefully. After a moment, I turned to Solomon, face dead serious.

“You are in so much trouble”.

His face dropped, becoming grey.

“Oh no. I messed up again, didn’t I?” “Well, you are in trouble because from now on, I will be requesting this damn thing for my breakfast every morning. Sol, it’s delicious!”

He smiled in relief, his face lighting up and making him look even more adorable than ever. He came up to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and putting his chin on my shoulder.

“I will learn how to cook all your favorite dishes, MC. Hell, I’ll bake our wedding cake”.

“Wedding cake?!” I stared at him in disbelief.

He gave me a sly smile, grinning.

“Oops, let that one slip. Never mind, there is still some time till I master bakery. Finish your omurice, darling. And as they say in the human world — kiss the cook, right?”

“You deserve all the kisses”, I picked up the plate and took his hand. “But not in the kitchen”.

“Why not?” Solomon tried to object.

I was about to reply when we heard Luke’s voice behind the kitchen door, “Do not bake a wedding cake without me!”

“I haven’t even say yes”, I tried to frown but Solomon laughed softly, leading me by the hand to his room.

“Oh sweetheart. I am quite confident in your answer. But I’m curious about one thing, though… Should the color of the cake’s frosting match the bridal garter?”

[i-am-the-avatar-of-idiocy]

Um like, you should totally write head cannons of mc dragging the boys out to dance and play in the rain, just the two of them✨

Ugh this is so YUMMY (I’m so sorry if I’m rusty)

I’ve chosen to do: Diavolo, Satan, Simeon and Asmo

Diavolo

Diavolo has been doing paperwork ALL DAY

and unfortunately for you, he’s not even nearly done

thats when you notice the sudden sound of heavy rain on the floor outside

The look in your eyes as you ask if he can go out almost breaks him

then he remembers the lingering threat of barbatos

he barely even realises you’re tugging him towards the doors

then you’re dancing out in the rain, head thrown towards the sky, eyes shining in the dimming light

he stands and observes, a soft smile etched into his face

but he knows he puts up no resistance when you grab your hands and pull him in to dance

you stay out there for hours but it flies by. You’re laughing and twirling in the courtyard

when you come in, you look like drowned rats and yet you’re still the most stunning being he’s ever seen

satan

Satan has read a lot of romance books and even fantasised about this EXACT SCENARIO with you. He won’t say it first though

when the rain starts to pick up outside and you can feel the chill it puts into the air of his room you suggest it.

he may try to act like he’s indifferent but it’s blatant he’s not

especially when you’re getting soaked in the rain, laughing, dancing and kissing each other in the purple dusk

I think he adores the smell of rain on the ground after the rain stops personally

BONUS: lucifer is pissed when you track water through the house of lamentation (Help this one is so short )

Simeon

He asks you, not directly but he definitely implies he wants to

and he’s glad by your enthusiasm as you pull him through the labyrinth of hallways out of the heavy oak doors into the heavy rain

He’s overjoyed to see you like this- smiling and laughing and holding him, swaying together in the cold and peppering his kisses across your icy face

in the near silence of the evening, he notices the rain sliding down your skin, gliding along the contours of your face and sticking to your lashes

when you go inside, you become aware of the fact that Luke was watching (Solomon you betrayed him) and he adamantly denies it

you both think it’s adorable as you shiver together while you begin to dry off

Asmodeus

Asmodeus initially complained he’d just done his hair and it would ruin his makeup

then he sees your slight pout and FOLDS

He ends up enjoying himself a lot and posting A lot of photos on devilgram

he also realises he doesn’t mind looking slightly more messy if it means getting to see you like this

He also takes it as an opportunity to pamper you and himself and bond after

Why wouldn’t he?

he loves seeing you happy and he honestly doesn’t think you could be less than perfect in every way

[rashomonss]

A HUMANS WRATH

Part VI

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a/n: I’m quite glad because I finally have this story almost done! As of now I’m estimating 5 to 7 more chapters left so that’s exciting! anyway let’s get on with the story! (Also for those wondering yes I’m also working on requests from my latest post)

a shift back to the original perspective

“I can’t deal with this any longer Lucifer it’s like torture!” Asmo cried, as he leaned onto his older brother’s shoulder.

“Asmodeus get off of me and pull yourself together” Lucifer sighed.

“But-“

“Enough” the eldest said, raising his voice.

Asmo was taken back a bit at his brother's harsh tone but nonetheless went back to moping. He couldn’t really blame Lucifer because everyone was on edge due to Mc’s harsh behavior. Well everyone except the residents in Purgatory Hall. They were constantly visited by Mc which caused inevitable tension between them and the brothers.

However what no one could figure out was how this drastic change in personality came to be. After all Mc was perfectly fine at the beginning of the week, everything was fine at the beginning of the week.

Well everyone guessed the old saying was true, you don’t know what you have until you lose it. And they sure as hell were upset about losing your personality.

It started off with them believing you had a bad dream of sorts, however when you returned after your stay at Purgatory Hall still upset at them, the brothers racked their brains trying to figure out what they did to make you so upset.

However when they confronted you about the issue you laughed in their faces. Saying something along the lines of “If you seriously don’t know what’s wrong then why waste your breath taking to me, go make yourself useful and bother someone else”

The reaction they got was unexpected to say the least and you hadn’t planned on opening up anytime soon so the brothers went to their last resort. They all had asked Solomon to do a bit of investigating for them as a favor of sorts; of course they would have asked the prince or his butler but as of late you wanted nothing to do with them.

Diavolo felt hurt by this fact because you were his exchange student and at the end of the day it was his job to make sure you were comfortable down here. And if he couldn’t even do that then what was the purpose of this program. So he too went to Solomon asking for a favor, even for a second Simeon had crossed his mind too, but he decided against it.

So with everything set in motion the angels and sorcerer decided to invite you over to try a new batch of tea Simeon received from the Celestial Realm after classes had finished. They were also able to get Luke a private lesson with Barbatos to ensure he didn’t get caught up in drama. The younger angel knew something was up with you however he humored the other two because he wanted you to get back to normal, plus it gave him time to perfect a new recipe.

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You and Solomon had finished up your last minute studying for the day and were currently on your way to Purgatory Hall to meet Simeon for tea.

As small talk was made you decided to bring up a question that had been plaguing you for a few days.

“Solomon, I have a question to ask,” you said, facing the sorcerer in question.

“What is it?” He replied, curious to know what you would bring up.

“How many demons do I have a pact with?”

The question took Solomon by surprise and he gave you a concerned look. After all he hardly remembered each of his 72 pacts, but for you to ask such a question when you only had seven was a bit well…concerning.

“You have 7 Mc, one with each of the brothers. Why do you ask?”

“Hmm oh no reason” you responded.

It’s as you thought, this was either the future, a dream, or something else entirely different. After all the current you wouldn’t have a bunch of pictures of those demons on your wall. And last time you checked there were two extra pact marks that weren’t previously there, both bearing different symbols you weren’t familiar with. So it had to belong to Lucifer and Belphegor.

It was a bit odd really, because you had known the brothers to be clingy but now they were just going overboard with their affection and concerns. But in all honesty it was hilarious to you that they didn’t understand why you were mad at them, since you remembered to remind them everyday. No matter though it wouldn’t be long before you blew up on them anyway.

“Are you okay Mc?” Solomon asked, nudging you a bit with his arm.

“Huh? Oh yeah sorry I guess I just spaced out a bit”

“Well it’s fine, since we’re already here”

“Oh I guess you’re right,” you laughed.

“Hey you two! The tea just finished so why don’t you have a seat, I’ll grab some cookies too” Simeon said, opening the door to greet you both.

You and Solomon smiled and headed towards the couch in the middle of the living room. Once the two of you got settled Simeon joined you with the tea and refreshments he promised.

So far everything was going well, the two thought. You were always comfortable around them so they never really struggled to get you to talk or open up about any problems. You were currently talking about your day when you had made a snarky comment about one of the brothers then continued on with your story.

Solomon thought now would be a good time to question you since you were the one to bring up the demons. He looked towards Simeon for a reassuring answer and the latter nodded in agreement.

“So Mc what’s the deal with you and the brothers lately? Well actually what did those demons do to upset you this much” Solomon asked, laughing just a bit.

You cocked your eyebrow at his statement and narrowed your eyes the slightest before responding. “I’m still upset for the same reason I’ve always been, nothing has changed except for the fact they refuse to leave me alone now”

“The same reason? What have they done previously” Simeon asked, now curious about your answer.

“I’ve told both of you why I’m upset with them countless times?” You questioned “ Or did you both just forget”

“I’m sorry Mc but I can’t remember you complaining about the brothers in a way like that” Solomon replied.

“Yes he’s right, if anything the brothers are nothing but nice to you? Well there are those few times where they drag you into their schemes, but overall they love and dote on you very much Mc” Simeon added.

“Oh yeah because they all loved and doted on me when Belphegor killed me” you responded rolling your eyes.

Both men went silent and shared a shocked expression wondering if the other heard what had come out of your mouth correctly.

“Belphegor did what to you..?” Solomon asked.

You glanced over him and responded cautiously. “He killed me. I’ve told you both this before why are you making those faces”

“We’ve never heard of anything like this before Mc..” Simeon responded horrified.

“Well if you must know, then I’ll explain it again”

And you did just that. You gave them every single detail of that day to the two sitting right in front of you; and like a good audience they listened.

They listened to how you explained the sensation of dying, as well as the way it felt to be betrayed when you were only trying to help. They listened to every word that left your mouth good and bad, waiting, hoping, even praying that this wasn’t true.

It couldn’t be. There was absolutely no way the brothers would do that to you, they loved you. After all there was no way Diavolo or Lucifer could let you die, it was their job to keep you safe.

Is what they thought until you explained to them the conditions Diavolo and Barbatos gave you when you returned back in time. In a sense Diavolo could even be at fault for your death.

The more they listened the worse their heads felt, there wasn’t any way this could be real, yet the way you describe each detail with such emotion they couldn’t believe anything otherwise.

After you finished they each took turns asking an occasional question waiting for your response. However one thing was for certain, you were to stay away from those demons at all costs and they would have a word with them tomorrow.

______

The doors to the RAD student council room opened to reveal one human and angel considerably angry.

“What’s up with you two?” Mammon asked, confused.

“Did the talk with Mc go well?” Diavolo questioned, a bit concerned by their reaction.

“It went considerably well actually” Solomon responded crossing his arms

“That’s great! What did you three talk about?” Asmo exclaimed.

“Oh you know the usual, Mc’s day, the tea I prepared, classes and such too.” Simeon started. “But one thing each of you failed to mention was the fact that Belphegor here killed Mc”

Each demon in the room tensed at the mention of that day. No one knew what to say, after all it was just agreed collectively to never be brought up again. So why now? Why was this issue arising again? Why was Mc still talking about it? Hadn’t they forgiven Belphie?

“Where did you hear that from?” Lucifer was the first to break the silence.

“From Mc themselves, after all they relayed each detail to us yesterday” Solomon responded.

“But Mc never brings up stuff like that! So why now?” Mammon added.

“I actually might have a theory about that.” Barbatos said, clearing his throat.

“Oh, well please enlighten us,” Simeon replied.

“If my Lord wishes so then I will” Barbatos commented.

“Go ahead” Diavolo responded, eager to hear what his butler was talking about.

“I believe the Mc we are currently interacting with is not our own”

“What do ya mean by that?” Mammon asked, shooting out of his chair.

“I mean that this Mc is from a different timeline, and ours is in another one. In simple terms our Mc switched with the one we are currently interacting with, due to a certain curse”

“A curse?” Satan asked.

“Yes a curse, however I am still unsure of the true nature of this curse so I cannot estimate when our Mc will return”

“If that’s the case then what’s the difference between the two Mc’s?” Levi asked, now confused.

“Well it appears that this Mc still hasn’t forgiven you for killing them?” Solomon added.

“If they have experienced the same things our Mc has then that brings a question to wonder. Just how many timelines are there where Mc has been killed?” Simeon questioned looking toward the youngest demon brother.

Belphie hid in his pillow as his twin came up beside him for comfort. “Stop picking on Belphie, he already feels bad about the whole situation” Beel added.

“Well that’s to be expected, however Mc is mad at all of you not just Belphegor. So has it ever occurred to you to apologize to them for everything they went through? After all, I believe there were numerous accounts in the beginning of the year where each of you tried to separately endanger their life” the angel added, with the slightest bit of venom to his tone.

Each brother stared at the next waiting for one to speak up for them, however none did. Not even Lucifer.

Maybe Simeon was right, had they really never apologized to their Mc about the whole situation.

Well it was too late for that now, because no one knew when they were going to see their beloved Mc again.

Next part

[fullofbees]

Envy Rots The Bones

You're tired of Levi's self-deprecating rants. Why doesn't he trust your love?

CW: Smut, Demon Form Fucking, Vaginal Fingering, Tail-fucking, Thigh-Fucking, Degradation, Humiliation

Word Count: 4,785 

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The vibe at RAD was more chaotic than usual.

Unexplained royal duties caused Diavolo to grant the entire RAD campus a three-day weekend. The news filled students with excitement, causing most of them to check out for the rest of the day. Notes were passed, and gossip whispered as the teachers wrote on the board; you’d think it was the last day of school with how they acted. Reminders about homework went ignored as students made plans. It was the only thing anyone wanted to talk about. Multiple requests for your companionship soon came flooding in.

Luke and Simeon wanted you to spend the night at Purgatory Hall, helping them bake some complicated Celestial Realm dessert.

Mammon and Asmodeus were going shopping, and who else better to take than their favorite human?

Satan asked you to visit bookshops with him.

Belphie and Beel… to be honest, you don’t know exactly what they invited you to. At lunch, Beel asked you to join them through a mouth full of food, and Belphie was unfortunately too busy with a midday nap to translate.

Solomon had actually left you alone, surprisingly. But, Lucifer found you later in the day, explaining that Solomon had tried to make plans with him. He refused to be around the sorcerer, so he lied, saying that he already had plans with you. Be a dear, and don’t tell him I’m actually in my office. I have a mountain of paperwork to get done and don’t need any distractions.

You were used to your attention needing to be split seven (and then some) different ways. However, after having to take a total of four exams this week, all you wanted to do was crash, eat junk food, and binge the Devildom’s newest reality show about demons ‘looking for love’. You need to shut in.

Speaking of shut-ins, Levi was probably ecstatic with the news. Knowing him, he immediately would open Akuzon and order the latest game with same-day delivery the minute after getting the notice. You just hope it's not another isekai.

Maybe you should invite Levi to hang out. The rest of the brothers were always insisting on going out, so you feel bad that you never get to stay in with him.

Now that you’re thinking about it, you really miss Levi. The third-born may be awkward, but he genuinely cares about you. He already has trouble accepting that you like and want his company, so a long weekend date would be perfect to show how much you appreciate him.

As you step into the House of Lamentation, you unlock your D.D.D. to text the demon. There is no need, however, as Levi stands in the entrance hall. His eyes widen when he spots you, rushing over so fast that you think he might bulldoze into you. Instead, he stops just before collision, cheeks bright pink as he looms over you.

“I was planning on bingeing anime this weekend. You probably already have some normie plans, but… youcanhangoutwithmeifyouwant. Bye!” With that, he scurries back to his room.

Left dazed in his wake, it takes a minute for you to process what he said. You’re actually proud of him for taking the initiative. Wait, he was already in the foyer when you got home… Was he waiting for you?

You’re going to smooch that man all over his stupid face. But first, you need to get out of this uniform.

Upon entering your room, you set your bag on the table and kick your shoes off haphazardly into the corner. You continue to strip various pieces of your uniform on your way to the dresser. Lucifer won’t be able to perform room inspections, so you can forgive yourself for being a little lazy right now.

You grab a pair of bubblegum pink binding track shorts and slide them on. A self-indulgent purchase for a hot bimbo girl summer that never came to be.

The first brother you wore these around was Asmo when he invited you to his room for a ‘self-care sesh’. He thought they were to die for and immediately pulled a matching tank top from his closet and shoved it into your hands. The memory makes you smile as you pull the tank top out of your drawer and slip it on.

The cami top is the same shade of bubblegum pink. The spaghetti straps are a lighter shade of baby pink, and a matching bow is situated in the middle of the neckline, where the two sides slope into a ‘V’. White lace runs along the hem of the bottom. It is comfortable, cute, and a little flirty. You know it’ll drive Levi wild.

In the bottom drawer of the armoire, stuffed back as far as possible and hidden beneath your underwear, is a secret bag of candy that you have been saving. While Beel is respectful if your name is written on a container, you had spent a handful of Grimm on these chocolates, so you decided to take extra precautions in keeping them safe.

Adding your phone charger to the bag, you send Levi a quick text.

16:08 I’m coming up to your room

16:09 WAIT RESLLY????? *REALLY I didn’t think you’d say yes…

16:09 I was going to ask you to hang out too :)) But you beat me to it lol

16:10 You mean that? Like REALLY mean it?

16:10 I reslly reslly do

Clutching the bag to your chest, you make your way up the stairs and to Levi’s room, eyes wary of any wandering gluttonous demons. You’ll probably still end up saving Beel a piece from each candy. His pout and puppy-dog eyes, when he realizes he’s been left out of snacking, will never not make you feel guilty. It’s another reminder of how wrapped around the fingers of these demons you are, and you love every second.

Only a few steps away from the door, Levi opens it without you having to knock, knowing by the sound of your footsteps that it was you approaching. He watches you skeptically as you saunter in, beelining for the plush bean bags situated in front of his TV.

You collapse onto the bean bag on your stomach, groaning in relief as you stretch out your body. Levi nearly crumbles to his knees at the sight. The friction between your shorts and the bean bag cause the fabric to gather; the space where pillowy thighs and ass meet on full display. He’d dive face-first into your body if you’d let him.

But you wouldn’t let him. He’s just some dumb and awkward otaku with no social skills, why would you ever go for a guy like him? This has to be some sort of practical joke. Mammon and Asmodeus are probably pranking him, hidden cameras waiting to capture his pathetic failure at seduction. There’s no way you’d dress like that around him of your own volition.

Shutting and locking the door behind him, Levi joins you where you sit fiddling with the remotes, his movements guarded as he sinks into the velvet softness.

“I figured you’d have some kind of normie plans with my brothers.”

Did you not just text him saying that you wanted to spend the weekend together? You have no qualms about reassuring your interest in Levi, especially when you know that the demon’s sin makes it hard for him to believe otherwise. However, multiple reassurances in the span of a few minutes were worrying.

Yet the stress of the week is catching up to you, making you abnormally frustrated with his seeming thick-headedness.

“They asked, but I want to stay in and relax with you, is that so hard to believe?”

The demon flusters as he tries to explain himself, “N-No! It’s just that– GAH! How can I even begin to explain to a normie like you...” He sighs in defeat, hiding his reddening face behind his clenched fist.

Taking a deep breath, you force the anger back inside, knowing that he is not the cause and that you shouldn’t take it out on him anyways. You shift in the bean bag, choosing to sit in it upright. However, you end up abandoning it altogether when that doesn’t allow you to be as close as you want to be. The demon’s blush darkens as he watches you briefly crawl over to him, only to kneel next to him on his bean bag. Your knees press into the side of his thigh,

“‘M sorry, Levi. I shouldn’t have snapped like that.” You reach toward his clenched fist, gently prying his fingers from his palm and slipping your own in the spaces in between. “I know you can’t help it, your envy is only natural.”

You bring the back of Levi’s hand to rest against your cheek, his skin cool against the thrumming warmth of your own. “It’s just, sometimes it hurts to hear you speak about yourself like that, you know? Like you don’t trust me to know my own feelings about you.”

Levi clamors, “It’s hard to believe you want me. You’re the most perfect person ever and I’m… not. I’m just a lame and greasy weeb–”

Off he goes on another rant about how ugly, pathetic, and worthless he is. It makes your blood boil. You’re trying to be patient and accommodating; no one learns to love themselves overnight, but it feels like there hasn’t been even an inch of progress in the months you’ve been here.

The longer you let him talk, the more your anger builds. Perhaps being exposed to demons for such an extended period of time isn’t healthy, because as soon as the temptation to explode appears, you pounce on it.

“Ugh! Seriously, Levi!” you groan, “This is what I mean! Is this a game to you?! Or some sort of kink?!”

You stand up and begin angrily throwing your snacks back into your bag, continuing on your own tirade, “You won’t tell me your feelings, you won’t believe when I tell you mine, I don’t know what to do anymore, Leviathan!

In your peripheral you can see Levi shrink into the bean bag, hands clinging to his knees with a vice grip as his body trembles. You think he is about to cry with how low his head hangs, like he doesn’t want you to see. A tiny sliver of sick satisfaction crawls through you.

“You’re going to just let me walk out your door, aren’t you?” You angrily whisper, staring down at him. When he doesn’t answer, you roll your eyes with a loud scoff, muttering to yourself, “Unbelievable.”

A crushing force surrounds your ankle when you make your move to leave. You try to yank yourself free but the hand only constricts tighter, causing you to wince.

Looking down, you see a pale hand with indigo scales and webbing bruising its shape into your skin. Following the pattern of iridescent scales up its owner’s arm, you find Levi staring furiously at you, his pupils almost swallowed by the irradiated orange of his irises. Coral-like horns sprout from his head, parting his hair like seaweed swaying in water. A winding black tail begins to creep up your other leg, violently cold and slimy.

“You are not going to leave me, human,” Levi growls before yanking you back down to straddle him. “You cannot change reality. I am a disgusting otaku, so disgusting in fact that you want to run away.”

Okay, message received; you pushed it a little too far.

“Levi, that’s not–” You struggle in his grasp. Levi’s hands had ensnared your wrists while his tail had shifted to circle your waist, leaving a slippery trail on your skin.

“It’s too late, you’re mine now! It doesn’t matter if I don’t deserve you, I want and will have you anyways!”

Levi’s anger overwhelms him. He tugs you closer so he can nuzzle his face into your cleavage, his usual shy nature taking a backseat to the envy bubbling over.

“Why are you trying to change me into something I’m not?” He bitterly sobs, salty tears spilling down his face and your chest, “Why can’t you love me like this?”

Despite the modicum of fear sweeping down your spine, you realize that maybe Levi hasn’t made any progress because you haven’t made the right approach. The answer is not to start over; Levi’s envy will never allow him to rebuild a new self-image. Instead, you need to work with the emotions he already has and regularly expresses. Do not restart but repurpose.

Steeling your resolve, you now set about your new mission, and pray in the back of your mind that Levi doesn’t use his tail to squeeze you to death.

“You’re right, Leviathan.”

Another choked cry escapes him followed by muffled sniffling. “I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!”

“You are a sweaty otaku, Levi. You game all hours of the day. You only watch anime and hentai. You’re obsessed to the point that you forget to shower, to eat, to change your clothes let alone wash your dirty laundry. Worst of all, you’re utterly perverted. It’s hard to believe you aren’t the Avatar of Lust with how often you stare at my ass.”

You try your best to rest your chin on the crown of Levi’s head, the closest thing to an embrace you can manage in your position.

“And I love you anyways, Levi.”

His head snaps up to look at you, confused and red-eyed.

“You may not deserve me, but you are right, you can have me anyways. I want you to have me.”

Levi’s grasp goes slack and you’re able to slip your wrists free. His mouth opens and closes, unsure of what to say. You hesitantly reach for his face, not wanting to startle him. He doesn’t move, so you cup his cheeks with your palms and use your thumbs to wipe away his tears and their forming tracks.

“My poor Leviathan, you’re always so pent up, aren’t you? Bottling up feelings you don’t know how to express,” you coo.

He nods, sighing dejectedly, “I’m never going to be able to give you what you want.”

Pressing a kiss to his clammy forehead, you whisper against his skin, “There’s something I want right now that you can give me.”

“Name it. I’ll give whatever I can. Whatever to make you stay.”

You pull back to look him in the eye, “Can I fuck you, Levi? Can you give me your body? Can we have each other?”

A familiar blush blooms across his face and you fear that the third-born is going to regress into another rant. However, Levi nuzzles his face into your palm, pressing a kiss to your soft flesh.

“In this… form?” He asks meekly.

One of your hands drops to gently caress the length of his tail as it’s situated on your waist. Its rough texture is offset by the frigid mire that naturally clings to it; the sensation is akin to how algae adheres to rocks.

“I like this form. It’s nice to see you all-powerful.”

Levi grumbles, shifting underneath you, “It’s monstrous…”

“I know,” you say, now feeling ready to challenge his self-doubt, “but that’s why I like it. I love every version of you.”

His tail uncurls from your waist, leaving behind a faint trail of ooze on your skin and clothes. Levi’s hands rest on the side of your thighs, idly running along their length as your question replays constantly in his mind. His self-deprecation begs for him to say no; he can’t sleep with you like this, you’ll be tainted just by association. He ruins everything he touches, why would it be any different this time?

“I won’t force you,” you say, interrupting his spiraling thoughts, “But I want you, Levi. I want to show you that I love every aspect of you, even the bad stuff.”

“Yeah,” the demon eventually says, “I can’t say no to you. It’s the least I can do for you for putting up with a loser like me.”

You know better now than to argue his points, he’s not going to believe you. Instead, you wordlessly stand up and remove your shorts and underwear, kicking them off to the side.

Levi’s blush only deepens as he watches you brazenly undress. The glow of the tv behind you highlights your curves in a blue halo. He watches the light dance on your skin as you kneel back down in front of him. You push his legs apart as you climb into his lap once more, though now your back is pressed to his chest.

Grabbing his hands, you bring one of them to cup your breast through your tank top. Instinctively, Levi gives it a gentle squeeze, causing you to giggle. You guide his other hand to rest on your lower stomach, only a few centimeters from your core.

“Okay, Levi, I want you to fuck me with your tail.”

The demon splutters, “I– What? That’s perverted, I can’t–”

“I want you to be perverted right now,” you challenge, “I want you to be a perverted little otaku and make me cum on your tail.”

Levi’s brain short-circuits as you further push his hand lower until his fingers greet your folds.

“I’ve seen you play PC, I know you’re skilled with your hands. You gotta use ‘em to prep me first, stuff me full with your filthy fingers. Won’t my perverted demon spread me open before fucking me?”

His eyes fall shut as he hides his face in the crook of your neck. Your words are degrading, they’re humiliating, but he likes it. For him, it feels like you are finally speaking the truth, accepting his true nature.

So his hand slips through your lower lips, teasing your clit with shy circles and making you whimper. Levi’s hardening cock presses against your back, hips involuntarily rutting against you in search of friction. You meet his thrusts, pushing your bare ass against his clothed cock, which the third-born pathetically moans at.

His finger drags slick from your entrance up to your clit, alternating between methodically slow and brutally overstimulating. The hand fondling your breast finally slides past the fabric of your top to pinch your nipple, causing you to whine deeply. Normally, Levi would be hesitant to twist the bud with the roughness he does now, but both of you are wound so taut that he isn’t afraid of leaving you with marks. He’s going to make sure you take everything he wants to give, leaving sore reminders of him on your body.

Both of you gasp when his index finger slides into you; you for the contrast of his icy skin in your sweltering heat, him for how easily and greedily your body took him in. Levi crooks his finger, pressing into the spongy spot that makes you see stars. You’re quickly becoming a moaning mess on top of him.

“Ah, yes! Fuck, you feel so good! Gimme another? Pretty please?” You croon.

Levi obeys in an instant, sinking another finger into your cunt and marveling at the sticky squelch it produces. He begins to scissor his fingers, stretching your body around his hand. When did you become so wet? The sound makes him shiver below you, rolling his hips against your backside in a particularly rough thrust.

“Do you like how your fingers sound in my cunt, Leviathan?” You mirthfully ask.

“I-It’s– I–” The demon stammers out, too focused on the sound replaying each time he sinks his fingers into you.

Your hand reaches up behind you to grasp Levi’s right horn, making him whimper as the pain forces his attention to you, “Say it, my pitiful little demon. Say you like fucking me with your fingers.”

The pace of his fingers slows as he musters the effort to speak, “I-I love i-it! I love f-fingering you…”

“It’s not enough though, is it? Wish it was your cock fucking me instead, hmm? Filling me up?”

He can feel the pre-cum soaking his through his sweatpants, each tease of your hips creating a new bead that drips down his shaft. Levi nods against your shoulder, panting as he sinks a third finger into you. “P-please… n-need you on my c-cock…”

Your giggle is borderline evil. “Too bad. Start with your tail and maybe you can earn the right to stick your nasty otaku cock in my cunt.”

Levi grits his teeth against your neck as he forces his hand to abandon your body, thin trails of your arousal still clinging to his fingertips as he pulls them away. Replacing his fingers, the demon teases the tip of his tail into your entrance, the cool scales making your body jolt in pleasure.

His tail meets no resistance as it slithers further into your body, causing you to drawl out a low, “fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck…”

Not satisfied with the idea of no longer being able to play with your pussy, Levi’s fingers return to your clit as he slowly drags his tail out of you. You choke on your moan, thighs tensing and toes curling at the overwhelming sensation.

The pace he sets with his tail is brutal, stretching you wider along the length every time he stuffs the appendage back into you. His hand matches this pace, making sure each jolt to your bundle of nerves makes the stretch easier. You want to tease him, to humiliate him a bit more with your words, but each taunt dies on your tongue.

Perhaps you should be the humiliated one. After all, your cunt is shamelessly exposed to the room as Levi uses his tail to fuck you senseless. Any one of his brothers could walk in and see him using you. Don’t you have any dignity? Why did the idea of being his personal fucktoy– his living fleshlight– make you so excited? No human in their right mind should open their body to a demon in this way, but you couldn’t care less, you wanted Leviathan to ruin you.

You’re practically a puddle of incoherent moans and babbling, unsure if the tightening in your lower abdomen was from arousal or from Levi’s tail burying so deep into you. The last intelligible thought that runs through your mind is if you look as fucked out and cock-drunk as the girls in his hentai. You hope you do, knowing how much he’d enjoy it.

The pressure continues to build, tears appearing in the corner of your eyes. Heat licks at your skin and sweat runs down your body, but Levi’s naturally cool state instantly chills the droplets. It, combined with the pleasure, have you shivering uncontrollably, little convulsions tearing through your body.

You vaguely register Levi growling “cum, cum, cum–” against your skin. The demon pinches your clit a final time, your dam finally breaking as your thighs tremble, shudders wracking down your spine. The intense orgasm has you squirting around the demon’s tail, thoroughly drenching his scales in your slick. Eyes rolled back, you collapse against Levi, vision growing fuzzy and a light ringing in your ears.

But Levi doesn’t stop. Though he has removed his tail from you, his fingers play with your oversensitive clit. You’re too weak to try and push his hand away, huffing between overstimulated cries of his name. He quickly forces you through a second orgasm.

The demon brings his fingers to his mouth, forked tongue happily lapping at your essence on his flesh. Levi looks down at your crumpled body, chest heaving with a thousand-yard stare as you slowly come back to reality. He cradles you close to him, still painfully aware of his throbbing erection but waiting on your word. It’s no fun without you, after all.

“Mmm… Levi?” You eventually whisper, voice strained and groggy.

The third-born presses kisses to your face and neck in response.

“What’s next?” You ask.

“Next?” The demon balks.

“You let me have your body, now you can have mine. Where do you want me?” You ask with sincerity too puzzling for Levi’s liking. There’s no way you could want, nor handle, more. But you’re looking at him expectantly, eyes still consumed with lust as you stare up at him from where you’re snuggled against his chest. Leviathan doesn’t know who to thank for answering his prayers. Doesn’t know who to thank for sending him a human that yearns for his defiling touch.

He knows you won’t let him leave your question unanswered, so his mind drifts to ideas of how he could have your body. He flashes back to when you first sat down in his room, how enticing your thighs looked pressed together as your body stretched out. Knowing your cunt is likely already sore, he decides to finally allow himself to indulge in one hentai-born fantasy.

You’re about to boop his nose, noticing his thoughts have run away, when he begins to move. His arm curls underneath your legs, picking you up like you weigh nothing as his hips raise from the bean bag. With his free hand, he pushes down his underwear and sweatpants to his thighs, cock springing free. He sets you back down a little higher than your previous position, legs still spread though now his cock rests heavily against your abused lips.

“D-Don’t move, okay?” Levi asks, as his hands move to the side of your legs. He pushes your legs together, trapping his cock between your thighs. You whimper afterward, his tip now teasingly nestled against your clit.

His tail once again wraps around you, though now along the lengths of your calves, keeping your lower half bound. Grabbing onto your hips, Levi effortlessly rocks them upwards, his shaft deliciously gliding through your folds. He guides your hips back down, his tip roughly tapping your clit as his cock now pushes forward.

You’re thankful that you don’t have to do much as Levi controls the movement of your hips as he fucks your thighs. However, his tight grip makes it impossible to escape the sensation of his cock caressing your debauched bundle of nerves. You attempt to squirm away from the overstimulation, but the demon holds tight, coating his cock in your slick.

Though your head is swimming, you clear your throat and force out some last words, “D-Do my thighs feel good Levi?”

He nods, hissing as his cock glides along your silky flesh, “S-So good, you feel so good.”

“You gonna cum? Be a good demon and cum all over my thighs.”

Levi wishes he could last longer, but your skin is warm and soft against his shaft. Though it will never compare to the feeling of being in your cunt, your thighs are now Levi’s second favorite part of you to fuck.

His pace falters, nails digging into your skin as he hurriedly grinds your folds along his cock, sending you through another convulsing orgasm. Levi feels your muscles twitching in his hands, and the demon finally cums with one last thrust through your thighs. His cum shoots onto your stomach and chest, and the sheer volume of spend sticking to your body has you wondering how long your Levi has been holding back.

…

After what feels like an eternity, sensation returns to your legs, and you’re able to sit up without falling over (though you are still hesitant to stand). Levi grabs your hand, eyes pleading with you not to leave.

“I’m going to get us cleaned up, and then we can watch TSL. Does that sound good?” You ask, giving his hand a little squeeze.

The demon smiles and releases your hand. Using your magic, you summon a wet hand towel, groaning when you realize that you still don’t have enough energy to summon it warm. Levi doesn’t seem to mind though as you run the cool cloth over his thighs and abdomen, before tucking him back into his sweats.

You run the cloth over your torso next, clearing the drying bits of his cum from your skin. You’re almost impressed by the amount that has pooled on you.

Sliding your shorts back on and fixing your crooked top, Levi shoves the ruined beanbag to the side. You both fall back into your previous position on a new one; Levi cradles you on his lap, though now you’re wrapped in a large Ruri-chan blanket. Anime plays in the background as you feed him the snacks you had brought. He doesn’t blush when his hands absentmindedly run along your bare skin, nor does he stammer as he points out each easter egg to you.

You never speak about this again, but he never questions your feelings again either.

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[koolades-world]

Can you do some crack headcanons for Obey Me where some accident causes MC to temporary get wings that are not only huge af but also let them fly super fast? Like a singular flap could cause MC to almost bump into the ceiling at Diavolo's castle alone. They can also zoom through the air at high speeds and you can just hear the "ZYOOOOOM"

One thing I can imagine is Lucifer teaching MC how to fly and immediately regretting it cuz he's the only one who can get even remotely close to them when they're flying and MC finds it funny to fly away from him(it's also out of fear of what will happen once he gets them)

hi! haha yeah of course! this is too funny can kinda imagine mc going splat like a in a cartoon LOL

let's set the scene: solomon fed you something weird that he cooked up in a cauldron after promising you something you want, and this makes you grow these super large, super strong wings. he swears they'll go away eventually, but it's up to you if you believe that or not. how does your man react?

Mc with temporary wings

Lucifer

kinda like a disapproving dad for accepting yet another strange potion from solomon

despite this, he takes you under his wing (haha get it?) and teaches you how to control them

once you get comfortable, you invite him to play games that he pretends he doesn't have time for but always joins in on. he secretly really enjoys having someone to

gosh,,, sky tag 🥺 the silly potential is endless since in the sky, there are no expectation for either of you

Mammon

probably also would have taken that offer from solomon

as another wing haver, he can help you out a little

the first time he tried to give you lessons, you accidentally smacked him in the face and sent him into the wall behind you

after that, he’s much more careful, and once you get the hang of it, he's teaching you his crafty ways

Levi

manages to reference at least three different animes he's seen around the situation

he thinks your wings are so cool but won't admit it

at one point, he takes you diving at Siren Beach for fun since you would be able to move through the water quickly with the large wings. lotan joins and you end up finding lots of cool stuff!

afterwards, he helps you dry off your wings since that wasn't exactly something you thought about before you got in the water

Satan

he's quick to ask solomon about how he made the potion out of curiosity

also asks if he can study your wings and watches you as you learn to fly

kinda goes science mode on you

since he knows how tiring carrying around that new weight must be, so he gives you lots of tasty food to replenish your energy, and offers you massages! (he learnt from simeon, the best)

Asmo

over the moon! he thinks they're so beautiful and almost wants to ask solomon to give him a pair too

he will accessorize you even if you run away, so expect lots of him hustling after you with all his ribbons and bows in hand

"Mc, sweetie, you're gonna look so cute!" is holding the ugliest old lady esque bows ever

teaches you all his favorite arial tricks even though both of you realize early on that you don't have the agility required with how large your wings are

Beel

can't comprehend how fast you are with those things

even though he also has wings, you fly circles around him with yours (if you even have the control for that)

quickly introduced you to aerial sports and the two of you find games to play together, even though it's kinda hard considering how different your wings and skillsets are

since they're only temporary, he wants you to make the most of them, and takes you sight seeing!

Belphie

you're literally just a pillow as far as he's concerned now

they're perfect for wrapping himself in and if you wanted, you could hide the two of you in them

when you're practicing flying, he yells out all sorts of useless "useful" tips, such as not to run into something you've already hit

he just sits on the sidelines, wrapped in a blanket, watching lazily amused

[another-lost-mc]

OMG THE ZEE FIC!! There's just something about yandere demon ocs that make me feral 🤭

Oh no, handsome demons being obsessed with you~

If the demon brothers and side characters can be a little sketchy, so can the OCs.

cw: yandere-ish themes and behaviours including stalking, implied violence and non-con magic/drugging to influence mc.

Karasu shares Levi's brand of obsessive jealousy and desire, easily concealed by his impressive connections and his naturally shy, passive demeanor. Being a social introvert has its advantages, after all. The amount of information as his disposal through the technology he created makes it easy for him to observe MC safely from a distance while gathering information about anyone else who attempts to get close to them.

Zee would be similar to Lucifer or Barbatos I think. Smart enough to know how much he can get away with, and he has enough restraint not to draw attention to himself in the process. Plus, like the other two demons, Zee has his own little tricks and conspirators that naturally help him avoid detection while keeping tabs on MC.

Azra and Belial are infatuation-at-first-sight types, where Azra is more jealous and Belial is more possessive when it comes to their love interests. Unfortunately, they both have poor impulse control and rely on their trusted associates (Zee for Azra, Shaitan for Belial) to keep things from getting out of hand and help them clean up any messes along the way. They're a weird combination of Mammon, Satan, and Asmo when it comes to their very boisterous affections for MC (and barely-restrained anger at anyone who gets in their way).

Tenebris has Solomon's magical tricks and Diavolo's nearly untouchable privilege. He's less inclined to use magic on MC, instead choosing to use whatever means necessary to quietly chase away or dispose of his competition. There's probably no surprise that he feels confident about escaping any real repercussions should his actions be discovered - his brother's not going to punish him the way he might any other demon (and if Diavolo is secretly taking part in the scheme, who could blame him, it's a fair compromise they both benefit from).

Simeon and the angel OCs have their sweet faces, pleasant personalities and natural charisma to help lure MC into their grasp. They're the wolves in sheep's clothing that stalk the tasty morsels in the flock. And what's even better - or worse, depending who you ask - is that many of the angels are willing to cooperate.

Metatron and Asmo will seem similar with their bubbly cheerfulness and how touchy-feely they are in MC's personal space.

Seraphiel, Gabriel and Uriel will seem similar to Lucifer or Satan with their calm, methodical approach to dealing with obstacles (and the incensed frustrations they hide behind sweet smiles, resolved later with sharp blades and split knuckles behind closed doors).

Habuhiah has Solomon's brilliance and Beel's warm, protective demeanor. She is calm and reliable, using her knowledge of magic and herbs to create to sweeten MC's affections for her and no one else. She spends most of her time working alone and far away from the Celestial Halls, and when MC visits, it's the perfect excuse to spend time together where the other angels are less likely to interfere.

[obey-me-hoe]

Diavolo as songs from my comfort playlist:

*Disclaimer: my criteria for this was all over the place. Some are because of the lyrics, some are based on vibes, and some my brain just said choose that one 😬 (all the OM! songs are in the playlist too but obviously they don't count)

(This song is so fun and upbeat like Dia's personality)

(This song reminds me of Dia's darker side and strength that is usually so well hidden behind his adorable and excitable demeanor)

(I bet this man would LOVE the circus. It's goofy and fun just like him)

(This is perfect for him bc it's a fun sounding song with lyrics that talk about how strong and formidable they are. It also has a fun dance move to go with it which he would definitely love and do unabashedly. He'd somehow manage to get Lucifer to do the dance with him too)

(This feels like a song Dia would sing to MC since it's lyrics talk about finding love and going through life together no matter the struggles you'll face)

(This song feels like Dia telling MC he'll always be by their side no matter what)

(This song is basically them saying they're the shit and to look at all the hard work they've done and will continue to do despite it being exhausting. That definitely sounds like Dia talking to the haters once they've pissed him off enough to break his sweet demeanor)

(This song is basically about having a strong desire to be consumed by love and yearning for someone. I feel like Dia would feel that way about MC)

(Another cute and fun song that gives off Dia vibes)

Combined OM! Playlist

Diavolo Playlist

Other versions:

Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo, Beel, Belphie, Barbatos, Solomon, Simeon, Luke & Raphael, Mephisto & Thirteen

[solomons-poison]

hello! could you do solomon with prompt 33? your work is awesome :))

Touch Starved with Solomon

A/N: Thank you so much, anon! I never anticipated this many requests, I'm really happy people like my nonsense thoughts haha. I think this prompt is perfect for Solomon, he definitely comes across as someone that is very touched starved (honestly I could argue the same for practically all the boys, even Asmo in a way..) so this was fun. Sorry it took a while to get to but I hope you enjoy!

Featuring: GN reader || Solomon x reader

Warnings: fluff and perhaps some angst?; needy Solomon, he needs some hugs :(

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Honestly, it came as a surprise to both you and Solomon. Even before dating, you noticed he could tend to get a little touchy-feely with you more than the others, draping an arm across your shoulders or putting his hand on your elbow as he directed you somewhere, or during magic lessons. Hugs sometimes lasted a little bit longer than intended and he always seemed reluctant to pull away.

You thought that was just his nature, that he was this way with everyone. But you eventually noticed he was only this way with you in particular. After you two started dating, you attributed this just to his romantic feelings for you and didn't think much more of it. However, even that didn't seem to explain it completely.

It was a discovery for both of you almost simultaneously. With Solomon's immortality, he'd stopped developing deep connections with regular mortal beings, especially humans, as the years went on. He wanted to be surrounded by community, of course, but it was hard to experience loss over and over as he constantly outlived the people he came to know.

He was even hesitant about dating you, to be honest with himself, because he worried about the same thing happening with you. But his relationship with demons and other sorcerers was strained and focused on business, not friendship, so his social needs sat neglected due to his worries.

That's why, even before getting together with you, he seemed to be coming apart at the seams with want for affection and just simple human touch, and his growing feelings for you certainly didn't help. Now that you two shone the light on the cause of it all, it became clear he was simply touch-starved and helped you figure out what you could provide to him.

Of course, Solomon doesn't want any of the other demons knowing this, anything that may seem embarrassing or showing weakness to them. But he's glad it's out in the open to you. If you respond well and provide him with all the attention he needs, you'll have earned yourself a big cuddly cat of a sorcerer.

Some of his favorite things are just cuddling up close to you at the end of the day, letting you thread your fingers through his hair and leaving soft kisses on his face. (Sometimes he forgets you were playing with his hair and he leaves the room looking like a mess...) He also adores touching your hands, rubbing circles on the top of your hand and kissing your fingers.

Occasionally he slips up and someone else may see how touchy he is with you, Asmo and Simeon often being the witnessing parties, but as long as you're not bothered by it, he'll let it slide. It's just his way of showing his love for you and appreciation for you being by his side.

It also goes without saying that if you aren't particularly into touch, yourself, he will rein himself back so you aren't uncomfortable. Honestly, anything you can afford him is still leagues better than nothing at all, and he wants to be respectful of your boundaries at all times. But just know that he is your sweet, loving, touch-starved sorcerer ready to be by your side whenever he can.