#demon behavior

[sinful-indulgences]

Is it ok to ask for whats a day in the lives of claude and black widdow demon reader pretty please 😍 its alright if you like it being sfw or nsfw ! Love the duo and subby claude^~^

I’m happy you love it!! (What this is a continuation of)

Claude x Spider demon reader (daily life snippet thingy

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Cw: just demon behavior, this starts roughly a week or two after they first mated,) (reader basically lives in a modified cave that they call a lair/den, it’s vague af)

The webs around your lair have been…modified, to accommodate for Claude, you didn’t want him accidentally getting trapped by you more often than it already happens. As tempting as it was to leave then webs everywhere to mess with him, he was scared enough of you, bowing his head to you every time you came home.

He changed from calling you ‘demon’ to ‘Master’ after a few days, to which you were indifferent too, you let him call you whatever you please, though he preferred you used his name.

You watched with amusement as he fidgets with some of your webs, something you’ve told him not to do, not because he’d get hurt but, he isn’t immune to how strong the stick on them is. As they were your own, you were immune to them, but Claude wasn’t. To your joy he almost instantly got a reminder ‘why’ he should t touch them.

He tugged on the web, trying to pull his hand free, managing to tug free, only to fall on your nesting area. Luckily for him, you don’t have eggs that could have been damaged buuut…he was now stuck in the webs, sprawled out. He locked eyes with you for a second. He quickly averted his eyes, trying to subtly wiggle free.

You approach him with a grin and a sway in your hips. You seat yourself beside him and carefully remove the webs so he can get up without ruining his outfit. “You should wear an extra layer of clothes you can slip out of until your used to the layout of my den.” Claude quietly thanks you and apologizes.

“I’ll try not to be so clumsy next time,” He nervously glanced at your nesting area, once seeing its unchanged, he seemed to relax more. “Where did you go?” He ask nonchalantly. You purr out that you got some food. You showed him your bounties, today you were able to bring back three souls!

“Eat up, I already had my fill.” You love the confused look he gives you every time you offer him food. You had jokingly told him you were keeping him till you had your eggs, but you had openly stated before to him, you’re keeping him!

He didn’t eat, you know he’ll eat them when you’re not around, you’re not sure if he keeps them incase you change your mind about wanting to eat him. You’ve found where he hides some and you know he has eaten them from time to time since he’s asked about where you found such a person and he could describe their taste correctly.

You didn’t know how much he was eating so you’d try to bring back extra, you couldn’t have your pet go hungry! Even though he had the odd habit of hiding souls, if you ever complained about being hungry, he’d disappear and come back with some of the souls you e given him, offering them back to you.

He’s honestly the only mate you’ve let in your lair, and one of the few you didn’t eat.

You honestly enjoy his company, and when he is comfortable enough to eat infront of you, he’ll do it. But you know he’s too…shy? Submissive?…scared? You don’t know the right word, but you are sure he doesn’t see himself on the same level as you, and though he technically isn’t, you want him to understand he’s not on the menu, even if you run out of food.

You had even let him place ‘furniture’ he made to make your home more…’homey’? You don’t rember what word he used but it seemed to have given him comfort.

Claude snapped you out of your train of thought by gently brushing against you. You glance over to see he’s holding…a dress he knitted. It looks genuinely nice, but far too flashy to wear while hunting…or really to wear out in the woods where you live.

You lean over and give him a kiss, you didn’t care for the gesture but it always seemed to boost his mood if the blush on his cheeks and the small smile that slips for a few seconds are anything to go by. “Thank you, Claude. It looks great.” You without hesitation tossed off what you were wearing to put it on, you wanted to see what it looked like!

Once you had it on properly, you turned to see Claude looking the other way with a deep blush on his cheeks. You step infront of him and he meets your gaze. “It fits your form well.” He said in a soft tone. You smiled and noticed how he’s eyeing your thigh. With a glance you see there’s an opening, you hadn’t shut the dress and tied the back, so it was left unsecured. “L-let me fix it.”

Claude starts readjusting your dress but you step back with a grin. “Naw, it’s okay, but you’re a little overdressed right now. Let’s take care of that, ok?” Claude paused for a second. He was still getting used to you, your behavior and everything about you. You knew as a fellow demon he could to an extent sense your intentions, and you waited to see if he’d back down.

To your pleasure he caught on and took of his dress shirt and tie. “My apologies Master. Tell me when you think I’m dressed appropriately for the occasion.” He’s slow with removing his clothes, hesitant to expose himself in front of you still.

You wait till he’s taking his shirt off to step forward and pull his cock out of his pants. Claude visibly jumped at the contact. “This’ll do nicely.” With nothing underneath the dress, you open it to show him your core as your hand worked his cock to hardness.

You push him backwards suddenly and watch him fall onto your nest, without his shirt, he cant slip out of your webs. “Oops…” You purr out, stepping over him. You step over him so you have your feet beside his ribs. “Looks like you tripped…and now your trapped in my nest.” You seat yourself almost on his arousal.

You slip his cock into you quickly, with your size difference he isn’t much of a stretch. You could hear him whining and to your amusement couldn’t meet your eyes now that he’s balls deep inside you. “O-oh dear, how c-clumsy of me. Whatever s-shall I do?” You laughed at the attempt to play along. He’s so precious…

[elegantfilth]

Aziraphale says: "It's nice to tell someone about the good things you've done, now that I'm not reporting to Heaven."

Aziraphale means: he can't stop doing the things he's been doing since he was assigned here just because he's been "fired." He's been doing it for 6000 years! He can't just quit cold turkey! (Plus, he just likes doing nice things)

But you guys are really sleeping on the fact that Crowley can't either. Do you think he spent 6000 years demon-ing, and he just quit with no residual "bad things" to do?

With Crowley, it's a bit harder to see since he's been letting the humans do his job for him and taking the credit. He doesn't seem interested in direct confrontation. He likes to cause general population unrest more than individual damning. So his demon ways are more subtle. But look closely, children.

This is what a demon lurking looks like:

Add a little chaos:

And a dash of threatening:

And you've got yourselves a demon, people!

Y'all call it disaster puppy behavior; I call it demon behavior.

Aziraphale doesn't need a call to know Crowley’s demon report because he already knows. And as an angel, he is happy to "sacrifice" for the greater good if Crowley needs someone to lurk around.

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Bonus demon on demon lurking:

Be kind. She's still in training.

[purple-chaos-clown]

Demons' Emotions & Body Language

Because why the hell not talk about something that has probably been written/talked about a hundred times before? XD I'm in the mood to write about Mephisto because my brain is occupied by thoughts of him in some way 99% of the time.

This was spurred on by once again seeing Mephisto's great teeth appreciation and it reminded me of how much I actually love looking at his facial expressions in general.

He's just so fucking good at expressing himself, lol. And then I begin to wonder...

How much of it is staged/faked/put on, how much comes natural to him? If even at all?

Did he have a period where he tested out all the different facial expressions humans tend to make in certain situations? Did he go and study them? Is it like a game for him? Knowing the Human-Emotions-101 better than even humans themselves, just to have even more power and control over his cute toys?

^Ch. 46 We know he's a little stalker gremlin, so people watching is one of his greatest hobbies - it would certainly help him out with accurately mimicking their body language.

Did he have a rough time when he first started to make contact with humans face to face? :( Because I know that even humans struggle with body language and facial expressions. Totally not looking at me, who's often laughing and smiling, simply hoping it's appropriate because I often don't fully understand what's going on. :')

Considering Mephisto is a pro at acting all human or demon (depending on which outcome he wants to reach, making certain behaviors necessary to manipulate everyone's actions) with how much time he has spent with humans and his obsession with them and their creations...

What is it like for all the demons possessing human bodies?

Amaimon seems to struggle a lot using the muscles in his face, if that side-story panel is anything to by. XD

Moving a sack of flesh can be rough, buddy. I feel you there, my resting bitch face often scares strangers and I have to always check in to make sure I don't look as dead as I feel.

Amaimon is obviously able of actually showing emotions, evident in the manga, but I think there's one he expresses more often than others: anger.

Thinking of anger... There's Satan.

^Ch. 105 Before he came into (regular) contact with Yuri he could only show anger when threatened/searching for Yuri. All other expressions seem to have been actively taught to him over a certain span of time.

Same with Rin when he was born.

^Ch. 109 Though the threatening circumstances might have triggered/amplified that little ugly burning potato's anger. :x

Looking towards Lucifer is pretty much the same, though his anger is often more of the hidden kind and not as openly expressed. Same with Mephisto though. Maybe it's their age (though their behavior doesn't exactly reflect maturity, both of them are brats in their own rights) or simply who they inherently are.

The rest of the demon kings are... definitely emotional and expressive too, which is weird because why would they feel the need to mimic human behaviors and expressions? (Might be reason for another ramble, this post is already so much longer than I intended for it to be XD)

In conclusion...

All of it makes me think that anger is the one emotion that demons might inherently feel and express, anything beyond is something they need to actively learn about over time.

Which is incredibly sad the more I think about it.

I also think most demons (possessing human bodies) have to consciously think about what kind of facial expression/body language goes along with whatever they're feeling - if they want to outwardly express them.

Do they even feel the need to do that in the first place though? And if yes, why? Considering they don't have bodies in Gehenna, it wouldn't make much sense for them to inherently have some body language if they don't have bodies that support it, would it?

And yet we've seen how feral demons can be, Rin is a prime example when he gets overwhelmed by his demon side. All snarling, showing teeth and growling and it's something I (and many other people) love incorporating in our writing all the time because feral demons and the way they threaten each other is just peak content that I desperately need to continue living. XD

[scarletooyoroi]

shoves pocky sticks up his nose.

?????

Who would not be having this particular glare on their face if their damn nose wasn't being commandeered in such a way! Thank Celestia he made sure to shield the inside of those nostrils. Otherwise, who would've known if that morbid curiosity would've let to her try poking his brain.

Learning a new thing or three about her have certainly opened that window. (Things he should've been known no less!)

Now here he was, looking like some comically drawn youkai as frustrated snort takes place. In his own hand, two pocky sticks of his own were procured as he grasps her wrist.

"Ashes for ashes, blood for blood, Tem."

"Let's see how much you can take without a single bite!"

@snowtombedstar

[spkyart]

Baking

[yuki2sksksk]

" Why were you even born? "

[newroseanna]

He loves your voice. Especially the way your beautiful screams rings throughout the entire house. He knew it was a good idea to get a property away from any form of civilisation. Only he could hear the sweet, sweet sounds you make while he snaps your legs in half. He told you this would happen if you tried to run away. Did you think he was bluffing? Try running away with two broken legs now. He'd love to see how far you'll get. Maybe next time, he will cut them off entirely aswell.

DAZAI, SCARAMOUCHE, CHILDE, SUKUNA, SHIGARAKI, MIKEY, IZANA, MUZAN, DOMUA.

[kozmicmizuu]

silly sanegiyuu/giyuusane thing because the recent episode has fueled this.

also yes this is like kimetsu gakuen/modern au thingy for my sanity

- - - -

sanemi: genya, i’m going on a date, stay home and don’t do anything stupid.

genya: mom said i have to go with you!!

sanemi: what- no- YOURE NOT COMING TO MY FUCKING DATE—

*cut to them being at a restaurant with genya sitting between giyuu and sanemi.*

sanemi: ….

giyuu: what are you ordering, genya?

genya: oh- i’m ordering a burger :)

sanemi: i fucking hate my life..

- - - -

sanemi can’t have shit when he has a big family, this is probably not the first time he’s had to take his siblings to his date nights

[maddymoreau]

Thinking about how Diavolo’s feelings transcend time and how in the Nightbringer UR+ card Demon Lord’s Castle Tour this conversation happens.

When asked, “Do you wish to see your father?”

Diavolo responds:

“I suppose I do . . .” isn’t the typical reaction to how a child would feel about wanting to see their parent. Especially when said parent has essentially been in a coma for a year.

Along with how Diavolo describe his father.

It makes more sense why when you learn in Lesson 56 how Diavolo was treated by him growing up.

Diavolo can tell when others are lying but is unable to understand his father’s intentions.

Diavolo mentions that he lived a very sheltered life growing up. That from a young age his father never allowed him a chance to talk to anyone outside the castle.

His childhood friend was Mephistopheles. A demon literally RAISED to be his friend. Putting a barrier between the two because Mephistopheles would put Diavolo on a pedestal.

The isolating childhood he experienced riddled with his strict father constantly scolding him.

Despite everything MC is so important to him he wants to see his father again so we can meet.

[futuristichedge]

They're brothers

[peachdues]

when you give it up for a felon and then he does felon things

“Sanemi,” you pinch the bridge of your nose between your fingers, the beginnings of a migraine creeping in from around your temples. “What the hell is that?”

“A working A/C unit,” he says smugly, chest puffed in pride. “Got it installed while you were at work. She’s purrin’ like a kitten.”

Your headache worsens. “I didn’t buy a new unit.”

“I know that.”

“Because I can’t afford a new unit.”

“And?”

Sanemi Shinazugawa is many things, but dense is not one of them. He’s being vague on purpose, thinking he’s sparing you from having to think too hard about how it is a state-of-the-art air conditioning unit sits neatly in your window when it costs more than your monthly rent.

Fine. If he thinks he’s playing it cool, you’ll just have to go for the jugular.

“Where did it come from, Sanemi?”

He’d expected you to ask how he obtained it, you’re certain, and he’d likely already had yet another ambiguous answer primed and ready to fire. But you’ve thrown him off, and now there is only silence between you, save the quiet whir of the air conditioning as Sanemi considers his options.

“The warehouse.” He says carefully and you groan.

“How did you pay for it?”

Another pause, and then, “Scratched the serial number off.” Too quickly, he adds, “They won’t track it.”

[classichorrorblog]

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[grelleswife]

“You can’t defeat your undead twin on an empty stomach, young master.”

[spkyart]

au where genya survived the final battle and its now living his best life and everyone cares him

[terry-perry]

Hi there! I saw you were looking to do Alastor requests, and I have a…spicier one in mind.

So the scenario I was hoping for, if you are comfortable with it is consensual cannibalism. The Reader (female) has an advanced regenerative and healing ability and is also a masochist.

So after the Extermination, Reader helps Alastor heal and also offers her flesh to him. Things go from there. Maybe some aftercare at the end, too?

It's not exactly smut, but some crazy, kinky, bloody stuff is involved!

TRIGGER WARNING!

Y/N was the one who found him in his radio tower, muttering and wincing to himself. She'd been the only one who searched for him after the battle. His disappearance from it was so sudden that she had her suspicions. Finding her friend in such a state was heartwrenching, especially since he always seemed so composed. Now he appeared so broken, fragile, wounded.

She approached him with caution. He was her friend, but an infamous demon, forced into a corner by the First Man too. Like dealing with many beasts, it was best to proceed with caution.

"Alastor?" She called out to him slowly.

His head snapped up upon hearing her. His dark eyes narrowed to get a better look at her. After doing so, his strained smile came with a snarl. "I do not want you to see me in such a state..."

"We've all taken a beating today Alastor," she said, walking over to him in a still careful manner. Slowly she knelt before his curled up figure on the floor. "You were smart to leave when you did. Gave you time to heal."

"Well, as you can see..." he took his hand away from his chest, which spewed out some blood that darkened his already red attire. "I may need a little more time."

She saw the way the blood covered his chest like splattered paint. He certainly took a beating after fighting hard. She was at least happy the wound was wide yet shallow. What she hated was noticing the way he attempted to reach out to her but grimaced in pain while doing so. She found it so awful to see him like this that it made her act on impulse.

Alastor didn't have time to protest as she already had her hand over his injury. He watched how she concentrated on it, how her hand suddenly had a golden light under it as his chest felt very warm then cool. Once she let go, he saw he was as good as new! No blood or anything!

"You're welcome!" She chirped, making an effort to break the tense silence.

It didn't help since before she knew it, he was throwing himself on top of her. He looked down at her, pinning her to the floor. He looked wild and savage as his eyes changed into those notorious radio dials and his sardonic grin had blood leaking out from its corners.

"I don't recall asking for your help, my dear," he growled. "You know better than to make the Radio Demon owe you his life!"

She never thought she'd be on the receiving end of Alastor's threats. They'd always been rather close and respected one another. Yet she forgot two important things about him:

He despised being on someone's hook.

And he always needed to be in control.

He already lost his sense of control in the battle when fighting Adam. His microphone was split in two, and he'd been no better. Now that she saw him in bad shape and offered him assistance in healing, he needed to find a way to regain power - to show he still could intimidate.

She was terrified...but also excited.

She doesn't know why it excited her. It might've had something to do with the fact she was hell-born and had no real experience with pain or death. It didn't help that she was born with regenerative healing abilities that helped her survive every scuffle she'd find herself in. Whatever the reason, the way Alastor bent over her gave her pleasant tingles.

She knew he didn't desire sexual depravity the way others down there did, but he did have other carnal urges that could benefit them both.

"Hurt me then Alastor," she said, growing bold with a coy smirk. "Give me all the anger you have. Take it out on my flesh."

There are some things people just don't expect. Even in Hell, surprises can come. For a demon like Alastor, he took pride in how little can shock him, humble him. Yet he's recently realized he's not in as much control as he claimed to be. He's been beaten, insulted, taken hold of. A new sense of purpose was required. A way to show power again.

But this?

"I know you want to," she hissed up at him. "You want to devour me. Go ahead! At least you'll be good at that!"

She knew that did the trick since he returned to his malicious state. His large, sharp-tooth grin opened into a gaping maw that attacked her. She let out a cry as he bit down hard on her shoulder. She wrapped her legs around his waist while his teeth pierced her so fiercely that she could practically feel his gums on her skin. She pushed him further by grabbing a hold of his hair as she moaned so desperately. He held her so tightly that her cries grew strenuous.

She loved every second of it, especially when he managed to tear off some of her flesh.

----

With a snap of his finger, Alastor conjured up a small flame that helped her with her cigarette. She inhaled, released a puff of smoke, and relaxed after their little escapade. They remained on the floor of his radio tower, now snuggled up together. He looked over her body, his claws tracing the marks he left behind before they disappeared.

It was just what he needed for the time being to satiate his hunger. Full freedom was still far from his grasp, but he at least found a way to play with his needs. Thanks to her, his burning yearnings were temporarily fulfilled.

[muzsmocsing]

Luo Binghe's been trying to take revange on Shen Qingqiu for YEARS yet the guy only has to say he trusts him one (1) time and he's already putting the maid dress back on.