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frenchfrywrites · 1 year

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Testing the Waters: An Examination and Exploration into the Devildom Demon’s Hierarchy of Status

MINORS DNI

Warnings: GN amab dom reader, sub demon brothers, brothers have ambiguous genitals, established polyamory (NO demoncest), culture shock, lots and lots of piss and wetting!!! Piss drinking, wetting clothes, marking with piss, involuntary wetting, etc!!, brat characters, nonverbal subspace, subspace, the demon bros have animalistic traits, implied sex, sir kink, assertion of dominance, safe sane + consensual, d/s scenes

This was a commission for @rosepetalhaven !! I had soo much fun with writing this (im sure u can tell bc i went 1k words over what you asked for.. teehee 😇), and while it's super different from how I normally write fics, I hope you enjoy it :D

You’re not sure when it started. You’re not sure with whom it started with, either. You do know a few things, though: that Belphegor wasn’t the first to do it, but he was the one that made you realize there was a pattern occurring.

The incident happened days ago, and you have been replaying it in your mind ever since. He’d plopped down on top of you while you sat in your room, and sprawled himself over your body, trying to sleep on you like you were a giant pillow. Typically, you enjoy napping with the avatar of sloth, but you had an important task that needed finishing (and now you can’t even remember what it was that was so pressing, it seems so minuscule compared to what was about to happen next). Belphie had whined, using a very small amount of force to push you back when you’d tried to move from under him.

“Belphie,” you had stressed lightly.

“Noo, don’t move,” he’d huffed. You tried again to move from under him, and then it happened. Belphie had wet himself on top of you.

Several emotions worked through your mind then, surprise, shock, bewilderment, and a bit of delight. The two of you stared at one another for a very long moment, Belphie looking both smug and sleepy, while you stared back with a very “deer caught in the headlights” look.

“It’s okay,” you choked out, even though Belphie didn’t seem upset in the slightest. "It's okay," and perhaps you were only talking to yourself at this point, reassuring yourself that this was normal– even though it very much was not.

Once the cooled wetness on your lap became hard to ignore, you’d then manhandled Belphie off your body and got up to change, not bothering to listen as he complained and whined about your absence.

You could not get the moment out of your head.

It dawned on you that this was not the first time a demon had wet themselves on you.

Your mind worked a mile a minute to find evidence for a pattern– as human brains are wont to do– and while you couldn’t remember when it started, you came up with a couple of times this had occurred before.

There was the time when Mammon wanted something, and he’d been begging for you to get it for him, or at the very least loan him the money for it. While you often indulge him, you’d told him no then, and he grabbed the front of your shirt, looking at you with big puppy eyes before relieving himself on you.

There was the time that Lucifer ordered you not to meet up with Solomon late at night; he’d pressed himself up against you, holding your arm tightly, practically pouting. Eventually, you caved, and you hadn’t noticed it until he pulled away that there was a slight wet spot on the front of your pants from where his crotch had pressed against you.

There was the time that Asmo sat on your lap and cutely demanded you to do something with him, because he was dying of boredom. When you’d rejected him in favor of something else, he had promptly wet himself. That time you assumed it was him being bratty from being ignored, but you now realize he had different intentions.

You came up with a dozen or so times this had occurred, and it finally clicked. Each brother had done this when they’d try to demand or command something. It had to be a dominance thing. It was failing horribly, of course, but now that you were aware of the situation at hand, things were going to change.

Deciding to get a bit more information, you crack open the demonology book you’d gotten from class for the first time in ages. There you find all the answers you need. Your assumption is proven correct, as the textbook spells out in detail how urine is often used as a hierarchical device for demons. As you read, you discover how, if one backs down and submits to the other, that they will involuntarily wet themselves as a show of submission. You imagine you’ve been disappointing the brothers when you fail to follow through on the other half of the societal expectation.

It’s hard to stop the images of your partners losing their self-control as they submit to you; wetting themselves, because they just can’t help it. You can’t ignore how flushed and excited you get from thinking about it.

The first demon you think of is Mammon.

Mammon is, as he is so frequent to remind you, the first you made a pact with, and so it’s only fair that he’s the first one that you decide to put your new knowledge to the test.

He makes it so easy, too.

He’s in your room, rummaging through your things when you enter.

“If you’re looking through my dirty laundry, you might as well clean it,” you tease, closing the door behind him, startling him lightly.

“Whaaat?” he turns around looking indigent, “why would I do your chores? You should be the one doing mine! I’m the great Mammon, and you’re a weak human, in case ya forgot. I’m not gonna do anythin’ for you” He could go on ranting, but he’s cut off by the sound of you unbuckling your belt. “What’re ya doin’?”

You don’t answer him, and instead step closer. He chokes on his spit when you take your cock out of your pants.

“Oh,” he starts again, putting two and two together. It takes you a moment to convince your body and brain that it’s alright to do what you’re about to do. Then, you’re pissing on him.

To your surprise and delight, Mammon’s knees buckle as he immediately loses control of his bladder. He falls to the ground, sitting unbothered in a puddle of his own pee, letting yours wash over him. You moan, feeling your loins burn at the sight of him. It's hard to keep yourself flaccid.

Mammon's hands clutch his thighs, keeping him steady as he experiences something that must be downright euphoric if his dazed expression is anything to go by. Luckily this isn't the first time he's looked at you with eyes like that, and you know how to handle the situation.

“Aw, don’t have much to say now, do you?” you coo, bringing a hand down to brush his wet hair from his face. Mammon only purrs and chirps in response, blinking sleepily up at you. You pet his face tenderly, “want me to take care of you?”

Mammon nods slowly in response to your question, his pupils blown wide. You coo, taking him up into your arms, and helping him onto your bed.

He’s so cute like this, you can hardly stand it. It makes you regret that it took you so long to figure all this out.

Satan is next, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t manipulate the situation a bit. You made sure to drink a good amount of water before you sought out the Avatar of Wrath.

You knock on his door, hearing a faint “who is it?” come from within. Your heart rate picks up as you reply with your name. Satan quickly responds with a, “come in” and your hand is already on the doorknob.

His room is chaotic and messy, as it usually is, which is good for your plan. Satan looks up from the tome he’s reading, smiling at the sight of you.

As you attempt to walk over to him, you trip over a book (and yeah, you make it more dramatic than it needs to be, but whatever). You steady and collect yourself before Satan is up and on his way to you, eager to help.

“Sorry,” he sighs, taking the book you tripped on from your hands.

“You should clean this place up,” you suggest, only it’s not so much of a suggestion as it is a command. Satan shrugs,

“I’ll get to it,” he says, brushing you off. You harden your gaze,

“I wasn’t asking,” you remind him. A light flush begins to work itself onto Satan’s now irritated face.

“Excuse me-” he begins, but grows quiet when you take yourself out of your pants. It still takes a millisecond to convince your brain that your body is allowed to pee, and then you’re wetting his pants for him. “Ah,” he breathes, looking down at your stream in awe, his eyelids lowering as he begins to involuntarily wet himself. All anger has left his body, and he melts like wax under a flame as you make a mess of his pants and floor.

“I see you worked it all out then,” he purrs once you’re both done, giving you a dopey smile. You kiss him gently,

“Yeah. And you’re going to clean up this mess, along with your room. Isn’t that right?” He nods immediately, letting out another spurt of pee at your assertion of dominance.

“Yes sir,” you’re shocked– but try not to show it– when he then drops to his hands and knees and begins licking up the puddle of yours and his piss from the ground.

“Fuck,” you sigh softly, “good boy,” you praise, not sure if he can even hear you, with how quietly you’re speaking.

Diligently, Satan takes care of the mess then looks up at you, licking his lips before giving you a small smile. You let out an appreciative hum,

“Good, now,” you break eye contact to look around the room, “this better be tidied next time I come in here.” Satan makes a pleased sound at the promise that you’ll be back.

You turn, but before you can leave, Satan calls out your name quietly.

“Will you take care of me, if I do a good job?” he asks, his hands griping his thighs, and you’d have to be blind to not see how aroused he is.

“Yes sweetheart,” you smile as you look him over, “I will,” and with that you leave the room, already counting down the seconds before you return.

A couple of days later, Belphie has overslept, and Lucifer put you in charge of waking him. You make your way up to his room, while everyone eats breakfast. He’s dead asleep when you open the door, and you sigh, knowing you have a fight ahead of you.

“Belphie,” you don’t bother with being quiet, because you know Beel has already tried and failed with waking him nicely. You shake him gently, and finally he blinks his eyes open, moaning as he groggily rises from his deep slumber.

“Ugh, ten more minutes,” he groans, batting away your hands. You’re about to start badgering him again, but an idea hits you. You pull down your pants enough to pull your cock out, and aim it at his face. It takes you a moment, but you manage to pee a little on Belphies face. He gasps, a bit getting into his mouth at the action, and soon a wet spot forms on the comforter, signalling that he’s involuntarily wet the bed.

“Okay,” he whines, wiping your piss off his face so he can look up at you, “I’ll um… go take a shower,” he mumbles, rising up from the bed.

“I’ll throw your sheets in the wash,” you compromise, stopping him from leaving, so you can kiss his sticky cheek. Belphie purrs at the action, leaning into your touch.

“‘M glad you finally figured all this out,” he sighs happily, “took you long enough,” he teases. You huff, and push him towards the bathroom then tuck yourself back into your pants, and begin stripping the sheets.

Sometimes you forget how Leviathan can be such a brat. He’s very good at reminding you though.

“Levi, darling, when was the last time you… washed yourself with soap and water,” you ask, trying to be delicate about the fact that you’re not sure that he’s been taking care of himself very well these last few days.

“I don’t need to,” he replies, mashing away at the buttons on his keyboard, not sparing you a glance.

“Mmm, I’m not so sure, I think you probably should every once in a while,” you say, trying your best to persuade him.

“Not. Right. Now,” he urges, frustration evident in his voice.

“Levi,” you strain, and then realize there’s an easy way to win this fight. You drop your pants, and lean over to press the pause button.

“Hey!” Levi whips his head around, but whatever he was going to say gets swallowed as he comes face to face with your dick.

“Oh,” he scrambles out of his chair, his expression of annoyance easily shifting to one of surprise and excitement. “Here, here,” he says as he grabs your arm and drags you away from his electronics. You don’t give him much time after that, pissing on him without warning.

“Ah-I can’t hold it,” Levi’s voice quivers when he says it, looking at you with wide, wild eyes as he loses control of his bladder. He’s still holding onto your arm, and his grip tightens significantly as he lets go.

“S’okay,” you reassure, “you didn’t do anything wrong, I’m very pleased with you Levia-chan, my sweet baby, doing so good,” you praise until a soft purr erupts from him. His grip loosens, but he still clings to you, falling into you. Luckily you have the wherewithal to catch him and hold him gently in your arms. He’s still wetting himself as you hold him, but you don’t mind at all.

It’s not until he’s finally done that he speaks again.

“What a mean way of making me want to shower,” he pouts, still purring. You laugh,

“I promise I’ll make it up to you, okay?” he nods, and lets you pick him up, so you can get the two of you cleaned up.

It’s not unusual for you to wake up in the middle of night in desperate need of a glass of water. It happens more often these days, because you’re emptying your bladder (and filling it) more than usual.

Tonight, you see the light in Lucifer’s study on your way back from the kitchen. You gravitate towards it like a moth to a flame. Lucifer’s head snaps up when you enter the room, sighing when he sees it’s just you and not one of his brothers.

“You should be in bed,” you recommend. Lucifer lets out a tired laugh,

“I’ve got too much to do,” he explains, like that’s a valid excuse. You get straight to the point with him, ending up next to his desk chair with a couple of strides.

Lucifer looks up at you, perplexed by what you’re doing. You’ve gotten very comfortable with what you’re about to do, and without an ounce of shame, you pull down your sleep pants and take out your cock. A soft noise comes from Lucifer at the sight of you, his eyes flickering from it to your face, then back down again.

Since you’ve done this many times now, you are able to relieve yourself with ease; the glass of water from earlier helps.

As soon as your pee hits his body Lucifer gasps softly, then moans– an even more quiet sound– and he too, involuntarily, wets himself on his desk chair.

Once your stream ends, you shake yourself off, and tuck yourself back into your pants.

“Bed now?” you prompt, your voice low and soothing. Lucifer nods,

“Yes, alright,” he slowly stands, on shaky legs. You help him up, winding an arm around his waist. Lucifer leans into your touch, so much more pliant than you’ve ever seen him before, docile and malleable for you.

“I’ll clean up your office tomorrow,” you promise as you lead him to his bedroom. “First though,” you lean in, kissing his neck gently, and smiling when he chirps happily from the action, “let me clean you up.”

Rather than needing to be put in his place, Asmodeous is the one who approaches you. He knocks on your door, and when you give him the go ahead to come in, he practically bounces into your room. Flopping on your bed with a delighted grin, he makes himself comfortable next to you.

“A little birdy told me you figured out how our hierarchy works,” he hums, twirling a lock of hair around his finger. You laugh, wondering who must have told him.

“I suppose I did,” you confirm, already getting a sense of where this conversation may be headed. Asmo’s grin widens,

“It was sooo weird when you were all clueless. Kind of cute, but kind of annoying,” he giggles. There’s a moment of silence between the two of you, then Asmo giggles again, and a light blush dusts his cheeks.

“Did you want me to make it up to you?” you ask, because it seems like he doesn’t have the words for what he wants yet. “Now that I know better?” Asmo beams, delighted that you’re already taking the lead,

“Yes!” he reaches out to clutch onto your shirt, “oh yes! Please?” you smile, because he looks too cute laying on your bed, all excited and willing.

You slowly pull the hem of your pants down, just enough to free your cock. Asmo whines at the sight of it, squirming a bit, and rubbing his legs together. You then pull down his pants, and tuck yourself inside, to make sure he’ll get really wet.

Asmo trills, clinging to you tighter, writhing with anticipation. You almost want to make him wait longer, but he’s already been so brave and good, coming to you and asking so sweetly. When you start to pee, Asmo moans openly, nuzzling his face into your neck. He starts licking at your pulse point when he too wets himself. Your bed is going to be a mess, but that’s the least of your cares right now.

“Thank you, thank you,” Asmo murmurs softly, tickling you as his lips move against your neck.

You run your fingers through his hair gently, “we have to get cleaned up,” you remind him softly. Asmo whines,

“Okaaay,” he relents, because he couldn’t possibly deny you after all that. Laughing lightly, you take yourself out of his pants,

“I’m surprised you’d want to sit in this cold, wet, mess.” Asmo huffs, unlatching himself from you just enough for him to look at you properly.

“It doesn’t bother me, I literally asked for it,” you laugh again, because he’s right. And you think he might be asking for it a lot now that he’s had a taste of it.

Having to assert dominance over Beelzebub was honestly unprecedented. He is really so easy going and submissive for you a majority of the time. It shocked you when he huffed and shook his head when you kindly requested if he went grocery shopping with you.

“What,” you pause, shaking your head a bit, and smiling at how silly he’s being, “what was that?”

“I don’t wanna go help you,” he huffs, but he’s looking at you like it’s killing him to deny you. You smile to yourself as it clicks that you know exactly what it is that he wants.

“Ah,” you step into his personal space and Beel can’t help but smile, squeezing his fists into balls, then releasing them as energy courses through his body.

You unzip your pants, pulling yourself out of them, as you’ve now done so many times before. He’s already purring, looking at your cock longingly, waiting patiently for what is to come.

Beel doesn’t have to wait for long. Your piss comes, and Beel’s hands reach out to touch your stream. He practically falls into you, knocking his head against your shoulder, still so consumed with watching you.

“Oh Beel,” you coo softly when he begins to wet himself as well. You reach a hand up to pet his head affectionately.

He brings his wet fingers up to his mouth, sucking your pee off of them.

“Thank you,” he mumbles from around his fingers, as soon as he finishes. “Feels good,” he hums, rubbing his thighs together.

“I’ll bet it does,” you hum, kissing his skin lovingly. There’s a moment of comfortable quiet between the two of you before he breaks it by saying,

“Let me change, and I’ll come with you.” You laugh, kissing him again,

“Good boy,” you praise, and smack his ass gently when he turns to leave.

You can tell by the way that the tips of his ears burn a bright red that he’s smiling to himself as he leaves.

#ehehe >:) pee time #spice #p/iss #sub obey me #cw subspace

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dead-girl-tells-stories · 5 months

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Everyone from babies to young adults suddenly disappears from Amity Park, and the ghost portal self-destructs as well. The GIW and the Fentons obviously come to the conclusion that it’s ghosts but realize that this issue is way bigger than they can handle, so they call in the big guns, The Justice League.

Of course, they don’t tell the Justice League everything when they come. No matter how much they thought themselves to be heroes, they were simply glorified police in spandex. And with how they operate, they are all too small-minded and won’t be able to see the bigger picture. They also knew fully well that a lot of their methods weren’t even remotely close to being morally or ethically right, and if the JL found out, they would be screwed. So they simply told them enough to get them on their side.

Besides, how could they not help with how many people were missing? This was going to be easy.

_______

The Justice League didn’t trust the GIW. Something about them was just off. But so many missing people were on the line, so many kids!

Ghost?

Should they call in the JLD?

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Jason knew something was off with Crime Ally.

Nothing was wrong per se. In fact, everything was going great. Crime was at its lowest in like… forever. The general atmosphere was more calm, if not a bit chilly. He himself was calmer. And there were fewer kids on the streets. Which would have been a good thing if this wasn’t fuckin’ CRIME ALLY!

Jason’s been stressing himself out, trying to find out what was going on. He’s been searching up and down, talking to people left and right. No one was reporting anything amiss. Some even told him that they still saw the kids walking around, though not as often as before. And they also looked like they were being well taken care of.

He even saw and talked to some of the kids himself and it was the truth.

But when he asked where they went, they only laughed and ran away from him. Shouting that he would know soon before they disappeared around the corner. At this point, he was sufficiently freaked out and was so close to getting Batman to contact the JLD, but something told him otherwise.

A few days later Jason was in bed. He had ended patrol early that night and intended to get a full eight hours if he could.

But as fate would have it, he would not. Because just before he could hit the hay he heard it. Well, felt it would be more accurate but how could you feel a siren’s song? Pulling you? Drawing you in. Telling you that it would give you your deepest desire.

He didn’t even bother to suit back up into Red Hood. He just followed it. Followed and followed, Until he got to a dead-end alleyway. But there was no ‘end’. All there was, was darkness.

He began to get skeptical and took a few steps back. But the feeling was still there. Pulling, telling that all of his answers were in that darkness. Everything he wanted, needed, awaited beyond it.

He did the stupid thing and went into the darkness.

He didn’t know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t the feeling of walking through thick goop. But the feeling didn’t last long, and he eventually stepped out.

Again, he didn’t know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t this.

Kids running around without a care in the world, unrestricted. Teenagers just hanging out and being kids too. Whatever adults he saw all looked pretty young, but they were all happy.

He looked around and noticed that it looked like a weird mix between a suburb and a night market, but it worked quite well. The stalls were all unmanned, and it seemed whoever could just take whatever they wanted. Dim but pretty lights connected all the stalls to as far as his eyes could see. And the sky.

In Gotham, there’s so much smog and bad weather you’d be lucky to even see a piece of blue during the day so no wonder people often forget about the night. But this, the night sky wherever he was, was beautiful, beyond what words and even thoughts could convey.

“Hello, Mr. Red Hood.”

Jason jumped. Was he so out of it that he didn’t even notice someone coming up behind-

Forget what he just said about the sky. The woman right here that was now standing before him? She- She-

“Are you single?”

There was silence. Then she giggled. Guess Jason didn’t need his helmet huh? His face was enough.

He also wanted to die again but hey, at least she laughed!