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grandesteartherquakedreamer · 1 year

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The AkuMother: Her Firstborn

(FINALLY! After having this caged in my brain for over a year, I now have the courage to share this story of mine. Not to confuse the two stories I commissioned to @gimmeabigpush. SHE wrote those stories, not me. I'm once again inspired by her for me to write this. Also, a MASSIVE kudos to @demonsandco {Yes, the one with the Obey Me's Demon Brothers Redesign} for the gorgeous art of my MC / OC! Like I said previously, this is a 18+ kink and smut fanfiction.

If you're under 18, PLZ DNI! If the following tags aren't your cup of tea, you're also free to ignore it. More importantly, I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I wrote it! 😈🤰) {Edit: You may have noticed that I made some slight changes and attempted to fix any mistakes I find. My apologies in advance. }

They felt it. Their eyes widened in concern and froze at whatever they were doing as soon as it happened. The Seven Rulers of the Underworld all got up and stampeded past the hallway, down the stairs and made it outside the guest room. To “her” bedroom. The door was closed, so one of the demons reached for the door handle. But his eldest brother stopped him. He put a finger above his lips and hushed them before they could panic.

"She said she’ll take a nap and we do not wish to frighten her,” he said. "Don't make a move until I signal to you all."

When he finished speaking, he opened the door slowly. It creaked as it swayed apart. Inside of the room was a tree that grew from the ground. With lanterns hung from the branches and its vines covering part of the wall. Under the tree on the bed with her back facing them was her. The demon mother-to-be herself, Yuki.

The demon's long, light pink hair was twisted and twirled in a braid. Her body was covered in a thin blanket. She stirred awake as soon as she felt the presence of her seven doting partners. Fresh air flooded into her nose and deep in her lungs followed by a yawn so soft it was almost impossible to hear. A unique warmness flooded her senses. Though she was a little more sore than previously, she also felt her child is exactly where they were meant to be. So dreamy-eyed and tranquill, she shifted her body and reached her arms towards the headboard. That's when the eldest signaled his younger brothers to help Yuki up. Of course, just being there with someone they've known in under a year would be helpful as well.

When Yuki managed to sit upright with their assistance, more of the young mother revealed herself as the blanket fell on her lap. She was wearing a sports bra when she slept. More notably, her magnificent gravid belly dropped. At mercy of the hands of gravity. As she looked at her seven sires, she smiled sheepishly at them.

With one hand on the mattress to keep herself up, while the other hand caressing on her baby bump.

She knew that they’d known why they appeared before her. Yuki looked down at the bed and used her free hand to remove the blanket. They gasped either in amazement or horror.

The other end of the mattress alongside a pillow for her legs was freshly soaked. The naked flower between her thighs is still oozing with the clear fluid. Yuki tilted her head as her smile grew wider alongside flushing pink cheeks. She giggled before she said:

"She's ready to meet all of us."

Shortly after the confirmation of Yuki entering her first stage of labor, Lucifer turned and asked his brothers if there was anything else to prepare for the child's arrival. They both watch as the other demons shoved and scattered out of the door. Causing a bit of a commotion down the hallway.

“Why did you phrase it like that?” she asked him, her eyes meeting his own. "The way you've said it made it sound like the end times were upon us. Plus, there's no rush."

Lucifer knelt before her. Placing his large gloved hand on Yuki’s warm, stretched skin. He sighed.

"It’s …still hard to wrap my head around." He answered. Certainly seeing the Avatar of Pride being vulnerable was a rare sight. Especially feeling a sort of guilt from his past.

Yuki placed both of her hands and played with his hair, minding the horns. While she played, she suddenly stopped as Lucifer lowered his brow. Something stirred deep within her. He placed both hands on the lower swell of her belly. On cue, Yuki removed her hands from his head, placed them on top of her belly, and began her breathing techniques she was taught.

Pressure began the shutter and tense within her midsection and her pelvis. It wasn't terribly strong. Yet it felt so tense, yet so natural. They have both remembered the teachings of the maternity books. Lucifer was the only few who paid close attention to every detail. Even if it were headed to more… graphic parts. Oh, would he dare to mention how she sounded? The young mother hummed and whimpered lightly, focusing solely on her breathing. It was music to his ears. Part of him wished he could hear her like this for as long as he'd want.

When the first of many of these "waves" subsided, Yuki exhaled deeply and relaxed. Shifting her hips slightly, she leans down to kiss the top of Lucifer's head. He felt much more relaxed from that. Tender even. He looked at Yuki's belly and used both hands to move up and down, caressing it. Entranced by the strength of her body. She's also kind enough to let Lucifer kiss her beautiful baby bump.

"No doubt, you'll bring a whole new life into the world." He murmured. "You have every reason to feel proud of yourself." Then he looked up at his partner as she gazed down at him, even if her belly made it harder to see. She gave a slightly confused look back at him before she spoke.

"There's no need to be anxious, Luci dear.~ She said, changing her tone at the end. "It'll be a while before I make room for her to make a grand entrance."

Lucifer sigh as he got up. He even helped Yuki up to her feet from the bed. Not before putting a hand under her chin and kissing her lips boldly. She wasn't taken aback of how forward he is, and even allowed his tongue to meet her own. When he pulled away, Yuki panted for air as she wrapped her arm around him and he did the same. Both of them walked out of the guestroom so the young mother could spend more time laboring with her other six partners. This is just the beginning of her labor, and she felt so ready to go forward with the ones closest and most intimate with her.

An hour or so passed, and the progress of these “pangs” became more regular. Steadier, stronger, closer together. It sure wasn’t as easy to keep them in check. Especially if you claim to be as “great” as Mammon. His younger brother Leviathan was present too. They and Yuki are in the common room (the same room where Yuki first met the brothers). She sat on the chair facing the fireplace. Levi undoing her braid (because it promotes better blood flow according to her), while his older brother knelt next to her. Propped his elbow on the armchair and held Yuki's hand.

When they were not becoming an anxious mess once another strong sensation overcome her, they both stared at Yuki in awe. Mesmerized even. Her long hair cascading down her shoulders and hips, the sports bra nearly at its breaking point trying to contain her milk-filled tits. If her pregnant glow wasn't enough before, the golden glow of the fireplace made her radiate. Once she had to breathe through a contraction, both of them did well on the pressure points they were taught to deal with according to their clever, but short-tempered younger brother. Levi used both hands to massage her shoulders while Mammon applied some counterpressure on Yuki’s widened hips and plush outer thighs. They've even praised her with whispered affirmations.

"You got this one, don'cha babe?." One of them said,

"Y-Y-You're absolutely stunning!" Another one said, whispering behind her ear.

Of course it was much more challenging to stay calm for all of them. The baby was pressing, barreling, almost grinding against her still opening cervix. Low. She felt so low. Low enough to slip out at any given time, but that's impossible. The extra amount of trickling fluid didn't help either. When the pressure finally released, the three of them relaxed simultaneously. Mammon was especially relieved.

"That contraction didn't bother ya too much, did it?" He asked.

Her eyes fluttered open but frowned down at him.

"Mammon, I told you NOT to use that word." She answered. Levi glared back at him with a towel in hand. He shrugged his shoulders in response.

That was how it went for them. Yuki is already halfway in dilation, which is a good sign that her little girl was well on her way. Spending time with two brothers who gave each other a bit of a hard time. Yet they made sure to put Yuki's care first and foremost. They assisted her with resilience. Their younger brothers would surely follow suit.

Now the pangs were hitting ever closer and more intensely than ever. Yuki didn't think she processed as quickly as she did. Not Satan. The blonde hair demon could tell she'll deliver soon enough. This time, they're both in the library. They both experiment with different positions and vocal tones. Those were helpful to either relax or cope as the waves crashed within her womb. Her favorite part is the essential oils. It was Asmodeus' idea, as it so happened that he arrived to check on them both. Followed up by the twins, Beelzebub and Belphegor. Satan filled them in on the current situation before he left to take care of something else in the living room.

The three youngest brothers went up to Yuki. Asmo embraced her, while the twins nuzzled her from behind. Their presence gave her much needed comfort during and between the intensities. Swapping spots periodically. Massage her. Sore areas and pressure points on her slim yet curvy body. Kissing her lips. Her cheek. Her neck. Her shoulders. Stimulating her. First taking off the sports bra to finally free her sore breast. Then wrapping their lips around her hard nipple and pinching the other. Then they kiss her taut belly lower and lower, until they kiss directly on her petals, and the sensitive pearl within. The second their mouth was set in place, the young mother went from whimpering and panting to a half-moan, half-whine that sounded deliciously sublime. She could tell by the electricity tingling up and down her spine, they took her physical and emotional care to the next level. Many internal squeezes, contractions, whatever you call came and went. One after the other. Soon as the latest was over, one of brothers first slipped their fingertips in their mouth and they checked on Yuki's process.

She has just hit transition.

The twins left first as they head to meet up the others as planned. A few minutes later, arm and arm, the other two demons followed in their footsteps. Taking the opportunity between the powerful waves, they walked (and waddled) toward the halls until they reached the doors to the dining room. Asmo looked at the exhausted and reluctant demon. When her timid eyes met his own, he gave her a reassuring smile. With his free hand, he passively forced the door open, and they both entered.

"Look at what we did, darling!" He said as he pointed out something. Yuki raised her head, and what did she see on her left?

The once empty living room was now fully redecorated. String lights held by the two chandeliers were decorated with butterflies and crystals, and flowers and stars. The walls were covered in pastel-colored crepe streamers. The extra pillows and flower petals were made in a big circle like a giant nest, surrounded by lanterns on the floor. Save the fireplace under the large mirror. Lucifer and his brothers were already waiting for them both.

Everything was finally ready. All those nine long months would be rewarded for their marvelous significance ahead of them all. The eight of them each sat on color-coded cushions on different spots of the "nest". Yuki sat upright in the center (of course), with a thick towel under her legs. Lucifer and Satan knelt behind her with their arms wrapped around her own and gripped her hands gently. Her legs spread wide open like the butterfly wings on her back. Mammon and Levi held on to one leg, and Beel and Belphie held the other leg. With no one else to be, Asmo knelt in front at Yuki’s feet in full display. Full-term, fully nude, fully open. Full of last-minute anxiety.

"I…I…I-" she couldn't even form a sentence. Almost lost in a thick fog of her emotions at this point. The timing couldn't be worse, as her belly turned a bloody pink with a brutally powerful contraction.

"Yuki."

Hearing her name being called, she anchored back into reality. Her eyes watering, chest heaving, heartbeat thundering. Even what she's about to go through, the world around her seems to slow down. She looks at her sires. Up front, right, and left. Surrounded by warmth by the hearth, safety, and most importantly. Unconditional love.

"If you would both allow us," Lucifer spoke up after clearing his throat. "We all have one more surprise." He turned to his youngest brother.

“Belphegor?”

Belphie turns his head to Lucifer and nods his head.

First, he sang a verse of a song. Then Levi as he caressed her leg, and then Asmo made Yuki look up at him with his fingers under her chin. Next up was Satan rubbing his thumb on her hand. Followed up by Mammon, then Lucifer right after him, and finally Beel. At last the choir of their voices sang out in unity is unlike anything she had ever heard. She could’ve sworn that they sounded like angels. With no one else to blame, not even herself. Her mind and body were put at ease. Even the child who is about to leave her tight home can hear their voices too. Allowing both mother and child allowed their words to strike directly at their hearts. Especially with the final two words.

“My Love.”

That's it. Her intern wisdom activates just as the pressure begins to grow in a different way. Yuki, feeling empowered, closed her eyes and smiled softly. For a quick moment, her seven partners were awestruck. Her beauty and her strength transformed her. To them, she's become a goddess, hands down. They were ready. The demon mother inhaled through her nose and tucked her chin. The baby's head weighing on the fully open cervix.

With everyone present, she gave in to the urge to push for the very first time. Yuki is giving birth, and it felt just... Right.

Her glossy orb of a belly became brick hard with each future wave. Feeling the large sphere descend into her vagina. Into the canal. Already slippery wet and silky-smooth, despite how tight it is.

The expansion of the mussel and tissue is almost inconceivable, as if it was being stimulated. She made sure her first delivery would be extra precious. Even when the wave subsided, she caught her breath. Her eyes lulled, but twinkle with a mix of contentment and ecstasy.

This was a birth the princes have ever been present too. Whether they were embarrassed or not. If they felt shameful or not. They made sure to keep her legs far back without feeling restricted. When she did get time to rest, they made sure to whisper their praises and encouragement. If the opportunity allowed them so, they'd kissed her knuckles, her shoulders and cheek. Yuki looked and felt illegally sexy. Her ponderous skin glamorizes. She wished with all her heart and soul on how wonderful she felt in the midst of childbirth.

Yuki's breathing hitched, and this time allowed her breath to bring her baby downwards. Feeling the child continue to fall even lower than ever before (as her head stretching her walls nicely). Though her face showed concentration, she grasped two of her partner's hands a bit tighter. It felt great to feel her little one moving sinking into her vaginal passageway.

Though she grunted from the back of her throat, her voice is so soft and so light. Completely obedient to her body's instincts with her breathing, panting, and moaning and such. So why did she need to hold back? She deserved this.

The garden flower, her glistening pussy, turned rose red. Already swollen and throbbed desperately. Once the pressure released, she felt the size, shape and weight of her daughter's head just pressed behind her labia. Though not enough to see her hair (yet). Both mother and daughter have full control. Any spike of pain washes away with pleasure in its place. She shifted her wide hips, cradling side-to-side. Prioritizing the quiet arrival of "their" baby girl.

Everyone else was laser-focused on her sacred place (but not in a perverted way), as if they suddenly felt their eyes drawn directly to the flower seconds away from opening up. Exactly in the position she only dreamed. When she'll bring forth the ultimate gift. Then Yuki closed her eyes and gives a big, yet tender push.

Finally, it happens. Her pussy lips began to open and bloom revealing the baby's scalp immediately followed by wet, slick hair. Everyone was astonished, if not dumbfounded. They can only sit and watch as the head almost makes the teardrop shape before the pressure vanishes. The head withdrew from view, but not by a lot..

When Yuki opened her eyes and caught her breath, she let go of one of their hands and reached down to her raw, sensitive opening. As she felt her fingertips press against her daughter's head, she gasped as much as she grinned. The love for their child was felt in every fiber of her being. Her partners could tell by looking. There is no rush, yet she longs to feel her small body in her arms. Even her body seemed to be just as eager when Yuki breathed into her nose and pushed.

The baby's head continues to emerge slowly. Her slick, baby-filled cunt squelched and almost squeaked. Her head became a teardrop again, then the tight opening grew bigger, and bigger. Wider and wider. By the time the pressure dissolves, Yuki held on to the full, and very tight crown as she catches her breath. When it looked so pretty before, THIS was the newest definition of beautiful. She has so much curly brown hair! Sure it sizzled, but she didn't care. Alas, her gorgeous form was for a brief moment.

Yuki pushed lightly, as the other watched the soft forehead appears into view. As if the baby will come out facing up to her mother, one prince decides to use his free hands and is placed under the crowning head of his daughter. Their daughter. Yuki huffed and grunted lightly as she tries looking over her impressively large belly to see for herself. At first her brow emerged, followed up by a pair of lashes, a button of a nose, and finally…

*Pop!*

Her mouth and chin appear, with all of her head successfully birthed (with some amount of fluid spilling out,) as she rests on their waiting palms. Everyone, including the mother was overcome with emotion. Her face… Like a handmade porcelain doll of flesh and bone. She looks so…captivating. So tranquil. They did not even notice her curly black horns and frilly-shaped ears. It was immeasurable love in its purest form.

One of them checks for the umbilical cord to be sure it wasn't around her neck. When he gave a nod of approval to Yuki, she wasted no more time. Giving in to her final push, she shuts her eyes tightly.

Even as the baby rotates to make room for her shoulders, the calming atmosphere of the living room seems to hold its breath.

The light touch of the emerging shoulder stimulating her clit. Yuki suddenly bucked her hips and came hard. Her newly born daughter emerged completely in a rush, surprising everyone. She is free.

Meanwhile, far on the different side of the Devildom. (Of hell itself). Within the castle of the Demon Lord, Prince Diavolo walked the barren hallways. His most trusted steward would always follow behind him. But when he turned around, he saw him staring at the tall window.

“Barbatos!” He called out. “What’s up?”

As he walks up to him, he can feel a presence unlike anything he felt. It wasn’t even a magical presence. His butler slowly looked up at his young master. He knew what would and has happened. But he simply said the following to him…

“She has come.”

Barbatos wasn't one to be joking around with. When “he” was the one who directly spoke to the "then" heavily pregnant Yuki, that the birth of her child will change everything. Just as the prophecies written in ancient scriptures have now been put to fruition. Especially when it wasn’t exactly how anyone else thought it went down. The moment of this specific birth was felt across the three realms. While the new family is free to love their own child, many others would fear her sinister aura.

Back at the House of Lamentation, (the palace mansion), the softest wails was heard across the rooms. The infant’s harmonic cries filled the room with rapture, proving that she is alive and well. The eight demons were utterly moved by what they witnessed. Yuki wept tears of joy as she finally snuggled her new daughter so close to her heart, as her seven sires’ embrace and basked in the glow of the special child. The child who mostly looked just like her mother before she became a demon. Dare she'd say, that this entire experience was 'pure magic'.

When the cries started to dwindle and cooed, and as her mother swaddled her new daughter in a soft blanket, the first of two remarkable qualities was discovered.

“Yo… move your hand.” Mammon said nervously.

“Huh, what.. Why?” asked Yuki, confused. His other brothers turned to face him with their brows lowered. But she did as she was told, and lifted her head to see her child’s back.

“Guys look!” she cried.

They turned their heads to see the little demons back. Not that she has “six” itty-bitty black wings on her back. Yuki pointed at the back of her neck, and there it was. On the nape is what looked to be a sort of birthmark, the color of twilight’s shade. It had a combination of shapes to make it look like a bird. The diamonds for the eyes, a heart for the beak, the two horns and teardrops for its wings. The body a seven pointed star, and most infamously, the tail the shape of an upside-down cross.

When they all weren’t paying attention, the little demon took the opportunity to shift down to her mother’s breast. Plush lip latch around her nipple and began to suckle. Yuki squeaked in response, until she and everyone else caught on that the girl started nursing.

“She must’ve been hungry.” Beel mused.

After watching her nurse for a bit, the demonic infant revealed her second most remarkable yet unexpected quality. Her eyes popped open as looked up directly at her mother.

Rainbow irises. The child literally has rainbow colored eyes! With an added bonus that her eyes change colors from a rainbow to match her mother’s brown eyes. Just by simply blinking. Even with this revelation, they still loved their little girl. No matter what.

When the child was a few hours old, she wore proper baby clothes and laid in her crib. Her parents watchings over.

The proud mother, though weakened from events prior, now wore her favorite soft bathrobes. With one hand on the rail of the crib, the other gently placed on her now flatten belly. Yuki muses over how much they loved her repeatedly. One of them glazed over her shoulder.

“So.. what name did you choose for her?” they asked. Yuki sighed in frustration but could not help but giggle.

“Genesis. That’s her name”. She answered.

Silence filled the room as the brothers were left to think. The more they thought about that specific name, the more it made sense. Yuki turns around and suddenly presents herself and waits for them to notice her, and when they do, she speaks.

“This child of ours is a dream come true. But I felt pity that you all fought over me while I was pregnant. I want to try again but make a few changes while repeating the experiences I adored, even with its flaws.”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow. “What are you implying, Yuki?” His brothers looked at him and back at her. The new mother's response.

“From this moment henceforth, I’m willing to give my body to each and every one and carry your children at a time.” It left six of them almost flabbergasted, but Asmodeus was delighted.

“Oooh, Yuki! Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” He asked.

The edges of her lips curve into a much bigger (and shameless) smile.

“Of course! Dreams change. Now, I’ve always wanted a big family.”

Yuki’s journey started as a dying human in the woods, and now she’s become the broodmare for seven demons. In the coming years, she’ll have many, many children who will leave their marks on the three realms. Especially Yuki herself, who she’ll be known in history as…

The AkuMother.

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cnl0400 · 1 year

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I think it's both weird and funny that apparently all of the brothers were born as adults but Luke Is apparently the only child that exist in the celestial realm

#obey me nightbringer #obey me luke #post0400 #everytime they talk about their orden or birth It gets more confusing than the last time #what do you mean Mammon was a full adult before levi was born #what are their age gaps...??#I think the only two characters (besides Solomon of course) that have confirmed childhoods are #Diavolo and Mephistopheles I think thats interesing

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athanoraa · 2 years

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he says he's here because of you.

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sailorrose19 · 2 years

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How I think Lord Diavolo saw them fall after the Great Celestial War. The white star falling far from the twins is Lilith after she was fatally shot and the green star splitting from the blue star is Satan being born through Lucifer's raw, unfiltered, intense wrath and grief and ripped his wings off.

Diavolo: They're mine! Now go! Go! I've got to make some wishes!

#obey me fanart #lord diavolo #a falling star #the great celestial war #great celestial war #obey me!#falling star #fallen angel #obey me lilith #lilith #satan's birth #satan being born #obey me shall we date

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tsukii0002 · 4 months

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My demons' periods cycles. By Mc

Note: these are purely my headcanons at the moment, they are based on animal ethology and behaviours that I think would suit each character depending on their personality and Lore. I would love to read your headcanon in case you have them.

Warning: Long text. Possible grammatical errors. It's written as if Mc was writing for themself.

Hey, it me Mc, the best human. Here is a compilation of the behaviours of my demons during their periods, cycles, for practical day to day use. It wasn't easy but I sat them down and got to talk to them, with a little effort I now know what they need. So now I am ready to assist them during these complicated times and be prepared in case I find a dead goat on the porch as a tribute.

Lucifer, Mammon & Levi || Satan, Asmo, & Beel || Belphie, Barbatos & Diavolo || Simeon & Raphael

Satan

Light damages his eyes, and during his period he does not sleep at all.

During his cycle, the plaques that extend from his tail to his entire body become more pronounced and acquire a bioluminescent coating. As do its horns. Beware, they prick.

Some parts of his body grow feathers (I think this is a "side" effect of his birth). He aggressively plucks them out, help him not to hurt himself.

His teeth grow continuously, he has to be sanding them (biting things or his own tail). Other than that he doesn't groom much.

Satan doesn't have a fixed place to spend his heat, and although he likes to "nest" he doesn't know how to do it well, which frustrates him a lot. Help him, you already have experience (I think that's why he has chosen my room as his favourite place)

Depending on the weather he may make something more like a nest or a burrow.

Satan is terribly territorial, even with his siblings. He has had a run in with Cerberus from time to time. Please don't let that happen, the house won't hold.

Satan does not have a pre-heat period as such, but you can tell it is coming because he becomes more taciturn and solitary.

Raw meat is his main food, which is what he goes out to hunt very often because he needs a lot of it, but make sure he doesn't eat more than his capacity or it will make him sick. One way to do this is to feed him yourself (I think he thinks you have hunted for him if you do this).

Satan is the only one who haunts other demons and even souls of the condemned.

It is the only one that has fought other demons. Any living thing within 100 metres of him is encroaching on his territory, which is a problem because he moves so much for hunt.

Satan becomes non-verbal. But he does not use noises to communicate, only physical contact.

Growls and roars are reserved for threats and warnings (in other words, to communicate with everyone but you).

He likes physical contact, but is afraid to get close in case he hurts you (his tags and tail), you won't deny him comfort so be careful and that's it.

Satan produces pheromones, but does not usually mark.

His way of courting is to offer you resources, especially prey (he wants to prove he can feed you), it's not the first time he's brought you a live demon. Once he brought you a Little D, the poor thing kept shaking.

Satan's senses are heightened to the extreme. Many stimuli upset him and he has fits of rage. talk to him, so that he focuses his attention on your voice, that will calm him down. Lucifer's voice calms him down a lot too (but it's a secret)

All these changes (hormonal, behavioural…) are not good for his anger, the poor thing gets very angry without knowing why.

Satan's temperature is a reflection of his activity, when he is on the move it increases and when he stops it decreases.

During periods of low activity he curls up next to you, holding your hand (for fear of hurting you) with his pupils fully dilated, don't be fooled, he is fully alert and ready to attack.

Satan purrs? YES! It's the purr that most resembles a cat (that will make him happy, but don't tell him, the avatar of wrath has his pride).

Mc: *in their bedroom helping Satan* Here is ok?

Satan: *looking at them and nodding*

Mc: Making a nest is complicated… are you sure this is okay?

Satan: *standing next to them and rubbing his cheek with their cheek *

Mc: *smiling* Okay, let's go to the next part.

Satan: *grunting at a demon that's approached the house*

Mc: Satan!!! Satan stop!!!

Demon: *paralyzed with fear*

Mc: *hugging* Satan now, let him go, he's going, he's goi- agh!

Satan: !!!

Mc: *cut themself with his tail* It's okay, it's nothing.

Satan: *guilty look*

Mc: *taking him by the hand* Don't worry, this heals fast.

Satan: *nodding still guilty, squeezing their hand*

Demon: …. I thought I was dying!!!!

Satan: *purring as he presses his chin on Mc*

Mc: *talking to him to calm him down* And remember you don't have to go out every day, there's plenty of food here….

Satan: *purring more loudly*

Mc: But if you see my great uncle's soul, the one from the village, it's all yours.

Satan: *nodding with a smile*

Mc: *laughing* How trustworthy, you're awesome Satan.

Asmo

Although he spends most of his time awake, he needs to sleep.

He can be just as active during the day as he is at night (like arachnids).

For him to sleep, you have to be right next to him or he won't sleep.

Asmo needs to nest completely under cover, underground, but prefers the safety of his home to going outside. So he improvises a burrow in his room.

During his period the scales of his exoskeleton become shiny and velvety coated, as do his wings and horns.

Them take on a more striking fuchsia colour than usual. It will be one of the few times you will be able to see Asmo's tail with its sting.

He preens himself a lot, moistening its wings, polishing its scales... At first he is a little reluctant to be helped, but later he will be constantly asking for your help.

More than territorial, Asmo is possessive. He doesn't want you to leave his side, sometimes with his siblings too. If he smells a scent of someone else in his tribe, good luck to that individual.

Asmo doesn't have pre-heat, you'll just wake up one day with all your clothes gone and you'll know it's started.

Asmo's diet during its cycle is varied, although its consumption increases, ranging from fresh meat, fluids of all kinds, to poisonous substances such as flowers, mushrooms or other live animals. Be sure to allow some time to pass before he kisses or bites you.

If you get him a rare poisonous plant, he will be happy and content.

He can talk normally, but he will also make clicking sounds to indicate his mood.

Lots of pheromones, Asmo produces lots and lots of pheromones during his period, pheromones that he will use to mark his territory. Often his siblings can't be near him. You don't have that problem

Asmo is very needy to contact, hug him, give him kisses, caress his wings, his hair. He will be happy to let you.

And he will return the gesture, he will bite you too (always have your first aid kit handy). He will always try to be on top of you or for you to be on top of him.

Asmo's courtship consists of exsivating while performing a dance (like scorpions), this dance is complex and elaborate, and during it he releases a large amount of pheromones.

He gets very confused when you don't react to it, Asmo I'm sorry but I can't smell your pheromones, sometimes he even gets sad.

His senses are very developed, especially his sense of smell, which is more developed than any of his siblings. Make sure the flowers in his room are enchanted so that they don't emit odour and with perfumes and other fragranced products the same or he can get hurt.

Asmo's temperature will generally drop, but he will go through periods of very high fever (due to his sin) which will leave him tired.

During fever peaks he will become very active, and will devote most of his time to courting. To balance this out you will have to COURT him yourself, you'd better improve that dance.

Because of his temperature, he will spend most of his time hiding in the burrow, demanding your cuddles.

He purrs? , yes, in an adorable and soft way. It is easy to make him purr, with a simple praise.

Asmo: Kiss? *with Mc sitting on his lap*

Mc: Not yet Asmo.

Asmo: *with teary eyes* Don't you love me anymore?

Mc: *sighing* Asmo, my life, my heart, you just ate three nightshade roots.

Asmo: *almost crying* And?

Mc: I love you very much but I also want to live.

Asmo: My nose itches.

Mc: Wait a bit longer, I'm finishing enchanting the flowers.

Asmo: *sad * It would be less trouble to remove them…

Mc: But you like them, don't you?

Asmo: Mc..

Mc: *hugging him* I'm here to help you and to make you comfortable, if you like the flowers, the flowers stay.

Asmo: Love you so much!

Asmo: *dancing with a very high fever*

Mc: Asmo, you are so beautiful… you can rest now.

Asmo: *staring at them non-stop*

Mc: *blushing while standing up * You leave me no choice *starts dancing and grabs Asmo by the waist*

Asmo: ?! Are you courting me?! * excited*

Mc: *Grabbing him in their arms to take him to rest* Yup, it worked?.

Asmo: I'm all yours, Mc, from the beginning…

Beel

Light is not a problem for him, although he prefers darkness.

During his period, the exoskeleton hardens and plates of it appear all over his body, and his horns become iridescent.

In addition, its wings become ribbed in a pattern, which at first glance is very beautiful. The more complex the pattern, the more attractive it is. You always see his wings as beautiful, but you agree with him, Beel deserves it.

He does a lot of grooming, which is lovely to see, because Beel is a bit clumsy and needs constant help, he has been injured a few times and you don't want that to happen again.

There are some flies and other insects that lay their nests underground. In Beel's case he has a small gallery dug in the garden, which he uses for storage too.

Beel at the beginning of the cycle may be in the house, but as he progresses he will be in his gallery.

More than territorial, he becomes protective of you and his siblings (he once kidnapped Luke), so when he is in his gallery he feels bad, because his desire to protect them is crushed by his need to be hidden.

Beel has a very marked pre-heat, in which he accumulates large quantities of food in his small cave and his appetite doubles. All the inhabitants of the house join in at this time to cook.

In contrast, during his period of heat his activity is reduced and his appetite decreases, this does not mean that he does not eat, he eats more often but in much smaller quantities and from storage (food that does not spoil).

He will insist on feeding you constantly, prepare indigestion medicine, you will need it.

Beel becomes totally non-verbal, be prepared to become an interpreter, he communicates with grunts, clicks and buzzes his wings.

Lots of buzzing, it's not the first time you've been hit by his wings, with the different buzzes he makes all sorts of claims and they have a high communicative range, you'll just need some time to figure it out.

His pheromones are strong, and he will mark, although he does it unconsciously.

As I said, he likes to have his family around him, but when he can't, anxiety takes over, vibration and physical contact calms him down. The easiest thing to do is to lay him on your chest and talk to him while stroking his hair or wings.

Beel's courtship is complex, first he feels the need to prove he can be a good provider, so he will constantly enlarge and improve his gallery.

And then there is the display of his wings, patterning and rhythmic, synchronised movements and buzzes to impress you.

He sleeps more than usual, will want you to sleep in his arms, and usually does so perched on one of his walls, hopefully you won't develop vertigo….

His senses are not as sharp as those of his siblings, but he becomes much more agile and has much better reflexes.

Beel's temperature increases, due to the continuous movement of his wings (insects produce a lot of heat when flying), but when he is at rest he tends to cool down.

Beel's purr is a mixture of a buzz and a vibration, he will purr when he is calm and content.

Beel was a little worried about how you might react because many humans detest insects. Be sure to praise his wings and other attributes, because this demon is adorable.

Mc: So this is your lair?

Beel: Yes… I decided to keep it from period to period to not destroy the garden…

Mc: I think it's very practical!!! It must be very cool in summer.

Beel: Do you really think so?

Mc: Yes, and cosy too, you're an artist Beel.

Beel: *smiling as he blushes*

Beel: *grunts*

Mc: Beel I can't take anymore…

Beel: *holding out a piece of fruit to them* *buzz*

Mc: Really Beel, I'm going to explode…

Beel: !! *hugging them*

Mc: It's a figure of speech… but can you eat my share… please.

Mc: *sleeping hugging Beel in one of the corners of his gallery*

Beel: *caressing them with his cheek*

Mc: It's all right Beel?

Beel: *crackling with worry*

Mc: Don't worry... Lucifer is with them… and the others will take care of Lucifer for you.

Beel: …*cradling them adoringly*

Mc: And I'll take care of you, so rest…

If you have made it this far thanks you 🩷

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leviathans-watching · 1 year

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omg i love your work!! if posisble, can you do a part 2 to touching their wings and stuff with the dateables or maybe other characters? thank you and take care :D

touching their tails/horns/etc. pt 2

includes: diavolo, barbatos, simeon, mephisto, raphael x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .5k | rated t | m.list | pt 1

a/n: i took a lot of creative liberties with this one, either because their forms haven't been revealed or just because i wanted to so just assume most of this is not canon at all lol

please reblog and like <33

➳ diavolo laughs as you poke at the gilded ends of his wings, taking in the intricate design. “it’s real gold,” he says before you can ask, gesturing to the tips of his horns, “as are these. it’s a birth present to children of our family, laced with magic that let’s it grow and change along with is. it’s a symbol of our wealth, our status.” you reach up to touch his horns, and he leans into your touch, happy to let you explore as you wish. “sometimes i think they’re a bit much, and then i remember who i am,” he continues, and you chuckle, making him laugh again too.

➳ barbatos’ tail twitches as you run your hand along it, obviously surprised by the texture. “that feels good,” he says mildly, and you give him a grin, twisting the end of each forked part between your fingers gently. if it keeps you occupied he’s happy to let you play with his tail for as long as you want. only because of that, obviously. not because he can’t remember the last time, if ever, someone’s touched him like this. or because your touch is soothing something inside of him he hadn’t known needed soothed.

➳ mephisto bows his head for you, letting you feel over the nubs where his horns should have been. “they never grew in quite properly,” he explains, sighing as you scratch gently at his scalp around them, “which is why i don’t often reveal my demon form. it’s a bit embarrassing, isn’t it? of course, my parents offered to have false horns inset, and lord diavolo knows we had the money for it, but, well, that just sounded like a bother.” you press your fingers to hs head, eyes steady, and he’s glad to see you’re not thinking of him any differently.

➳ raphael unfurls his wings, and you catch your breath. he’s often been told that his wings are beautiful, richly colored like a peacock’s, and your reaction goes on to support that opinion. “you can touch, if you’d like,” he offers, and you don’t hesitate, burying your fingers in the downy feathers near where they connect to his back. his head falls back, and a quiet peace goes over the two of you as you stroke your way from base to wing tip, then back, soothing actions putting him on the verge of sleep.

➳ simeon wakes up to the feel of your touch on his wing, soft and hesitant. sometime during the night, he’d transformed into his angel form, wings splayed out and over the bed, almost covering the whole thing in their enormity. they certainly cover you, like a warm, live, down blanket. he twitches instinctively, and you pull your hands back. “no, no,” he says sleepily, “you can keep going. it feels good when you touch me.” he sees you smile and smiles too, even though he’s already being lured back into sleep by your soft strokes across the top of his wing, where the feathers are smooth and packed together.

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koolades-world · 9 months

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Powerful men

oh my god the fact that any of the brothers and datables could ruin the lives of anyone who wrongs you is so hot to me

the idea of the pure power and influence they hold used just used for little old me instead of something actually productive makes me weak in the knees

if you go down the list, each of them is terrifying in their own way and you have them wrapped around your finger

Lucifer is Diavolo’s right hand man and single handed manages so many things, including six of his brothers that are all very power demons

Mammon has influence over everything money

Levi is Hell’s Admiral

Satan was literally birthed from Lucifer’s rage and has connections in every part of the Devildom

Asmo is not only famous as the avatar of lust, but also online meaning he has a horde of crazy dedicated fans and man’s greater weakness at his disposal

Beel is a beefcake of a man and will eat anything without flinching, including almost you

Belphie rules the dreamworld and arguably had the least amount of restraint among his brothers

Diavolo is literally the next in like to be king and has an inconceivable amount of grim at the tips of his fingers

Barbatos can alter time, space, and any destiny at will with something as simple as a thought and hand movement

Solomon has 46(? don’t remember exactly how many) demons in a pact with him including Barbatos and Asmo and is a very powerful sorcerer

Simeon has the influence of an angel and the power of all that is heavenly on his side, as well as Lucifer

all it takes is for one of them to find out, then the fate of whoever wronged you has been sealed. I like to think it’s a collaborative effort

the demon that made fun of you in RAD mysteriously vanished, that thorn in your side at your part time job is suddenly much nicer, and that one rude hairstylist at your favorite salon is fired for some reason

it’s so insane how all of them are likely willing to go that far for a human that was chose at random for an exchange program that wasn’t meant to last more than a year

the writing potential is endless

#obey me #obey me!#obey me satan #obey me x reader #obey me asmo #obey me levi #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me barbatos #omswd #obey me shall we date #obey me mc

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temis-de-leon · 3 months

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Dateables realizing their feelings for reader

Characters: Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, and Simeon (x reader, separately)

Main Masterlist

Part 2 , Part 3 , Demon Brothers version

Romance Anon: Could I request headcanons for Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, and Simeon realising his feelings for gn reader?

A/N: I think the reason why this one took so long is that I already described part of their crush in Part 2 (originally Part 1), so this feels just like an "extra". I don't really like it and it feels very OOC and incomplete, but it's the best I could do <3

Diavolo

He has always been thankful for his ability to read emotions. It helps him distinguish between those who try to take advantage of his positive nature and other, more honest, people willing to open their minds to his ideas, even if they disagree.

This gift tends to leave him drowning in isolation as if he were observing a party he wasn’t invited through a window. Would he rather live amongst lies and blissful ignorance? Would he prefer not knowing when someone has intentions of hurting him?

Those are drastic thoughts, he knows, but they roam his mind nonetheless.

Diavolo is painfully aware of the main root of his recent ruminations; not a traitor amidst his court or a threat from far away, but, instead, something more heartbreaking: his new human friend.

The moment his daydreamings begin to include you more and more, the dread of realization stops his heart. He’s never fallen in love, let alone with a human. What is he supposed to do?

The possibility of letting you go so both could find a better fit crosses his mind, but his unwillingness to lose you doesn’t let him entertain the idea.

Would you fall for him as well? You, the one who treats him like a friend and not a loyal servant? The one who, after seeing the leathery wings behind his back and the ornate horns above his head, still pushes him to become what he could be? To reach what he yearns to achieve?

He’ll have you if you allow it, and he’ll wish for it if you don’t.

Barbatos

He'd like to have more time to evaluate how strong his feelings for you are, but, ironically, there's no such thing for him.

Your smile stays in his mind while he runs errands and the melody of your laugh follows him in silent moments. He writes your name instead of food while listing groceries and your voice stands out the most when everyone is reunited.

Attraction; the birth of affection.

He thinks (hopes?) those aren't stable enough to evolve into something more frightening, but how wrong he is.

In reality, Barbatos is as jealous as Mammon, but his resentment towards said demon doesn't appear until the brothers start to argue about you when you aren't around.

Is it true? Is Mammon "your first"?

Although composed as ever, there's no denying his change of heart. He feels frustrated, but not at you, and the sourness fills his mouth no matter what he eats.

When the misunderstanding is clarified, after another one of Mammon's fits and Satan's exasperation in retaliation, the sense of relief leaves him dizzy.

It is serious then, isn't it? Nothing he can escape unless wanting heartbreak.

Forcing and rushing your reciprocation is not something he feels comfortable with; what would be worth if it weren't natural?

He's willing to wait, being the patient demon he is, and while his longing grows with each passing day, enjoying the journey feels just as exciting.

Solomon

The human sorcerer falling for the other human exchange student?

It's a slow process and he doesn't notice the change until it's too late. One moment you're just acquaintances and the next he can't do anything without thinking about you.

He has a book you might like, why not go to Purgatory Hall for a quick visit?

Are you okay? Do you feel lonely? He knows the brothers can be a handful sometimes, so don't worry and talk to him whenever you need to.

He supposes it makes sense, but that doesn't make it less disheartening.

How cliche of him to develop feelings for the only person in the Devildom he will outlive.

The memories of past long-lost lovers haunt him as he ponders the idea of giving you a chance. He knows loving you would feel wonderful, but do you even like him back? Is the risk worth a chance?

Will it compensate for the pain that your eventual passing would bring?

As time passes and the potential of your powers arises, Solomon decides that he'd rather try and lose than not try at all.

Who knows? Maybe fate will trick you both and let him have you for the rest of eternity.

Simeon

From all the things Simeon thought he would learn while living in the Devildom, experiencing love was not one of them.

The feeling per se isn't foreign to him, he knows it in many forms, but what he finds in you doesn't resemble anything he's ever seen or felt before.

It fills his heart until it's bursting at the seams and, yet, he still wants more.

He daydreams a lot, captivated by your image to the point of losing awareness of his surroundings. He blushes and humms, doodling and making romantic interests for his stories according to everything he sees in you, both the good and the bad side.

Simeon has a positive mental attitude around his growing infatuation towards you, since, while the possibility of not being reciprocated is there, he knows your friendship goes beyond that.

Perhaps that is why you settled so easily in his heart: the roots of platonic love wouldn't go to rott if being rejected were the case.

This is new and exciting for him, an unknown path he's willing to explore regardless of the results.

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