Bite-Sized Tidbits:
A snapshot of what life might look like with the seven avatars of sin. Contains a lot of fluff, a little angst, and soft/safe vore with you and the seven Obey Me! brothers. I’ve been working on this on and off for quite a while now, so I hope you enjoy.
Word count: 2096. Written for Vore Day, 2023
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Pride
“I can give you your punishment now, or we can wait until later.”
The edges of the demon’s lips crept up into the beginnings of a smirk. All without breaking his gaze from the stack of documents which he straightened against his desk with a tap tap tap.
“However, I will be leaving for tea with Lord Diavolo as soon as my work is finished. So unless you’d like to spend the evening with Barbatos’ chiffon cake, I’d recommend making up your mind in a timely manner.”
Both of you knew very well that “punishment” wasn’t the right word. Lucifer’s infrequent office calls were less of a punishment and moreso a game, an unspoken routine in which you continuously tested the Avatar of Pride’s patience by indulging his younger brothers’ schemes.
It was a game that toyed with the balance of power, one where you pretended like he couldn’t just shrink you down whenever he wanted and that you couldn’t order him to stop with a single word. It was a game that indulged his pride, one that Lucifer would always win in the end.
It was only a matter of minutes before you were seated in his gloved palm. His ruby eyes lording over you with a gaze that anyone else would find annoyingly high-handed. But after playing his game for so long, to you the affection hiding behind them was obvious.
“Are you ready then, my Lamb?”
He was the morning star, eldest of the seven rulers of the underworld.
Yet despite all of this, Lucifer knew it was you who had him utterly wrapped around your little finger.
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Greed
Reclining his head against the arm of his couch, the Avatar of Greed kissed his fingertips in mock satisfaction at the burp that rolled up his throat. A barely audible complaint of “gross” only caused him to chuckle and pat his stomach triumphantly.
“Maybe ya shoulda thought about that before bein’ so damn filling.”
A sound like “Guh” escaped the demon’s mouth as a swift kick to his liver interrupted his musings.
“Oi! The Great Mammon’s gonna start chargin’ 10,000 Grimm for damages every time ya do that!” Ya oughta learn some basic respe-”
And there it was, the familiar flutter of tiny fingers rubbing circles into him from inside. Perhaps it was your way of saying sorry… though more likely you just wanted to shut him up. It was annoying how easily you could reduce him to a blushing mess without uttering a single word.
“Hey… ‘s not fair. You’re playin’ dirty…”
Mammon rolled onto his side in an uncharacteristically gentle motion. He couldn’t help sneaking an indulgent glance at the scene reflected in his mirror. There he was, splayed out amongst piles of his belongings with his shirt ridden up and his belly rounded in his lap. If any of his brothers saw him like this, he would never hear the end of their teasing. But luckily for Mammon, not even you could know the way his face became soft as he teased a finger around his navel too gently for you to feel.
“Why’d ya stop? C’mon, now… keep goin’.”
It didn’t matter how much Mammon gambled away or how many centuries it had been since he’d hit the jackpot at the casino. When he was with you, Mammon felt like the luckiest demon in the three realms.
But sometimes it was hard to put it into words. Which is exactly why he treasured moments like these, the moments where his greed got the better of him. The moments where he could steal you away to be his and his alone.
After all, it was much easier to express how madly in love with you he’d become when he didn’t have to meet you face to face.
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Envy
“You know, this is just like that one scene in ‘My Life as a Shut-In Reincarnated as a Worker in the Shopping Mall Dimension’ where Prince Alfonso goes to the food court kingdom and-”
Leviathan groaned, burying his face into his body pillow as if that could somehow hide him from the voice in his middle.
“You can’t use my own otaku tactics against me, it’s… *hic-* it’s not fair!!”
Your muffled laughter reverberated off the walls of his bathtub, accompanied by the occasional hiccup and the tip of a serpentine tail nervously thumping against porcelain.
He didn’t mean for his horns to sprout from his head when you tried to leave his room that night. He didn’t mean for a serpentine tail to wrap around your ankle, wordlessly begging you to stay. And he certainly didn’t mean for his stomach to loudly vocalize the thoughts that had been plaguing his mind the entire night. What was this, some sort of tropey romance manga?
But here he was, face as red as a bouquet of queen of jealousy and stuffed to the (decidedly metaphorical) gills in his own bathtub. The Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy, reduced to a blushing, hiccuping mess. And he had nobody but himself to blame.
But really, how could he have resisted? Especially with the visions of what could have happened instead playing through his head on repeat. Asmo whisking you away to some club filled with normies who could actually hold a real conversation, Mammon snatching you up for an unauthorized night drive in his Demonio 666 Lexura, Beel getting a little too peckish and… he couldn’t bear to think about it.
Leviathan knew wanting to be your one and only was unreasonable. He knew that he was a terrible, horrible friend for thinking these thoughts and becoming so troubled at the prospect of anyone else showing you affection. That no one would ever want to be with a miserable, pathetic joke of a shut-in that wasn’t worth the scum in Henry’s tank-
But as soon as they had come, the negative thoughts washed away like a speck in the ocean as you snuggled closer to his hand, a muffled voice reassuring him that there was no place you’d rather be tonight.
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Wrath
“With a flourish the detective tipped his hat to the dame, as he disappeared into the evening fog like the curls of smoke which danced from his pipe…”
The demon’s inner monologue was cut short as a violent squirming sensation roused him from his novel. Your ears detected the unmistakable sound of a huff and a book closing, muffled by layers of flesh and fabric.
“Restless as ever, I see…”
Normally, Satan would be more than offended to have his attention ripped from the pages of a good book. But this time the annoyance that swelled in his chest turned not into rage, but affection as the fire settled in his stomach and melted away… You tended to have that effect on him.
The blonde sighed fondly, gazing down at the bump in his sweater.
“…Would you like me to read aloud to you? Perhaps that will help you settle some.”
Pulling the covers up a bit higher around his navel, he tucked them in snugly around his sides. A rare smile crossed Satan’s face as he admired his handiwork. The man reached over to his nightstand, finding there exactly what he was looking for in the dim light. A paperback atop the haphazard piles of hardcovers strewn about, placed there with care as not to crease the art on the cover he knew you loved so much.
With both of you tucked in for the night, it was easier than ever to melt into the gentle rumble of his voice.
“Our story begins in a world of monsters…”
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Lust:
Asmodeus knows that true beauty comes from within. How could it not, when the skin of the human that emerges from his lips always feels so much softer and smoother than before? He makes sure to bring it to your attention every time, doting over how the glow of his inner beauty rubs off on you so easily. Despite everything, he thinks you look so gorgeous lying in his palm. Layers of mucus, tired bags under your eyes, and all.
But sometimes it’s hard to feel beautiful inside or out with wings dyed black and pointed horns replacing the light of your halo.
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A delicate, painted fingertip wipes a stray bead of drool from your face. The other hand is busy at your head, gently combing the tangles from your still-damp hair with the tiniest heart-shaped hairbrush. Asmodeus had been ecstatic the day it arrived, practically bowling over Levi before snatching the Akuzon package from his arms with a squeal.
It was a ritual at this point, the way he pampered you after letting you out. Swaddling you in a soft, lilac-scented hand towel warmed by the gentle breeze of his hairdryer, wiping you clean as he hummed a familiar tune.
“Baby, you want my love
No matter who you are
I want you to show me
I fell in love with someone
Besides myself for the first time”
He didn’t need to be the “Jewel of the Heavens” with you as his jewel, a precious pearl to tuck away beside his heart where all the things he loves live.
And he had so, so much love to give.
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Gluttony
Beelzebub was on the verge of snapping when you came to him.
He was breathing heavily when you found his monstrous, horned silhouette hunched over the empty refrigerator. Frightened eyes were glazed over with a hunger that threatened to swallow you up with their very gaze. His mouth opened in a silent plea, perhaps an apology, but it was drowned out by the roar of his stomach.
Sometimes it felt as if no amount of food could put out the fire that raged within him. The burning sensation could only be briefly dulled by each cooling mouthful that slid down his throat. But then it was gone, claimed by the emptiness inside him that demanded “more.”
But you… you were different.
Simply being around you made him feel full, and for that he was ever grateful. But sometimes he needed more than a feeling. He needed to be sure you were there, to know that you were alive. To feel the weight of that missing piece that left him the day that he fell.
But despite what he needed, he still required your explicit permission to take it.
“…Can I?”
“You may.”
With your words, Beelzebub gave himself over to his gluttony. It was primal, animalistic… but one thing was for certain.
No demon in hell could devour you as lovingly as he did that night.
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Sloth
Beneath the attic room comforter, an incoherent mumble could be heard from a demon-sized lump in the sheets.
Belphegor rolled onto his stomach as he nestled deeper into his nest of blankets. It didn’t take long at all for a lazy smile to crawl across the Avatar of Sloth’s face. Even though you were undoubtedly squashed in this position, he could still feel your tiny hands working their magic just like he had asked.
Oh, how you spoiled him rotten.
It was hard not to with the way Belphegor expressed his desires so plainly. To borrow your jacket to use as a pillow, to keep quiet to Lucifer about skipping classes, to stroke his hair while he lay on your lap. The others weren’t too thrilled with your coddling, but Belphie couldn’t care less.
After all, they had gotten so much more time with you than he had. They got to know you, to love you, to taste you… all before you even knew his name.
Belphegor was the Avatar of Sloth, not envy. But there was once a time when the unmistakable tingling warmth of his twin indulging in you left the bitter aftertaste of jealousy on his tongue. It was a strange feeling, his brother’s affection for a human. One that, until recently, he couldn’t quite understand. And at the time, he had no desire to.
Nowadays the sensation was far from unwelcome. But ever since that night at the castle when he gifted you his pact, Belphegor had found that he much preferred having you all to himself in person. All to himself…
A small yawn escaped the youngest’s mouth as mind wandered to his twin. Could he feel it too, he wondered? The phantom weight of your touch?
…Perhaps he’d ask Beel about it later. But for now, he had an extremely important nap to get to.
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Neither of you were conscious enough to know it, but that night as Beelzebub carried his brother down to his own bed and tucked him in, he whispered not one, but two good-nights.
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Spotify prompt! Knuckles and tails, an 19 :)
Oh hoho! You managed to land FightSong by EVE (<- YouTube link), a song that by all rights shoulda been #2 (<- I refuse to pay Spotify money).
Hmm…. It’s been a while since I’ve done anything with Super Sonic Speed, but I always did intend to write follow-ups…
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The city is unbelievably loud. They’re in what Sonic had called a shopping district, and it’s apparently very popular. Knuckles would kind of like to go home, a lot, actually, but Tails is flirting from one shop to another and he doesn’t have it in him to shut the kid down. Sonic is somewhere on the periphery of their little group— he and Tails had bonded, thick as thieves, and Knuckles— well, he tolerated the guy.
Tails gasps like he’s seeing the sun rise for the first time, excited enough that he’s lifting off the ground. Knuckles ambles over, grabs him by the ankle, and pulls him back down. He’s looking at some sort of… thing. Knuckles can’t make heads or tails of it, but it’s definitely saying something to Tails.
Hmm. He is, at least, familiar with the idea of shops. Chao liked to set them up, sometimes, selling fruit or handmade crafts for rings, but Knuckles has no idea if their idea of currency and everyone else’s aligns. Would the shopkeep accept a fruit? Most chao did. It isn’t like rings are a problem, so…
Knuckles turns, seeking out Sonic in the crowd. There he is— stiff as anything, glancing frantically back and forth between Knuckles and some other hedgehog, a pink one. One of his friends, maybe? They look irritated, maybe not. Knuckles steps away from Tails, invites himself into their conversation.
“and you just RAN OFF—“ the hedgehog is shouting. Sonic cracks his mouth open, a faint wheeze escaping.
“Hey,” Knuckles says.
“—do you have ANY IDEA how WORRIED I was—“
This looks like a battle Sonic is better off fighting on his own. Still, Knuckles needs his question answered. “Hey,” he repeats, slightly louder.
“—I mean, I knew you were alright because my cards said so, but—“
“Hey Knuckles,” Sonic manages to crack out, “this is Amy.”
Amy tilts her head at him, and then gives him a sharp, discerning once-over. “Are you one of his other friends?” She asks.
“Yeah, sure,” Knuckles says, and then “do rings work as currency down here?”
She blinks at him, as if this is a weird thing to ask. “Yes?” She says.
“Okay,” Knuckles says, nodding, “try not to scare him too bad.”
Any lingering confusion evaporates, and she whirls around to find Sonic trying to sneak away. “AGAIN!” she shouts, full of conviction, and Knuckles makes his way back to where he left Tails. He isn’t pressed up against the glass anymore, so Knuckles steps into the store. Yeah, there he is. Hovering— literally— over the same display.
Knuckles takes a moment to properly observe, rooting around for the terms Tails would use, in an attempt to ensure he gets the right thing. There’s a looping track, and a few other gadgets on the sides. A switch, one of them looks like, and some barricade, and a few blinking lights. On the track itself is a… sideways cylinder, set on wheels, connected to a few boxes, puffing out smoke— or steam, maybe. Tails is absorbed enough in watching it chug along that he doesn’t even realize Knuckles is standing right next to him. Knuckles’ll just have to make sure he comes up for air, occasionally.
He casts about the rest of the store, vaguely lost. There are a lot of displays, and a lot of colourful boxes. Knuckles picks up one, flips it over, and realizes swiftly he is out of his depth. He brings the box over to Tails, handing it to him. Tails holds onto it for a full few seconds, watching with bated breath as the cylinder switches tracks, before he looks down. His fur all along his spine puffs up, and he turns to look at Knuckles so fast he has to wonder if Sonic hasn’t started to rub off on him in more ways than one. That’s the right box, for sure.
“Really?” Tails asks, voice breathy with excitement, and Knuckles ruffles his fur instinctually.
“‘Course.”
Maybe the shopping district isn’t that bad.
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"my tears ricochet" -taylor swift is just an angsty convo between virgil and janus.
as proof i present some lyrical analysis
We gather here, we line up
Weepin' in a sunlit room, and
If I'm on fire, you'll be made of ashes too
Even on my worst day, did I deserve, babe
All the hell you gave me?
'Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you
'Til my dying day
This is the opening to the conversation, a reference to the hatred that has grown between the two of them. Personally I believe that Virgil used to have some resemblance of a positive relationship with Janus before he was accepted. Whether his acceptance was the beginning of the turning point or the straw the camel's back is up to interpretation.
I didn't have it in myself to go with grace
And you're the hero flying around, saving face
For Janus I interpret him not going "with grace" as him not just letting Virgil leave. Shortly after Virgil is accepted Janus introduces himself to Thomas, thus introducing the topic of "dark sides". This as well as the moment in the court room where Janus publicly alludes to Virgil's past his him "not going with grace".
I think he would see Virgil trying to distance himself from the dark sides, "saving face" as it were. If not to Thomas than at least to the light sides.
And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake?
Cursing my name, wishing I stayed
Look at how my tears ricochet
When Janus reveals himself in Selfishness vs Selflessness, Virgil quickly joins the video. One could see this moment as Virgil still being in spaces Janus is in, despite Janus being "dead to him".
We gather stones, never knowing what they'll mean
Some to throw, some to make a diamond ring
The mention of a wedding is interesting in the context in two ways. The most simple being that they've argued over whether Thomas should go to a wedding and whether or not they are important. The second would have to do with your own personal thoughts on how past anxciet was.
You know I didn't want to have to haunt you
But what a ghostly scene
You wear the same jewels that I gave you
As you bury me
This goes back to Janus not being able to let Virgil leave peacefully. He doesn't necessarily want to "haunt" Virgil, but what is he to do?
I didn't have it in myself to go with grace
'Cause when I'd fight, you used to tell me I was brave
It's a much more literal idea with a line about Virgil "leaving" than Janus. He not only left the dark sides, but he warns Thomas about them. He tells Thomas to not let them stay around. To me that's pretty graceless.
The second line here would again be a reference to a time their relationship was better. Maybe when they were younger. I imagine Janus consoling Virgil during a time where he was scared, encouraging him to keep going. Virgil is now using that advice against Janus.
And if I'm dead to you, why are you at the wake?
Cursing my name, wishing I stayed
Look at how my tears ricochet
This would just be the inverse to the previous chorus. If Virgil is nothing to Janus now, why does he feel the need to pop up in videos now? Why does he need to dangle the truth about Virgil in front of Thomas' nose?
And I can go anywhere I want
Anywhere I want, just not home
Now, I would say Virgil probably sees the light sides as home, but for the sake of this analysis let's say he's referring to the dark sides. He would be flaunting to Janus that Thomas accepts him, though he knows he's lost what he previously had.
On the other hand, he could be saying that though the light sides are his home, he can still never fully feel like apart of the group due to his history.
And you can aim for my heart, go for blood
But you would still miss me in your bones
Janus can continue to badger Virgil, but at the end of the day Virgil's not going to return to the dark sides.
And I still talk to you (when I'm screaming at the sky)
And when you can't sleep at night (you hear my stolen lullabies)
I don't have much to say here other than imagine the two of them up at night thinking about the other.
I didn't have it in myself to go with grace
And so the battleships will sink beneath the waves
You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same
For this I think about every time Virgil uses the term "other sides" rather than dark sides. Despite not wanting to be with them anymore and wanting Thomas to be wary of them, he won't demote them to "dark sides". Now one could see this simply as him trying to condition Thomas in order to be in a better place for when Thomas knows his past, but I believe he also still has some sympathy for them. It probably hurts him just a bit to demote them, even if that is secondary to his anger.
Cursing my name, wishing I stayed
You turned into your worst fears
The previous hostility to Anxiety didn't just start when the series started, and from the Moving On episode we know this has been going on since at least their teenage years. The resentment and fear that Virgil probably had towards the light sides during those years was probably well known to Janus. In this line he's commenting on how Virgil is now what he previously resented and fought.
And you're tossing out blame, drunk on this pain
Crossing out the good years
Virgil actively hates Janus openly. In the court room episode we see this clearly when Janus is first allowed to stay. One could see this as "tossing out blame". I feel as though he would relate to the light sides about how terrible Deceit is at first maybe to gain more acceptance with them and later more truthfully as their relationship collapsed.
Now, Virgil has been seen to give importance to his past as it's built who he is. However, I don't think he sits around reminiscing about his time with the dark sides (at least not openly). Janus probably sees Virgil's entire movement away from and hatred for the dark sides as him forgetting the good years.
And you're cursing my name, wishing I stayed
Look at how my tears ricochet
so there you have a lovely convo between these angsty boys.
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