#now i NEED to meet leviathan and belphegor soon

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okay i need someone to talk to about s2 ep7 of helluva boss. someone talk to me about it. i need therapy. therapy about being a fizz kinnie this whole time and i just never knew? about how i almost vomited of joy from fizz and ozzie just bein themselves? how mammon had an aussie accent and there wasn't one dumb fuckin demeaning joke about that? how he's legit an actual fucking genuinely hateable villain?? how ozzie defended fizz (physically and emotionally) in that last fucking scene? how it portrayed the complexities of a deeply financially and psychologically abusive relationship from both an outside and the victim's perspective? how it portrayed anxiety and mental health in general? how fizzarolli?? how fizzarolli just existed?? how fizz and ozzie are so cute and the best? HOW THEY FINALLY FUCKING KISSED UMM ?}???/??? FIZZAROLLI??????? ALL THE CLOWNS???? THE SOUNDTRACK?????????????? IM A CLOOOOWN BITCH

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Silent Treatment

SUMMARY: How would they react to you giving them the Silent Treatment?

CHARACTERS: Demon Brothers (Lucifer; Mammon; Leviathan; Satan; Asmodeus; Beelzebub & Belphegor)

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader 

WORD COUNT: An average of 540 words per character.

COMMENTS: I remember I had this idea after reading that Mammon had stolen and sold something from MC. MC used STAY on him, but if he did that to me I would be so upset that I would want him to suffer more than that. And I thought about the silent treatment, which would certainly be his worst nightmare. And that's why I thought of making this post. Beel's part is the shortest, but you'll see why.

I hope you enjoy 🤫

CONTEXT: This takes place in the Original timeline and not Nightbringer. So, to make matters worse for them/him, you live with them in the House of Lamentation.

Your argument was probably about Lucifer working too much and you wanting to give him a break. But his stress mixed with pride made him deny this offer in a rather mean and perhaps even disrespectful way.

Does he not want you to bother him? Very well then. What if you never bother him again?

At home, you ignore him. He tries to talk to you, but seeing how stubborn you are he ends up giving up. But this is already bothering him a lot.

At school, if necessary, you will talk to him about importante matters related to RAD as if he were any other student at school. And that's it. Anything else outside of that, you will continue to ignore it.

And that just makes everything worse for him. To have YOU of all people talk to him like he was just any student?! Not only does this hurt his pride, but this small sample of conversation with you makes him miss you more and more. But he will continue to hide it.

The last straw will be at home, when he asks you something directly and you ask one of his brothers to answer for you. Bonus if it's someone from the Anti-Lucifer League. But he must have lasted two or three days without talking to you.

He will lure you to his office, where it all started. Maybe he'll tell you to go get some important papers. You won't see him inside, but as soon as you're close to the desk you'll hear the door closing and locking. And that's when you see him calmly walking down the office stairs to meet you.

“So you decided to give me the silent treatment.” Lucifer says as he walks down the stairs.

“Didn't you want me to leave you alone?” You say, still not looking at him.

“I never said that and you are perfectly aware of that.” He finishes down the stairs and walks over to you. “I just didn't want to rest because I needed to finish that.” You don't answer him again. He already knows what you think about that. Your back is to him and he stops right behind you. “*Sigh* I'm sorry. I know you only want me well. I was just... I shouldn't have talked to you like that. I promise that next time I will consider the break.”

His voice is sad, so you know he was being sincere. But you wanted to see how much he missed you, so you remained silent and with your back turned to him. And he knows you. He knows what you want. He sighs again, more deeply, as if you're making him admit something that hurts his pride.

“Please... I miss you...” You haven't turned around yet. That wasn't enough and it bothers him. You had his desk in front of you.

He rests his hand on the table, leaning on it, and leans in to bring his face closer to yours. “Now you're just teasing me, aren't you?” He was now with that smug on his face. And he sees you give a little smile, which was the sign he understood to move forward. He holds your chin and makes you face him. “You missed me too, didn't you?” he whispers near your lips “You little tease.” And he kisses you passionately and provocatively.

Mammon probably sold something of yours. Or maybe another things of yours. Of course, you hate it when he does that. So you decide to give him the silent treatment, because you know, you know perfectly well that he won't handle it. There is nothing else you can be so sure about as this.

The moment he realizes what you are doing, he collapses. The day wasn't even over yet. In fact, you were on break from classes.

He even gets kicked out of class for constantly trying to talk to you.

You know how much he hates being ignored and being ignored by you breaks his heart into pieces.

He wants to resolve this as quickly as possible, but not in front of his brothers. He waits for you to be alone in your room.

You hear a knock on your door and you ask who it is.

“It's me, the Great Mammon. I got your stuff back. All of them. Open the door and see.”

You decide to open the door, even if it was just out of curiosity and you see Mammon holding so many things that you can barely see his face. You can see your stuff that he sold and some gifts like a teddy bear, chocolates, clothes, accessories, your favourite nerd/geek/otako related stuff, etc... You let him in and put all that on top of your bed.

“I got it all back! But, um, you don't mind if some of them are new right? I also bought you more things. These are your favourite chocolates, right? And you really wanted this plush, didn't you?”

You remain silent, looking at him with your arms crossed. This already happened once and he sold your things again.

“I won't sell your stuff again, I promise. You can hit me with your stay if I ever do it again.”

You turn your back on him and go do something, like homework for example. You went back to ignoring him because he used that excuse before.

“Please hang me upside down like Lucifer, use your stay on me at full power, but please stop ignoring me.” he sounds desperate.

You sit at the table you have in the room behind the bed. Continuing to ignore him. The next scene you see is him kneeling next to you, his head at the same level as your thighs, and looking at you like a puppy with tears starting to come out of his eyes.

“Please. I never thought this was so bad. I can't stand not having you anymore. I miss your voice. I miss your laugh. Damn it, I miss you yelling at me.” He places his chin on your thigh, looking at you. “Please, talk to me again~”

You can't take so much cuteness anymore. “Don't sell my stuff again! You hear me, you idiot?!”

His face lights up. "Am I forgiven?"

“Yes, for now you are.”

He gets up and hugs you, showering you with kisses. He won't leave you alone for the rest of the day.

Levi would hardly do anything that deserved the silent treatment. He practically idolizes you, he would never do anything to hurt you. So, something like this would definitely have been an accident.

He had arranged a date with you. But then an Ruri-chan's event came up and he ended up going to it instead of going to you. He got the dates wrong and thought the date with you was the next day.

And he only realized this mistake when the next day he sent you a message asking where you were and if you had forgotten about the date, and you replied that he was the one who forgot that the date had been the day before.

After that, you are bombarded with messages apologizing and saying how much of a complete idiot he is and doesn't deserve you. You don't respond anymore, which leaves him in a dilemma to decide whether to go to you or never see you again because you don't deserve to hear the excuses of someone as pathetic as him.

But he has to do it! He has to apologize to you in person! Even if it means you telling him to his face that you never want to see him again. He would deserve it anyway.

You hear a knock on your bedroom door. The moment you open the door, Levi kneels down and places his forehead on the floor.

“I am so sorry! I'm an embarrassment of a partner. I don't even deserve your forgiveness. But I needed to show you my regret.”

Maybe you were already feeling a little bad for him, but you were also curious to know how far your silence could take him. You turned away from the door, gesturing for him to enter your room.

He enters with mixed feelings, on the one hand he was afraid of what you could do if you wanted to punish him. On the other hand... wasn't he kinda into those things?

But no, you just sit on the bed and use your cell phone to send a message to Levi, asking why he missed the date the day before. You still needed to talk to him, but not yet with your voice that he loves so much. When he happily tells you that it was because of Ruri-chan's event, you look even more upset.

“N-N-N-N-NO WAIT! I'm so sorry! Exchanging you for anyone else, even Ruri-chan is unforgivable! I should have warned you. I wanted to tell you, but it was all so short notice.”

You still didn't say anything and even crossed your arms with a sulky expression. He kneels at your feet and gets so close to your legs that he could even hug them.

“I know that what I did was a complete betrayal, and a wretch like me doesn't deserve another opportunity, but please, just let me hear your voice one last time, even if it's to say that you hate me.”

And you finally break. You know he didn't do it out of spite and you've already punished him enough. You know you're practically torturing him at this point.

Regardless of how you say or show that you forgive him, he will praise you, maybe even cry and if you let him hug you, he will cling to you desperately.

Satan was probably on a bad day. A really bad day. That kind of day where anything irritates him, even you trying to calm him down. And he ended up saying what he would regret the moment you left his side: He told you to shut up.

And that's what you did, but for longer than he was expecting. He realized you were giving him the silent treatment when he came up to you to ask if the two of you could talk alone, so he could apologize to you, and you acted like he wasn't there. He was upset at first, but soon after he realized that that was exactly what led to this situation.

He won't try to talk to you in public again. He's prideful too. He'll wait until you two get home, and you are alone in your room.

You hear a knock on your bedroom door. When you open it, you see Satan with a big bouquet of flowers in his hands. Either they're your favourite flowers, or your favourite colour or anything he knows you would like.

“Would you allow me to speak to you, please?” He wasn't angry, he was sorry and you could see it in his eyes.

You don't answer, but you let him into your room. If you pick up the flowers, he'll be a little more relieved. But if not, he'll put them on the table and get a little more worried.

“I'm so sorry. I should never talk to you like that. I regretted my words the moment you walked out the door. I realize what you are doing, you are doing what I asked you to do, and it tears me apart. I'm not mad at what you're doing to me, I deserve it and worse.” He kneels in front of you and bows his head. “But please tell me what I have to do for you to forgive me. Because no words can mend the ones I used.”

If those words weren't enough for you and you're feeling like he deserves to "suffer" a little more for the way he treated you, you send him a message (he still doesn't deserve to hear your voice) saying that if he's really sorry about that, he could be your cat butler for a day.

He lifts his head and looks at you, blushing slightly. “With a condition: It will be for your eyes and your eyes alone! No making me go to the kitchen or something while any of my brothers is there!”

And if you agree, he will do it. Any request he will fulfill. If you tell him to end his sentences with "Nya" he will do it, partially embarrassed but partially enjoying it.

And at the end of the day, when you finally let him hear your voice again saying that you forgive him, but that you hope it doesn't happen again, he smiles, kiss your hands like a gentleman and asks permission to hug and kiss you again, after so long.

There's a good chance you decided to do this because you started seeing Asmo with more and more succubuses and incubuses.

Well, if he likes being with them so much instead of you, let's see what happens if you prefer to talk to the other brothers instead of him.

He starts the day with no idea what you've decided to do, so he compliments everyone, especially you. And the moment you don't greet him back he knows something is very wrong.

He cannot, nor does he want to, hide how devastated he already is. Of all the demon brothers he is the one who loves attention the most and not getting it from YOU is the worst thing that could happen to him.

In return, you will have ALL his attention. He won't leave you for a second. He needs to know what happened, even if he has to make a dramatic spectacle at your feet.

He will speak to you in the sweetest of voices, calling you all the affectionate names he knows of, even if he has to do so in other languages. Hon, honey, love, darling, Mon cher, mon amour, mi amor, amore mio...

If you just want to talk to him at the House of Lamentation, you'll have to ask the other brothers to basically be your bodyguards. Which will only make the situation worse for Asmo. And more fun for his brothers.

When you get home you tell one of the brothers to tell Asmo that when you are available to talk to him you will send him a message.

You were alone in your room when you sent the message to Asmo saying that you could "talk" in your room. Not a second had passed when he knocked on your door, almost as if he had been waiting in the hallway that entire time.

He’ll walk in like a happy puppy whose owner has finally opened the door for him. He will try to hug you, but you can't give in. You stray, cross your arms and looks in any direction other than at him.

“Why are you being so mean to me?” he asks in that cute, sad voice. “What could someone as cute as me have done to deserve this?”

To continue guarding your voice until he deserves to hear it, you write and send him a message. In it you talk about the succubuses and incubuses with whom he took a ton of photos and posted a bunch of stories, and it started to be much more than normal.

“Aww, my little sheep is jealous, that's so cute!” You turn your back to him. “HA! NO! Wait! I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry! I thought you knew that you are the one I love the most in all three worlds. I love you almost as much as I love myself. I couldn't say no to my fans. Oh, I know! What if we spend a whole day together? What if we went on a special date? I can prepare everything! I'll reserve a table at your favorite restaurant. I can even buy you new clothes if you want.” You turned back to him, but still didn't say anything. “Pwease, talk to me again~ I'm sowwy~”

If you accept his apology and tell him so with your voice, he will hug you and kiss you al over your face. “Ahhh! I missed you so much~!”

Honestly, I can't imagine a single scenario where Beel would do something that would deserve the silent treatment. He's the type to apologize even if it's not his fault. Even if he ate something of yours, he would apologize in the next second.

So, most likely, you and Belphie were just curious to know how Beel would react. And this would probably happen after you had done this to everyone else but him and his brothers wanted to know how he would react.

At breakfast he greets everyone, but you're the only one who doesn't greet him back. And you already feel horrible because you can feel his sad gaze on you.

"(Y/N)? Is everything okay?" he asks in an already apologetic voice. You still don't answer him, and that hurts so much, poor thing.

The other brothers tell Beel to start eating otherwise everyone will be late. But he says he doesn't want to. And everyone looks at him in amazement, except you. He is looking at you and only you, no one else matters, not even the food.

“Are you angry with me? I'm sorry. I'm not sure what I did this time, but I'm sorry. Did I eat something that was yours?” You still don't respond but you're almost at your breaking point. “(Y/N)?” He says your name in the cutest regretful voice that only he could do and you break down.

You turn to him and hug him, apologizing. You explain that he didn't do anything and explain that everything is fine. If you offer him the rest of your breakfast he will be very happy.

But he will be much closer to you for the rest of the day. It hurt him a lot and he just wants to make sure that everything was really okay. He will really like it if you two cuddle a little when your back home.

What could he do to make you mad at him? *cough* Lesson 16 *cough*. Anyway. There's a good chance he's been a little more selfish lately. Always wanting your free time to be spent with him, and try to convince you to fall into the temptation of laziness and exchange your responsibilities for him.

He needed to learn a lesson. He needed to value you more and realize that you are not a guarantee. Let's see what happens if he no longer has you.

He realizes something is wrong when you don't respond to him.

He tries to convince you to talk to him by being cute. That younger brother cuteness that he always uses against his brothers.

When he realizes that this isn't going to work, he isn't exactly going to give up. He will stop trying to convince you with words, yes. But he won't leave your side. He will be almost like a ghost behind you. At least until you all get home.

You'll have to lose him or convince his brothers to help you if you don't want him to follow you to your room the moment you get to the House of Lamentation.

If you manage to do this, you will be bombarded with messages until you finally respond saying he can come talk to you in your room.

He knocks on your bedroom door like he normally does. As soon as you let him in and close the door he will get extremely close to you, but he won't hug you no matter how much he wants to. He knows that could make the situation worse.

“So, what happened?” he asks close to your ear and in his calm voice. “Why are you upset with me?”

You poke your head in a gesture.

“Do you want me to think? To guess? *Sigh* Fine...” he says pouting sadly. “Um... I know you get upset because I make you late with your work. Sorry. I promise I'll stop being so pushy about that. But, you know I want to be with you.”

That was a good start, but it still wasn't enough for you. You had your back turned to him without speaking.

“You know, it really hurts to see you mad at me like this. I miss you.” and then it hits him. “Oh... that’s it, I miss you. I don’t think anyone likes to be seen as a guarantee, right? I'm sorry, for being so selfish with you. You always try to make me happy by giving in to my whims, I should do the same for you more often... I mean, I will do the same for you more often. I promise.” You turn to him, but still don't say anything. “um... What if... tomorrow, I have to give in to whatever whims you have? But go easy on me, okay?”

You accept the deal, and tell him so. He laughs, saying that he already missed hearing your voice so much. And if you let him, he'll hug you.

“We still have a lot of time until dinner, and I miss your cuddles. You're not going to say you didn't miss me too, right? Come on, just a few minutes. I promise I'll spoil you more than you spoil me, he he.”

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Title: oh hey a mate(s)

Chapter: one

Fandom: obey me

Pairing: demon brother's x male reader

Warnings: suggestive themes, readers got truama, internalized gender hatred, anxiety, panic attacks, mentions of being a breeding tool, self hate, reader doesn't really understand sex, sexual themes, omegaverse, male reader, mentions of mpreg

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"HE STOLE THEM FROM ME!" (sisters name) Screeched out in a rage as she threw things around "they were supposed to be MY mates! And he stole them! That whore stole them!" She was hyperventilating at this point as her body shook, feeling robbed of her alphas.

Of her life, the thing she wanted more than anything.

"I know sweety but maybe we can set you up wit--"" I don't want someone else! I want the princes!"

And she was going to get them.

She swore it.

'fuck you (name)'

Holy shit this place was big.

God he felt under dressed, especially beside these alphas who were dressed so fancy and perfect.

The floors were marble and two grand staircases winded on each side and paintings that had to be centuries old hung on the walls "we will have one commissioned for you soon enough... Maybe one with us all" Belphegor yawned as he wandered the halls "for now, let's get you settled in" he said and looked to a nervous looking Leviathan who nodded.

(Name) Was nervous as he walked beside the demon who seemed to want to be anywhere but here "I-im sorry if I wasn't who you were expecting... I'll try and not step on your toes" (name) whispered, anxiously fiddling with his fingers and looked down "i-i dont-- fuck... I'm really nervous and anxious and just I don't really talk to omegas often so I'm just--" the demon seemed panicked and (name) felt relief flood through his veins as he pumped out calming pharamones for the Alpha "hey... I get it, if it's any consolation... I'm not great with people either-- hell I think this is the first time I ever left my families property!" He laughed a bit but Leviathan was shocked at his words "you never been into the capital or even your home town?" He asked genuinely and (name) shook his head "nah, my parents didn't trust me going out there-- you know how troublesome an Omega can be"

What the fuck? That's all Leviathan could think as he looked at the Omega worried "I- you're not troublesome?" He whispered and (name) just smiled "I try not to be" (name) giggled a bit as they continued to (name)s apartment, the Omega expecting a quaint bedroom but...

"I think we went to the wrong room.... This is awfully big" (name) said softly to the envy demon who looked confused "you like your apartment?" Asmodeus popped out from nowhere and pulled (name) close with a flirty grin "we had the butlers being your things in, don't worry we didn't let them unpack... Pharamones and all that ~" he pulled (name) into the apartment and (name) felt overwhelmed by all this "there's a nesting room there~ if you need help don't hesitate to ask"

"A-are you sure?"

"Sure of what?"

"That this is for me?"

"You are to be our mate, I personally wanted you with me but Luci wanted you to have your own space... Something about acclimating" his words teasing and (name) chuckled but cut short when his stomach growled and the two demons looked curious "oh yeah! Humans need to eat for survival!"

(Name) Felt embarrassed as he silently cursed his stomach for exposing him like this as the demons looked at one another in a silent conversation.

They were definitely having a sibling meeting later.

(Name) Dissociated during the rest of the evening, eventually ending back in the rooms he was given, the size of his old house if not a bit bigger...

Everything was pristine as he took out his belongings, his prized possessions and small hobbies to occupy him.

A few heirlooms and books and his childhood stuffed toy 'this will go in my nest' he thought as he looked at the nesting room doors, two ornate doors in a rose gold shade, the apartment all light colors unlike the rest of the palace.

It was a strange contrast, almost like they didn't know what to expect so they just made what they thought humans liked. It was funny really, demons trying to understand what humans wanted or needed as he was doing the same, wondering what these demons wanted or liked.

Getting up he went to the nesting room and was overwhelmed by the nesting supplies he was given, piles and piles of blankets and pillows and soft things, his purring could probably be heard from outside the apartment as he snuggled into them, a sense of safety he wasn't quite used to washing over him.

He was excited to make a large nest, spending half the night making it perfect for him to rest in and just not think about the fact he was to be mated on his next heat to seven strangers that were also fucking royalty! Well there goes not thinking about it because here he was!

Also his sister! Holy shit she was mad! And like at his wedding she will be there! Fuuck!

(Name) Was just sitting there head in hands as he processed the fact that within 24 hours he was now engaged and now in the public eye!

(Name) Curled up closer into his blankets and let out a shutter of a sigh, he wondered if he would be able to do the things he enjoyed before... Would he be allowed to garden? Would he have to dress more Omegan? Or would he be able to wear clothes that were comfortable?!

He needed to walk, movement to process this.

Getting up he walked out of his apartment and into the hall, dark and grand, ceilings at least 15 feet tall and paintings lined, some he recognized as the siblings and some unfamiliar as he walked around curiously.

Somehow he made it to the kitchen "I hope they don't mind..." (Name) Whispered as he sliced an apple, careful and gentle as his stomach growled a bit.

"Can I have some?" A voice startled him out of his thoughts causing him to slice his finger "shit!" The voice said and (name) looked to see Beelzebub who in turn looked a bit startled as he took (name)s bleeding finger and put it in his mouth, the Omega looking thoroughly concerned as Beelzebub sucked on the blood "I feel like this is incredibly unsanitary" (name) whispered worried and beez released his finger "demons saliva can heal amongst other things, depends on the demon really"

"Oh " (name) said dumbly as he looked at his wet but healed finger "what else does your saliva do?" He asked curiously and Beelzebub smiled at the others cute and curious expression "ah, well besides healing my saliva can work as an aphrodisiac if ingested!" (Name) Looked concerned and Beelzebub laughed "don't worry, it only works if I were to like make out with you or eat your ass!"

And now (name) was flustered as the gluttony demon kept laughing at his embarrassment "so why are you up so late?" Beelzebub asked after calming down and sealing some apple slices and cutting up some more, handing (name) an orange "just... It's stupid"

"Oh please!" Beelzebub pushed and (name) sighed "I'm just... I'm having trouble processing this stuff, it's stressful and like-- I never left my property let alone this! My sister wanted to be with you guys and she's already insufferable, this is just worse! I'm just paranoid that you guys are going to realize that like this was a mistake and reject me and like the fear of being an Omega in general! Will I be able to do the things i enjoyed before? Will I be a breeding tool?!" He was hyperventilating now as Beelzebub panicked "hey hey, calm down! It will be alright and-- no we aren't making you a breeding Omega.... shhh" beez tried to calm him as footsteps quickly made their way to the kitchen.

"What is happening?" Lucifer and the others seemed startled as the smell of distress was heavy in the kitchen "he's worried we will strip him of his rights and make him carry our young" Beelzebub explained as he lifted (name) into his arms and set him on the counter "were demons but we aren't monsters" Satan said disgusted and Asmodeus smiled "we would never do that unless it's what you're into~" he teased the Omega as they crowded him "I know it's an incredibly hard adjustment but know we mean well, it's literally impossible for us to not fall for each other" it's true soulmates would eventually fall for one another due to the bond "and we are sharing one mate so that means you have seven people to love you" mammon said in a rare moment of genuine care "what do you mean?"

"Oh yeah, he knows basically nothing about secondary gender or soulmates" Levi said softly and the demons looked horrified "well I know what we are doing tomorrow" Satan said simply and (name) looked ashamed and couldn't meet their eyes, feeling stupid for his lack of knowledge.

"Well his town is backwards" Belphegor yawned and wandered off back to bed now that the problem was solved "goodnight...."

(Name) Was led back to his room by Beelzebub and Asmodeus and looked confused when they put sweaters in his arms "the smell of your alphas will calm you~" Asmodeus said simply and the two wished him a good night.

And for once?

He sleped peacefully.

(Name) Spent the next few days learning about soulmates and secondary genders, the two interlocking "when your heat comes, it will be dangerous for you to not mate with your soulmate" (name) read the book in his off time, the book explaining how the bonding is key to not cause rejection symptoms or a drop, he definitely didn't want that. Fuck how does he have sex? Fuck.

Time to go figure that out, he really felt behind on this shit.

(Name) Made home in the library as he looked for any books that would aid him "Hmm? Looking for sex books ~ didn't know our omega was like that" Asmodeus seemed to love just appearing out of thin air and scaring (name) who dropped the book "i-i it's not like that!"

"Hmmm? And what is it about? Oh you're so cute when your flustered!" He cooed and (name) huffed "I am trying to figure out like, how sex works and stuff... I wasn't exactly taught... Just put on suppressants so my family could avoid it" he just constantly felt ashamed with them, their faces of realization and pity as (name) tried not to cry "well, if you like I could teach you~ don't worry I won't touch you where you don't like" Asmodeus could get used to his omega so flustered as he got closer, his alpha giddy at his mate being untouched "the first thing one should know is their body after all~"

"I- uh... I'm not sure..."

Asmodeus let his lips barely touch (name)s as he caged him against a bookshelf and smiled, his tail flickering and (name) seemed a bit startled by it All as the demon gently kissed him "that was... Uh.." "your first kiss?"

"Yeah..."

"Did you like it?"

(Name) Could only nod as the lust avatar giggled sweetly at his adorable Omega "oh, you're going to fit in nicely here~!" He doted on (name) a bit "don't worry darling, we won't do anything your not ready for but if you're willing... To experiment a bit, I'm always a summon away" and with that he was gone, (name) left with nothing more than the smell of his pharamones, sweet Jasmine and warm vanilla.

It wasn't till after lunch that Lucifer brought him to the gardens, a small greenhouse and a garden plot stood "we had it cleaned up, you said you liked gardening" he said simply and looked down at (name) who looked like he was given the potion of youth "really? Thank you so much..." (Name) Was releasing the happiest pharamones and Lucifer kept composure but god damn did that boost his ego as an alpha, making his mate happy.

"Just clean yourself off after you finish" Lucifer said calmly and (name) beamed at this "of course!"

(Name) Puttered in the greenhouse and began planting things, thankfully it was early in the season so he had time to make a nursery for plants "oh, sor--" (name) immediately shut up as he saw Belphegor sleeping in a sun beam, cozy and calm. Looking around (name) found his cape that Satan had made for him and covered the demon with it "it's still chilly" he whispered and went back to work, unaware the demon was awake and watching intently at the Omega who was carrying heavy pots and sacks of soil around.

(Name) Kept quiet for the Alpha, he must be so exhausted to fall asleep in a greenhouse of places so it would be best to let him rest! Eventually (name) moved outside, it was less chilly but a slight chill but movement will keep him warm! Using twine he found in the greenhouse he sectioned spots of the garden plots for various things like carrots and garlic amongst others, they were still in the nursery but it's good to get things ready now, he reasoned with himself.

"Your Highness! It's quite cold!" A servant panicked as she saw (name) in nothing more than a shirt and pants and apron, dirt on his cheek "don't worry! I'm alright!" He reasoned but she was not having it and removed her cape "it's not good for an Omega to be cold like this!"

Before she could drape the cape on (name), he felt fur on his shoulders as Mammon smiled with a warning "don't worry, he's warm" his eyes telling the servant to leave and (name) looked confused "oh hello!" (Name) Smiled at the demon who felt annoyed at how sweet the other was, his bond making his heart beat fast "Luci wanted me to take you into town so get ready" he grumbled and (name) nodded, a simple smile on his face as he wandered to the palace "where's your cape anyways?! It's freezing for mortals!" He chastised and (name) chirped "Belphegor was sleeping and I wanted him to be cozy!" (Name) Couldn't explain why he felt so calm and comfortable with the princes but they made him feel safe, even if they were sometimes like angry chihuahuas.

"You're weird" mammon said with no bite as they walked to (name)s area.

The tailors and seamstresses worked tirelessly to put together some clothes for (name) and his new class, the maids commenting about how the seamstress always kept embroidered sleeves on hand as the brothers always tore clothes during training--- well save for Asmodeus and Belphegor who couldn't be fucked to do stuff like that.

(Name) Felt regal, a beautiful vest made of silk and embroidered with birds and roses and a linen powers shirt and nice pants and expensive boots "you look wonderful your Highness!" A maid commented, (name) growing fond of his personal maids who cheered him in, them all being mated and married betas.

(Name) Was curious as he looked around the city, never really interacting with so many people who looked at he two in awe, the guards keeping a fair distance as he looked at stalls "you seriously never been in a city?" Mammon said incredulously and (name) looked confused "no? It's not right for an Omega to be by himself around alphas, I would be a temptation" reiterating his parents words and Mammon was horrified at the omegas genuine belief that HE was the problem and not alphas who couldn't keep their hands to themselves "well we are unpacking that later"

He didn't even want to get into the family thing, remembering the chat he had with his brothers when (name) had his meltdown and the acceptance that their Omega came from a very problematic living situation but he seemed to be acclimating well.

Or at least he hoped.

Mammon was confused as (name) handed him a stuffed bunny "what is this?" He raised an eyebrow from behind his circular sunglasses "well we didn't get to actually court because of being soulmates so I got you all courting gifts" he chirped out innocently, remembering what he was taught by Lucifer and deciding to put it in action though he seemed to have gotten it backwards as it was supposed to be the Alpha who gave the courting gifts.

"I- uh... Thank you?"

(Name) Seemed pleased as they continued their walk through the cities market, a giant hub of the equally giant city as Mammon stared at the bunny that was made of fabric the same color as his eyes, a small detail that made him flustered.

He noticed (name) budgeting, a soft smile on his face "you know we have basically endless money, right?" Well mammon didn't, he was cut off and put on a strict budget but (name)? He still had his money privileges "that's your money, this is so much!" To (name) it was a lot of money as he did the budgeting of the house back with his family, this was ten times of what they made in a year! "I am fine with this"

Hell, how did they get the exact opposite of them?!

A nervous Omega who was innocent and naive and sweet as honey!

"Oh you are absolutely precious!" Asmodeus cooed at the stuffed rabbit that fit in his hands "I hadn't even thought of courting!" He said with exaggerated sadness and (name) watched the others alphas reactions, though it wasn't the fanciest courting gift, it was a genuinely thoughtful one.

"He was worried about spending the money, he literally budgeted it" mammon groaned and Lucifer snorted "you could do well to learn that" he said as (name) seemed reminded and handed him back the coin bag, the Omega barely dented it "I got a few things for my hobbies but I brought back the change!" He said sweety and Lucifer had cute aggression at that moment as (name) looked at him with so much pride "you know you could have spent all of this right?" He said a little slow, (name) nodding "but that would be rude, I'm spending all your money without care... I don't like that"

Seriously, how did they manage to be fated with the sweetest Omega?!

"He didn't even but himself actual things for himself! He bought things to make us things!" Mammon groaned out but they all knew he equally swooned at the fact their Omega was so sweet.

But also he didn't buy himself anything, Asmodeus has had to bring him to eat and Beelzebub would put food on it.

"Rural Omega culture is different than cities, they're treated more as a commodity" a maid explained to Asmodeus one night as she helped him get ready for bed, she herself being an alpha from the boonies "an inconvenience would be a better word though, everything your saying shows he was treated like how my love got treated, need to make them feel genuinely valued" she went to explain how omegas need regular scenting and assurance to keep mentally regulated and (name) probably never had that.

Which would explain why he seemed like he was constantly waiting for the next shoe to drop despite growing used to them.

Like it was all going to go away.

His dreams were often that, every night he dreamt of waking up in his old room as his sister lived the life she wanted and he was stuck in that musty bedroom where he would rot.

"Your dreams are noisy" Belphegor mumbled as he crawled into bed with (name) and held him close, pumping out pharamones as he thought smugly about the fact he's technically been in bed with (name) before the others. (Name) Snuggled in his chest and physically relaxed, chirping in his sleep as he clung helplessly to him and he was hooked.

He wanted this more and was already annoyed he would have to share with his brothers.

(Name) Let his mates to be plan the wedding though he and Beelzebub thought of food together, the demon horrified at how little foods he got to experience and made him try everything for the wedding and smiled at his happy face with good food "these are mirangue cookies! Like eating plaster that loves you!" He exolained and (name) basically melted at now delicious it was.

Beelzebub was more than happy to share food with him, his alpha wanting the Omega to be well fed to carry his pups after all.

They were all anxious for mating, their bond slowly making them VERY intense about (name) who after weeks, finally sat close to Satan as he read with him though (name) did struggle a bit "omegas being taught to read is laughable, I taught myself as much as I could" he explained and that's when Satan decided he would read for (name), the two spending an hour or two in the library reading together like how Lucifer spent his time teaching (name) new things when he wasn't busy or just dragging him along with things.

(Name) Was always well behaved, he thought of (name)s family and how they were... How did this come out of THAT.

But now, (name) had one worry...

Would he invite his family to his wedding?

[bloomries]

WHEN DID YOU WAKE UP!?

﹙ ✿ ﹚── includes : the seven demon brothers (lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor).

﹙ ✿ ﹚── synopsis : sweet confessions when you were supposed to be asleep.

﹙ ✿ ﹚── warnings : gn! reader, mutual pining/crushing stages.

﹙ ✿ ﹚── blossom notes : another repost! same thing happened i tried to edit it and noticed too late that it messed everything up! :(

LUCIFER

Lucifer sighs. He would usually get very, very upset if someone were to fall asleep a few minutes into one of his lectures and proceed to punish them in a harsher way, but he can hardly stay too mad at you. He walks over to where you head lays on his desk, your eyes shut. You looked peaceful.

Lucifer is aware of how hard you’ve been studying, thus he doesn’t bother to wake you— he’ll just continue his lecture once you awake. For now? For now he’ll admire your serene beauty.

“Mmhm,” He hums aloud, brushing some hair out of your face. Your skin feels electric as his finger gently glides across your cheekbone. Would it be a bad time to wake up from your ‘nap’? You keep your eyes closed as Lucifer continues on. “You make it hard to stay mad, what another glorious feat you’ve managed, my dear.”

My dear? My dear!? Your heartbeat spikes, and you hope Lucifer doesn’t notice. Instead you hear him clear his throat, before you feel a hand on your back.

“I can’t have my favorite exchange student sleeping like this, so allow me to carry you to bed.” Lucifer picks you up, and proceeds to do just as he said. He’s carrying you to his bed. It’s hard not to panic, and so your eyes open alert and awake. He doesn’t notice until he feels your grip tighten on his shoulder, looking down to meet your horrified gaze.

“Uh- Uhm, I can- I can explain-” Lucifer cuts you off as he finished setting you on his bed, his body quickly turning to face away from you. Had you been observant enough, you’d notice the pink tinging his ears and the slight crack in his voice as he spoke.

“How much… How much did you hear exactly?”

“All of it…” You admit in a shamed tone, head hanging. Lucifer, after collecting himself, turns around and looks at your pitiful posture— he hopes you’re not expecting him to pity you. Not after such an embarrassing moment.

“Don’t think just because I’m not upset about you falling asleep doesn’t mean I’m not upset about the other thing.” Lucifer clarifies, “and since you’re awake, I’ll continue with my lecture.” And with that, he does.

MAMMON

“’m hooome~” Mammon exclaimed in a sing-song voice as he threw open the door to your room. “Let me tell ya somethin’, if I wasn’t in dire need for money, I’d quit this damn job-… Hey, you awake?” Mammon had swung his jacket off somewhere in your room as he made his way to your bed, only stopping when you didn’t move or respond.

In truth, you were awake, but you were exhausted. You just wanted to close your eyes and fall into an peaceful slumber, but this loud mouth seemed to interrupt just that. And so, you didn’t open your eyes, even as he poke your cheek, because as much as you adore him, you’d hope he’d get the hint and leave.

But he didn’t. Mammon let out an annoyed huff, continuing to poke at your cheeks for a little longer before laying down beside you, staring up at your ceiling. “If your not awake, who ’m I supposed to talk to?” He whines.

Well, you certainly weren’t going to get any sleep any time soon, so you planned on opening your eyes and chatting with him until he was satisfied, only for him to start speaking some rather interesting words.

“Ugh, only you could look this good sleeping. Gotta admit, ’m impressed… That sounded kinda creepy, sorry…” He lets out another groan, throwing his head back against your pillow. “Damn it, why do I always say such dumb things 'round you, I swear if I didn’t have some massive crush on ya, you’d be fallin’ all over me.” He curses, “I’m like, a total casanova, y'know? And-” As Mammon rolls over to his side to face you in his one-sided argument, he lets out the most unholy, high-pitched scream, falling off his bed upon seeing your open eyes.

“Wha- When did ya-”

“Could you go back to the part where you have a massive crush on me?” You can’t help but tease, leaning over to get closer to him only for him to quickly turn his head to the side, bashful all of a sudden.

“Well… So ya heard all of that, then?” Aw, how cute. Mercy will be given, you suppose.

“Mmhm, and now if you just close your eyes, I’ll confess too.”

LEVIATHAN

What time was it even? Your eyes burn from agreeing to do a late night videogame tournament with Leviathan, staying up much later than you two intended. You tilt your head back against your gaming chair, closing your eyes. You were only going to close them for a few seconds, but you ended up dozing off.

Several minutes passed by before you woke up, although you kept your eyes closed, still a little groggy from your ten minute power nap.

“Did you see that-” The creak of Leviathan’s old gamer chair squeaked as he turned to look at you, only to see you having passed out— he did think it was weird the game had snoring sounds but maybe that was you!

Levi pouts instantly, his hands lowering to his lap as he stares at your sleeping form. Meanwhile you’re debating on scaring him or pretending to sleep to piss him off— neither happen right away though, as Leviathan reaches over and takes your headphone set off.

“You should’ve told me you were tired. Winning isn’t as fun if it’s not with you.” He mumbled, turning back around to power off his games, but you couldn’t hold your urge to tease him any longer and let out an 'awwwww’ which causes him to nearly jump out of his skin!

“When did you-!?” Leviathan cuts himself off, his face igniting in a comically bright red blush. “What did you hear?” He hisses out, already beginning to curl in on himself. “Y- You’re the worst!” He whines into his knees, holding on to them tightly.

“Wait, no,” You panic, leaning forward and unwrapping him from himself. “Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you or anything. I thought it was sweet, honest.” He doesn’t meet your eye, staring at his Ruri-Chan pajama pants. The silence grows heavier with each passing second, and you know you need to do something to lighten the mood.

“I, er… Well, I also think winning isn’t as fun, if its not with you.” You offer sheepishly, “Actually, doing anything isn’t as fun if I’m not doing it with you!” Your bold exclamation, one Leviathan basically takes as a straightforward declaration of love, makes him snap his eyes up to meet yours before he feels faint.

“I- I think we should… should head to bed…” He can already feel a nosebleed coming on. “Just please don’t say anymore cringy stuff, okay?” You agree, helping him to his bathtub before leaving for the night. No more late night videogame sessions for a while.

SATAN

Satan doesn’t blame you, this cat café was incredibly calming and he’d be lying if he said he never accidentally took a little snooze on the bean bag chairs whilst a cat purred softly on his chest. He snapped a picture of you asleep with several cats on top of and surrounding you, he would definitely cherish it forever (maybe even secretly make it his lockscreen).

“Aw, you two are so cute! Are you two dating?” A random customer asked, having seen the way Satan was admiring you with such a soft expression. Satan chuckles nervously, glancing over at you. He seems to miss the slight twitch of your hand or eyebrow.

“No, not yet. I’d like to though.” The customer makes a sad sound— you relate, mentally, also rather sad at this fact before focusing on the fact that he admitted he’d like to date you. The customer asks why you two aren’t together yet if it’s so obvious he likes you, and although Satan doesn’t exactly like strangers prying in to his personal life, he can’t help but answer.

“I’m not sure how they feel about me… I’d like to know before I potentially make things awkward.” The strangers curiosity seems to be sated, and with that, leaves him be. He glances at you again, and notices the light sheen of sweat on your brow and the twitching of your lids and lips. You weren’t as subtle as you thought you were.

“Are you awake?” Satan asks, waiting. When you don’t move, well not vigorously, Satan sighs. “I know you’re awake.”

You now peek open an eye, smiling in a guilty manner. “Ha, you caught me…” You clear your throat, “We should probably head back home soon, don’t want it getting to la-”

“Please don’t dance around the subject. I understand if you don’t feel the same way, you don’t need to fear rejecting me. I will try to push aside my feelings and-”

“No!” You cut him off before he can continue, startling several cats. You apologize to them, before returning your attention to a slightly surprised Satan. “I like you, too.”

“Oh.” Satan’s tense features relax into a pleasant smile. “Then shall we discuss this further when we get back home?”

ASMODEUS

“And then I said- Oh! How rude!” Asmodeus tsks, shaking his head as he lays eyes upon your slumbering body. “Or is it perhaps that my voice is just so soothing you couldn’t help but fall asleep? If that’s the case, then I don’t blame you~”

You did happen to fall asleep— what did he expect? He made you carry his shopping bags around all day! You didn’t mean to do it whilst he was in the middle of talking but sleep sort of just took over.

It wasn’t until he gasped upon noticing you asleep did you wake back up, although still hazy with sleep, your heavy eyelids remaining closed.

You weakly call his name, trying to let him know you were awake, but he mistakes it for sleep talk. He coos, and you’re too tired to put up a fight so you just continue to let him think you’re asleep. “Aw, do you love me that much? Saying my name in your sleep! You’re just too cute!”

Asmodeus is then quiet, quiet for much too long. You stir a bit, but remain otherwise in the same position. He sighs, his knuckles brushing against your cheek, his lips ghosting over your forehead. A sweet, chaste, featherlight kiss against your forehead, and he’s pulling back, admiring you.

“Can I be honest with you, for just a moment?” His voice is missing its usual airy, lightheartedness. “I think I’m in love with you. I think I have been for a long time…” He adverts his eyes to his well manicured nails, fighting the urge to pick at them out of anxiety. “I doubt you’d believe me though, everyone would easily mistake it as typical Asmo flirty behavior… But I do mean it. I’m… I’m in love with you.”

Well… You’re wide awake now. Your heart is racing in your chest, a heat rising to your cheeks. Even your hands have begun to grow clammy at his confession.

Asmodeus lets out a light sigh, a hand resting over his chest. “Ah, that felt good to get out.” Asmodeus hums, looking up at his ceiling. “Perhaps next time I’ll try confessing to you when you’re awake.”

Unable to truly let him know you’re awake (and saving him from any possible embarrassment), you decide to wait for the real confession, which happens only a week later. And the real confession? It was even better.

BEELZEBUB

“Hm? Oh, an 'after-meal’ nap.” Beelzebub mumbles to himself as he looks over at your figure splayed on the chair, you two just coming back from a nice meal out. “I get that, I’ll join you.” Once again he’s talking to himself. He finds himself sitting on the couch near you, the fire crackling setting a nice, serene mood and allowing him to feel the haze of sleep blanket over him.

“Mmm, this is nice… We should do this more often…” He shifts, trying to get comfier. “Whenever I’m with you… is nice though… I like being… around you…” His words slur together near the end, a sleepy mess, although you’re not. You bolt upwards as soon as you hear the first snore escape him, looking at him frantically.

What does that mean? He likes being around you? It’s nice being with you? Was that some kind of confession? You’re dying to understand, and curse yourself for not making it known you were awake the entire time earlier. Crawling over to where he lays on the couch, you come face-to-face with him.

“Beel? Psst, Beel…” You poke his cheek repeatedly, his hand lazily swatting at your hand, “Please explain, what did you mean by 'I like being around you.’” Beel stirs only a little, but not much. Still very much asleep. You whine, wondering if you should shake him awake instead, only for his arm to wrap around your back and pull you closer towards him.

“B- Beelzebub!” You squeak out in surprise, especially when he turns around and brings you with him. It was like you were a stuffed animal rather than a whole human! You swallow thickly, trying to fight back the racing of your heart or the urge to caress his face.

“Ah, please wake up Beel…”

Once again, he does not wake up. You sigh, resting your head against his chest and closing your eyes. Well, it was useless to try and wake him, you’ll just ask later when he is awake.

Except, unknown to you, Beelzebub is also very much awake and just too embarrassed to face you— he can’t believe you heard him say all that! He’s never been a guy to overthink things, but right now his mind is racing with a thousand thoughts. Mainly on how to properly confess to you when he 'wakes up.’

BELPHEGOR

Yeah, sadly this is very unlikely to happen because Belphegor doesn’t bother talking to your sleeping body and prefers to just sleep alongside you. However, he most certainly has been in this situation reverse.

You stare down at his sleeping figure, curled up in his blankets, his tail curled around him. He looks impossibly comfortable, and the need to cuddle with him grows with each passing breath. But how much more of this platonic cuddling can you withstand? Your heart is racing, and sleeping is getting harder to do.

“You’re such a pain in the ass.” Is the first thing Belphegor hears from you. Surprisingly awake, not-so-surprisingly not making it known. Belphegor hadn’t even done anything yet, grumbling inside his head about what could’ve caused your sour attitude. Just shut up and go to sleep, will you?

“Just tell me that you like me already!” You groan, pulling at your hair as you fall back against a pillow. Or don’t shut up, actually Belphegor wants to urge you to continue on. “Liking you is a very special kind of torture, you know? You make no signs if you like me one way or another…” You glance over at him, sighing. He’s too dang cute for you to stay mad though, so you shimmy down so you’re laying beside him.

“If only you’d wake up and just say 'I like you too,’ then maybe I could finally get back to sleeping like a normal person and-”

Missing the happy swaying of his tail, Belphegor peaks an eye open and a smug grin appears on his features.

“I like you too.” His voice is hoarse with sleep, and he lazily wraps an arm around you before pulling you closer to him. “I like you too, so will you please be quiet now. I’m trying to sleep.”

“Y- You heard-”

“Yes, yes, I heard everything.” Belphegor so clearly amused by this whole situation that it irks you to some degree. “And I did mean it, I’m not just telling you so you’ll be quiet. Do you understand?” Bashfully, you nod. Yes, you understand. He made it very clear.

“Good. Now let’s nap… and try not to stare too hard at my face next time, 'kay?” Belphie just couldn’t help but tease.

﹙ ✿ ﹚thank you for reading. have a wonderful day, darling!

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

I headcannon that humans usually get to choose where the marks go when they make a pact, but MC didn't care so they just let the brothers choose. This is purely for fun, feel free not to read it or take it too seriously.

Mammon went for the back of their right hand. For one, it's a safe option and he felt kind of awkward choosing the place for his own pact mark.

Later, it turned out to be perfect. He's their right-hand demon, always within arm's reach. Anywhere they go together, he holds that hand, and whenever MC meets someone new, they shake hands, that person knows right away that they're his human, and he's their demon.

Leviathan followed the same logic at first, and put his on their left forearm, just under their elbow, because where else would he put it?! He's never picked a pact mark before!

In the end, he likes it because it's not always on display, or always hidden. MC shows it off just enough to assure him that they're proud to have a pact with him, and hides it enough so he's not overwhelmed with the reality that he is theirs, and they are his.

When they dress up, they make sure not to cover their arms, and wear his mark with pride, but it's the quiet moments in his room, when they roll up their sleeve and let him trace the mark with his fingers, or trace it with his tail, that he really likes.

Beelzebub had trouble with picking his place. He's never made a pact before, let alone picked where it's been displayed.

He had no real reason for choosing their right shoulder blade, other than a feeling that that's where it needed to be. MC knows though, it's because of his twin. They knew where Belphie's pact mark would go, directly on their other shoulder.

Twin demons, guarding their human's back.

Asmodeus was a cheeky menace, as soon as he was given the choice, he smacked the mark right on MC's inner thigh. He thought it might fluster the little human, but as it turned out, MC is long past the point of flustering.

That choice turned out to be to Asmo's detriment as MC strategically chose how they displayed it. Hot day? They're wearing shorts and his mark is on clear display, sitting nestled on their soft skin, where no one, not even he can touch.

MC's learned to tug at that mark every now and again, granting him the most delicious teasing grin.

The devildom's greatest tease has met his match.

Satan's choice was a hard one, by the time he agreed to a pact, truly chose MC for a pact, he knew they were going to be someone he cared for deeply.

It took him days to decide where that mark would sit, MC never rushed him, or offered to make the choice for him. That patience was something he admired in someone he knows to have a firecracker of a temper.

In the end, he placed the mark on their collarbone, just above where their heartbeat thrums with life.

He wants them to remember that no matter his wrath, he does have a heart, and he'll always protect theirs.

MC often reaches for the brand when heartache strikes, reminding themselves of their wrathful demon, with a heart of gold.

Belphegor loved Beel's choice and didn't hesitate to put his brand on the opposite shoulder blade.

He falls asleep with his head resting on one of those marks at least twice a week, pinning MC beneath him, willing or otherwise. Any attempted to wake him up just has him switching to the other shoulder and clinging to them tighter.

He loves that a permanent mark of his twin is close enough that he can feel anytime MC summons Beel, and vice versa.

Anytime MC summons one, there's a 50/50 chance that both will come, called by each other's magic.

When the time came for Lucifer to make his choice, MC was sure he wouldn't surprise them, but unbeknownst to them, Lucifer had no intention of making the choice completely by himself.

He's seen them, wearing each and every pact with pride, pride to rival his own, but any human with sense would be proud of forging pacts with 6 of the seven lords of the underworld.

MC is more than proud of the pacts, they're proud to be part of the family. They give everything to that family, time, effort, love, all of it dedicated to those they call family.

In the end, MC had already made the choice a very long time ago, and lifted their chin, breath catching as Lucifer's palm encompassed their throat, placing their life, their breath, in his very hands.

The demon beamed his pride as he painted their throat with his brand, never to be hidden, never to be taken away.

That final mark symbolised more than a pact with the avatar of pride.

It stood for the completion of a family long left lacking their final piece.

[devildomwriter]

Last Things They Say to MC

Lucifer

“Mm… What’s wrong? Are you feeling nervous? Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. Believe in yourself. And if you ever need a confidence boost, just say the word… I’ll do whatever you want, as many times as it takes. Just like I did now. I know how talented you are. It isn’t easy to earn my respect, but you managed to do it. Remember that.” or “…What’s wrong? Feeling nervous? If only we could stay like this, just like we are right now… …But the ceremony’s starting. Come on, let’s go.” — (80-22)

Mammon

“Yo, MC! Let’s try that again. But this time, land on MY lap!” or “Whoa… ALL RIGHT! Like, yeah…I did! I called for you!” — (80-22)

Leviathan

“What?! A bit too far?! You think I’m taking it A BIT TOO FAR?! The whole world can jump off a cliff! Everyone except me and the great Christopher Peugeot!” or “I’ll try not to, but I can’t make any promises!” or “I knew you’d understand! You’re a true friend, MC! You’re the only one I can share this moment with! The only one who knows what it means!” — (80-16 Hard)

Satan

“That was a really nice gift shop, they had all sorts of cat-themed stuff. We should go there again the next time we get a chance, MC.” — (80-19)

Asmodeus

“Oh MC! I’ve missed you sooo sooo SOOO much!” — (80-22)

Beelzebub

“I’m putting this in the box. It’s from the RAD Sports Festival. This is the slip of paper listing what I was supposed to find during the Bloody Scavenger Hunt. I was so hungry that I accidentally ate the original slip of paper, remember? It was just as you happened to be passing by… So you wrote my instructions down for me again on a new piece of paper. And on top of that, you have me some actual food to snack on.” — (80-19)

Belphegor

“Wait though, what are you doing here? I mean, I’m happy to see you, but…” — (80-22)

Solomon

“…Good, yes. Try to concentrate your magic energy in your forehead and fingertips… Nicely done! That was great! It’s been several weeks now since we left the Devildom, but your magic is still as strong as ever. All right, why don’t we go ahead and wrap up your training here for today? You’re about to head off right now, aren’t you? Tell everyone I said hi. Well, see you later, MC!” — (80-22)

Thirteen

“…Hmph, that’s no fun at all. Without you and that sham of a magician around to keep me on my toes, it’ll be so dull here.” — (80-17)

Simeon

“Anyway, I feel like maybe I’ve made a bit of progress on my personal journey now?” — (80-16 Hard)

Luke

“Right! Thanks, MC!” or “The truth is, I’d like to snap my fingers and become a truly great angel right now. But they say ‘slow and steady wins the race,’ after all! I’ll do my best! …But I’ll try not to be too impatient about it!” — (80-14)

Raphael

“…Have you forgotten that I’m standing right here? If you’re about to have a “moment”…don’t.” — (80-19)

Michael

“Goodbye. Until we meet again, MC…” — (44-18)

Little D. No. 2

“Here you are. Your assignment!” — (65-17)

Mephistopheles

“Anyway, changing the subject…MC, you’re here on a short-term exchange, aren’t you? Just like the second time you came here. It’s the same with Solomon. Your terms should be ending soon, right?” — (80-17)

Barbatos

“It’s a good thing Levi and Beel were there to break your fall, MC…” — (80-22)

Diavolo

“Now then, MC, is there anything you would like to say?” — (80-22)

[strawberry-cowmilk]

Reaction to mc saying she's pregnant? Like they had NO idea. It's their child, maybe she hide it with magic or something and they generally couldn't tell, if that is okay! It's okay if not,

I just think it's a cute conecpt, like just pretend barbs doesn't look into the future,

Again it's okay is not! No pressure,

Wolf !

Hi, wolf! Of course it's okay! I hope you like it

they find out mc is pregnant after hiding it

-> brothers and side characters x mc (no luke)

mc's gender is not mentioned, but is pregnant, not proof read (somebody lmk if the tag is wrong)

content warnings: pregnancy, mild angst

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Lucifer

he's a little offended (??) hurt (??) that you hid it from him, were you afraid of his reaction or was he scary?

regardless, lucifer loves both you and the child to death from the moment he finds out they exist

he's going to take great care of you (though he might come off as a little overprotective)

if you are standing up for a minute too long he will let you sit down

Mammon

oh no, you were play fighting just yesterday, did he accidentally hurt you or the baby?

when those worries ebb away, mammon is so happy he's telling everyone at rad about it

yes he's sad you hid it for a long time but the happiness is way stronger than the hurt

'mc I'm gonna go to the mall to get baby's first gold bar' 'mammon the baby isn't even born yet-'

Leviathan

of course you hid it for a long time, imagine you're the child and you find out your dad is a gross otaku

you're gonna have to calm him down

it takes levi a while to warm up to the idea, but when he does he's really excited for his baby

he's going to want to read tsl to your stomach as a bedtime story (if the baby is a boy he wants to name him henry too)

Satan

satan is kind of in denial, if you were pregnant he would have known right? why didn't you say something?

he's never thought about being a father, he needs a moment to let it sink and do research on babies

but he warms up to the idea eventually, and he'll be the softest you've ever seen

satan got little children's books and those cute music boxes for when the baby comes

Asmodeus

out of everyone, asmo would me the most upset you tried to hide it

but he loves you and the baby so he forgives you soon

asmo might not know how to be a father at first, but he's willing to learn and raise the baby with you

plus he's going to want one of those maternity photoshoots, but if you don't it's okay

Beelzebub

yes he's not happy you kept it from him but baby :))

beel would do anything to make you and them happy

he's really worried you're going to get hurt though, if you're cooking together beel does not let you pick up a spatula or get close to the stove

also beel loves to hug your stomach, it's basically what he does every night now

Belphegor

he's not happy about it at first because he honestly did not want a child

but seeing you pregnant, realising you'd make a great parent, it changed his mind

belphie gets the best pillows and blankets so you can be comfortable while sleeping

if the baby is keeping you awake belphie will try to calm them down

Diavolo

he understands why you hid it from him, imagine getting pregnant with the demon prince's child- oh no are you scared?

it doesn't matter whether you are actually scared or not, diavolo will take his time to show you all is well, he's really happy to welcome his child

he took a picture of you and your cute baby bump, made it his ddd wallpaper and stares at it when he doesn't want to work

Barbatos

it took him by surprise, but barbatos can adapt quickly

he's really happy to be having a baby with you, he's ready to give you anything you need to make the pregnancy easier

do you want tea, a massage or something else? barbatos has got you

he can't wait to meet his baby, he doesn't want to use his powers and spoil it for himself

Simeon

...so that's why you could eat solomon's soup last week without getting sick

he forgives you for hiding it, surely you had a good reason

simeon loves the baby so much he sings lullabies he used to sing to luke for them already, this man's face physically softens every time he sees the baby bump

but really, maybe you should stay away from food that randomly appears in the fridge that simeon didn't make

Solomon

he's a little upset but that's okay, in all his years he's never felt this happy

he can't wait to hold his little baby for the first time

being a human too, solomon knows plenty of stuff about human pregnancy so that's great

'simeon why are you stopping me I'm just going to offer mc a sandwich I made'

[flappingdragon]

Hi!

Could I request the brothers + side characters reaction when mc turns into a goose? I was thinking something like mc turned into a goose due to Solomon messing up again, and they act like the goose from Untitled Goose Game, but cuddlier. Like they are still a little menace, but also want to be pet and cuddled.

If you don’t want to do this request I completely understand as it is a bit odd. I hope you have a great day/night!

A/N: Sorry that I’m so late!! I was just caught up in a lot of things and forgot this was in my drafts oof. I also changed a few things up just to be a little silly (and also bc I didn’t want to write the personality of duck MC here). Anyway, I decided to divide this into two parts; one for the brothers and the other for the side characters. Enjoy!

The Brother’s Reactions to Duck!MC

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

Rating: SFW, fluff

Warnings: GN!MC, no pronouns used for MC, no gender specified for MC, interactions based on the brothers (not MC), personality not specified for MC

Tags: Fluff, the brothers love duck!MC, cuddling, preening, etc.

Part I (This Is Where You Currently Are), Part II (Coming Soon!)

Lucifer

How the hell did this happen?

“Will you stop taking my things, please? You’re making my life even more difficult than it is already.”

At first, he’d have fun with it, teasing you by picking you up randomly when in private

Even going so far as to sit in his lap while he pets you

But then he’d look for a way to fix it

And eventually he does, much to everyone’s protests

He’ll miss the times when he sets you in his lap and feeds you your favourites, but if you can be more helpful to him in your human form, he’d prefer that

Besides

He’d like to see your face instead of that of a duck

Mammon

Oh lord

Is he ever about to get in trouble

He’s no doubt teaming up with you to steal money

I mean

A duck?

In the Devildom?

Now THAT is about to attract a lot of money

He’d probably set up an attraction where lots of demons and demon-kin alike get to meet and pet a real goose

I feel like at the end of it all, even if Mammon did get a lot of money, you’d be exhausted

Because you already know you were out there for hours getting pet by so many

You need to recharge a bit

And that includes a lot of pets from Mammon

And a lot of cuddles

You know he’s going to be so happy to oblige

Levi

Unlike Mammon, he’s not going outside of the house

So you don’t have to worry about that

He’ll set you in his lap while he’s playing video games and he’ll let you time to time between bosses

Hell, he’ll even give you a controller to play with him if he’s feeling extra bored

And it baffles him how you win every time

Because a duck? Beating him? That’s impossible!

But he loves it

He’d lose to you again and again if it meant holding you in his lap like this

Satan

Team Prank Lucifer: Duck Addition

No but seriously, he’s getting into mischievous trouble with you in tow

He’d probably start by making cursed illusions of you but they all have different personalities

For instance, one could be kind and gentle while another could blow up the house

But while your illusions are causing havoc, the real you is resting in his lap as he reads a good book

He’s running his fingers through your goose feathers, practically preening you

He finds it relaxing how he can just pet you and sit back

If he’s honest, he hasn’t been reading his book for the past half an hour

He’s too busy adoring the way you shake your feathers in response to his pets

He finds you irresistibly adorable

Asmodeus

You already know he’s going to put you in cute little outfits

Doesn’t matter how much you hiss at him, he’ll find a way to put some sort of sweater on you

Once he does, he squeals and gets out his phone, taking a selfie with your very-not-amused-goose-face

This is not the first outfit he’s putting you in though, he’s putting you in sparkling pink and blue dresses and cute little tuxedos

He’s also putting some big, fluff coats on you

You’re not getting out of his sight no matter how hard you try

You just have to hope he gets bored

But let’s be honest here

That’s not happening

Beelzebub

Beel is pretty chill when he sees you all snuggled up beside his pillow, minding your own business

At first, he didn’t know it was you so he just kinda left you alone, thinking that you were another one of his brother’s crazy pets

Only when you had followed him out to the kitchen did he start to catch on

And once he does know it’s you, he’s carrying you everywhere with him

To the kitchen, the common room, the gym, RAD, or even the Demon Lord’s Castle

It doesn’t matter

As long as you’re in his arms, he’s happy

And if you want, he’d give you a few snacks as well

He doesn’t mind

And honestly? He’d get a bit sad when you return to normal

He got used to carrying you around :(

Belphegor

You can get he’s not moving unless he has to

So you’re his napping buddy until he’s forced to get up

He’d hold you in his arms and cuddling you as he sleep talks

Sometimes, if you’re lucky, you can escape his grasp and sit on either his back or his stomach

When he wakes up, he’s so confused bc his sleepy brain is thinking-

“Why is there a duck on me?”

And then he remembers that it’s you and he bundles you up in his arms again

He looks away when your duck wings flap in his face but he starts petting you when you settle

He’ll stay awake to pet you despite the pull of his sin that makes his eyes flutter closed every now and then

But he enjoys it

And when you return to normal, he’s in your arms fast asleep

[a-local-idiots-shitpost]

Mc attacks with a pineapple

yay this post is nearly 1200 words

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Lucifer:

did someone… just throw a pineapple at him?

of course it was Mc (or Satan and Belphegor)

“Mc how do you even come up with such completely ridiculous ideas?” “I was bored”

surprisingly you get away without being punished

but this will only cause you to do this again (and rope the Anti-Lucifer League in your stupid ideas which doesn´t need a lot of convincing the ideas might be stupid but they work)

Mammon:

he´s going to sell it

his first thought while being hit was one of the many debt collecters he owns money to found him

the second thought was who attacks with a pineapple?

After he finds out it was Mc he will feel betrayed

“Mc why?!” “just felt like it” “just felt like it?! Who just feels like hitting people with pineapples! where did you even get that?!”

he feels like he just experienced the worst betrayal ever and will let you know

it will stop as soon as you try to leave

Leviathan:

how did you even get in his room without Levi noticing to begin with?

oh well guess we´ll never know

he hates to admit it but you actually scared Levi with this little stunt of yours

which to be fair was less because of the pineapple and more because he was playing a horror game and you (at least for him) appeared out of nowhere

it was hard to hold your laughter back

“MC?! stop it this wasn´t funny at all!”

it turned out better then you could have ever imagined

to bad no one recorded it (you totally did record it but your smart enough not to tell Levi)

Satan:

he caught it

he literally just extend his arm after you threw it

did he know you were going to throw it? no

is he going to tell you it was a lucky coincidence? also no

the only thing he will be upset about is that you disturbed his reading time

and didn´t use this idea on Lucifer

“Mc the next time you have such stupid ideas at least wait until the next meeting of the Anti-Lucifer-League”

both of you than decided to ditch the library and go to a cat café (you were forced to pay but it´s still better than dealing with an angry Satan)

Asmodeus:

you actually hit him when he was doing his make-up

don´t worry no Asmos were hurt during the making of this fanfic (I mean he did get hurt but nothing really bad happened)

you should be more worried about yourself though

because not only did you make Asmo ruin his make-up

you also indirectly broke his favourite lipstick

I would recommend running as soon as possible because Asmo´s pretty much going to kill you

maybe next wait until he isn´t doing anything

or get really good at running and hiding

Beelzebub:

he ate it in one bite

you just threw it and he immediately knew something edible was getting closer

it was somehow incredibly creepy and weird but also really cool and weirdly impressive

he also asked for more pineapples

and get´s upset when you say you only had one

“Mc why didn´t you get more?” “it wasn´t my plan that you eat it!” “you´re acting as if it´s a surprise that I can tell when food is near”

… it´s kinda a good point

Belphegor:

no matter how hard you throw it he will never wake up

you have a better chance attracting Beel with the pineapple than actually waking up Belphie

the best you can get is Beel not noticing that a pineapple lies beside his twin and Belphie waking up and wondering where the pineapple comes from

if you´re feeling particularly funny and have a lot of free time you can just stay there and throw it at him when he wakes up

he still won´t react though

the best you get is a tired “why?”

Diavolo:

not even the smallest chance of hitting him

Barbatos will immediately know what you´re up to and takes it away

“Mc no” “aww you´re no fun!”

Diavolo actually agrees that Barbatos is no fun

his argument is that pranking someone could be a wonderful bonding experience

and he could use it so you have to stay at the castle with him

and now Barbatos scolds both of you, you for trying to hit Diavolo and Diavolo get´s scolded for being a massive Simp

Barbatos:

he knows what you´re planning before you even had the idea

he just waits until you´re ready to throw it before appearing before you

“what were you planning with this Mc?” “n-nothing Barbatos”

as punishment you have to help him clean the castle

and you´re the one that has to look for mice/rats

but at least you can stay at the Demon Lord´s Castle for the night and you get tea and sweets for helping Barbatos (despite it being a punishment)

he totally didn´t do it so he has an excuse to spend time with you

Solomon:

both of you somehow got the same idea

it ends with both of you awkwardly standing with pineapples and neither of you knowing how to proceed

“so what are we planning now?” “no idea old man Sorcerer” “stop calling me old!”

both of you start fighting if you should be allowed to call Solomon old or not (you definitely should be allowed to)

it ends with you throwing your pineapple and hitting Solomon and then leaving

it´s a good thing he didn´t get the same chance because the pineapple he was holding looked like there was something seriously wrong with it

Simeon:

he doesn´t know why you did it

for some reason he thinks it´s because you don´t like him and not that you just love making life difficult for everyone you meet

but he won´t tell you that all he will do is send a badly written to text to Lucifer saying you don´t like him

Lucifer is going to be so confused

not as confused as you are though when Lucifer asks why Simeon thinks you hate him

this is going to take a while to explain (but not to Lucifer because he will hang you for this little prank of yours)

Luke:

Luke doesn´t get attacked

for the simple reason he´s a child

and life is already hard enough on him (being constantly teased)

you just ask him if he wants to bake something with the pineapple

[typingdyslexiaisathing]

Obey Me! headcanon where MC is turned into a house cat.

Lucifer is highly annoyed at this turn of events. Since this means he is shorthanded in keeping order in the HOL as well as in student council meetings. Lucifer will insist that MC is with him for school and meetings. The last thing he needs is for some lesser demon to catnap their pact human. If Lucifer has been working at his desk too long, MC will just hop onto the desk and lay on the paperwork. This has Lucifer smirk to carry MC with him to bed. MC is not getting away now this feline asked for it. So bedtime means MC is with Lucifer all night.

Mammon thinks this is the funniest thing ever. Legit is holding his sides and cry laughing his ass off. He stops laughing real quick when MC claws his leg. Mammon will be bribing MC to do recon missions for him. "C'mon just sneak into Diavolo's place and see what you can find! I will give you horned salmon for the trouble! We got a deal? GREAT! Let's go!"

Leviathan is low key happy about this. Since he is always wearing a hoodie and MC now fits perfectly in the hoodie front to carry around and hide from his brothers. Although he does worry about the fish in his aquarium. MC now has boxes all over to play in and nap in. Since Leviathan orders from Akuzon a LOT. Would dress MC in cosplay if they didn't flash their claws anytime the word comes up. "But you would be great! There's this new anime that's all about a cat that is also a witch and- No, please! I don't want to have my eyes scratched out!"

Satan. Is. Overjoyed. He becomes a happy mess of warm smiles as he picks MC up and just showers them in face nuzzles. Claws and complaining be damned as he just gushes all over his pact human. He will not leave MC alone for any reason. "Do you want me to brush your fur? I have a brush just for cats to help with shedding. Watch your tail, MC! You don't want it to get caught in a drawer do you? I'll just pick you up and carry you." Satan takes over cooking duty until MC changes back. All the meals have fish in them.

Asmodeus is honestly happy to have MC in cat form. Just look how adorable they are now! Devilgram is not prepared for this demon and their newest obsession in the form of MC as a feline. (honestly might be as into this as Satan) Asmodeus must get MC fashionable collars to wear and file their claws. Asmodeus also color coordinates with the color of MC's fur. They must match! "Aw! Aren't you so adorable, MC! I got you a new collar with a bell on it! Let's have you try it on! We simply must get your newest look on socials! The planetarium should be a great spot for a photo shoot!"

Beelzebub is kind of worried about MC. Since they were already a fragile human. Now they are even smaller and unable to talk. What if a hellhound ate them or some giant beast decided to snack on MC? So Beelzebub is very protective of MC and will carry them in one arm. It does not matter if he is trying to eat and needs both hands. Keeping MC close comes first. The first time he rubs MC's ears and hears them purr, the poor guy's heart just melts. So he ends up not eating as often to keep his hands free. "Do you like that? How about if I scratch your chin? Wow. You feel like a little motor when you purr. but let's get you some spiked tuna in a can. Might just make some sandwiches."

Belphegor now has a permanent nap buddy. Do not try and take MC from his lap when the two are asleep. He will slap hands away and or glare at you. This is HIS nap buddy and it is time for their four pm siesta. Belphie will give Mc a kiss on the head whenever he wakes up to see them. His way of assuring them that things will go back to normal soon. "Yeah. Must be a pain to be that small. But we got you, MC. Just be patient. Until then, want some tummy rubs?"

[avatar-saiki]

Birds of a feather…

… are supposed to flock together. So why did he feel like he’d been left behind?

*Beelzebub/reader, 2k words, Beel’s past regrets*

He’d never forget that day.

“Everyone, I’d like you to meet Lilith.”

Conversations lulled as a young girl walked in, dressed in the simplest of robes with her feet bare and her expression bright. Lucifer had asked them all to be present as he often did, either to discuss assignments or introduce new angels to the fold. This had been no different.

And yet…

“I would like the following to watch over her and guide her in Enlightenment.”

“Mammon.”

“Aw, again? Why another one?” 

“Leviathan.”

“Wh-What?! Why me?”

“Asmodeus.”

“Oo yay! I haven’t been chosen as a mentor in ages! This’ll be so fun!”

“Belphegor, and…”

Beelzebub glanced over at the empty seat beside him.

“Beelzebub.”

“Me?” He looked at Lucifer in surprise. “But I’m—“

“Beelzebub?”

Lilith all but sprinted to him, excited footsteps tapping on the granite tiles.

“Lilith, don’t—“ Lucifer began to scold her, but she paid it no mind.

“You’re Beelzebub?” She asked when she reached him, “Really?”

“Ah…” He sat up a little straighter, wanting to make a good impression. “Yes, I am.”

Her smile widened and she stood up on her toes, her excitement so bright it made his chest feel lighter.

“Beelzebub, the twin of Belphegor, right? Is it true? Is it true Father created you two from the same beginning?”

“Oh um… yes, that’s true—“

She squealed in delight. “That’s so cool! Can you really communicate with your minds? Do you know his thoughts right now? Can you—“ “Lilith.”

Lucifer’s sharp tone finally caught her attention and she flinched, looking over her shoulder.

“Sorry, Lucifer…” she mumbled sheepishly, quickly taking a seat next to Beelzebub and sitting on her hands, doing her best to be the picture of innocence.

Lucifer only sighed and shook his head, continuing on with explaining the rest of the agenda.

That day he learned mornings could be… bright.

Lucifer always assigned a group of mentors to fledglings while Michael tended to only choose one or two. It was strange, especially since the young angels would often end up favoring the teachings of a select few until they found a way to recognize Fate for themselves. 

Lilith wasn’t quite like that. She quickly became fond of all those around her, even those who had not been assigned to mentor her. Always eager and excited to learn, it was hard to resist her charm. She held a tenacious curiosity within her, something that never seemed to dim no matter how much time passed.

If anything, it only grew brighter.

He’d never forget how excited she’d been when Belphegor showed them his new Manifestation. A glimpse at a new world, he’d said, something Father had created most likely. It was a strange place, and Beelzebub felt that if Father hadn’t mentioned it to them, then they weren’t meant to know.

Lilith, however, was captivated.

So many questions she’d asked, many that Belphegor couldn’t answer but had been excited by. He’d shown his Manifestation to a few angels, but most had dismissed it much in the same way Beelzebub had. No one had asked or felt the need to give it more than the briefest of glimpses. This unknown realm was of no concern and had no bearing or meaning in the Celestial Realm, so why pry? 

But whenever he saw Belphegor and Lilith together, a contented smile on his twins’ face that he’d never seen it…

It was hard to feel the need to squander it.

Afternoons had never felt so warm.

Soon she’d become older, and it was time for her to choose her path. What had she learned, and where would she like to grow? They had been walking together in the grand hall of the cathedral, her worry and uncertainty creeping in the closer they came to Lucifer’s door.

“I wouldn’t worry,” he’d said, “I don’t even have a clearly defined path.”

“Really?” She’d looked up at him in awe, “But you always seem to know what you’re meant to be.”

He’d never realized how… amusing that sentiment had been in that moment. Known who he was meant to be? Did he? He’d felt like a half of a whole since the day he’d been created, though the feeling never brought him distress. Nor peace. It just… was the way things were; it was his Fate to share with Belphegor.

“Do you know what you want to be?” She’d asked, “Maybe knowing your vision will help me find mine.”

“I want to protect what’s right,” he’d said.

Her smile was like sunlight.

“Lucifer! Lucifer!”

Belphegor had never spoken up or interrupted another before, but when he burst into the room even Lucifer was stunned into silence.

Without pausing for a second, he strode past Lilith and Beelzebub and stopped at the end of Lucifer’s desk.

“Belphegor, we’re—“

“I know, but look.” Belphegor held his hands at shoulder’s distance apart in front of his chest, recreating his Manifestation before their very eyes.

“Belphegor I’ve told you once, and I’ll tell you again. I’ve no interest in—“ “But look!” He’d cried, thrusting his arms out to make Lucifer see. “Look at what they’re doing to Father’s Creation!”

Lilith was at his side in an instant, peering over his shoulder. “What… what are those things?”

“I don’t know, but they’re awful. They’re ruining everything!”

Lucifer’s expression had soured, but he said nothing. Only analyzing. Then he’d looked into Belphegor’s eyes and asked.

“Where did these creatures come from, do you know?”

He’d shaken his head, tears starting to form in his eyes. “No, I just noticed them recently when I looked. They don’t seem like they’re from Father’s Creation.”

“Haven’t you seen creatures… cause harm to one another before?”

“Yes, but this is different! These… these things aren’t like animals. They don’t obey the laws of the realm!”

Lucifer quieted, and Beelzebub had taken a chance to glimpse into Belphegor’s distress. So many awful feelings, many he’d never felt before. Had Belphie… coveted this place?

“What do you think we should do, Beelzebub?” Lucifer’d asked him unexpectedly, snapping him from his thoughts.

He’d looked to the imagery, then Lucifer’s eyes and answered without a second thought.

“Whatever these creatures are, we should make sure they can’t enter this realm.”

The stricken looks on both Lilith’s and Belphegor’s face would never leave his memory.

“Yes… yes, that’s a wise idea. Beelzebub, I’d like to position you to watch the gates while I discuss this further with Michael.”

In a world full of sunlight…

“Beelzebub…”

Lilith had taken to a new hobby, walking along the meadows and gazing out across all that Father had created for this realm. From the scent of grass that stirred in the shapeless breeze to the way the wind swept her hair, she was the picture of serenity and grace.

If only it could be reflected on her face…

“Beel?” she repeated, half turning to him with a sad smile. “Could I… ask you for something?”

“Of course,” he said, “anything.”

She bowed her head and asked in a voice so soft he almost didn’t hear it over the grass’ rustle.

“Will you… hold me?”

“Yes,” he whispered back, not knowing why but wanting to comfort her all the same. He didn’t need to know why, all that he needed to know was he could make her feel safe and shield her from whatever caused her smile to lose its light.

“Thank you, Beel…” she whispered, holding him close as he folded his wings around her, hoping to deafen the sounds around them to bring her peace. “You’re always… there for me,” she said, reaching up to caress his feathers as she’d often done when she was little. She’d always praised his feathers, and even shown him that they could glitter like rainbows in the light. So soft and bright, she’d said, like the realm’s greatest embrace.

…when did it become so cold.

He should’ve known.

“Lilith!”

He should’ve known.

Belphegor’s wails rung out far into the night, piercing and wrenching deep inside his heart.

Agony.

Despair.

His knees buckled and he fell, dimly aware of his own pain as he watched Belphegor howl to the moon, tears mixing with the blood that poured from fresh wounds at his temples as thick, monstrous horns adorned his crown.

He should’ve known.

His twin’s cries became hoarse but never ceased. Never faded. Even as his consciousness ebbed away, his wails followed him into his dreams.

Without her smile, there was no light.

“Beelzebub?”

Without her, there was no right.

“Beel?”

He held himself steady, having trapped you between himself and the wall with no one else around. You, who had been nothing more than a simple human selected for the exchange program but quickly became more, so much more. Not just to him, but to everyone. Never had he thought he could make a pact with a human, let alone befriend one.

And yet…

“Beel?”

His jaws parted, breath ragged and hunger setting in. A pact, a friendship, a fondness… nothing could make the emptiness inside go away. Not when you looked like that, so curious and eager. So warm.

So… bright.

“Beel?”

“Order me away.”

“Wh… what?”

Saliva began to pool under his tongue, the temptation to eat what he hungered for rising. This hadn’t been the first time he’d trapped you like this, frightened you like this.

“Order me to stay away.” He forced himself to say, sickening himself with the chilling buzz of his wings. What had once been soft and comforting was now nothing but another reminder of the creature he’d become.

“Tell me I can’t be alone with you,” he continued, swallowing the burning in his throat. “Make me promise to never be alone with you.”

“Oh… Beel…”

Don’t.

“Please.” He bowed his head until his forehead touched the wall, wishing he could say it was in defeat but in reality he didn’t want his prey to escape. 

“Why?” You asked naively, making the burn rise even higher, tightening in his throat. 

He couldn’t protect her.

“I trust you, Beel.”

He flinched as arms wrapped around his middle, another anxious flutter of his wings breaking the silence when he couldn’t speak.

He can’t protect you.

You reached up to caress his shoulders, fingertips lightly gliding along the edges of his wing.

“You’re just hungry, right? It’s been a long day.”

The burning reached his eyes, tears blurring his sight.

This empty feeling…

A low rumble vibrated in his abdomen and you laughed softly.

“See? You’re just hungry. I get cranky too when I haven’t eaten.”

Stop.

You rubbed his back, humming a nonsensical tune.

Stop trying to fill it.

He didn’t deserve to feel whole.

Not without Belphie…

Another rumble and you chuckled again, squeezing him a little tighter. “C’mon, let’s go to the kitchen and I’ll make you something. How’s that sound?”

Not without Lilith.

Just one bite.

He grabbed your shoulders and pushed you back against the wall.

Just one bite, then you’d see.

You’d see the monster he could be.

“What’re you doing, Beel?” you asked unflinching, keeping your chin up even as he leaned in to tear at your throat.

“I…”

A monster.

He couldn’t save her.

“You don’t want to hurt me, do you?”

He held your shoulders tight, hating the sound of his wings at his back.

“I… I…”

You reached up to wrap you arms around his neck and stood up on your toes, tucking his face into your neck and surrounding him in your scent. Your sweet, delicious scent.

His hands began to shake, but you only rubbed your cheek against his neck and whispered.

“I know you, Beel.”

“I know you won’t hurt me.”

He choked out such a wretched sound, but you only held him and stroked his hair, speaking sweet nothings while he salivated over your soul.

He had no right…

“C’mon,” you cooed gently, twirling a strand of his hair between your fingers and tickling the back of his neck. “Let’s go get a snack.”

“… Okay…” he whispered. “A snack does sound nice.”

No right…

He could fill your cheeks pull back into a grin. “We should hurry then or Lucifer’ll kick us out of the kitchen and make you wait till dinner.”

No right to let your light fill the emptiness inside.

[soursvgar]

yayy the first thing im posting here! I just thought a cute christmas theme drabble is needed so enjoy it, especially my fellow lucifer hoes.

gn!reader

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"Wake up, y/n."

Your eyelids slowly flutter open to the frail touch of a hand, ghosting over your cheek. Jet black locks only millimetres away from your face, hovering over the cheerful grin that greets you awake.

"It's snowing." Lucifer claims, causing your gaze to tear from his and trail over to the window; The rare sight of a white blanket covering over the trees, the ground, and every sharp boulder in the devildome meets your eyes. You blink once, twice, waiting for the breath taking image to disappear and make way for the usual dark, red toned scenery. But instead, the shining snow twinkle over the roads, almost granting the kingdom of hell with a lit facade, as if the sun touched it even just for a mere moment.

A knock on the door, along with the rapid shift of weight in your bed distracts you from proceeding to admire the snow. Lucifer has rose up from his seat to open the door to his annoyed looking little brother.

"Breakfast is r-ready." Mammon mumbles through his teeth, eyes not leaving Lucifer's persistent, almost stern gaze. "So don't make me wait for you, human." he mutters, almost offended at the inaudible exchange of possession before he walks away.

"Ignore him." You open your mouth to protest but Lucifer cut your worries short, not letting you utter a single syllable over someone who isn't him. With one swift move he ushers you out of bed, gesturing towards your closet. "Now wear something warmer and come down, will you love?"

A few moments later and you were already making your way to the dining hall, wrapped in a snug jacket. Who would believe that hell could get chilly?

"Good morning, Henry!" Leviathan cheers, causing the rest of his brothers to raise their eyes from their plates and disengage in a dull conversation. You were frankly quite surprised not to have heard endless bickering first thing in the morning.

"Good morning, y/n. Did you sleep well?" Satan greets, making the realization sink as soon as your eyes glide past his shoulders.

"Satan what are you w-"

"Not. One word. Please." His frown was enough to make you bite your tongue, holding in your reaction that tilted between cooing and straight up laughing. His usual green sweater was replaced with another green, itchy looking sweater that was decorated with cats playing under what seemed to be a Christmas tree. Dare you say, the kind of neon green that would make someone like Satan want to gauge their eyes out before wearing. His gaze meets you, as if begging you to ignore it and just sit down instead, but you make the mistake of taking a note of the other brothers, and their sweaters.

"Diavolo..." Mammon was the first one to break the awkward silence, earning a sigh from the rest at the mention of the demon prince's name alone. "It was his idea, he wanted us to feel the Christmas spirit, so he bought these and asked us to wear them, y'know?"

"More like threatened us to-" Belphegor adds, tugging in dismay at the magenta sweater that covers his upper body, one that features a small cow snoozing under yet another Christmas tree. "We thought we could make Beel eat them to get rid of them, but Lucifer mentioned that Diavolo was actually so excited for this idea that he ordered them himself from Akuzon instead of letting Barbatos do it. And then, he accidentally ordered a hundred pieces of each sweater instead of just one." The others nodded in agreement, hoping you could spare them the shame and avoid the topic for the rest of breakfast.

"Come on guys, cheer up. These sweaters are actually kind of cute. Apart for the... daring colors, maybe." You choose your words wisely, but it doesn't stop Asmodeus from dramatically standing up from his seat and protest. "This is a disaster, y/n. How can I walk around RAD wearing this, and ruin my fashionista reputation?" Asmodeus huffs. "And besides, this isn't even my size." He sits back down with a pout, sticking his fork at the untouched food on his plate.

"Wait." Your attention then shift to Lucifer, who's wearing his regular uniform. "How come Lucifer isn't wearing any sw-"

"Did you all finish your breakfast? We're going to be late." Once again cutting you off, he exhorts you. "Assuming Beel hasn't wiped the refrigerator clean yet, I suggest you stop by the kitchen and grab yourself your breakfast to go. You aren't exempted from your duties as a student. Are we clear?" and with that, he leaves the room.

"A whole one eighty from this morning ain't it?" Mammon scoffs before grabbing his bag, shrugging as he reveals his sparkling, golden, sequins filled sweater. "I've worn worse for some grim, kinda like it actually. Reminds me of my precious goldy. Now let's get going human."

Once you step foot outside the house of lamentation, your mind abandons any memory of the ruckus that took place earlier. You pile your hand through the snow, the cold sensation making your fingers tingle as your face light up with joy.

"Is it the same as the snow in the human world?" Satan inquires, grinning at your child like enthusiasm.

"Does it taste the same?" Beelzebub adds as Belphegor holds him back from shovelling a pile of snow into his mouth.

"Oh no. So many normies- someone hide me!" Leviathan rushes behind you as many students start gathering around the group, their D.D.Ds drawn out to document the brothers' latest fashion choice.

"Ah, you made it! And you all look lovely!" Diavolo makes way through the crowd to greet the siblings, eyes twinkling at the sight of them wearing the sweaters he hand picked just for them. But his smile is wiped out as soon as he starts head counting. "Where is Lucifer, though? Is he already inside?" Diavolo then orders the crowd to dispel and wonders off to look for him, but not before he ensures you he had ordered one more sweater, just for you.

"Well, I better head off to class then." You exchange pitying looks with the brothers, addressing the fact you're about to suffer the same fate, before you separate.

While walking, you pass by a vacant classroom and you swear that you hear someone sighing. 'Is it one of those ghosts the demons keep mentioning?' You think to yourself. You decide to quietly nudge the door open and peek inside, but what you believed is going to be an indtimidating encounter with a spirit was actually making you work really hard to hold in your laughter as to not blow your cover.

Lucifer is sitting on the classroom's floor, dressed in a fleecy, fuzzy looking, light blue sweater that is adorned with the cutest, fluffiest sheep. His expression is leaning between anger and pure despair, while he curses under his breath, yanking at the soft fabric as if it would magically rip apart.

"Sadly, Diavolo mentioned the sweaters are made of hell-wool, a material that is purely impossible to cut. Not even by the strongest demons in the devildome." You enter the room and close the door behind you, offering a bashful smile to a panic ridden Lucifer on the ground. He sighs, admitting defeat as he's unable to hide what you had already seen. "Stupid, stupid sweater." He snarls, almost inaudibly, but loud enough so you can hear the agony in his tone.

You take a seat next to him on the floor and lean your head on his shoulder, snuggling into the fluffy garment and nuzzling your nose onto it. "I like it." You declare. "It's like cuddling with a cloud."

"I'm not sure whether I should be offended, y/n." Lucifer exhales, but gives in to your affection rather quickly, sliding his arm to wrap around you and pull you closer. "But I suppose- if you find it comforting, maybe I won't attempt to thoroughly destroy it the second Diavolo allows us to take these off."

[little-shrimpp]

Brothers + The Royals as coordinator of Beel's fangol team supporters

a/n : SORRY I'M BUSY WITH MY REAL LIFE AKSBAKAB. I have inspired by my school that support my basketball team on DBL East Java (I'm Indonesian Imaomao). It's a lot fun and i imagine 'what if they support fangol team on match' so here i am! Hope u enjoy my blog

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Fangol team have their tournament soon, so Diavolo and others want supporting them especially Beel at stadium. So everyone without Beel have a meeting when he has practice with his team

Diavolo : So i ask you all to coordinating as fangol team supporters. I can't belive that Belphegor made the proposal secretly and gave it to me.

Belphegor : Lord Diavolo, i told you that it's a secret. So you can't tell others like that!

Mammon : Aww look at our cute lil' brother!

Belphegor : Shut up Mammon!

Asmo : Don't be shy Belphie! We know you love all of your brothers.

Belphegor : I said shut up!

Lucifer : Cut it off. Now what do we need for supporting?

Satan : Based on book that i read, we need person who directing the whole supporters and person who holding flags. For material, we need banner and flags. Maybe a megaphone.

Levi : We can make banner of RAD like 'My crush is a football player so i support him and surprisingly he has crush on me so he ask me to be his boyfriend after his winning'

Barbatos : So we can leave banner and flags design to Leviathan?

Satan : Nope.

Levi : Whyyy?? Because i'm a useless otaku and can do nothing but watching anime?

Lucifer : You will make banner and flags bassed on Hana Ruri's colors. Am i right?

Levi : A-ahaha.

Asmo : Leave it to me! How about i'm designing the whole banner and flags and Levi sewing it? It using RAD colors right?

Barbatos : Yes. I can give you the color pallete for those.

Asmo : Thank you Barbatos. I love you!

Lucifer : Ehem! How about jerseys?

Belphie : They need new jersey for update their jerseys name and number.

Mammon : It will be a hectic week for ya~

Levi : Shut up Mammon.

Diavolo : How about the individual task?

Satan : Mammon it's a perfect role for the director of the whole supporter.

Mammon : Of course you can leave it to The Great Mammon!

Asmo : The reason he choose you because you like a monkey that escaped from it's cage

Mammon : DON'T DARE YA! You not thinkin' like that right, Belphie?

Belphie : You look more like wild monkey

Mammon : /sad mammon noice

Lucifer : How about Asmo join Mammon too? The rest can holding the flags.

Levi : Wait for a minute! We need 4 people for raising the flags??

Asmo : One for RAD logo, one for fangol team logo, two for RAD supporter logo, and one banner. Right?

Belphie : Why do we need two flags for RAD supporter logo?

Asmo : Do you want the flag to be different? What other school say? "Hey look at RAD School, their flags is different! I heard they're 7 ruler of hell and future demon king son. How dumb they are!" You want they say like that?

Belphegor : I don't care.

Asmo : But i care! So we need four flags for the RAD shake.

Levi : How about the banner? Do we set it on supporter seat or what?

Diavolo : How about the rest of supporter hoalding the flags? So they can se our banner from far.

Barbatos : Good idea my lord. Do we need megaphone for Mammon and Asmodeus?

Mammon : I don't need those. How about ya'?

Asmo : I need it! I can't scream out loud in a long time, sorry for bother you Barbie~

Barbatos : With my pleasure Asmo, and don't call me Barbie if you don't want end in that room.

Mammon : WAIT IT'S CANON?! THAT YA' USE IT FOR TORTURIN' PEOPLE??

Levi : This scumbag..

Satan : Don't blame us if you end up in that room.

Lucifer : EHEM. So let's crosscheck it. Mammon and Asmo will direct all supporter. I, Levi, Satan, and Belphie will hoalding the flags. Asmo make flags and banner design and Levi will sew it with the jersey too.

Diavolo : I can help Mammon and Asmo if i don't have any job!

Barbatos : I will help Leviathan if i have done my duty.

Leviathan : THANK YOU BARBATOS!! Oh right, when Beel and his team having match?

Belphegor : 1 month and a half

Leviathan : Thanks Diavolo. You guys owe me TSL merch.

Mammon : Right right..

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sorry if it's very vague 😁🙏 i wanna posting abt obey me imagines that related with Detective universe. Have a nice day all!

[inhuman-obey-me]

Excuse me! it’s just me, this blog’s stalker because your works amazing. I kinda am in love with your demon’s nature series. I if I could request something. Could you possible do MC seeing the brothers do something that is “demonic”. Similar to what happens in the series. Thank you!!!!

Hello!! Haha, thank you -- we’re so glad you like our content! ;u;

And I’m glad that you enjoy the Demon’s Nature series! It’s been a lot of fun to write.

Sorry this took a bit! I wasn’t sure if you wanted this to be something with one of the brothers or all of them, so I ended up doing little short blurbs for each of the brothers and MC accidentally catching them doing something demonic/violent. Tried to keep them all pretty short, which was hard.

[Mod Cosmos]

MC accidentally catching the Demon Brothers being Demonic/Violent

content warning: blood/gore, body horror (especially in Beel’s), and general violence

Note: This is through the perspective of an MC that knows that the demons do their thing, but perhaps doesn't want to see it happening in front of them.

LUCIFER

You were supposed to go shopping together after meetings for the day were finished, and he had told you to just wait an additional thirty minutes so that he could finish up some business. Thirty minutes passed, but there was still no word from him, so you decide you’ll go and see what was holding that workaholic up. You soon realize that was a mistake.

You hear muffled cries, and a familiar deep voice. Cautiously, you approach the source of these sounds -- a room located off a dark corridor. You didn’t think there were any classrooms here, and your curiosity got the better of you -- so you approach the door, peeking through the crack. You recognize the intimidating silhouette and --- there’s blood. There was another figure in the room, their body limp on the ground in a puddle of red, the mighty first-born’s claws tearing through flesh. A loss of balance in your surprise results in you tumbling into the room, earning a sharp turn from Lucifer, whose crimson eyes were wide in surprise. His wings spread out to try and shield the unsavory scene from you.

“MC, you were supposed to wait for me.” His voice is stern, but there’s a gentleness to it. He sees the queasy look on your face, and decides he can put this torment to an end. With a swift motion, he fully blocks your line of sight before slitting the lesser demon’s throat. He then turns back to you, lightly embracing your body with black feathers. His voice is soft as he did not want to frighten you. “I’m sorry, you weren’t supposed to see that. Let’s get you home, shall we? I’ll make you some tea.”

MAMMON

It had just been a scratch. A low-level demon had taken a swipe at you in passing, but hadn’t been able to cut too deep. Mammon insisted he was just running off to get a bandaid after you insisted he didn’t need to go after the other demon. He said that he’d be right back--”I’m just gettin’ a bandage, I swear!”-- and told you not to move an inch. But this bandage quest was taking longer than it should have, so you go after him, pressing a loose cloth against your wound. And there he was, having cornered the offending demon. He seems to be staking the demon in the arm with a sharp metal object, speaking in a tongue you couldn’t understand.

You hadn’t even realized you had dropped the Majolish bag from your hand, not until it hit the ground with a thud and Mammon whipped around to see you there. A flash of guilt appears on his features, his eyes going between you and the lowly demon. He drops them, though he can’t resist one more swift kick to their chest before running back to you.

“I told ya I’d be right back!” He’s about to cup your face in his hands, but retracts them as he realizes they’re covered in blood. “Uh, okay, let’s go get that,” he motions to your injury, “...taken care of, yeah?” He mumbles a sorry as he picks up the bag you dropped before ushering you away from the scene, promising he’d do whatever he needed to do to make up for having to witness it.

LEVIATHAN

You’re browsing games at a shop, having tagged along with Leviathan who had been raving about a new release. At one point, however, Leviathan had vanished from your side. You now realize it’s been … quite some time, actually. You wander about the store, unable to find him anywhere. Did he step outside? You decide to check, missing the anxious glance from the clerk behind the counter.

You hear some sounds from the alley by the shop. Is that … someone choking? Worried, you round the corner to make sure whoever it was is okay -- only to see the one doing the strangling was Leviathan himself. He had his tail tightly wrapped around the other demon’s throat, and … what, what was that inky substance leaking from their eyes? Leviathan caught your shadow against the alley wall, turning to you with a slightly panicked look.

“M-MC!” His tail quickly slithered off and away from the demon’s throat, leaving them to collapse to the ground. He’s suddenly at your side, hands on your shoulders as he turns you around and makes you walk out of the alley with him, murmuring something about how the venom will take care of the rest. “S-sorry about that, MC. You look a little sick … let’s get that game and go home and play, okay?”

SATAN

You had been ambling through an aisle in the grand Royal Library, wondering what random book you should pick up next to flip through idly. Satan had wanted to spend a quiet day reading and studying together, to which you readily obliged. But it was easy to forget just how large the Royal Library was -- what floor were you on again? -- and you wonder if you should head back to where the two of you had set up. Then you suddenly hear a distant crash. It seemed to be coming from one of the meeting rooms at the back, and you couldn’t help but want to take a peek to see what had happened.

“Fuck you!” You knew that voice, and you knew that anger. There was a muffled yell, and what sounded like shattering glass. Then there’s a chilling, mocking laughter, and you can feel the goosebumps starting to cover your skin. You nervously approach the slightly ajar door, and there he is, his tail impaling another demon with its sharp ridges. Oh, there is fury burning in those eyes -- ones that shift to land on you, and that glowing fury is replaced with exasperation.

“MC!” Your name comes out as a hiss, but he quickly tosses the other demon, slamming them into the wall. “You…” He’s unsure what to say, his wrath calming at the sight of you, especially with that look on your face. “I … I’m sorry, I just had to take care of something. Please, let’s go. We can talk about this later.”

ASMODEUS

The music is loud, the drinks are pouring, and you’re having an absolutely wonderful night out clubbing with Asmodeus. You were returning from the bar with two drinks in hand for the both of you, thanking one of the security guards on your way for managing the crowd of fans that had now dispersed, only to find that Asmodeus was not to be found at your table. He had left a note-- “BRB! ♡”--with lipstick on a napkin. You waited, sipping your drink as you demon watched from your seat. Some time passes, and you realize you’ve finished your drink a bit more quickly than intended. There’s still no sign of him, so you might as well go get another.

On the way to the bar, however, you pass by what you assumed was the hall to the restrooms, and you hear a desperate “I’m sorry!” cutting through the heavy bass. Should you be concerned? Well, you decide to at least be nosy, so you slip into the hall to see what was going on -- and are met with the sight of Asmodeus holding a heart he had carved out of some poor demon’s chest. In your shock, your empty glass slips through your fingers and crashes to the floor, earning your demon’s attention.

“Oh, MC!” Despite his surprise to see you, he gives you a smile -- one that gives you chills as you see blood spattered on his face. “Ah, what a mess…” He lets the lesser demon slide to the floor, debating on what to do with the organ in hand, but hides it behind his back for now, coming over to place a quick kiss on your cheek. “Sorry about that, darling. I’m just going to go clean up, so wait for me at the table, ‘kay?”

BEELZEBUB

You had agreed to go with him to Madame Scream’s after finishing up classes for the day, but he was running late. He’s not picking up any calls, either, so you decide to go to where his last class would have been -- maybe they were just running way over, and he hadn’t realized the time? The hall is quiet, and you end up reaching an empty classroom. Walking back out, you decide to try calling him again. Ring, ring. After a moment, you realize you can hear Beelzebub’s ringtone in the distance, and you follow your ears to where his D.D.D. and ultimately he himself must be.

You weren’t prepared for what you saw next. A head of bright orange hair buried in a lesser demon’s abdomen, the sound of squelching and slurping from his feasting sounding so much more insidious than usual.

“Beel!” You can’t help but cry out his name in shock, which causes him to jolt upright -- with intestines still hanging from his mouth. Oh, you were going to be sick …

“MC … sorry, Lucifer always says I need to work on my table manners … “ He gulps down what was left hanging, but his eyes widen when it registers just who caught him in the act. “Oh, uh, guess that’s not the point, huh … “ He sheepishly wipes at his mouth with some torn cloth that you can only assume came from his victim, standing up and walking around to block your view of the mangled body. “I’ll clean this up, and then … well, we can do whatever you want to do. Sorry, MC …”

BELPHEGOR

You’re looking around for where Belphegor could possibly be napping. Beelzebub had to go to Fangol practice and asked that you make sure his twin got home, as he had seemed even more tired today than usual. He’s not in the Western Courtyard, so you head to the Southern Courtyard next. You think you remember him saying that was one of his favorite spots…

You perk up as you spot the ever-familiar cow patterned pillow, but you fail to see the demon that was usually attached to it. Peering around the area, worry starts to set in -- and then you hear a scream. It certainly didn’t belong to Belphegor, but the gears in your mind start turning and you run to where the scream came from. Of course, no one else was around here -- it wasn’t the busiest area on campus in the first place. Turning a corner, you see just what you feared -- Belphegor had his claws at another demon’s throat, his barbed tail wrapped around their body and squeezing them tight. You feel weak, the scenario a bit too close for comfort as you recall what he had done to you in the past.

“MC?” Belphegor turned to see you, his eyes wide. He must have sensed your presence at some point, or maybe your heart was pounding much louder than you realized. He drops the other demon, growling something you can’t make out to them, and then slowly approaches you. He sees you tense up, causing him to stop in his tracks. He averts his gaze, not wanting to meet your eyes as he tries to figure out what to say. “I just … had to deal with something. You … you can head on home first, if you want. I understand.”

[astaroth1357]

How the Brothers Wake Up the MC

And now the adjusting to my new life begins! Even this took me some time to do because my mind/body is trying to get accustomed to all the new sights and sensations around me. So many naps... I started like 5 WIPs and can’t seem to finish them yet, so please be patient with me. I’m sure my mojo will come back as soon as I’m more at home with this place. Probably.

Lucifer

Normally: Usually wakes up before they do so he rouses them gently by tapping their shoulder and whispering their name. A fairly pleasant wake-up.

In Urgency: That tapping on their shoulder becomes a pretty violent shaking and he’s now barking their name rather than whispering… Such a pity...

To Be Sweet: Stays in bed with them, pulls them close while pressing a kiss onto their forehead and cheeks. Moves down to their lips once he notices them stirring.

To Be An Ass: 100% the kind of guy to get an ice-cold washcloth and flop it on the back of their neck if he has to. Does it to Mammon all the time.

Mammon

Normally: “Oi MC!! Up and att’em!!” Loud. Very loud. Pulls on their arms until they’re sitting up. A very obnoxious wake-up...

In Urgency: Even LOUDER, sometimes he’ll even kick open their door if he has to. Literally yanks them out of bed and starts dragging them along, their thoughts on the matter be damned.

To Be Sweet: If he’s laying next to them, he’ll suddenly pull them on top of him and tickle/cuddle them awake. If he’s not in the bed, he’ll crawl in next to them and whisper cute nonsense in their ear until they shut him up with a kiss.

To Be An Ass: Jumps on the bed and pelts them with pillows.

Leviathan

Normally: Very reluctant to actually wake them up so he’ll just let them sleep more often than not. If they want to get up with Levi around, they’ll just have to set an alarm to do it.

In Urgency: Very insistent shaking and whispers. If they’re a really heavy sleeper then he may pull them up with his tail while squishing their cheeks until they open their eyes.

To Be Sweet: Cuddles them close and buries his face in their chest or shoulder while murmuring their name again and again. May try to press a kiss or two on their neck or cheek if he’s feeling daring, but then the heat from his cheeks alone will definitely do the rest of the work for him.

To Be An Ass: Unplugs his headphones to whatever he’s playing and lets them wake up to the blaring sounds of monstrous roars and/or gunfire.

Satan

Normally: Very gentle with them, usually takes one of their hands and kisses their knuckles while stroking their cheek. Practically a fairytale wake-up, really.

In Urgency: Doesn’t so much as wake them as he just picks them up and starts carrying them wherever they need to be. If it’s an emergency, Satan has little patience to spare. Get up. Now.

To Be Sweet: His normal wake-up is already sweet but turns that up to eleven when he actually gets talking. Sweet nothings for days, all purred in that soothing tenor of his...

To Be An Ass: Has woken them up by flipping over the mattress before, but will only do so when supremely peeved.

Asmodeus

Normally: Wouldn’t dare ruin someone’s beauty sleep! He lets them wake up naturally whenever possible. If he must wake them then he does so as gently as possible, maybe even using strong but nicely scented smelling salts.

In Urgency: Yeaaah screw all that natural wake-up crap. If he has to get them up quick he’s loud and forceful, right behind Mammon. If he’s getting them up this way then ought to be for a very good reason, so don’t take it personally if he gets a little snippy.

To Be Sweet: Litters their face in kisses and ghosts his fingertips over their sides just feel them and give a bit of a tickle. Lots of giggling and nuzzles throughout.

To Be An Ass: Very rarely wakes them up this way, but will sometimes play a very raunchy song on his phone and put it up to their ear just to see if he can get them to wake up all blushy.

Beelzebub

Normally: As kind to them as he tends to be with Belphie, just with more success. Light shakes to the shoulder and says their name, but not too loud. Pretty standard, but not a terrible wake-up.

In Urgency: Another one to just pick them up and carry them. If they need a change of clothes, he’ll snag that too, but changing can happen later. Moving happens now. He’s at least kind enough not to shock them awake in the process...

To Be Sweet: Brings them breakfast in bed and waves the food under their nose until they wake up. May kiss them too to speed the process along (or else he’ll eat it all himself).

To Be An Ass: Never. … Well, his stomach may wake them up if he gets too hungry, but that’s hardly his fault now is it?

Belphegor

Normally: Pffffffffft…. Belphie wake them up? Wow, that’s a good one!! Get one thing straight, it’s normally the other way around and if he does have to wake them up he’ll just curl up in bed next to them. Get an alarm clock.

In Urgency: Grabs them by the foot and drags them out of bed. Sometimes has the courtesy to put a blanket or something under them so they don’t get a carpet burn but don’t hold your breath.

To Be Sweet: The sweetest he gets is just letting them sleep, sometimes he’ll trace their cheeks with his fingertips or leave soft pecks over their closed eyes but he never intends to wake them. His goal is to join them in bed soon enough, after all.

To Be An Ass: If they get to sleep and he doesn’t, he’ll feel jealous and bang on pots and pans to wake them up. Always meets their angry glare with a shit-eating grin on his face...

[voltagesmutter]

The Second Cumming.

Fandom: Obey Me Pairing: Lucifer x MC x Diavolo, Satan x MC x Belphegor, Leviathan x MC x Simeon, Amso x MC, Asmo x MC x Solomon, Mammon x MC x Beelzebub. (Female MC). Warnings: Threesome’s, Female heat, Mild Dubcon, Voyeurism, Mild Exhibitionism, Toy use, Oral, vaginal, anal penetration. Squirting, Double Penetration, mild Yaoi, Polyamorous relationship. Notes: The Dickening Part 2. The biggest thank you to @theshove​ for having so much faith with me for this piece. Not only for your generous donation but also for beta-ing the whole piece within a day! And also to @theinariakuma​ for all your love and support. Also thank you to all those who donated for early release as well and all your wonderful feedback. 💛 Tagging: @starry-starry-night24​, @0-miles-away​, @pixiestick0924, @iloveobeyme, @ghoulgirlradio, @raymiazaki. 

“Just five more minutes,” she whined, pulling the red bed covers over her head.

“You said this five minutes ago, and five before that, and five before that,” a deep voice answered above the sound of metal hooks clinking as curtains were thrown open, letting light flood into the room.

“But Lucifer!” She whined once more in protest, squeezing her eyes shut, trying her best to attempt to block out the beams of light shining through the covers.

“No buts,” Lucifer huffed, attaching his cloak to his shirt in the golden framed mirror beside the bed. “You promised Solomon you would-“ The end of his sentence was cut off by the bedroom door being slammed wide open. 

“Lucifer! Beel ate my lizard custard slice!” Mammon came storming in, huffing with rage and disturbing the peace.

“Oh lord Diavolo give me strength,” Lucifer sighed as Beel came bounding in after him. 

“He took my money to gamble at that tournament! He owes me more than a lizard slice!” The ginger haired brother took a few paces into the room. 

“Lucifer, there’s no food! That big oaf must have eaten everything again in the night!” Satan tutted, walking straight into the back of someone. Not realising that the broad back he’d just walked into belonged to Beel, the big oaf he was talking about. 

“Hey I didn’t touch a thing! And who are you calling oaf, scrawny bookworm!” Beel towered over Satan as he turned around, prodding a finger into his chest. 

“Boys, don’t start!” Lucifer growled as both Satan and Beel transformed into their demon forms, Satan glaring up at Beel. 

“My grimm’s on Beel,” Mammon laughed, sitting down on Lucifer's bed as a squeal rang out.

“Mammon you idiot!” The young girl threw the covers off her head, making Mammon freeze in mid air after realising he had sat on her. 

“Shit-I- I’m sorry, I didn’t see ya! Shouldn’t be sneaking up on the Great Mammon like that,” Mammon’s facing blushed red as he quickly stood up. 

“Hey, what’s all the noise?” Belphegor and Levi ran from their rooms into Lucifer's. Lucifer sighed and covered his face with one hand. Just once he wanted a quiet and peaceful morning without the shenanigans of his younger siblings. 

“Tough guy here thinks he can chat shit as always,” Beel hissed, staring down Satan, whose tail flickered feistily into the air. 

“Oh, morning boys!” Asmo chirped as he walked past, sporting only a small thong and a half done up silk robe. “Has anyone seen sweetie, I need her opinion and she’s not in her room.” He pouted softly before his eyes fell onto the girl in Lucifer's bed. “Ah there you are! Now come on you,” he cooed, pushing past his brothers with little regard for their problems and tugging her hand.

“Wait- Asmo! I’m not dressed!” She squealed, attempting to clutch the sheets to her naked body but, as Asmo pulled her, the sheets fell and she stumbled forward off the bed. Her nightie lay bunched on the floor from her previous night with Lucifer and all eyes fell on her. The arguments and squabbles from moments ago became lost in translation as seven sets of eyes travelled over her, all of their pacts visible in different locations, with Satan’s and Beel’s radiating due to them being in demon form and giving a glow to her skin. 

Ever since helping them with their heats, she and the brothers had come to love each other, creating a relationship between all of them and the human. Each getting private and shared alone time with her, all of them giving her their heart and hers to them. 

“You know, I’m not hungry for food anymore,” Satan smirked as he turned his body to face her, taking a few steps forward only to be held back by Beel.

“Fat chance. I’m the one for gluttony, I need to eat more importantly,”.

“Beel move, you're blocking the view.” Levi entered and pushed Beel out of the way, sending the biggest of the brothers flying into Mammon.

“Hey! Watch it! These treads were expensive!” Mammon growled as Beel stepped on his white shoes. 

“Right! Out! All of you out!” Lucifer finally snapped, bending down and handing the girl her clothes. “School is in an hour. I want all of you ready to go by then I have an important meeting with Diavolo and, as we are all aware, our little dove is meeting with Solomon.” 

“I- um,” The girl blushed as she threw on her clothes, all of the brothers sending her a confused expression. “I’m helping Solomon with a birth-control potion.” The pill she was currently taking was in short supply and since condoms broke left, right and centre with the brothers - the dick game was too strong - this seemed their only viable option. 

-

“So this,” Solomon was holding up a vial in his hand, the gold shimmers twisting in the light of the open window, “is just a tester. Its effects will last a few days, just to trial how it gets on.” In one hand was a gold vial with shimmers, in the other a gold vial with dark blue swirls. “I’ve perfected the ingredients; it works similar to human contraception, just in liquid form. Everything regulates the same. To test its success you should bleed in a week's time. If all is in order I can produce a bigger batch which will last you roughly twenty one days. if you wish to not continue with periods then you can take another one straight after.” 

“And what is this one?” She pointed to the potion with deep blue hues in his other hand. She’d grown close to Solomon over her time here, becoming close friends with the slightly perverted sorcerer. 

“The same; both are made from the same batch, only this contains fairy dust which enhances the aphrodisiac hormones.” A ‘birth-control viagra for women’ as he had once put it. Pumped full of ovulation hormones to increase sex drive without fear of risk. 

“Okay, so do I just take it now or…?” she asked as she took the potion from his hand. It was the same potion she’d used during the brothers’ heat, only this was longer lasting with regard to time and helped to regulate the hormones inside her body. 

“Yes, take it all. You won’t feel any different,” he assured with a slightly sweet smile, a smile he only kept for her. Without thinking she knocked the golden liquid back, humming at the sweet taste of honey, as silk liquid dripped down the back of her throat. 

“You are an angel!” She smiled sweetly, pressing a kiss to his cheek and the vial back in his hand. “I can’t stay for much longer; I have a meeting with Diavolo and Lucifer I must attend. Are you sure there is nothing I can do to thank you for your help?”. 

The sorcerer sighed and rolled his eyes, she always did this. Offering a thank you for his assistance. “As I’ve told you before, the thank you is you letting me test out the potions on you.” ‘A real-life guinea pig’, he’d once teased her with. 

“Well, I must dash. I’ll see you soon, okay?” She waved as she picked up her satchel before leaving purgatory hall and headed back to R.A.D. She’d never understood the twisted rumours she had heard about Solomon. He was always so sweet and pleasant to her. Although he could be mocking and demeaning at times, his words seemed more of a false threat than anything more. But his actions towards her were always soft and gentle.

As she walked back with a little skip in her step, Solomon turned back to his book upon the table. It was open to the page where the instructions for making his potions lay. He’d skimmed over the ingredients as he made it, as he had to make some minor adjustments. Golden Hell Fire Newt Syrup was required, a vital ingredient, but notorious for being an aphrodisiac for demons if they came into contact with it. Even the residue from the bottle on her lips would set off intense lust inside a demon if she was to kiss them - and Solomon knew this was a contraception potion. She would most definitely be doing more than just kissing her demon lovers. He had to add in a set of ingredients to hold back the effects on demons so that this would only have effect on a human system. He didn’t dare risk sending the brothers into an accidental heat; he had heard from her (and Asmo) the extent of what had happened during their heat only a few weeks ago and couldn’t bear the thought of putting the poor girl through it again after she’d had such a short time to recover. 

Only he didn’t notice an error in his work until it was too late...

“Once the liquid has cooled, add a few drops of blue fairy dust - check. To neutralize the effects of the Golden Hell Fire Newt Syrup… oh,” Solomon stopped as he read out the remainder of the listing ingredients. “Well then… doesn’t this make for an interesting turn of events.” A dark smile grimacing over his face. 

-

“Darling.” Lucifer smiled to see her walk into Diavolos' office, her uniform in perfect condition and hair without a single strand out of place. He beamed with pride at how beautifully she represented the school. 

“Hi, sorry I’m late.” She smiled back with a faint blush as Lucifer pressed a kiss to her cheek. She brushed a piece of hair behind her ear as she sat beside Lucifer on the opposite side of Diavolos' desk. Dia felt the corners of his mouth twitch upwards, seeing the pair so smitten with each other, the glancing looks of admiration shared between them. He was more than glad to see his old friend so happy, even if it wasn’t with him… But that part of their relationship had ended many centuries ago out of fear of the council; Lucifer had refused to put Dia’s claim to the throne at jeopardy. Diavolo had never found a lover since. There had been the occasional one night stand before but nothing more serious than that. The council would be infuriated to find out about his past with Lucifer and his nightly activities with others. He’d thought Lucifer would never find another either, with the years he had spent alone and unloved. But then a ray of hope came into his life with the young girl opening up her heart to him and his brothers. Whilst Diavolo watched from the side lines, longing to be a part of it all as he, too, found himself purely intoxicated with the young female and wanted nothing more to have a stake of claim to her heart.

“____, it’s a pleasure as always,” Dia greeted her with a nod. “To continue from where we were…”

Diavolo carried on their conversation, about how well the exchange program was going and how she was receiving some of the best grades to be seen from pupils. All was going well, until she felt it.

At first it was just the normal burn. She knew sometimes it happened, a faint ovulation feeling. She didn't mind. But her eyes kept drifting over the two demons. She found her mouth going dry as she admired Diavolo, his strong arms... his general size. He and Beel were the largest men she knew. She wondered if-- Nope. She had to stop that right there. "A-ah Lucifer. I think we need to go." Her voice was meek, arousal getting worse the longer she was in the room with two extremely attractive demons. However, golden eyes were locked on her, and she was squirming. 

"My dear, the meeting isn't over. We'll go once it is over."

“Lucifer... we really need to go.” Heat was rising amongst her cheeks, her fingers grasping the pleated edge of her uniform skirt. Every nerve in her body flooded, pulsing alive with arousal and a pool of liquid flushed between her thighs. The more she looked between the demons, one her superior, the other one of her pacted seven lovers. “Please.” 

“My dove,“ Lucifer had started, a little huff of annoyance which peaked into curiosity at her soft whimper at him placing his hand on her thigh. His words pulled her away from her stare at Diavolo, crimson eyes meeting her lustful gaze. 

“Lucifer-“ She was unable to stop her thighs parting slightly at the contact of his palm upon her thigh. The scent of her arousal grew thick in the air, hitting Lucifer instantly, him now realising the need of her pleas. And just as he was about to offer his hand to leave, a low growl came from the other side of the desk. Diavolo was not about to let this opportunity pass him by.

The look from Diavolo made her legs spread wider, her cheeks flushed red as she let out a short gasp. Her fingers reached to her side as she grasped the edge of her chair, both of the demon's eyes focusing on the rise of her skirt up her bare thigh and the straining of her nipples against the thin material of her bra and shirt. She looked desperate, felt desperate and just ached to be filled. A small ‘please’ mustered, not directly speaking to Lucifer but to both of them.

-

“I can’t wait until we get home.” As she began unbuttoning her shirt, the white of her bra peeked through, showing the fullness of her breasts. Any sense of shame had left her body, the only thing on her mind right now was to be ruthlessly taken and to quench this burning desire between her thighs. Lucifer had objected at first, but with how strong her scent was, he knew it would be a risk to get her home as any demon within a few meters radius would be able to catch her scent. A scent that was meant only for him and his brothers. 

“You can have my office…” Diavolo had gestured, feeling sorry for the poor girl, having to watch her become undone so quickly. But as he walked past to offer them some space, her arm quickly caught his and a small doting look from her with the word, ‘Stay’ pushed him over the edge. 

-

“Ngh- Dia!”.

A low chuckle came from the prince as he shifted slightly, tongue moving from her dripping clit to tease where her and Lucifer met. Lucifer was just as sensitive as he remembered. Whilst his mouth moved to capture his balls, Lucifer let out a deep hiss as his fingers gripped tightly onto the girls waist, Diavolos fingers continuing to tease their sticky meeting and her clit for the additional stimulation. The additional stimulation she had begged for.

Diavolo lay on his desk, his head close to hanging off the side whilst she hovered above him on all fours, his cock buried deep inside her mouth - well what she could take anyway - whilst her hand worked the rest of him. Lucifer stood behind her, impaling her onto his cock as he took her deep and fast, giving her exactly what she needed right now. Both Dia and Lucifer working together to bring her to climax after climax, each one melting into the next. Diavolo having to hold himself back a little every now and then, wanting nothing more than to bury himself in both of them and leave them in a heaving pool of his mess. But now wasn’t the time for that.

“Ah… ah! Diavolo!” she whimpered, her voice an octave higher than normal as one hand dug her nails into his thigh. The feeling of Lucifer fucking her with the touches of Diavolo on her clit and folds was too much, sending her barrelling into another high. 

“Good girl,” Diavolo cooed, pulling his mouth from Lucifer’s balls to lap up the wetness that had drenched his cock each time he pulled out. “I believe it’s your turn now,”. Champagne orbs glistened but were missed by Lucifer as he clenched his eyes shut and let his jaw tense as the teasing actions of Diavolo. 

“N-not yet Dia- focus on her first,” he grunted, snapping his hips quickly against hers as Diavolo’s mouth was once again on him, sucking in a motion that made the heat pool like a volcano ready to erupt at any given second. He needed Diavolo to stop now or it would be over and she was clearly far from being spent from the way she glanced over her shoulder and begged for more with the little words she could muster.

With a grunt Diavolo pulled himself away, latching his mouth onto her clit and feeling smug at the way she cried out. Her back arched as she clawed at his thighs, almost drawing blood, the weight of her breasts pushing down against his lower stomach was an added sensation in itself. The push and pull of her body rubbed her nipples against his skin, sending vibrations of her moans around Diavolos cock and across his body. 

The wet sounds of slapping skin and Diavolos tongue against her rang through the office, Lucifer having put on an enchantment to block any sound leaving the room so they could attend to her needs without fear, Diavolo in amazement to see how sensitive she was to his touch, how good her essence tasted and just how mind blowing she felt with her lips wrapped around his cock. But, like Lucifer had said, this was about her pleasure and Diavolo didn’t want to blow his load until she was a whimpering mess.

-

“C-close!” High gasps growing louder with each breath, only a few thrusts after her previous orgasm,her walls beginning to tighten once more. Her arms wrapped tightly around Lucifer for support, his hands holding her waist tightly to guide her movements. Lucifer rested on Diavolos desk, her straddling as him as she rocked in his lap with the help of his movement whilst Diavolo pressed against her back, his lips focusing on her neck whilst his hands fondled her breasts. Tweaking her nipples in his index and thumbs, grinding against her behind whilst his cock slid between her thighs. The movement of her rocking, the clench of her thighs and the fleeting contact with Lucifer's cock was enough to keep him on the edge. 

“That’s it princess,” Diavolo whispered softly into her ear, catching her lobe and giving it a gentle tug, his soft words touching her heart. With the little strength she had left, she turned her head, pulling an arm free from Lucifer to grasp the light-red hair and pull his face closer to hers. Her cheeks were flushed red, eyes lost in a galaxy haze, a goddess of lust was all Diavolo could think when he saw her. It was their first kiss, and far from their last, but the softness of it as they melted into each other made her clench tightly over Lucifer. The strong feeling of intimacy and love she shared with the brothers was portrayed with Diavolo as their lips continued to meet. 

And as her climax hit her, she turned back to Lucifer, letting his lips glide over hers as they had done some many times, soft whimpers escaping their kiss, her body convulsing as it curled from the sheer force of her release before slumping against Lucifer’s chest, her thirst quenched and her body exhausted. 

Her raven haired lover pressed a kiss to her temple, pushing her hair which was now stuck to her forehead out of the way and off her face. Diavolo’s hand wrapped around Lucifer’s on her waist, continuing the rocking motion as they both chased their release, Lucifer buried deep inside her and Diavolo snuggly between her thighs. 

“Dia…” Lucifer thrusted up slightly at the feeling of his length pressing against his own each time he pulled out. Crimson eyes met golden over her shoulder as she lay panting against his chest, fingers curling over each other’s and before they knew it both leaned across to exchange a kiss.

A sloppy kiss, tongue and teeth meeting in a passionate exchange. A kiss that hadn’t happened for decades but had never lost its rhythm. A kiss that spoke a thousand words that could never be said out loud. It had been the end of both of them, lips sparking and igniting the fires within. Lucifer spilled deep inside her as Diavolo came upon the top of her thighs, finally marking her skin with his release.

The room fell silent apart from the sound of ragged breaths, the two men pressing their foreheads against her shoulder and back, holding her until her racing heart had finally calmed down.

-

Diavolo had seen them off, Lucifer carrying her to his car before whisking them home after a fleeting exchange of kisses from Diavolo to them both in the privacy of his office. Another demon, only this one being the prince, having stolen her heart. 

“Take care of her,” Diavolo had whispered to his former lover, stroking her hair as she blissfully slept in Lucifer's arms. Her body was exhausted. 

“I always do,” Lucifer gave the faintest of smiles to Diavolo before parting ways, his whole being flooded with pride to have two lovers back in his life. 

Lucifer was ecstatic; nostalgia of feelings came flooding back that he had kept down with Diavolo. But he was also weary. This behaviour from her was completely askew. She’d teased Lucifer before in Diavolo’s and public presence, but never to the extent that she had begged him to take her there and then. Never had she looked so radiant yet so frustrated at the same time. And never had she been so unsatisfied that it had taken a few more rounds than normal to satisfy her. Something was wrong. The only thing Lucifer could think of was that the potion with Solomon had gone wrong and Lucifer needed to get to the bottom of it. 

-

“Lock her in her room. No one is to enter until I get back. Do you understand?” Lucifer asked one final time to Satan and Belphegor, the pair of them sat outside her room. He had tucked her sleeping figure into bed, placing a spell on the door to ensure no one could get in. He needed to ensure first what was happening in case another episode occurred. 

The morning and afternoon had faded by the time their session had ended, meaning Solomon would be finished from his afternoon classes. Unfortunately for Solomon, mixing up the potions would be the least of his troubles as Lucifer pinned him against the wall the second he caught sight of his white hair. 

‘What did you do to her?!” Lucifer hissed, his eyes aglow as he leaned in closer to the young boy's face. 

“Nothing. Nothing I swear,” Solomon was rolling his eyes; he was far from scared of Lucifer and it showed. “Just a little hiccup is all.”.

“Hiccup? Hiccup!” Lucifer mocked, steam ready to pour out of his nose and ears with anger. “She’s like a- like a…”.

“Like a demon in heat?” Solomon prodded the bear with his choice of words. “It’s fine Lucifer, just enjoy the fact she’s going to want to be on your cock endlessly for the next few days.”

A poor choice of words. A very poor choice of words. 

If Lucifer’s anger hadn’t been poured into Satan then the clenched fist slammed directly into the wall would have landed straight on Solomon's face.

“What did you do,boy?” Lucifer raged into demon form, a row of fire lighting up behind him as he towered over Solomon, teeth snaring. The soft Lucifer had vanished. Facing Solomon right now was a beast, a beast that was angry. And for the first time Solomon was scared of the demon facing him.

“A mix up! A mix up, alright? She’s just got more hormones in her body than intended; it will wear off in the next few days but there is nothing I can do to help - it’s Golden Hell Fire Newt Syrup”.

“Golden Hell Fire Newt Syrup? But it didn’t affect me or Di-“ Lucifer stopped his sentence there.

“The potion is neutralised to only affect humans. And since humans don’t have blood like demons, the command won’t work to stop it either…” 

‘So what you’re saying is-” Lucifer grasped his jacket and hoisted him up into the air.

“She’s in her own heat, so my advice to you and the others is to just be prepared and help her because it’s going to be a long ride for her.” With that sentence, Lucifer dropped Solomon to the floor, letting him fall with a thump before racing back to the house of Lamentation. 

-

“Who does he think he is? Barking his commands at us, I swear he- oi! Are you even listening?” Satan punched his younger sibling in the arm. Belphegor, who’d started to fall asleep, slumped against the wall, jolted forward.

“Ay! What’s your problem?” Snarling slightly before pushing the long curve of hair out of his face, he said “We just gotta sit here until Lucifer comes back.” 

Even saying the name of their eldest brother made both of their blood boil. 

“Well anyway, I’m not here on babysitting duty.” Satan took hisD.D.D, turning it off before putting it back in his pocket. “Still got him blocked?”.

“Would you unblock someone who shoved you in an attic?” Belph rolled his eyes.

“Touché,” Satan nodded before pushing himself off the wall. “What do you reckon is wrong with her? She looked wrecked. Reckon something went wrong with Solomon?” 

“I wouldn’t put it past that slimy wizard… No good for nothing-“ Belph muttered before stopping, a noise from inside making them both still. The young girl was calling out for Lucifer in a confused manner, only infuriating the brothers more. 

“Why does Lucifer always get her to himself? Always giving out his commands,” Satan growled as he ran a hand through his hair. “Enough is enough, I’m not listening to his rules. Fuck him.” 

“Hey Satan, you really gonna mess with Lucifer?” Belphegor's eyes lost all sleepiness as they sparkled with mischief.

-

“Lucifer…?” She continued to call out. “Anyone?” She took a few steps outside her room. She knew she had heard voices but to whom they belonged she was unsure. Her bare feet padded along the dark corridor, following the noises that lured her. 

She was pleasantly surprised to find that when she woke up the muscle aches she thought she would have were not there. Something in the potion must work to help soothe her aches. Lucifer had undressed her from her sweat soaked uniform and covered her in her nightie. 

She couldn’t stop the flush of her cheeks after her actions this afternoon; she had felt like she’d lost all control of her body and given into the need of sexual desires - which normally wasn’t a problem, but begging Lucifer and Diavolo to ravage her in the middle of a meeting was a different story. She was searching for Lucifer to apologise for her behaviour, although secretly she knew both of them had enjoyed it just as much as she had. Today had marked a new day for someone to become part of their relationship, from seven lovers to now eight. Knowing Diavolo would not allow this to be a one time thing - which she was rather excited about. 

“Lucifer? Are you in here? I- I wanted to apologise for earlier-“ She knocked on his office door, pausing as she walked in, “Oh.” Her eyes fell on the pair causing havoc in Lucifer’s office.

“Stop being such a sloth! Faster!” Satan was unscrewing the lids of Lucifer's ink bottles before placing them back down, so when Lucifer next used them the ink would most likely spill everywhere.

“I’m going as fast as I can! Stop rushing me!” Belphegor's tongue was sticking out of his mouth in concentration, counting out five sheets before pulling one from the stacking pile of work on the desk. He continued this down until he had a few sheets of paperwork in his hand, meaning every fifth paper from his stack was missing. Both of them were going out of their way to mess with Lucifer in a way they knew would annoy him most. 

“Ah!” Satan squealed to see her standing in the doorway, dropping one of the bottles and sending ink dropping to form a thick black puddle on the carpet. “Oh, it’s you. I thought you were Lucifer.”

“Pft, how does a human girl look anything like Lucifer?” Belph gave her a warm smile and gestured for her to enter properly. “What are you doing out of bed? Lucifer told us to guard you.”

“Guard me?” She laughed, her smiling instantly brightening up their moods. “I just- I wasn’t feeling too well, but I feel better now.” She took a few steps further into Lucifer's office, carefully avoiding the ink stain.

“Good. How did it go with Solomon, kitten? Everything in the clear?” Satan took her hand and pressed a delicate kiss to it. In his moments of affection she really did question how he could be the avatar of wrath.

“All good,” she nodded, letting out a gasp to feel two arms encircle her waist and pull her close.

“That’s great news, because you know,” Belphegor was embracing her to him, his nose tracing over her neck inhaling the delicate scent of lavender and rose from her skin with a low groan, “tonight’s my night with you.” She was glad her face was hidden from view as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Belph was the most affectionate towards her. The sweetest of kisses, the warmest of hugs, the doting affection he only gave to her, the way he’d kiss her so softly before whispering, “Good morning my sunshine.” Because in Belph’s eye, she was his sun, bringing light and life into his world. In heat he was a beast, but outside of it he was a sleepy teddy bear, who just wanted to love her with everything he had. 

“You won’t get anything if you don’t sort out this mess,” she huffed, trying to distract herself from the tingle in her thighs. She could feel it happening again, the same empowerment she had felt in Diavolo’s office, stirring stronger from the smallest of Belphegor's affection and touches. 

“No. No stop that, you’re ruining it,” Satan grumbled as she began putting the paperwork back in its position. 

“One, two, three, fou-oh!” Her sentence slurred into a moan as Belphie pressed his body up against her back, pinning her slightly to the desk. Two warm palms began teasing the back of her thighs before pressing flat against her skin and pushing upwards slowly. The thin material of her nightie, which skirted mid-thigh, crept slowly up. Belph expected her to slap his hands away, but he never expected for her to part her legs a little wider for him to witness the already wet flesh between her bare thighs. A low hum rang against her neck, one hand cupping the round curve of her ass and giving it a playful squeeze.

“I think,” came Belph’s voice, dropping into a huskier tone, “that this is enough mischief for one day. Let us retire to my room.”

“Like hell you are!” Satan snapped, pulling Belphs gaze away from her slickened folds. “She’s more aroused than usual; I should know.”. His words were followed by a smug snicker. “I bet she’s thinking of him.” ‘Him’ being a reference to Lucifer. 

“Actually,” her hands gripped onto the edge of the desk, giving in once more to the heat that burned across her body whilst her cunt clenched with need, “I was thinking of both of you and all the mess we could cause over this desk.” As she finished her words, she pressed back to rub against Belphegor's crotch which was already rapidly hardening from scent and sight alone.

“No fair, my love, it is my night with you.” He gave her ass another squeeze. As much as he hated sharing her, the thought of having her on Lucifers desk was arousing to him. Knowing Lucifer would have to see the marks that she left, smell her scent upon the table and having to know that it was him and Satan that were the reason for it. It would drive him wild, which would essentially drive both the two brothers wild with enthusiasm.

“And a night with me you will get, I promise.” Turning her head over her shoulder to catch his lips, she let his eager tongue part her lips as it sought out her own.

-

“This isn’t what I had in mind.” Satan was huffing against her neck for the third time in ten minutes,

“Just be patient, it is his night after all,” she replied as she pushed Belph flat against Lucifers desk before straddling him, whilst Satan was pressed as close as he could behind her. With one hand wrapped around his cock, she lowered herself down, still sensitive from the previous high that they brought her to with their fingers and mouths. “Oh god… Belph!” Her finger grasped at his hoodie, both him and Satan still fully dressed whilst her nightie had been tossed to the floor. 

Belph couldn’t find the words to respond, watching her sink down as his cock disappeared inside her tight heat. She was wetter than he or Satan had ever seen her, bursting and coming to life as she told them exactly what she needed, letting the lust and arousal in her body speak for her.

His fingers traced up her thighs, hands ghosting over her waist and behind, leaving a trail of goosebumps upon her skin as she whined loudly. The teasing touches and the stretch of him inside her was too much, walls pulsing as she came with him fully hilted inside her. Her jaw slackened and a cold sweat ran down the back of her spine, the salted droplets being lapped up from Satan as his hands continued to squeeze over her breasts.

“Kitten- I really need to be inside you,” he groaned, the head of his cock pressing against the left cleft of her ass leaving a clear mark of pre-release upon her skin. 

“Lube is in… the… top drawer,” she panted, letting her movements slow down as she rode out her high. This wasn’t the first time she’d gotten down and dirty in this office, having provided a very stunned Lucifer with a one-on-one private show of her and her toy collection whilst he worked. 

All Belph could do was groan and raise his hips every so often, hitting all the perfect angles inside her to make stars dance across her vision. Her movements kept on at a slow pace whilst Satan prepared himself.

“Be a good kitten and make them wet,” he commanded as he stood back behind her, letting his fingers thrust into her mouth at the same time she lowered and raised over Belph. 

Another climax hit her when Satan’s fingers began playing and teasing her puckered hole from behind before a finger, dripping with saliva, slowly pushed in. The slow rhythm of her movements allowed for Satan to let her body adjust before two fingers were thrusting inside her. Each time they pulled back, her muscles clenched sending Belph into a groaning mess at her spasming walls. 

“More,” she begged, her fingers ripping the front of Belph’s clothes as she grinded forward to feel him hit against her g-spot.

“Good girl kitten, that’s it - relax,” Satan cooed, his fingers removed to only be replaced with something much larger and thicker. 

“Relax,” Belphegor encouraged, leaning up the best he could as he pulled her down by her shoulders to kiss her. Satan slowly pushed in, her whimpers and moans caught by Belphs mouth, until finally two cocks were buried to the hilt inside her. Satan did nothing more than pull out as Belph thrusted up, sending her headfirst into another climax. Her palm scratched at the wooden desk below Belphs shoulders, leaving curled pieces of wood right in front of where Lucifer would sit. 

“There! There! Fuck- like that,” her head being thrown back in bliss at their rhythm. One would thrust whilst the other pulled back, gaining a pace that had slapping skin ringing through the office. The pace would slow when one got close, wanting to focus on her and leaving her with the ability to only say their names and think of them. Belph continued to tease her skin with faint touches, the occasional grab of her waist to guide her before ghosting over her skin once more. When her breath became a high pitched gasp, her lust filled eyes would catch his, a signal for him to help push her over the edge. Satan’s hands would tug her nipples, his sharp teeth nipping at her stretched neck whilst Belph’s thumb would rub tight circles over her swollen clit, perfectly synchronised to bring her tumbling straight over the edge of sanity.

Climax after climax hit her, tongue lolling to the side at being penetrated by both of them. It wasn’t something she was new to; being in a relationship with seven brothers meant double, sometimes even triple, penetration was a regular occurrence. But never did she feel this full, this ravenous. 

By the time Satan and Belph had spilled inside her, Lucifer's desk was soaked in fluids, paperwork and hardwood stained with her release that had soaked down Belphegor's thighs and onto the surface below. Each time Satan had thrusted into her, traces of lube would drip down their thighs to pool onto a puddle on the floor. Her scent stained the room, which Lucifer wouldn’t have minded but it was tainted with the hint of his brothers.

And to make matters worse for their eldest brother, Satan had snapped a photo whilst she was mid-orgasm. Ensuring to get his cock stretching her ass whilst Belph fucked her pussy. The photo itself was a masterpiece: Her back arched, head pressing against Satan's shoulders with her eyes tightly shut and her own hands pinching her nipples; The face of someone lost in the wild abandonment of pleasure. A caption of ‘Can’t believe you tried to hide this’ followed. 

“I think we made a pretty good mess, Kitten,” Satan panted against her shoulder, his face as red as her behind which had been slapped multiple times ather request. 

“I don’t think I can move,” she whispered, her legs purely boneless as Belph sat up to carry her bridal style.

“Hey! Where are you going?” Satan yelled, watching Belph carry her out of the room, leaving the office stained and her nightie upon the floor. 

“I told you,” Belph growled lowly, “it’s my night with her.”

-

Regardless of how fast Lucifer had run, he was too late. He stumbled into his sex-scented office. Release from her left a sticky glaze over his desk whilst scratch marks looked like a beast had clawed at them. His gloved hands held tightly onto the nightie upon the floor. The mess of his desk was an issue for another time; he would place no blame upon her. 

“You utter imbecile!” Fangs pointed out from his gums as he found Satan alone in the library in the west wing of the house.

“You saidto not let anyone in; you didn’t say she couldn’t come out,” Satan taunted, smugness plastered over his face. He knew Lucifer had seen his office from the silk material of her clothes he still clutched in his hand. He also knew he had seen the explicit image he had made sure to send him. “As I said, why did you try to hide her?”

“The potion went wrong. She’s in heat.” Lucifer watched as Satan’s eyes sparkled.

“But that’s impossible. She’s a human, how did-“ the blonde began.

“Solomon. Solomon is how.” Lucifer pushed a hand through his hair. “Where is she now?”.

“In the attic.” Satan returned to his book as Lucifer turned on his heel. “But Lucifer.” Lucifer threw his head over his shoulder, ready for a snide remark about the activities that went on in his office. “Normally I wouldn’t bother about you but, for her sake, I’d leave them be.”

“And why’s that?” Lucifer stopped and turned, crossing his arms over his chest.

Satan continued to express his smugness, his eyes peering over the top of his book. “Remember when Levi was in heat and destroyed that Ruri-chan pillow?”.

“Of course… he bit Mammon for trying to take it away”

His lips curling into a smirk, Satan put his book down. “Belphegor is the pillow.”

-

“Good morning my little star-light.” Belphegor brushed her hair out of her face, a sleepy smile on his face. His eyes still shut, the urge to fall back to sleep lulling him into the warmth embrace.

“Good morning you,” she yawned, eyes fluttering open as Belph’s strong arms pulled her close. The warmth of his skin against her and the content smile on his face was a sin of its own kind. A small giggle left her as he pulled her closer, burying her head against his chest. “We need to get up soon.” As she pressed a trail of small kisses over his heart, she smiled to herself to feel the hardness already pressing against her stomach. 

“I thought you would have been worn out after last night,” he gasped as her hand teased its way into his boxers, wrapping around his cock and stroking in a lazily manner.

“I was but-“ Her body felt rejuvenated and fresh, no muscle aches, only heat coursing through her veins. “I’m hungry for more.” A deep groan filled the attic space as her mouth replaced her hand, waking Belph and repaying him tenfold for the way he had satisfied her the previous night.

-

When she finally pulled herself out of the attic, leaving Belph still panting and breathless from the way her mouth had worked over him, she ran straight into Lucifer. Luckily, Belph had dressed her in one of his hoodies for her modesty, not that she minded.

“My dove, you really should rest. I fear you cannot leave the house in your state.” Lucifer cupped her cheek and was rubbing his thumb softly against her. “It is not safe for you”

“Lucifer, I- I’m so sorry for yesterday, I really don’t know what came over me…” A blush spread across her cheeks. Even now, as he glanced down at her, the top of her thighs became damp and she regretted the lack of underwear she had on. 

“My dear-“ He stopped, pupils widening at the heavenly scent hitting his nose She was extremely aroused. “It appears Solomon gave you the wrong potion; yours is filled with an aphrodisiac we can’t control. It should fade in a few days, but for the time being it is safest for you to stay here.”.

She nodded in response, pressing herself closer to him and letting her fingers toy with the buttons of his waistcoat. 

“Lucifer...,” she meekly whispered, leaning up to kiss him. He melted into her kiss, letting his arms hold onto her shoulders as she continued to press against him. “I want to thank you for yesterday.” Her fingers slowly unpopped a button and she began pressing her lower half against him in a silent plea as her tongue playfully darted across his lower lip. She was losing her self control in a rapid manner, whining heavily as he pulled back.

“I fear I have matters to attend to today, otherwise I would be more than happy to keep you content in the confines of my room.” He watched as her eyes sparkled with lust, a hint of disappointment forming over her face. 

“I’ll be waiting for you to come home,” she pouted as he did up the buttons she’d undone. 

-

She ate breakfast and had a bath to calm herself down before pulling out her small vibrator and withering away in her satin sheets. Is what she would have done if she had listened to Lucifer. Instead, she showered and set off to find the sorcerer who had caused all her problems, hoping to find a way for him to help calm her constant need. 

Dressed in a white summer dress, a slightly plunge top with a skater skirt and her hair down in loose curls, off she went to him in purgatory hall. It probably wasn’t the best decision to wear such a short dress but her skin felt on fire; clothes were just too restrictive at the moment. She’d cleaned her thighs before she left, making her best effort to prevent her scent from wandering demons. And all was going well until a masculine scent hit her nose. One of Beel’s team mates walked past her; he must have been to the gym as sweat gleamed off his shirtless body. The smell of pheromones hit her instantly and she felt a throb between her legs instantly ruining her underwear. The scent of her was caught by the demon, who turned whilst sniffing into the air. She had to move quickly or he’d trace the scent to her. 

With a frantic look around, she realised how far she still was from Solomon’s quarters but luckily Simeon’s room was only a few doors away from where she stood. Without a second though she raced to the room, listening as footsteps quickly approached behind her. Without knocking, she flung herself into Simeon’s room, thanking anyone and everyone that the door was open. Only, she didn’t expect to see what she did inside.

“Normie…?” Leviathan called out as she panted against the door. In the glowing light of the room were Simeon and Leviathan sat at a table, a stack of comics between them.

“Levi? Oh god, Levi, it’s you.” She took a few running steps to embrace him from behind as he sat down, sending the boy redder than beetroot. “Oh, and Simeon, I’m so sorry for barging in.”

“It is quite alright my sweet,” the angel said, smiling wholesomely at her. “You look parched. What happened?”

“Oh I just-“ she started, her eyes falling to the exposed muscles of his biceps. Beneath his cloak and visible from his black top was the clear outline of his god-sculpted body. A body that made her lose all train of thought.

“Yo, normie?” Levi pinched her hand gently to break her trance.

“Huh? Oh sorry, I just thought someone was following me. Would it be okay if I hung out here for a little while to calm down?” By ‘calm down’ she meant for her core to stop pulsing and her thighs to stop rubbing together. She was getting worse by the minute sitting with the two boys, the total opposites of each other; the demon of envy and the most angelic angel to walk the dusty pits of hell. A yin and yang she most definitely wanted to be in the middle of. “So what are you doing here Levi?” She pulled herself off him and took a seat between them. 

Levi, unable to stop the breath hitching in his throat when she walked in, could scent her before she even walked through the front door. And that was when he realised why she came running into Simeon’s room. Any demon nearby would have been able to pick up her scent with how strong it was. He also sensed her rapid heart beat, pumping and throbbing like her pulse as red tinted her cheeks the look of arousal written all over her face. 

“Levi here is showing me the ways of ‘manga’,” Simeon smiled, oblivious to the way the young girl was fidgeting in her seat.

“Normie, are you alright?” The purple haired demon asked as he watched her. He’d received a message in the group chat from Lucifer to state she was, quote, in a ‘situational state’ with nothing more. Satan had replied with a smirk emoji, leaving Levi to question what exactly was happening.

“I- I need to use the bathroom.” she stammered as the rising colour of her cheeks spread down her neck and chest, making the white dress glow atop of her skin. The more she looked between the two, the more her mind wandered into dirty territory...

“Normie, you don’t look well.” 

Both Leviathan and Simeon reached out to hold her arms. The young girl’s back arched at the contact and gripped the table edge as she stood up, unable to look either of them in the eye as she was unable to hold back the moan, the slight of touches having sent her in the deepest pit of lust and arousal. 

“Levi-“ She finally turned her head over her shoulder to meet his gaze, her eyes swimming and lost behind a clear gaze. Cheeks flushed and her lips parted, she didn’t have to say another word for Leviathan to understand. This was the state Lucifer was clearly on about. With her legs spread a little, the aroma of her arousal quickly found itself to both him and Simeon and Levi knew in that moment just how desperate the situation was. 

“Shit normie.. I-“ Leviathan scratched the back of his neck as he looked between her and Simeon, unsure of how to handle the situation. 

Simeon watched her, a familiar tension building in his stomach, a feeling he often felt around her but was usually able to ignore. But in this moment it was almost overpowering, overwhelming and he was unable to fight the strong stir of emotions inside him. 

“Simeon… I’m so sorry-“ she began and, as she turned, the angel felt himself crumple from the heated gaze that bore down at him as passionate lust took over his body. 

The potion may have had no effect on demons, but the scent alone was enough to have an impact on the angel, sending him into an aroused state.

“Do not apologise, my sweet.” Simeon took one of her hands and pressed a gentle kiss to her knuckles. “You by far smell more sweet than anything I have come across. Do not deny yourself the pleasure you desire.” He nodded at Levi who stood up to wrap his arms around her waist. “Use my room as you please.”

“Is this okay?” Levi whispered into the shell of her ear, worried about her more than anything else. Her answer came in a quick nod and her hands bunched up the skirt of her dress to expose the white silk resting upon her skin.

Simeon’s heart was racing as he sat forward, intrigued to watch Levi slowly tug down her underwear, watching the gloss of her arousal stick to the fabric before it pooled to a heap on the floor. A groan filled the room. She was unsure if it came from Levi or Simeon. 

“Please…” she whispered, spreading her legs as she bent forward, exposing her drenched cunt to both of them.

-

Eager eyes flitted between the two of them, Simeon still watching the couple. How Levi had knelt down, spreading the cheeks of her behind to gain better access to her before letting his serpent tongue flicker across her wet slit. How her arms gave out and she fell flat against the oak table, letting her hips buck against his face as he kept her ass in place whilst his tongue disappeared between her velvety folds. How she lost herself when her climax hit after only a few moments calling out for more.

“Leviathan,” she whispered so sweetly as she turned around once his mouth had pulled away from her, the same lips slicked with wetness pressing against her own as her tongue played with his, which had just brought her intense pleasure. 

“I got you.” Hushed whispers shared against her lips as she hastily undid his belt, her hand diving into the confines of his boxers to wrap around his cock, stroking it until he was fully hard, both of them almost forgetting about their audience as he pushed her down, spreading her thighs and pushing them around his waist as he lined himself up against her, taking her with no resistance as he slid into her tight heat.

It was lustful, it was a sin, but most importantly it was love. The reassuring whispers of “I’ve got you, I love you,” as Levi drove deeper into her. His hands holding her waist as he pulled her up to meet his thrusts, her legs tightly around his waist squeezing and tensing with each rock of his hips. The thin silk of her drenched underwear hanging off her ankle, swaying with each movement, almost taunting Simeon as he watched on. 

It was the soft whimpers of ‘harder’ that pulled him from his trance, shining eyes of blue meeting hers in a gaze as they stared on in wonder. Her dress pushed up just enough to bare her waist, her breasts spilling from the top half and bouncing forward with each thrust. Back arched like a bow reaching breaking point off the table, petite hands grasping at anything they could find. And, whilst he and her held eye contact, he watched in awe as she came. Her voice raising into a high pitch moans, chest rising and collapsing quickly, her body curling as they finally broke eye contact when her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her moans were so sweet they made the angel blush. He was positive they could part the clouds and give a direct pathway to the gates of heaven. 

It made him wonder how something so beautiful and breathtaking could be such a sin.

It was that which ruined the angel. He was unable to stop himself as a hand began to palm over his erect cock in his pants. Scent, sight and sound became too overbearing for him as he gave into the heat of his need.

The air in the room had changed, Leviathan too busy driving into her to notice it. His grunts and the slapping of his skin echoed off the walls, whilst she came down from her high to fix on Simeon. Watching him as he watched her, his pupils expanding as his tongue darted out to wet his parched lips whilst he continued to touch himself above his clothes. 

By her third orgasm, Leviathan was unable to stop himself holding back, gritting his teeth as his pace began to falter. His eyes screwed shut as his jaw clenched, a stuttered groan came as he released inside her, pressing himself tightly against her to be sure he filled her with everything he had, her name hot off his lips as he leaned down to kiss her, keeping themselves together as they basked in their afterglow. 

“You did so good,” He praised, cupping her cheek as he wiped away the tears that formed under her eyes. Until finally he pulled out of her, his seed from inside her spilling onto the table beneath. “I’ll get a towel,” he said, giving her hand a squeeze before leaving the room. She would have blissfully laid against the table not moving, but the presence of another kept her from doing so. 

“Simeon…” Her voice angelic to his ears as she sat up, her breasts swaying as she stood in front of him, slowly kneeling down. “My sweet, sweet, angel…” The tan of his skin was flushed red as her eyes wandered down, his hand continuing to mess over the front of his trousers as he looked at her like a helpless lamb. “Let me.” She leaned up as she ghosted her lips against his in a way to test him, to test if he’d show any protest but instead he melted into her, letting his lips glide over hers as if that was their sole purpose. 

Her hand slowly trailed up his thighs, parting his legs as she fitted between them. Her own hand replaced his as he whined softly against her. Hands slowly unpopped the buttons, the haste from before now eased into a soothing-time stopping pace. No rush, just slow, burning desire.

“Am I the first?” She questioned, gently nipping at his lower lip as his trousers and boxers slowly came down, her hand ghosting over his erect length but not fully touching.

“Y-yes.” His breath hitched to feel her hand slowly wrap around him. Her eyes widened in shock at the length of him; the gods had truly blessed him. 

“Oh- I-“ His words were lost as his hips slowly bucked into her touch.

“Do you want me to stop?” Letting him free of her hand, she stared up at him with doting affection.

“Please-don’t,” he said, taking a deep breath as she wrapped her hand back around him, her face leaning close. 

“My beautiful angel… my sweet, sweet angel,” she cooed, letting her hand move over him in a gentle grip, savouring the noises he made. The world was completely forgotten,the two of them sharing an intimate moment as she wetted her lips before slowly taking his head into her mouth. His fingers grasped the edge of the chair, twitching as he breathed out in a stuttered breath. His mind went blank as she took him in further, pulling him into the wet depths of her mouth. Her name left his mouth like a chant, repeated like a prayer he spoke every morning and night. 

Leviathan had entered back into the room, pausing before turning and leaving the pair alone in their tender moment. 

Heat pooled in Simeon’s stomach as her lips touched the base of his cock, unable to hold back the groan as the pit inside him dropped. His eyes shut tight as white heat took over him, and then he was spilling down the back of her throat with no warning. 

She hollowed her cheeks as she swallowed his plentiful release, sucking him dry before releasing him. His taste was sweet, lingering, leaving a pleasant taste in her mouth. 

“My perfect angel,” she said, pressing a kiss to his head as his hand moved and intertwined with hers. Nothing in all of heaven had made him feel as good as she had. 

-

“She will be safe here,” Simeon’s face softened as he stared at the young girl asleep in his bed. After the events of earlier, she had passed out with a blissful face whilst the angel and demon cleaned up. “I’ve put a protection charm on the door. No one will be able to get in.”

“It’s not them getting in I’m worried about it’s her getting out,” Leviathan sighed, running his hands over his face. The two boys agreed to never speak of what had happened earlier, for an angel to allow lust to take over his actions especially from watching acts of a demon. 

“I promise you, no harm will come to her. Have you spoken to Lucifer?”

“Yes, he was so pissed she came out. But she’s like the rest of us; never listens to him,” Levi chuckled, watching her sleeping figure cosy up in the blankets. “I guess that’s why we all love her.”

“And did Lucifer explain this- her behaviour..?”

“One guess.”

“Solomon?” Simeon rolled his eyes.

“Bingo. Something about the wrong potion, her basically being in heat, I don’t know. It’s something he needs to explain in person. He was too busy yelling down the phone.”

“She is safe here, my friend. Let us wait until Lucifer comes.” Simeon reached for a comic off the table, intending to pick up the conversation from before she had come in. Only to stop when he saw wetness that they’d missed coating the cover.

-

Lucifer had gone ballistic when he arrived, all his rage was bubbling through him as he yelled left, right and center. “You disobeyed me! how could you be so reckless?” He had scorned her, towering over her with gritted teeth. His words stopped and his anger subsided as her bottom lip trembled, her eyes filling with tears as she hung her head in shame. A weak, “I’m sorry,” made him pull her into his hold tightly, showering her forehead with kisses. He knew it wasn’t her fault; he was simply worried. Worried that if another had scented her the way she was then they would try to take her. “From now on, I need you to stay in the house, okay?” he said, cupping her face as he whispered softly, kissing her gently, hoping she would understand without him saying the words to show how worried he had been. 

Lucifer took her home and straight to his room, informing the brothers not to disturb them. He ran her a bath with rose petals, resting her back against his chest as he cradled her close, whispering sweet words of praise as he washed her. That night, he cared for her, letting his fingers work her she was almost sobbing for him to fill her properly. 

-

In the morning he had to go back to work. As much as he wanted to be with her, his loyalty to Diavolo came first. This time, however, he placed an enchantment on the whole house, ensuring the girl would not be able to leave; the front door, window and back door glued shut if she tried to open them. If another demon opened them and she tried to exit, they would face an electric shock, both of them. It even included the windows; he knew Belphegor had a tendency to sneak out of the attic window. Lucifer was taking no risk or chance. The only way she could leave was if Lucifer left with her or if he lifted the enchantment.

She woke up alone, throwing on one of Lucifer's shirts. Even his lingering scent was arousing, regardless of the way he’d taken care of her in the night. The potion was ruining her. None of the aches or the worn out muscles remained, only fresh feelings and a warm glow. 

She left his room and walked along the corridor until she heard it. 

“Sweeeeeeetie,” Asmo yelled, running, well, skipping, towards her at the top of his voice.

“Asssssie,” she laughed as he picked her up with ease, using strength only a few demons ever got to see. Her shirt lifted as she wrapped her legs around him.

“I heard someoooone’s been in a little trouble the last few days,” he teased in a singsong voice, walking with her in his arms. “I’m offended you didn’t come to me first.” He pouted as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a slow kiss.

“I’m sorry. I’m here now baby,” she whispered, letting that feeling of heat take over once more.

Asmo carried her into his room, keeping one arm around her as he ran a bath, kissing her tenderly whilst the water drew to the right heat, his hands slowly peeling off her shirt until his fingers glided over her soft skin.

“So perfect,” he whispered, letting her undo his own clothes, his trousers dropping to the floor as he picked her up and settled her into the water. He lay back with her straddling him, his mouth nipping gently at her neck as his hand dipped below the water to ghost over her thighs. “And I thought I was meant to be the lustful one,” he teased at the scent of her arousal, his eyes sparkling as he felt her heartbeat quicken. 

She didn’t have time to answer back with quick wit, instead letting his fingers work inside her until she came over them, the water splashing at the sides of the tub as she rocked gently over his until he sat up and began to push her back gently. 

“No,“ she blushed and stopped him, pushing him back down and taking his length into her hand. “I want to be on top.”

Asmo showed no sign of protest, holding her waist gently as his hands brushed up and down her sides whilst she lowered herself onto him. Whilst he knew he was skilled at giving pleasure to his lovers, that he liked to be in control, she needed this more. To let herself set the pace, the mood, the angle. She needed control more than he did at this moment. 

One arm circled her waist to keep her close, the other cupping her breast in his palm, squeezing it softly as it bounced in his hold. Her moans were captured by his mouth, a sweet kiss at first only breathing away for air., before pulling back to each other, this time tongues slipping between the velvet folds of their mouths, desperately searching for each other.

He kept her pressed against him when she came, whining so softly against his lips. His arm around her kept her close even as she tried to pull away naturally, her walls pulsing as he felt every tight flutter over him.

“That’s it, you're so good,” he cooed softly, taking his hand off her breast to brush a strand of hair behind her ear. His lips touched her ear as he shallowly rocked up against her. 

He encouraged her through another climax; he was skilled in holding off his own until finally he could do so no more. The water around them was now lukewarm as she pressed her lips tightly against his, the avatar of lust unable to resist anymore as he spilled inside her, bringing her to one final climax from the throb of his head against her cervix. 

He refused her help as he cleaned her thighs and skin with a wet cloth from the side, pressing kisses to her glowing lips. He enjoyed afterwards with her just as much sex itself; she brought him a different type of pleasure. The cuddles, the kisses, the reassurance through panting breaths, the way she looked so radiant as she curled up against him, still a little hazy and drunk off pleasure. He was good at that, making her feel so blissed out that words, colours and meaning to anything no longer made sense.

“I have a class I need to start getting ready for, sweetie.” Asmo pressed a kiss to her forehead, peeling himself away from her even though she clung after him as he placed her on his bed. “I skipped biology this morning, but it’s okay. I got a more physical lesson than R.A.D could ever teach.” He waggled his eyebrows playfully. “Here, this will satisfy you until someone’s back.” Asmo pulled out a toy that curved, passing her a remote. It was her toy, one that Asmo had bought for her when they began experimenting with different ones. He peppered kisses up her thighs before slowly easing it into her. It wasn’t as thick or as big as any of the brothers but at least it did all the work for her to satisfy her. 

She had already begun withering from it’s touch, the curve of it hitting against her g-spot with a humming vibration. Asmo stood for a few moments in silence, in admiration of her. She was beautiful. He didn’t have words for how special she was to him or his brothers, their human captivating the hearts of demons and giving them a piece of her own in return. He was just about to pull himself away to finally leave for class when his door open and in strolled-

“Solomon?” Looking on in confusion, the young girl quickly closed her spread thighs as the sorcerer came walking in as if he belonged.

“My, my.” He had a cheshire grin full of darkness, “So it is true.”

“Solomon, what are you- Get out!” Asmo took a step but a flick of the wrist from Solomon had him frozen in place. Asmo’s eyes darted to her in worry, unable to move any other part of his body. 

“My dear, I can practically sense your heat from here,” Solomon grinned as he focused his attention on her. She was softly mewling as the toy continued on a low intensity with her legs shut. “Don’t fear, I won’t touch.” He knew that if he placed a hand on her in this state, the brothers would feel it due to their pacts and it would only be a matter of seconds before Lucifer appeared. “I just want to watch.” He’d been fascinated at Lucifer's claims, that a human had gone into heat by his doing and he longed to see the effects of it in person himself. “May I?” 

The girl nodded and gently parted her thighs; she knew Solomon wouldn’t hurt her. She also knew of his ‘relationship’ with Asmo. If Asmo trusted him, then so did she. “I won’t touch her, I swear.” Solomon turned to Asmo with a soft look in his ashen eyes. With a click Asmo was free, stumbling forward slightly before stopping. 

“Sweetie… are you sure about this?” Asmo placed his hand on her knee and squeezed it slightly with reassurance. 

“Yes,” she breathed out in a part whine, the toy continuing to buzz inside her, making her stomach light, her eyes heavy with desire as they met Solomon’s. She let her thighs spread further, giving them a full view of her glistening folds as she gently gripped the sheets below. 

Solomon watched with sparkling eyes of lust as she came, quickly followed by another orgasm as Asmo cooed her softly through them, telling her how good she was. But by that point, Solomon was losing his composure. The scent of her heat was affecting him. He knew the potion she had taken had no effect on demons, but after his conversation with Simeon and the way his own body was becoming heated, he was feeling first hand that the effects could pass on to humans and other godly creatures.

“Touch her,” he commanded, peering down at Asmo as his hand moved to palm over the bulge growing in his black slacks. He would stay true to his word, he would not touch her, but he’d never said Asmo couldn’t. 

-

The flames of pleasure licked her lower stomach, a strong sensation she had only felt a few times before building inside. 

“A-Asmo-!” Her voice was wavering and brimmed to the lid with lust, her hands shaking as they grasped at his golden-brown hair.

“"Look at that, Asmo... She cums as easily as you. Just another needy little slut." Solomon's words were sharp, mocking, with a grin on his face, "The great Asmodeus, outdone by a needy slutty human. You should be ashamed."His words were followed by a harsh blow, the sound of the slap ricocheting off the walls as his hand came down onto Asmo’s ass. 

The mumbles of pleasure from the avatar of lust vibrated against her. His tongue languidly licked at her swollen clit whilst two fingers curled up against her walls, pressing over and over against the spot that was rendering her breathless and seeing stars. He wanted to gaze up, admire her body writhing in pleasure with his rose-gold eyes but the way Solomon was roughly pounding into him from behind had them rolling to the back of his skull.

The thrusts from Solomon had Asmo pulling and pushing away from her folds, her hips grinding desperately back against him in need of friction until her hands anchored his head in place to keep him where she desperately needed him. She whimpered his name, thick pools of lust beneath her eyes gazing up and meeting’s Solomon’s. His brow was knitted, his jaw clenched as he drove into Asmo, each thrust harder than the last. His perfect shade of winter eyes baring down at her was the final push she needed.

Her thighs trembled as her toes curled, gasping profoundly into the air with loud curses as every nerve inside her body set alight whilst every hair on her skin stood up. Her spine curved as she rose off the bed, thick rivulets of her arousal releasing from the build up of pressure inside her. 

The hot squirt against his mouth and hand had Asmo undone; getting her to squirt had only happened on a few occasions. He whined heavily, almost louder than her as he came, shooting thick white against his torso as it dripped onto the floor. Solomon growled lowly at the tight clench of Asmo around him, his cock heavily throbbing inside him until he found his own release. His hips pressed harshly against his ass, his cock pulsing as he came inside him.

"You're just a natural slut like Asmo here. Such messy people." Solomon chuckled, slightly breathless as he gazed down at the mess glazing Asmo's skin. The demon surprisingly went red-faced under his words. "Little sluts need to be kept under control. Who knows the trouble you'd get into?" His gaze flickered to the woman. "Must be why Lucifer keeps you on such a short leash."

Solomon grinned with a devilish smile as Asmo cleaned her and himself up, resting against the door frame as he pulled up his slacks. The potion effects seemed to have worked unbelievably well, far better than any aphrodisiac he had ever seen. The girl had been able to handle multiple climaxes, each one growing in intensity until finally it became too much. Whilst she trembled with her aftershocks, she had been able to tell him that after a few hours’ rest her body would recover and be begging for more, muscle aches and bruising all vanishing as if just a dream. 

The white haired sourcer pulled Asmo into a deep kiss before, in the blink of an eye, he was gone, disappearing into thin air at the sound of the front door opening andLucifer calling out. He had come to check she was still there. 

“I’m here,” she panted out, Asmo helping them both to dress as she climbed under the covers. She was exhausted. Lucifer appeared with a smile which quickly faded; he sensed something in the air. 

“My love, who has been here?” His question sounded more like a command as he focused his gaze on her. Asmo could feel her bashfulness at having to explain the situation which occured, choosing to save her the trouble instead. 

“Come, she’s tired.” Asmo blew her a kiss before he tightly gripped Lucifer’s arm and led him down the corridor. 

-

Asmo calmed Lucifer down, explaining everything to him. Telling him how the girl saw Solomon just as close and special to her as she did the brothers. The same applied to Simeon after Levi had told him about the previous day. And Lucifer himself knew first hand the claim to her Diavolo now held.

“As much I hate the thought of his hands on her, if she wishes to be with them as well, we must let her and respect her wishes,” Lucifer sighed. He and his brothers had to accept that she touched the hearts of many and that they simply couldn’t keep her to themselves. “I fear we must learn to share our human, or we simply will push her away…”

-

The following morning she rose and headed to the kitchen. Although she still wasn’t going to R.A.D, she tried to keep herself in the routine of getting up and ready. Only, a dull throb pulsed between her thighs upon entering the kitchen upon sighting a shirtless beel wearing low skimmed joggers. Her eyes began falling down his toned torso, abs chiseled by the gods themselves, to the mouth watering v-line that led directly to his-

"Pft! Quit your starin’," Mammon huffed, pulling her out of her trance after witnessing her eyes practically glow. He was still overzealous when it came to her, hating that he had to share and fight for her attention amongst his brothers and, now, three more. 

“I-” a near growl rose deep within her chest to witness Beel innocently licking cream he’d spilled from his deviled puff eclair off his long, slender fingers. Unable to find words, she found herself throbbing and clenching over nothing as she rubbed her thighs on the spot where she stood. All she was able to do was shoot Mammon a look. A look he knew far too well as a smug grin took over his face. 

“I could smell ya from ya room,” he said in a low growl of a voice as he stalked towards her like a predator upon prey, the avatar of greed caging her in between him and the kitchen counter. The pink of his tongue darted out to swipe across the pointed fangs of his teeth before he leaned in. “I betcha ya already dripping.” His suspicion was confirmed as she sat upon the counter, hitching her skirt up for him to witness the wet patch already staining the silk of her underwear. A small ‘please’ was all she could muster, giving into the heat surging across her body as the need grew stronger with each passing second. “I’ve been waiting for ya, to get ma time with ya, waiting to make that tight pussy feel so good that ya won’t want anyone else.”

The following few moments were a blur, her eyes held tightly shut, nails scratching indents into the wooden surface. Her mind was left blank, two fingers swirling over her clit whilst two more thrusted into her tight cunt, unsure whose hand was whose. Her body lay flat against the surface as the two brothers stood between her legs, one leg hooked over Mammon's shoulder whilst the other rested over Beels, the two of them working in perfect unison to bring her to a blissful climax before the sun had fully risen. 

-

“Look,” Mammon’s voice commanded as he gripped her chin to keep her facing the full length mirror in front of his bed. Naked, he sat with her back to his chest, her feet placed onto his spread legs with his cock buried to the hilt inside her, giving her a full show of his cock disappearing and entering her each time he lifted her up. 

His teeth caught her ear as he whispered filth, “Look how well you take me, my tight human, my lewd girl,. Cumming again? Filthy girl, ya gonna make me bust a nut squeezing me like that, that’s it, scream ma name baby.” 

He held her waist with an arm around her, using his hidden strength to lift her up and down as he thrusted deeper. The girl was in the deepest of pleasure, tongue lolling to the side with her eyes thick with rapture, her head resting back on Mammon’s chest as she let him work her body. 

A low growl reminded her that there was another in the room Beel sat watching from the side with his hand around himself, his eyes focused purely on her, watching Mammon stretching her and her perky breasts bouncing up and down. His jaw ached to be on them, his tongue ready to devour her and his cock ready to buried deep inside her. 

“My turn,” he growled, as Mammon’s hips pressed up against her, his teeth in her shoulder to muffle his cry as he came inside her. Beel blocked the view of the mirror as he stood in front, the girl whimpering at the size of him. She couldn’t lie, his cock always scared her. Like his physical build, it was huge and intimidating. 

“Wait ya turn, I’m not done.” Mammon continued to shallowly thrust as she began to tremble in his hold, clenching around him with a tight grip. A heavy groan left him, making Beel roar in anger. 

The ginger dropped to his knees. His height had him now eye level with the girl as he kissed her deeply. One of his hands began thumbing over her nipple as the other toyed with her clit, making her buck violently against Mammon. The added stimulation had her thighs quaking and, if not for Mammon for holding her up, she would have fallen sideways as she came. 

They helped her ride out the high, before Beel lifted her up and off Mammon, Mammon unable to match his strength as he huffed, watching Beel push himself into her. The girl shifted so her legs were around Beel, her arms around his neck as she clung to him. She was as light as a feather to him, him kissing her deeply as she felt Mammon stand and line himself up behind her. His cock, slicked with her arousal, together with wet fingers, pressed against her puckered hole. 

“We’re gonna fuck ya so good,” Mammon licked the shell of her ear as a finger pushed into her, Beel slowly bouncing her off his cock, both brothers as greedy as each other as they filled her, taking climax after climax and leaving her utterly speechless. It was hard to tell in that moment which one really was the avatar of greed.

-

The next day, the girl had literally fucked the heat out of her body. Mammon and Beel had sent her into overstimulation as they worked together until she saw stars and came close to passing out. 

But when she woke up in her own bed the next day, heading down to breakfast and seeing all of the brothers, no rush of arousal came to her. The potion’s effects had finally worn off. 

“Morning!” She smiled sweetly, walking in and grabbing a slice of toast off the counter. The brothers waited a second, seeing if she would pounce on any of them but it never came. Instead, she merrily chatted and took a bite out of her food. 

The girl was thankful it was Saturday so she could enjoy some free time on the weekend. 

“Well, I think I might go out, get some fresh air if anyone wants to join?” she asked, turning around and heading out the door. But a leather glove stopped her, sending her turning backwards to see all of the brothers stalking close to her, Lucifer keeping a grip on her wrist. 

“It seems, my dove, you overspent myself and my brothers this week.” Lucifer pulled her close, his hand cupping her cheek. “You’ve been a very needy girl.” 

Lucifer caught her lips as the other brothers surrounded her, each one pulling at her for her attention, several pairs of lips finding her own, several sets of hands beginning to undress her and caress her skin. 

For the first time, all seven of the brothers shared her, savouring their tiny human all for themselves. And as for getting some fresh air, that was never going to happen, since she wasn’t able to leave the house at any point that weekend, purely because she couldn’t walk the following day. 

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