#om! f!mc

[with-love-from-hell]

Melancholia

{part Ten}

Fandom: Obey me!

Genre: Angst

Written for F!Mc

WC: 3k

CW: Kidnapping!,  Michael is a heavy antagonist and angels are fucked up, slut shaming/victim blaming, mention of suicide vaguely, fear-based content and lots of tension, angst, depression, mentions to past sexual violence in Vermillion Skies, Torture, anxiety, descriptions of deceit, season 2 spoilers

A/n: Michael is quite the wad in this chapter, just as a fair warning! I will be discussing his character in my brain more in the q&a post later on, so send in your questions about the series to my inbox! Also I apologize if the formatting seems wonky or out of order...tumblr is deciding to test my patience this morning.

Music Accompaniment (Point of No Return thru No Love)

>> Though I have a Masters Degree in Psychology and clinical training in treatment for mental health, I am not your therapist. If you have experienced any form of depression or suicidal thoughts, and are in need of help, please utilize the Suicide Prevention Lifeline, NIMH helpline, or the SAMHSA helpline. <<

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“Are you sure that’s what you saw?” Diavolo’s eyes darted between Simeon and Belphie. He wanted desperately for their concerns to just be baseless anxiety, but the grim look on Luke’s face made his heart sink deeper into his stomach. The phone call he had received from Lucifer hours prior was alarming, but he figured the sounds of shuffling and distant grunts meant he had just pocket dialed him. He never would have expected mc and Lucifer to end up missing, and in the brutish hands of the Archangels, no less. After what he had seen Simeon go through, he only hoped that they could get to them before its too late.

“I’m almost 100% certain that Michael has taken both of them.” Simeon clenched his fists, fighting back his demon form. “I don’t know what he’s planning, but it will surely be nothing good.”

Diavolo’s lips pressed into a thin line. “I see...” 

Luke squeezed his eyes shut to prevent himself from crying. His grip on Simeon’s sleeve tightened as he tried to make himself calm down. How could this be happening? Michael was a good angel; a merciful angel. This had to have been some sort of mistake!

There was a moment of silence as the brothers looked amongst eachother with uncertainty. 

“Well...ain’t we gonna do somethin’ ‘bout this?!” Mammon finally asked, giving a pointed look to Diavolo and Barbatos. "We should be stormin' that fuckin' palace and destroying everythin' in sight!"

A tense sigh passed through Diavolo’s lips as he massaged the slight headache developing at his brow line. “Mammon, it’s not that simple. We have no idea where they’re being held, or why. We have no idea what their next move will be, and we dont know what they'll do when they hear of our rescue efforts.” 

“And we certainly don’t have the manpower amongst us to fight the entire celestial army, even with our combined strength.” Satan paced while rubbing his chin, trying hard to think of how they could get both Lucifer and Mc back with the least amount of bloodshed. 

“I just...I d-don’t understand...” Luke shook his head, still trying to wrap his head around what was happening. “W-why would Michael do something like this?!” 

The demons looked amongst each other, unsure of how to respond to the small angel’s query. They felt so much pity for him. He was really having his worldview tested more over the past 4 months than than he had in his entire life.

“Michael is obsessive.” Solomon chimed in as he entered the room, a bag of tinking glassware slung over his shoulder. “He sees Mc as a threat, and it appears as though his desire to renew the exchange program was a ploy to get our guard down so he can neutralize that threat. I only wish i would have picked up on the signs sooner.” 

The remaining color left in Luke’s face drained, and he stared at Solomon, wide-eyed. “W-what..? Do...do you mean they’ll...”

Solomon locked eyes with him for a second, a glint of sadness passing through his expression. “They’re going to try to kill her, yes.” 

Simeon shook his head, finding himself feeling strangely numb in this moment. "They wont just do that. They've risked too much in even kidnapping Mc.” 

Everyone in the room turned to him, looks of pure terror on their faces. The fact that the situation would likely provide Mc with more trauma was enough to try to stomach already, but to run the risk of losing her again made their blood run cold. Each waited with baited breath for what Simeon had to add to suggest that it could get worse than you’re death. 

Simeon sighed, avoiding their desperate eyes. “Michael had said over and over that their worst mistake he made during your fall was not ensuring Lilith had been unable to be reincarnated. To ensure that Lilith’s bloodline won’t ever be able to cause a disturbance in the celestial realm again, they are going to attempt to wipe her from existence, along with the one person who could and would stop at nothing to ensure they would never see another day of peace. The one person who, without him, would leave the Devildom vulnerable in the event of an all-out war.” 

The brothers each dropped their eyes to the floor, slowly understanding what Simeon was getting at. 

Not only would they kill Mc- but they were going to kill Lucifer too. 

“But...But...” Luke stuttered, looking amongst the brothers. "Michael's a good angel! He couldn’t...H-he wouldn’t...” 

Tears burst from Luke’s eyes, now fully unable to hold back any more. Simeon kneeled, wrapping his arms around him gently, and allowed the small angel to sob into his shoulder. Simeon glanced to Diavolo, who’s expression had become a mixture of grim anticipation, and deep anger. 

“My lord, what would you suggest our next move be?” Barbatos did his best to bite his tongue, but was holding onto his sanity by a mere thread. It was bad enough that you had to be taken and threatened with death, but to have a close friend and necessary ally suffer the same punishment made the situation all the more dire. He himself wanted to charge in and swiftly decapitate any angel that crossed his path, but he knew that running in without a plan would be foolish. "If what Simeon says is true, we are already at a major disadvantage given they have been in their grasp for nearly 5 hours. We don’t have much more time left to lose.” 

Before Diavolo could even respond, Beelzebub stepped forward, catching his attention. His normal flat expression was turned into an furious scowl, his muscles bulging under his shirt with all the tension he held in his body. The prince didn’t think he’d ever seen the avatar of Gluttony so angry before. 

“Our next move should be getting our family back, no matter what it takes.” He stated matter-of-factly, but there was a lust for blood behind his tone that neither of the royals, nor his brothers, had ever heard from the 6th born. “I’ll annihilate their entire army by myself if I have to.” 

“While I agree we should prioritize their safety before politics, we mustn’t forget that charging in without a plan only gives them the advantage.” Diavolo sighed. “Though right now, I am frankly at a loss for how to develop one that won’t just be a suicide mission.” 

Beel closed his eyes, trying to refrain from snapping on the prince. He was terrified for your wellbeing, and didn't think he could handle the uncertainty of your fate for much longer. He needed you- all of his brothers did. And they needed Lucifer too. Without both of you, his family would fall apart. No one would ever be able to recover from such a loss.

Luke stared between Beelzebub and Diavolo, almost as if he couldn’t understand what they were both saying. 

“First we should decide who will be doing what.” Simeon stated, now rising from his knees. He gestured toward Solomon to take Luke from him, who quickly scrambled to replace Simeon’s place as Luke’s support. 

Barbatos nodded. “We should establish a rendezvous point as well, in case we get separated.”

Simeon looked to Barbatos, nodding in agreement. “I think it goes without saying that Diavolo and Luke will be staying behind.” 

“What?!” Luke and Diavolo both yelled at the same time, seemingly insulted by the assertion that they would not be helping. 

“Yeah, What?” Mammon added, crossing his arms. “I understand leavin’ the Chihuahua behind, but Diavolo’s got some mad strength. He could take down 10 seraphim at once without even tryin'!" 

“Really, Mammon!? You’re going to call me a Chihuahua now?!” Luke wiped his tears, shooting Mammon a glare. 

Barbatos interjected, ignoring Luke’s annoyance at the teasing name. “But if he is injured- or worse, killed- during battle, the Devildom will be without a leader. That’s not something we can afford. We would be susceptible to both external invasion and violent anarchy amongst the lower demons.” 

“Besides, it might be helpful to have someone here to prepare a space for injuries.” Satan added, tilting his chin toward Simeon. “If his vision is right...Mc and Lucifer could be in pretty awful shape...” 

Mammon winced at the idea of Mc being hurt again, not wanting to accept it as a possible reality. 

Diavolo sighed. “Fine, we’ll stay back for now. But if things go south...” He gave Barbatos a deathly serious look, “...I will not hesitate to charge in there- full force.” 

Luke shook his head, now pulling out of Solomon’s arms and nearly groveling to Simeon. “No! Wait, I...I could talk to Michael! I could get him to s-see reason!” 

Simeon closed his eyes and sighed. “Luke, I know this is hard for you to understand, which is why it’s best if you don’t get involved.” 

“But...Mc...” Luke swallowed back more tears, looking at the floor. “I...I want to help...t-to do something...”

“I know...I know.” Simeon took a deep breath to maintain the softness in his voice. He pressed both hands to Luke’s shoulder. “But the way that you can help is holding down a place for when we come back. Please Luke...this is what I need from you.” 

Luke sniffled, hanging his head and nodding. “O-okay.” 

Simeon gave him a firm hug, solidifying that things were going to be okay. He had experienced a loss of optimism for anything for so long. He hadn't felt the ability to cling to any sort of hope to allow him to move forward. Whether it be denial, fear, anger, or just wanting to see Mc smile one last time, the feeling allowed him to be strong enough to stand as an anchor for everyone else, and to make a plan to get them both back. He needed to be a rock for everyone else, who were near the edge of panic because the two who would normally take the lead were now indisposed.  

Mc and Lucifer will be brought back alive...they had to be.

Simeon stood, resting a firm hand on Luke’s shoulder. He pointed toward the brothers, giving fervent direction of what he wanted them to do. “Beel, you will be our tank.  Belphie and Satan, you’re his backup. Your job is to neutralize anyone in our way of getting to Lucifer and Mc.” 

The three looked at each other and gave a single nod to signify that they understood.

“Levi, and Mammon- you two will help me and Barbatos get into the Celestial prison cells to search for Mc and Lucifer. We will need help getting past guards, and the more people we have searching rooms, the better. You'll take the east wing, and Barbatos and I will be on the west wing.” 

“Got it.” Mammon nodded to Levi, winding up his shoulders to stretch the muscles. "I'll wipe the floor with any crumby angel that dares to do harm to the family of the Great Mammon!"

“Solomon- You and Asmo will take up the rear. Do what you can to ensure our portal home isn’t infiltrated and that the others have first aid in the event of an emergency. You will also be our center point of contact.” 

Asmo nervously glanced to Solomon, who pressed a reaffirming hand to his shoulder. “Not a problem.” 

“For the rest of us outside of Asmo and Solomon, our meet up point should be at the treeline just south of the prison.” Barbatos added, giving a nod to Simeon for thinking through the division of the groups. “If we need to change it, Solomon and Asmo will spread the message. No one should break off from their pairs. There's safety in numbers, after all.” 

The group nodded amongst each other, now preparing for what they assumed was going to be an absolutely bloodbath, and the beginning of the end of peace between the realms.

“Get up.” 

Lucifer groaned as the words echoed through his throbbing head. He tried to bring his awareness back- to figure out who the voice was, and where it was coming from. A swift kick to the stomach caused him to sputter, the pain pulling his consciousness back to the surface.

How long had he even been out?!

He forced his eyes open, trying to adjust to the dimly lit room he found himself in. As he tried to move his weak muscles, he found his arms restrained tightly behind his back. He looked up, trying to push his vision to convert the blurred outline into the image of the individual standing before him. 

“I said: Get. UP.” 

Lucifer snarled as the individual grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked him up to his knees. He gritted his teeth as his vision adjusted to the shape of the blonde angel, who’s nose was only a few inches away from his own. 

“Stand, Demon.” Michael commanded, pulling on Lucifer’s hair again to make him stand. 

His knees buckled beneath his weight as he tried to remain standing. Eventually he was able to keep his balance, albeit barely. He hadn’t felt this groggy since Diavolo had spiked his tea with tranquilizer a few months prior. His mind wandered briefly to you, and he was desperate to know where they were holding you. He hoped that you were safe, but given the aggressive handling that Michael and the guards were treating him with, he concluded they were probably weren’t treating you much better.  Regardless, he knew he had to figure out a way out of his binds- to make sure you were safe again in his arms.

Michael snapped his fingers, signaling for two armored guards came to Lucifer’s side. They hooked their arms under his armpits and followed Michael out of the room. Lucifer swallowed hard, taking note of his surroundings. Clearly, he was in the celestial palace, but he was unsure of his specific whereabouts- that is, until he was brought before the familiar, intimidating council doors. 

He narrowed his eyes, staring daggers into the back of Michael’s head. The last time he was here was when he was begging on his knees for Michael to help him to convince father to let Lilith live. An odd sense of familiarity washed over him as Michael grasped the handles on the doors. He swallowed hard, trying to bring back his cold and confident demeanor...but the fear about whether you both would make it out of this situation alive continued to sit like a rock in his stomach, making it hard to turn away from the anxiety.

Lucifer was thrown down to his knees roughly before the council. He gritted his teeth through the pain, trying to wiggle his arms our of their binds enough to where his shoulder wasn't threatening to dislocate. He took a deep breath before looking to the judging eyes of the council, but was surprised to see only two council members other than Michael who were looking at him with glares of hatred. The rest harbored a look of shock and uncertainty.

"Lucifer. It's been too long." Michael mused sarcastically with a wicked smile as he took his place amongst the council members. “I would love to say it’s good to see you, but unfortunately the mere sight of you is very unpleasant.”  

Lucifer tightened his jaw, but said nothing.

Michael cocked his head at him, the smile turning into a teasing smirk. "Come now, you're not going to even give us a proper greeting?"

Lucifer hissed his retort. "Fuck you."

Raphael winced as Michael let out a sickening chuckle. He looked to the other council members, noticing Uriel and Saraquael with similar grotesque smiles. Gabriel, Raguel, and Remiel, however, shared in his discomfort, and tossed nervous glances amongst each other.

"Uh, Michael..." Gabriel nervously chimed in after a pause, trying his best to keep a smile on his face, though it was clearly weathered from nerves. "We...we shouldn't delay in discussing why you've brought Lucifer before us so suddenly, especially considering you didn't not get all of our approval before doing so."

Lucifer lifted an eyebrow as Michael's eyelid twitched. The archangel slowly tilted his head back to look at Gabriel, his intense eyes boring holes into the second in command. "Approval was not necessary. I made an executive decision for the safety of the Celestial realm."

Lucifer furrowed his brow. Safety? What was he talking about??

"When you discussed the revamping of the exchange program, I did not expect this to be your ulterior motive." Raguel shook his head in disapproval as he scratched his long, grey beard. "This isn't right, Michael. Send him home."

"And the human too." Remiel added, a furious look on her face. "I know many angels- including yourself- are wary of deceit from humans after what happened with Simeon, but we have no right to-"

"Silence!" Michael slammed his fists on the podium in front of him, breathing hard. The other council members snapped their mouths shut, not wanting to evoke Michael's fury. "Humans as a race are not the problem here. I've explained this to you thick headed fools 5 times already!"

Remiel gasped quietly, looking to Raguel and Gabriel for support. They said noting, only looked on in shock at Michael’s behavior.

Michael continued. "The problem is this particular human, and those who enable her. She should be exterminated for her sins... and Lucifer..."

He glanced to his former brother over the rim of his glasses, seeing his eyes go wide with panic at the acknowledgement that he wanted to have you killed.

He shook his head. "Lucifer is our second biggest threat if we are to get rid of her, and as such he should be imprisoned indefinitely at the very least- if not sentenced to suffer the same fate."

"Agreed." Uriel stated, without hesitation. "It took 5 injections of the strongest sedative we had to bring him down."

"Who knows what destruction he could cause with those brothers of his if we didn't include him in this." Saraqael glared at him, seemingly disgusted by his actions. "We should have executed all of them after their betrayal instead of letting them fall. The blood of their sister still runs through their veins, and the veins of that wretch of a human."

Michael nodded as Lucifer's lips upturned into a snarl. "His brothers will come for him, and prove just how much destruction they're capable of- but they're no match for our army." He turned back to Gabriel, shaking his head once more. "Mercy for blasphemous actions are what lead Simeon to fall in the first place. Are you suggesting you're fine with every angel turning a blind eye to grace and becoming demons themselves? That simply will not do!"

Gabriel gulped, glancing toward Lucifer and then back to Michael. "Demons are allowed to make their own decisions for how they run their realm. Lucifer having the freedom to love a human doesn't concern us at all, Michael. We have already agreed not to become politically invested in the Devildom beyond maintaining peace."

Raguel stood, mirroring Michael's intensity with his hands firmly on his podium. He had enough of Michael's dictator like order over the council, and unfairness in making such extreme decisions without their input. As the oldest member of the council and a man of tradition, he was insulted by Michael's apparent insolence and side-stepping of the parliament rules. "What you've done is akin to a declaration of war! We're you not able to set aside your petty jealousy of father's favoritism for one moment to think of the consequences of your bull-headed actions!?"

"Tch!" He stood and rounded the podium to the front of the room where Lucifer knelt. He paced in front of him, dark brown irises glaring down intensely at the eldest brother, completely ignoring Raguel's words. "Tell me: What would we have done if this human wasn't given the ring of light?"

“I hardly see what this has to do with anything.” Remiel muttered, sharing a nervous glance with Raguel.

“Just answer the question.” Michael demanded, glancing amongst the council. “Tell me what would have happened.” 

Gabriel sighed, crossing his arms. "It was told to us by the sorcerer that her pacts with the brothers would have been revoked."

Michael let out a sickening laugh. "And you believed him?"

Gabriel was taken aback by his words. "I beg your pardon?"

"Lucifer needed to die in order to go with that route. Do you really think the demon prince, had he known, would have allowed that?"

There was a pause, before the hesitant council members slowly shook their heads.

Michael nodded, lips turning upwards into a smile. "Precisely. Now, wouldn't there be an easier option that would produce the same results? And it didn't even cross any of their minds."

The room wad quiet for a moment before Michael let out a 'tsk.'

"What they should have done was dispose of the threat. She not only holds pacts with 7 of the strongest demons at their disposal and could be considered a danger to both the Celestial Realm and the Devildom in that right, but weilding that power has made the entire fabric of the universe unstable."

Michael turned to Lucifer, crossing his arms. "Now, wouldn't such a danger to the 3 world's go directly against your precious Diavolo's plans?"

Lucifer swallowed, but remained silent.

"It would." He answered for him, turning back to the council. "And yet, his love for the human resulted in them risking the stability of not just the Devildom, but the Celestial Realm and the human world as well!"

"The solution that was arrived at was a suitable one." Raguel argued. "Providing the human with the ring of light was more than a reasonable solution, And I remember that you had hidden it from the council. Even after Simeon approached us with the option, you were still vehemently against it because of your own pride."

Michael glared at the older archangel. "And what if she were to take the ring off?"

Remiel sighed. "You saw it with your own eyes, Michael. She was terrified. Why in heavens name would she do that?"

"It doesn't matter how or why." Uriel nodded toward Michael. "His point still stands that it's a possibility, and made the option a mediocre one at best."

Raphael gripped his pants tightly in his fist. He wasn't sure who to side with at this point, and kept finding himself thinking back to Luke and the interactions he witnessed between the two of you. Raphael was still indifferent toward you, considering the bias he initially came into the Devildom with, but even a week with you was enough to sway his opinion slightly in the opposite direction.

Perhaps Michael was obsessed and blinded by anger and power, like Raguel had said to him before the meeting.

"Michael...y-you've gone mad..." Gabriel shook his head in a panic. "This isn't the way father would-"

"And how are you to know what father wants!" Michael snapped back. "I am the leader of this council, and I am the direct executor of his will!"

"Enough, Michael!" Remiel shouted, now standing. "The council was elected as a whole to execute father’s will. Cease this absurdity at once, and release these two back to Devildom! They are innocent!"

"Innocent!? Hah!" Michael laughed sarcastically at her. "Even meeting Mc in real life was enough to convince me she is anything but!"

Lucifer growled in warning, wanting desperately to tell Michael to keep your name off his lips.

Michael shook his head, feeling a shiver run through his spine as he remembered his encounter with the human. The way he felt such an unnatural pull toward her made him feel so disgraceful, and only re-affirmed his mindset on how dangerous she was. "Just the way in which she was dressed told me everything about her intentions. She’s clearly well able to use manipulation and seduction to her advantage. No wonder demons and angels alike have a difficult time controlling themselves around her- clearly she's inviting them to defile her!"

"Shut your fucking mouth!" Lucifer finally spat at him, finding himself enraged at the suggestion that your state of dress they had captured you in- that was supposed to be for his eyes only- was somehow an excuse for the trauma you suffered. His eyes bore holes into Michael's as they stared each other down. Lucifer panted, snarling at him as he wrestled with his binds, wanting to beat Michael to death right there.

"Tch." Michael narrowed his eyes. "How pitiful."

"Look, Michael..." Gabriel sighed, "despite your personal feelings on the matter, this entire situation needs further discussion, both amongst the council and with father directly. Until that is done, these two are not to be harmed, and should be returned home."

"We are not doing anything to either of them as long as there is disagreement among the council." Remiel reiterated Gabriel’s words, glaring at Michael with her emerald eyes filled with fire. "That is final."

Michael let out another sickening laugh, making the opposing council members' blood run cold. Even the two who were on his side lost the smirks they displayed through the meeting at the unsettling sound of it.

"This was not a request for any stupid debate, or a vote." He smirked toward Lucifer, who continued to glare at him. "This was just a warning to you that the wheels of retribution are already moving. Her punishment was started well before this meeting, and I saw to it personally."

"Wait...what?" Raphael finally spoke, unsure of what to make of Michael’s words. He glanced uneasily toward Uriel and Saraqael, who shared in his confusion. "Y-you said you would get the councils permission before...before-"

The color drained from Lucifer's face as Michael's smile grew. He felt his stomach churn as Michael folded his arms over his chest, staring Raguel down as the realization of what he had done sunk in to everyone in attendance.

"M-Michael... what did you do to that human?" Gabriel stuttered out, completely blindsided by Michael's descent into madness. He glanced to Lucifer, seeing the Avatar of Pride barely holding on to his emotions.

Michael stayed silent, watching the horror on their faces grow with each passing second. His wicked smile told them everything they needed to know.

[megantrancyfanfics]

Game Over | Leviathan x F! Reader smut

Warning: female reader, blow job, pet names “baby”, “darling” and “good girl” used.

Enjoy💜

~~~~

“Levi~” you whined, sliding down the side of his bathtub bed, only receiving a quick “hm?” As a response.

“You’ve been playing that game for 6 hours straight I want your attention”

“Yeah yeah as soon as I beat this level!”

“You‘ve said that after every level” you groaned as you didn’t get a response. Unless you count the squeaks of his game chair as a response then you got a few.

You had tried to asked Levi a few questions a few minutes after, but only realizing he wasn’t paying any attention to you, and he’d just give you generic responses.

“I’m gonna go get a snack you want anything?”

“Mhm that’s great honey.”

You sighed as Leviathan let out a small evil chuckle as apparently something went according to his plan.

“I’m gonna go jump off of the balcony in Lucifer’s room.” You said sitting on your knees.

“Ok, be careful.”

You rolled your eyes and almost let out a chuckle.

“After that I’m gonna go to mammon and see if he wants to recreate any of his sexy fantasies he has of me every night. Maybe I’ll get some dick from him.”

“Ok, have fun.”

If Levi actually heard that he’d blow a fuse and go after his brother, but, apparently his game was more important. Suddenly, an idea sprung into your mind.

If words won’t get his attention, maybe actions will. You quickly crawled over to Levi’s desk. Luckily, it was one of those days that he sat a few inches away from the desk so you could sneak under it.

“Wait- did y/n just say she was going to get dick from ma-ah!” He quickly covered his mouth with his hand as you placed your hand on his inner thigh before moving your hand upwards and over his dick, then resting it on the hem of his pants.

“Levi~” you cooed. “I want you so bad”

“A-after this level ok?” He whimpered out as you pulled down his pants and underwear, his half hard dick springing out.

“I never said you can’t play your game lev, I’m just gonna do what I want too. Let’s call it..an extra challenge. Focus on the game, while I focus on giving you pleasure~” you cooed, bringing your mouth close to his dick, your hot breath tickling him before spitting on his cock. Leviathan was trying his very hardest to focus on the task at hand: his game, but when he felt your hands wrap around his cock, and giving it a gentle squeeze before your hot mouth and cute lips wrapped around his tip, he could practically blow his load right there. He tried to focus on his computer screen, but he couldn’t help but to let his eyes wonder off screen to meet your eyes that stared up at him innocently as your mouth was wrapped around his dick. A shiver ran down his spine. He shook his head and focused back onto his screen, which didn’t make you satisfied. You pulled off his cock, with a satisfying pop, which made him bite his lip.

You had been with Levi for a while, and you knew his body like the back of your hand. You smirked as you licked the sensitive vein on the bottom side of his dick, making Levi throw his head back and moan, his hips bucking up.

“T-that was a cheap s-shot.” He mumbled, his cheeks stained red as you gave him an innocent smile.

“Better focus on your game before you lose.” You say before sucking again, making sure your tongue abuses that vein.

Levi’s head was spinning as he got closer to his climax. He couldn’t help but to start bucking his hips up, whines and groans leaving his mouth, the game completely out of his mind, as he gripped the back of his chair, his climax bubbling up inside of him hard, before coating the back of your throat with his hot cum, a loud whine escaping his mouth as his dick twitched in your mouth.

“Game over!” The computer shouted as you pulled up, giggling softly.

“Oops. I guess you lost. Sorry baby.”

“Oh no don’t sorry baby me.” Levi said grabbing your hair, making you sit up as he pulled your hair. He leaned down capturing your lips with his harshly.

His tongue explored your mouth, hints of his cum coating his tongue before pulling back.

“You better be ready for a long night. We’re not stopping until the sun rises.” Leviathan spoke has he held your chin in his hand.

“B-but Levi we can’t tell when the sun rises in your room-”

“Is that a problem? It better not be, you wanted this. So get your ass up here. We’ll stop when I’m satisfied and when I feel like you’ve made it up for making me lose my game.”

You knew you were in trouble when his tail, and horns started to appear.

“Unless you wanna go get dick from mammon instead.” He mocked you as you shook your head.

“No, I only want your dick. Your dick makes feel so good only you can satisfy me.” You whined out making leviathan chuckle.

“Good girl.”

~~~~~

“ACHOO!” Mammon sneezed, wiping his nose on his jacket before placing the magazine he was looking at down on his bed.

“Ya! One of my stupid brothers must be talkin bout the great mammon! As they should.” He says confidently before picking up Goldie that Lucifer has recently given back to him.

“Now, how about we do some shoppin Goldie ol girl?”

End

[littlestardescendants]

Drop Dead I still hate you and your country Foras. -_-

WHB MC wtf?! These fuckers kidnap and poison you and you're okay with shaking their hand??

Jesus and I thought OM MC was a spineless coward...

[sorastage]

satan’s catgirl.

be belphegor’s cowgirl

satan was reading a… very informative book one day and it gave him a great idea. he buys something off akuzon, and texts you.

(nsfw, smut, you perform oral, feminine clothing, you call him master, he calls himself master, he calls you dumb and kitten)

you’re so excited to see what it is that you spritz some perfume on yourself and slip into some green crocs and walk to his room.

you decide to knock.

“hey mc, just come inside.”

gaining his permission, you slink inside.

“soooo. gift. where?” you get straight to the point.

he points to a box on a stack of books.

“i hope you like it. i thought of you when i saw it. i’ll wait outside, get changed and call me back in whenever you’re ready.”

why is he leaving, he’s seen you change a bunch of times before…

before you can ask this question, the door shuts.

“might as well.” you reach for the box and open it.

…

alright.

even though you feel a little scared, you can’t shake this feeling of pure excitement.

as you wear these… clothes, you start to feel more and more confident. you even pull at your own tail.

since satan’s still waiting outside, you could wait in any position you want…

you decide to kneel down at the entrance so you can be the first thing he sees as he walks in.

sitting far enough to not be smacked by the door, you call out:

“satan… your catgirl is waiting for you.~”

the door flies open.

he shuts then locks the door before turning around.

his eyes dart around the room, not noticing you crawling up to him and pawing at his ankles, slowly making your way up.

“look down. is this what you wanted..?” you whisper.

“f-fuck, you decided to surprise me, huh? you naughty little-”

you cut him off by suddenly grabbing his dick through his trousers.

“permission to take this off… master?”

unable to speak anymore, he just nods.

you pull his trousers and underwear down and trace lines up and down his hardened cock, lightly blowing on it.

“s-stop being such a tease. use that mouth of yours for something good.” he grabs your head and shoves his entire length in your mouth.

“can’t talk anymore now huh? dumb kitten, you only know how to use that mouth to please your master.” he continues to mock you and all you can do is gag as tears threaten to fall from your eyes.

he pulls you back up and shoves you back down, continuing for a few minutes before he starts to whine incessantly.

“s-shit. good kittens swallow.” he mutters before releasing in your mouth.

you make sure to fulfil his request and open your mouth to prove it.

“you’re the best kitten… come here.” he pulls you up and lays you on the bed.

he peppers kisses all over your body, flips you over and yanks your tail, causing you to yelp.

he laughs before hooking his finger round your panties and pulling them off in a swift motion.

“i’ll make sure you mewl my name for hours.”

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i hope i’ll see you again ღ

thanks for reading ☆

[thatguyfromforest]

Mammon looked around.

This is one of the few evenings when the whole family gathered in one room. Lucifer did not write his endless papers, Levi did not watch the next anime marathon, Asmo did not go to a party, Satan did not close himself in the library, Beel did not stay late for training and Belphie did not sleep (well, almost did not sleep).

The topic of conversation was changing every minute, everyone was involved and it seemed that nothing could be better. The TV was hissing softly behind him, a pleasant warmth was coming from the fireplace, causing drowsiness. Mc was here too. She sat opposite him between the twins, stroked Belphie's hair, who had fallen asleep on her lap, carefully passed packs of snacks to Beel and smiled.

Oh, whatever Mammon would do for that smile. Whatever he would do to wake up seeing that smile, fall asleep next to her and so on from day to day.

You're the love of my life.

"Didn't you recently write a diploma for the university?" Lucifer asked, and all attention turned to Mc. She smiled guiltily, as if she had done something wrong and lowered her gaze.

"Exactly! I remember what you said about it" Asmo nodded and moved closer.

"How did it go? What do you think to do with this next?" - Satan closed the book and turned to Mc, waiting for an answer. But for some reason she was silent. She was still smiling and looking at the floor. Mammon felt uncomfortable for some reason.

And most importantly, why does no one but him pay attention to this change of atmosphere? Why is she silent? What's wrong? She didn't pass? Or she's going to...

"Mc" he called. "what do you want to do next? Will you leave us? Will you leave me?"

The room went cold in an instant. He blinked and now it was just him and Mc in the room. There was no fire in the fireplace, no TV, no one nearby. Just the two of them. She still had her hand in her lap, as if Belphie was still lying there.

"This is cruel Mammon" she whispered "It's not even fair"

"What ya talkin' about?"

She looked up at him, still with the same faint smile.

Now this smile did not bring happiness to his soul.

Only cold fear.

"I've been dead for a long time Mammon. I have no future, I left it in this house. There is only the past in which I can't breathe"

Mammon blinked again and now there was no one in the room but him. He jumped to his feet and looked around. Something is missing. Something's wrong. Where did everyone go? Mc?

His trembling legs led him towards her room by themselves. The step turned into a run, and he could no longer notice that her drawings, which she gave to the brothers, were missing from the walls, her little garden was not visible from the window, and there were no cute pink slippers at the entrance.

He opened the door with such a bang that it seemed the whole Devildom heard it. Moonlight illuminated the outlines of the room, covered with a century-old layer of dust. No one has been here for years. But how so, Mc went out of here to hang out with them, he saw for himself.

This is some kind of joke. Another failed prank by Belphie and Satan over Lucifer.

Mammon went into the room, trying not to make unnecessary sounds, as if he could disturb someone. The bed is neatly made, notebooks are stacked on the table, empty flower pots are on the window. It's the same as always, except...

Neatly standing vase on the shelf. In the corner, almost invisible. Mammon didn't remember her.

The realization came only when he opened the lid and looked inside.

Ashes.

****

Mammon inhaled so hard that his chest ached. His eyes were open, but his vision was hazy, he could not even see the ceiling of the bedroom. He almost fell off the bed, but managed to roll over and immediately grabbed his throat. It was as if water had been poured into his lungs, he could not take a single breath.

It is not true. It is not true. It is not true. It is not—

He jumped out of bed and immediately collapsed on the floor. His legs refused to obey him, but Mammon forced himself to stand up. Not seeing where he was running, he just trusted his instincts. A long-learned path.

The house was quiet, as well as behind the door of her room. He opened it, not caring about the silence. He went straight to the bed and only then was able to exhale.

Mc was lying there, wrapped in a huge blanket like a caterpillar. She sniffed softly and made a funny whistling sound with her nose. His legs betrayed him, and Mammon collapsed to the floor, having managed to catch on the edge of the bed. From a thud, Mc stirred, mumbled something and removed her hair from her face.

Mammon grinned nervously and immediately put his hand over his mouth. He didn't care that he could wake her up, just another second and he wouldn't be able to restrain the hysteria that was bursting out of his throat.

"Mammon?..." came a soft whisper from the bed. Mammon shifted his gaze and felt tears flowing down his cheeks. Mc sleepily rubbed her eyes and looked puzzled at the night guest. "Mammon, what happened? Why are you crying—"

He did not let her finish, throwing all his weight on her, wrapping his arms and legs around her body. Mc let out a small squeak of surprise, but immediately quieted down when she felt Mammon's shaking.

"It's okay. I've got you. I'm here."

"Yes," he sobbed "you're here. I beg... Please, always be here... Don't ever leave me..."

****

All the next morning Mammon did not move away from Mc more than two steps, which was not surprising, but he was so quiet that all brothers thought about another curse had been put on him.

[l3viat8an]

Imagine diavolo’s absolute horror when he catches MC, in his bedroom waiting for him after a meeting, eating a pickle because of period/pregnancy cravings. He’d feel devastated and betrayed, and would ignore her for a week straight until he eventually caves when she starts crying and/or incessantly messaging him that she’s sorry and that “it was only a pickle, I just couldn’t help myself, the craving was too strong!”

(Btw, can I be 🐦‍⬛ anon?)

Diavolo would be so hurt, not the pickle!!!- anything but the pickles!

But he can’t stay made for long. I’d imagining more like that happening in the early afternoon and by evening Diavolo is walking back into his bedroom and apologizing for overreacting, after all that’s his lover pregnant with his baby.

A pickle isn’t worth hurting their relationship, “It was simply shocking seeing you eating that thing.” still with a look of disgust on his face ofc. “And it would be wrong of me to hold a craving against you……just don’t eat them in my bed.”

As long as MC can agree to that, he’ll be climbing into the bed for some cuddles cooing to the baby in her stomach.

(And ofc you can! Tho on my phone it looks like a bird and black square hskaja so hopefully it looks right for you)

[arvandus]

Possessive Barb

It's finally done! Well, as done as it's gonna get. Really just having fun playing with colors and stuff...

This is my OC, Amalie. Usually her hair is longer in my mind, but it's short for the sake of seeing barb's shoulder behind her 🤭.

I don't really have much of a story for her; or more specifically, her story changes depending on the fandom I'm inserting her in. I think she's more of a placeholder for my self-insert, tbh...

[strawberry-cowmilk]

Leviathan as a father

Mc is female, not proof read

In case anyone needs this: do not sleep with a fan next to you for a long period. You will get a cold at the worst time. Since I'm not feeling totally great right now, I can't guarantee this will be any good. Sorry about that.

Content warnings: babies, mentions of past pregnancy, insecurity (angst), 'buying milk' mentions

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When Mc told Levi she was pregnant with his child, all the avatar of envy could think about was that his child was going to hate his guts. All he does is play games, watch anime, and never leave his room. The baby would be better off without their trash father in their life, maybe he should run away and never come back. But, on the other hand, Levi was overjoyed by the news and wanted nothing more than to stay by Mc's side. The demon reluctantly embraced the human in front of him. 'W-what if they are going to hate me?' the words slipped out of the third born's mouth. Mc hushed her partner while gently rubbing his back. She actually knew the demon would react like this. That is why she waited with telling him the news until she herself had made peace with it. For almost a week, Mc had known she was pregnant without having told anyone. 'Levi, it's a baby. It can't hate you. Besides, you're their father.' Those were the words that caused the avatar of envy to cry.

It took Levi a short while to get used to the fact he was going to have a baby, but once he did, he couldn't stop gushing over Mc and their unborn baby. He actually went to Devilkea to replace his bathtub with a proper bed, so Mc could move to his room and her own room could be turned into a nursery. 'Mc, can we name them Henry if it's a boy and Hana if it's a girl?' The human didn't have the heart to turn his idea down. After all, he was finally happy with the news. Levi even went to the lenghts of calling the fish a 'soon-to-be big brother.'

The baby ended up being a boy, and after he was born, Levi's insecurities came back to him for a short while. 'H-he's crying... does he hate me?' Mc shook her head. 'No, he's just hungry.' she said as she handed the demon a bottle. Levi carefully held his son in one arm while feeding him the milk from the bottle with the other. 'Oh! He's smiling now!' the avatar of envy cooed. 'Of course, he loves you after all.'

Henry liked to be with his father every time he was playing games. One day, Levi was playing Devil Cart on his console while the baby was resting against his chest. In the game, Levi accidentally drove the car into a cliff, and the character in the cart let out a noise, and Henry thought it was absolutely hilarious. 'You think that's funny?' Levi spoke in a soft voice before driving the car off of the cliff again to make his son laugh. And so he kept doing it over and over again. The demon didn't care that the action made him lose his spot on the leaderboard. His baby's laugh was worth more than anything else to him. Sometimes, when the baby was being very fussy, Levi would fire up Devil Cart and start driving into some ravine, and Henry would be happy again. The third born suddenly didn't understand what he was so afraid of before. He loved his child. And he loved Mc for giving him to him. Every night, before the pair went to sleep, Levi would shove all shyness aside and kiss Mc's forehead while uttering a little 'thank you.'

[nwaml-writes]

gn!reader ♡ fluff • relaxing with Mams • 550words ♡

Oh? Has this chandelier always been there?

I'm the only one who doesn't have class today so I enjoy some alone time relaxing on the sofa. Hands behind my head I admire the ceiling. I just noticed the sumptuous volutes that adorn the ceiling, not to mention this gigantic chandelier that sits in the middle of the canvas.

The crackle of the fireplace on my left, my favorite drink on my right, and a soft blanket on my legs. I couldn't ask for more. At first, the silence of this house sent shivers down my spine and made me really uncomfy. I got used to it, although, I still prefer the sweet sound of the bros arguing and complaining across the house. The plush sofa hugs my body perfectly, and slowly I feel myself succumbing to Morphe's embrace.

The front door closes softly and slow footsteps approach me. I don't open my eyes, I could but I really like this floaty feeling. I try to guess which of the 7 inhabitants of this house it could be. Flat heels, long steps, the man seems to be walking with his bust back, very relaxed. I bet 3000 Grimm it's Mammon.

“Oi MC! What're ya doing?"

Bingo

I flutter my eyes open and give him my loveliest smile.

“Staring at the ceiling”

He instinctively raises his head and I can't help but wonder how such a manly demon can constantly act as cute as a four-year-old.

"Can I join you?"

"Sure"

He goes around the sofa, sits on my left, and gently lays his head on my lap. He smells of expensive perfume and leather. I never really liked these smells before but since living here I have associated them with so many wholesome and comforting memories. These are, now, my favorite smells.

We stay together for a few minutes, in silence, staring at the ceiling. I instinctively put my hand in his white locks and gently run my thingers through them. I look down at his angelic face and can't help but admire this view. His facial features are thin and harmonious, and his thick eyebrows sit delicately above his eyes, as deep and shiny as the night sky. He adjusts his vision to look at me, his eyelashes fanning over his questioning gaze.

"Ain't looking at the ceiling?"

"Not anymore, pretty boy"

He frowns and plays the annoyed card. His cheeks heating up shows otherwise.

"Of course, you'd prefer staring at the great Mammon's face," he mumbles, not looking me in the eye.

I chuckle softly and decide to tease him a bit. I bend down and whisper in his ear.

“Getting nervous for me, pretty boy?”

He turns his eyes towards me and now that he wears this awkward expression it makes me want to tease him a little more.

I gently move his bangs away and bend down to place a tender kiss on his forehead. He doesn't take his eyes off me, completely enamored.

"Stop looking at me like that"

I put my hand over his eyes.

"Like what?"

"Like you want more"

I feel his cheekbones raising and a genuine smile forming on his face.

He takes my hand in his and places a kiss on my palm while holding eye contact.

"What if I do?"

[kannra21]

Hii, i have like THE BEST IDEA

Can you write a scenario with MC asking the brothers + the dateables (minus Luke) to recreate the Kim Kardashian s€x tape ?

I would be so exited to read that😩

Hey!!

I'm not a writer and I never wrote nsfw before but I'd be damned if I didn't try. 😂 I did the thing just for funsies, so enjoy.

🔞MINORS DON'T INTERACT🔞

F!MC asking the brothers + dateables (minus Luke, Thirteen, Raphael and Mephisto bc I don't know them well) to recreate the tape

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LUCIFER

He did his paperwork in his secret study as usual when you entered the room, holding a small camera in your hands and mumbling that silly question under your breath. Nice going MC, there's no turning back now except digging your hole a bit deeper into another circle of hell and maybe, just maybe, ending up burning yourself. Which would be plausible considering the look that Lucifer just gave you. Now the ever-burning flames of inferno didn't seem half so bad of an idea.

The avatar of pride smirked, clearly enjoying the newfound situation you got yourselves in, "I'm sorry MC but I think I didn't hear that correctly. Could you repeat it?"

You felt embarrassment tugging at your every nerve. You knew exactly how much he was enjoying poking fun at you. That idiot. That jaw-dropping, head-spinning, stupidly gorgeous idiot.

"It's just that you overwork yourself all the time and I could use a break from studying you know..."

You hid your face behind the stupid device that barely served its purpose and fell silent to his teasing.

He stood up from his seat in a calm demeanor and started undoing his tie, putting up a little show just for you.

"There's no need for excuses, my love. I missed you just as much."

He came up to you, threw his tie around you and pulled you gently towards himself. Your smaller frame now pressed slightly against his own but still leaving enough room, making you wish for more. His soft baritone voice tickled the left side of your ear and sent shivers through your body, "I suppose a small break wouldn't hurt anyone. What is it that you wanted to show me?"

He doesn't know much about the Kardashians or reality shows in general. He's more interested in human art and culture... and you, a different sort of art (haha such a simp). When you showed him the tape he thought it was a bit tasteless, no offense (the tape is from 2007 after all).

You ended up creating your own sex tape that was hundred times more sensual and passionate. He fell head over heels for you, especially for your "lady in the streets, freak in the sheets" attitude. Family breakfast the next day was totally awkward considering that everyone ate in complete silence. They knew exactly what happened yesterday because your moaning resonated through the entire house. Asmo broke it by admitting how happy he was for both of you and you covered your face in shame. In contrast to you, Lucifer was clearly unbothered. His reasoning was that "this act is completely normal for two people in love". In fact, he was so proud to have the most beautiful gf in all three realms. And, of course, he was happy that others knew just how good his dick made you feel. His and nobody else's.

Usually he drinks demonus or gold hellfire newt syrup to put himself in the mood. Now he's using the tape to remind himself just how perfect you felt under his touch and he's already good to go.

MAMMON

He was in the middle of a call with his modeling employer when you suddenly, and quite shamelessly, proposed the idea to him. The poor guy couldn't bring himself to speak anymore, his face was aflame and his pants felt unusually tight.

"Ss...s..sure I'll c..call you tomorrow. YES I'm fine! I'm TOTALLY fine haha! *dies inside* See ya." *ends the call* "MC YA CAN'T JUST SAY THAT DURING AN IMPORTANT CALL, MY HEART ALMOST GLOCKED!" He was too cute like this.

Of course he knew about the Kardashians, one of the wealthiest families of the human world (which he wishes to collaborate with someday... okay, maybe steal a couple of values while he's at it). He heard of their line of men's wardrobe and cosmetics. People were spreading it all over social media and it would be a real shame if he didn't take the opportunity to shoot his shot. However, he wasn't familiar with the tape (which was the reason behind their popularity to begin with). When you showed it to him, he was so turned on- eyes roaming everywhere but the screen in front of him and his face flushed in embarrassment. The tsundere was back in town.

"Are ya okay with this? I...I mean, of course ya want to do it with The Great Mammon, who else? It's just that... I wanted to check if you're ready for this..."

By this he meant if you're ready to lose your virginity to him this soon. He wasn't expecting you to take his hand and literally push it in your pants, you idiot. You were so wet for him that every ounce of his rational thought flew off the window. He growled, took you in his hands and threw you on the bed with him. From this moment you knew- you won't be leaving his room anytime soon.

You were so lost in the moment that you completely forgot about the whole filming thing, so there was a promise of the next time and Mammon's heart swelled with joy.

If you thought that Lucifer was the possessive type then you were greatly mistaken. Mammon is the avatar of greed, it's practically engraved in his name. He bought you a cum necklace so that "you'll always have a little piece of him with you wherever you go". Demons have a more sensitive smell than humans so it'll drive them away. You take it off when hanging with the bros because you don't want them to look at you weird. No worries, Mammon will make it weird nonetheless. He'll give you his cologne just in case his brothers got any funny ideas. He wanted to ensure that you were absolutely taken and that none of them would even think about making a move on you during his absence. You don't see a problem with it since you love Mammon just as much. To make it even- he's wearing your own version of the necklace and keeping some of your belongings in his car like hoodie or panties for him to jerk off with.

LEVIATHAN

He was playing video games when you knocked on his door.

"What's the secret phrase?"

"The second lord attempted to steal the Lord of Corruption's platypus, which could lay golden eggs. Having incurred the wrath of the Lord of Corruption for this misdeed, it was ordered that the second lord would be forever dubbed The Lord of Fools."

"Secret phrase authenticated. You may enter."

It was funny how you still played this game with Levi although you knew each other well by now. It's not that he wouldn't let you in his room- little things like knowing specific info from his favorite series meant a lot to him. It showed how much you cared about him and his interests. When you entered, he greeted you with a big smile on his face.

"Hey MC, I'm playing Bad Demon Slayer! Would you care to join me?" When you explained the motive for your arrival he showed clear disinterest.

"Ew, no offense MC but why would we do this normie stuff? We're better than this."

"Because my idiot bf is incapable of giving me the time of day. You weebish, pathetic excuse for an otaku." You had already noticed his face flushing and tent growing in his pants.

"I..I have a suggestion." *he hands you his console similar to the Nintendo Switch you had at home* "This will help in distracting you from whatever I'm about to do, o..okay?"

You liked the idea so much that you instantly stripped down and spread yourself wide open in his bathtub. Since you were playing the games on his console, it allowed him to push and poke and test whatever piqued his interest without making it too awkward, at least for himself. Your occasional moaning helped him with figuring out what made you more comfortable and, once he got the hang of things, you felt so good that you completely forgot about the console and everything you were able to think about was him. He used his tail on you and let's just say that you discovered a new kink you didn't know you had. After the first round, he insisted on going again so you watched anime porn (hentai?) to get yourselves into the mood which you did. After the second round, he wanted to try out cosplay but you needed a short break to catch some breath beforehand. Jeez, what have you done? You "unlocked" a sex monster. After the third round, you laid together in each other's arms and dozed off.

"I guess this is one of the fewer normie activities I'm able to tolerate," he murmured and you laughed in his chest. His bathtub wasn't exactly the most comfiest bed in the world, but it was great because it squished you together and you enjoyed the warmth that his body provided. You also loved his notable cedarwood fragrance with musky notes. Funny, you would have never taken him for the type who uses cologne because he's almost never leaving his room. Still, it was a nice detail.

He's still unable to look at the tape, so you were more than welcome to keep it. Pls keep it haha!

ASMODEUS

A special event is being held at The Fall and all the big names have been invited. So, naturally, he needed to look extra pretty for the occasion and that's why he needed YOUR assistance. Yes, yours, because nobody else has a sense of style the way you do. And since you were helping him with all the "important life decisions", you were joining in on the fun + he paid for everything because he felt extra generous today (and because he needed to spoil his precious little kitten once in a while, it's all. ♡)

You spent hours on shopping, then beauty salons and afterwards you visited the massage center since you were, as Asmo claimed- "walking the entire day and in need of a fulfilling relaxation experience ♡".

You came back home, stored all your shopping bags in your respective rooms and entered the jacuzzi (another excuse for relaxation). You talked about all kinds of topics- some viral DevilTube videos, beauty tips, your love lives, even sex poses.

To Asmo, it came as a second nature- he was the avatar of lust after all. Being the more experienced of the two, he discussed every type off the top of his head and gave his honest opinion on it. What he didn't know is the effect this had on you and your tights rubbing together to help you ease the frisky feeling building inside. Spending time with Asmo was such a common occurrence for you that you completely forgot that you were sitting in a luxury tub resembling the "Temple of Love" in Versailles with a guy, both butt-naked as the day you were born. You either never really paid attention or you were seriously that oblivious, but the way his wet hair shone under the dim chandelier lighting or the way his muscles barely protruded through his lean form, did things to you. He noticed your eyes wandering and not just around water covered in rose petals. Asmo learned a long time ago that you were immune to his demon charm, so he thought that discussing sexual subjects with you wouldn't be such a big deal but apparently- he was wrong.

"Oh, sorry MC. You should've told me to stop the moment I started talking about it... Unless you really liked what you heard~"

When you suggested the tape idea, he was overjoyed. Of course he's familiar with the Kardashian tape- the start of western indulgence. Only Diavolo knows how many times he was summoned to satisfy the deepest pits of humans' carnal desire. Humans were impure creatures by default, and although you bore angelic blood thanks to Lilith, some things never changed. You weren't like any other human though- you were special to him.

It was already evening when you arrived home so the "bathing time" was prolonged until you decided to switch to his bed and practice "another form of relaxation". Long story short- Asmo's the best at aftercare and you felt like a literal princess. You kept the tape and made sure you gave him the copy the next day. Although he refused to watch it because of the new sex poses he wanted to film with you depending on your schedule. Oh, you're worried that you won't be flexible enough? Don't worry, you'll be~

SATAN

You were minding your own business when someone knocked on your door.

"Hey MC!"

"Not today, Satan."

"What?"

"Nah forget it, it's not even funny. Come in."

When he entered your room, he handed you the book that he borrowed from you and lent you something from his own collection as well. You were holding a book marathon where each was supposed to read at least one book per week, considering that the read was meant to be quick and easy on the tongue, since you didn't want to burden yourself with more work on top of your school responsibilities. Satan came up with the idea because he wanted to "spread his horizons" and you just so happened to bring your favorite juicy stories from home this weekend. It... wasn't exactly his cup of tea to begin with, but that's why he insisted on it so much- he wished to enjoy your interests without unnecessary judgment or criticism. Reading was all about having fun. Refusing to read different genres was equivalent to closing the doors towards greater knowledge. You were watching him expectantly, wearing that shit-eating smile as you waited for him to share his final impressions on your latest recommendation. Needless to say- his face was flushed and his eyes were intently avoiding yours.

"Thank you for the book. It was... very erotic."

You burst into laughter and he "Oi"-ed in disappointment.

"Were you pranking me just now?! If so, your plan has definitely failed because I read the whole thing in just two days. It was no big deal."

"Oh, two days? So it was this interesting to you~" You enjoyed teasing him, partly because you loved how worked up he gets over simple things and he pinched the space between his eyebrows.

"I took the task seriously and read the whole thing as promised. It... wasn't that bad."

Your face perked up in curiosity and he continued.

"I appreciated the story's build up and the emotional aspect that the main heroine and her love interest shared. They gradually got closer as the plot proceeded despite all the hardships and it was overall an interesting read. Solid 5/10."

"Seriously?! You started praising it so well and then gave it such a shit rating! You're so contradictory."

"You know how much I love murder mysteries, this story didn't have any of them. Plus- I raised the rating by a number just because of the heroine's cat."

"C'mon you jerked to it. Admit it."

"... Ok 6/10."

"YES! XD" you cheered over such stupid reasons that he couldn't help himself but to smile a little. You were such an idiot, and yet he loved you more than anything. However, you caught him off guard when he processed your next words.

"We can... recreate some of the scenes if you want..." your request was followed by a short silence and you covered your face in embarrassment, "Forget it, it's stupid."

"I'd like that."

You uncovered your face and felt your heart skip a beat.

"Just make sure to lock your room so nobody could barge in on accident."

"Even so, wouldn't it be suspicious? I'm never locking up the doors. They'll wonder what's going on."

"Don't worry, they'll hear the reason."

He gave you one of his seductive smiles and your face went aflame. You rummaged through drawers for the keys which felt like decades to find, hands shaky from all the hurrying (and excitement).

Sure, he predicted Mammon or Asmo knocking on your door for whatever annoying reason. He wasn't expecting Lucifer of all people standing at your doorstep, asking you to join him for a moment. Perfect timing. Satan picked up the pace and pounded harder into you- your broken cries and moans and all the filth echoing between your shaky legs enough evidence for the (now traumatized lmao) avatar of pride to take his leave.

You suggested the Kardashian tape for your second round and he agreed to whatever, as long as he could feel more of you because your pussydrunk bf was this desperate for your touch aw.

He's not leaving your side the following day. He's a dotting bf and he's taking good care of you (mby I'm biased now but he's the best bf material, he'd always baby you so much it's almost impossible to believe that he's the avatar of wrath). He also made fun of Lucifer for walking in on you lol.

BEELZEBUB

Surprisingly, not horny at all unless you're exercising with him in the gym he visited so often. Other demons already assumed you're a thing considering that you're always arriving together. Despite no one wanting to approach you because of fear of getting on the giant's bad side, they still gave you side glances or checked you out briefly. And whether their interests were driven by hunger or sexual attraction, you managed to ignore it and concentrate on your workout. Well, for the most part. Which doesn't mean that you weren't feeling a tad bit uncomfortable with the whole situation. Sure, Beel was a dense guy from the day you met, but he wasn't ignorant of your problem and he wanted to help you the best way he could. He avoided fights and tried to talk to the owner about their gym etiquette. Sadly, to no avail. You were offered a security guard in case you felt threatened by other gym users, but there wasn't a need for it since Beel was built like two bodyguards combined. You were just hoping for some basic respect from fellow gym visitors. However, the owner couldn't give someone a restraining order based on just "a couple of glances". Disappointed, you returned to your training equipment and continued with your exercise.

"If you're still not feeling well we can leave this place. We're not required to stay here."

"It's okay Beel. Maybe he's right. Maybe I was just exaggerating."

The longer you stayed, the more irritating it got and Beel couldn't stand looking at you keeping up with everyone's harassment. He took your hand in his own and brought you to the changing room where he could at least make you feel safe. You both ate at the bench and talked about random things that put a smile on your face. Excluding his undying obsession with food, Beel could be very compassionate and sweet towards you, the way nobody else could be. You needed to watch your language around Lucifer. Satan and Belphie were troublesome. Mammon, Levi and Asmo annoyed you in their own ways. Other demons mistreated you. Only Beel felt like your safe place and it was in the middle of your conversation that you realized just how deeply you'd fallen for him... and how nicely his muscles shone under the white led lights of the empty locker room. You got bolder and asked him if you could lean on him to take some rest and he complied. You leaned your head on his shoulder and put your hands around his biceps. He was so strong... you really felt safe in his presence.

"If only they could realize that we mean business and leave you alone..."

Beel's thoughts gave you a naughty idea but you needed to ensure that he was absolutely okay with it. You suggested locker sex, so if they heard both of you, they'd most likely avoid you in the long run. His face turned bright red and you wondered if you'd crossed the line. To your relief- he wasn't bothered in the slightest. He locked the doors to give you some privacy but he didn't know where to begin with, so you showed him the Kardashian sex tape for the reference. One thing was sure- Beel was amazing at oral. In fact- he was so good that everyone at the gym knew and refrained from looking at you the moment you returned to your previous spots.

Your mission was accomplished and your day fulfilled. However, Beel wasn't nearly as satisfied as he would have liked, so he asked if you could continue with your ministrations at home. Your eyes were basically shining by now.

BELPHEGOR

He was skipping classes. You were skipping classes. You were alone at home. Only one logical conclusion could be drawn from this- you were napping (I knew what you were thinking perv no you didn't).

Belphie loved holding you in his arms during those peaceful morning naps because of how warm and soft you felt against him and he really liked your scent. It comforted him. You two were always hanging in the attic when wanting some alone time and although this was formerly the place he dreaded the most, it now turned into something special because of your first time spending together and your determination to get him out of there. You were so selfless at this particular moment. You didn't really have any use of helping him, but you still took it upon yourself to make sure that he felt loved again and he wanted to return your affection with the same measure, if not more.

One of the things he liked to do during those intimate moments with you was lightly trailing his fingers on your skin. It gave you goosebumps and it made him happy how comfortable he made you feel. And although he refused to admit- he was jealous of Mammon and Asmo for being the clingiest of the bunch and he hated sharing you with them. He loved his brothers, especially Beel, but he wanted to be the one who held that special spot in your heart and sometimes he wondered if maybe he was being too selfish in his wishing. He'd come to the planetarium every single night and wish for your happiness upon the stars. If only he was the reason behind your smile. Behind your moans and cries, your passion and love. If only. But he wasn't. Because of the way you held your gaze with Lucifer. The way you hugged with Mammon. The way you laughed with Levi. The way you flirted with Asmo. The way you snuggled to Satan. The way you ate with Beel. He felt insecure. Sometimes he thought that you're just sticking around out of pity so he wouldn't feel more miserable than he already did. He loved you, more than the human world itself. But he was afraid that he wouldn't live up to your love. That's why he needed to work harder for you. To be more approaching, more dearing, more territorial in a sense that won't make you uncomfortable which he feared the most btw. If only you knew how much you meant to him.

He hugged you tighter while spooning you and his silent "I love you" tickled past your earlobe. Unbeknownst to him, you harbored the same kinds of feelings for him as well. Sure, you were affectionate with his brothers, but that's all there is to it. Belphie was special- he listened to your problems and he comforted you on days when you didn't feel so hot. He was there for you in good and bad, through thick and thin. You were practically flooded with happiness when you heard those three little words leaving his lips.

Of course you recreated the Kardashian tape, Belphie gave you the dirtiest treatment worth of a slut that you are, but later on he only peppered you with more hugs and kisses. You loved your lazy foul-mouthed bf Belphie. ♡ And he loved you more than anything in the entire world.

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DIAVOLO

And there he was- the man, the myth, the legend himself. The Future King of The Devildom. Sitting mouth agape from the words that just spilled from your mouth.

"Why in the middle of our afternoon tea?"

"You either watch me touch myself right here and risk Barbatos walking in on the show or you take me to your room and fuck me like an actual demon lord."

"You're suggesting I'm not living up to the title?"

"You're acting like a pussy."

You were either really brave or really crazy, because any normal person would've run for their dear life by now to escape the strongest demon's wrath. But not you- the exchange student who dominated all seven deadly sins and did whatever the hell she wanted. Even Solomon looked up to your power despite being a skilled sorcerer himself. You were the reason the three realms almost broke apart. You were the G.O.A.T. and you knew it. You also knew how precious you were to Diavolo's plan in strengthening all the three realms through the exchange program so logically- he'd never hurt you. But you took it upon yourself to test his patience right then and there. Not only did you order him around, you also dragged his name. You expected him to throw you over his shoulder and fuck you senseless to prove what a demon of his caliber was made of. However, you were taken aback by his following reaction-

He smiled the sweetest smile but his words were like poison to you, "I take it that uncultured bitches in heat such as yourself didn't learn the basics of dignity when visiting other people's properties or dining at their respectable homes. Am I right?"

The shame that overflowed you was too much to take and you prayed for the floor to swallow you whole. You covered your face and wished to disappear into the thin air. Maybe being killed by The Crown Prince of The Devildom was a better option than being humiliated like this.

"Why are you crying?"

"I'm sorry. I thought it'd turn you on."

"... Why would you think that?"

"You're a demon so I assumed... well, I was wrong. And I'm so sorry."

The fact that you wanted to seduce him and not outright disrespect him put a genuine smile on Diavolo's face. Diavolo's problem was- sometimes he understood things too literally and he needed assistance in helping him explain other people's intentions. Being isolated from the outside world since childhood has taken a tool on his social life. Now he felt bad.

And while you were distracted by your chanting fits of "oh my god"s and "I'm so sorry"s- he knelt next to you to your left, took your hand in his own and kissed it delicately. The fact that the king himself was kneeling before you made you cry even more and the humiliation, shame and embarrassment were almost unbearable. Barbatos noticed your misery and offered his help but Diavolo refused and asked for some alone time. He wanted to regain whatever was left from your broken trust. He stood up and took you by your hands, making you stand up on your feet as well. He hugged you and held you like this until your cries died down to a whisper.

"It wasn't my intention..."

"It's okay. I know." Diavolo shushed you and kissed your head. And despite the readhead's attempts to make you feel better, you still felt like you won't be able to live this down. And it was true- the relationship between you two has majorly changed now and refusing you would only make things more awkward the next time you meet each other. You were lucky he liked you back tho. He bowed down to your level and whispered into your ear-

"Would you like to be my queen so you can order me around however you want? Because I wouldn't mind."

"You seriously don't have to-"

"I insist."

He put his finger under your chin and lifted it, locking his eyes with yours. Now you were the one at a loss for words.

"I'm a gentleman before I'm a demon, so I want to take things slow with you. Before I fuck you- would you like to go on a date with me? I promise that it'll be the best fun you ever had. But if I'm not living up to your expectations, you can leave and everything will be okay between the two of us. Please, don't feel pressured to stay because of what just happened."

God, what did you do to deserve him? Nothing. And yet he tried so hard for you that you couldn't help but comply. You agreed to go on a date with him and he was so happy that he scooped you in his arms and kissed you passionately.

Maybe you made a good decision after all. Although you were a hair strand away from losing the best thing that ever happened to you.

BARBATOS

Despite being a butler and a busy one on top of that, he always found time to meet up with you because of his power to see the future and choose the one which was the most convenient for both of you. Lord Diavolo forbids him from using his power for personal gain, but you were an exception to the rule. So he entered a couple of doors leading to a certain future situation to clean Young Master's mess, leaving him with less work and more time to spend with you. It was stressful and it was tiring, but he'd do anything to see your beautiful smile again.

It was unusual, he never felt like this towards anyone in thousands of years of his career. He swore to himself that he'd never lose sleepless nights thinking about the person he loves and yet there he was- thinking of nothing but you. You can only imagine the surprise on Diavolo's face when Barbatos gave him Mandragora Tea instead of Hellfire Rose Tea and he never makes mistakes, matter of factly. The demon butler has fallen head over heels for you. Congrats girl- you've gotten yourself a dream boat.

Because of his intervention with the future, he set himself a day-off and called you over to the Demon Lord's Castle on a baking date. You were making all kinds of desserts together and sampled the ones that didn't end up so well. A bit of cream remained on the corner of your lips and Barb would casually come up to you and kiss the remaining bits away, making you all warm and flustered. Your butler bf was so smooth in the most unpredictable of ways. Or was he planning this all along? You wondered how far into the future he could look to predict certain actions. However it may be, you felt safe with him. Moreover- it meant that he could warn you of all the troubles happening beforehand and assist you in the time of need. Despite being a powerful sorceress yourself, you felt like you could rely on him. That brought comfort to both of you because Barb took great joy in helping you.

Maybe Mammon was your first demon you made a pact with, but Barb was the last and he wanted to have the same impact on you the way Mammon always bragged about your relationship and emphasized how much it meant to him. Barb wanted to be special to you as well, and you proved it in your own ways by going out with him tea shopping or snuggling up to him in his bed listening to your favorite music.

He hated his tail being touched, but you were the only one whom he allowed to do so. He liked being close to you like this and you noticed that Barb didn't smell of anything in particular besides maybe a couple of herbs from the tea shop that you'd visited this afternoon. It's because of the nature of his job that he refuses to wear any strong fragrances and you hugged him closer in hopes that your perfume would somehow imprint on his own clothes. When he realized what you were doing, he kissed you and you stroked his tail which made him even more eager. You won't believe it- but your beloved demon bf is getting a hard-on from your touch only. Your hand gliding up and down his smooth and sensitive tail did things to him and he loved wrapping it around one of your limbs while making out or cuddling. It made you feel more connected and safe.

Barbatos never had a person he could trust himself with. He was always considered "the most powerful of all beings", but that's because he had never let himself rely on anyone else before. He always had his own back and that's how it has always been. Until the day you entered his life- so getting Barb to open up to you was a big deal by itself. And since then, the two of you have shared a special bond not even fate could break. Because he'd stop the passage of time dead in its tracks just for you.

Horny Barb was another sort of demon. The only thing that never changed was the way he treated you like royalty and you wanted to return the favor by recreating that hot tape everyone talked about. Don't get him wrong- he fucked before. But it's been such a long time and he wanted to make sure that you felt absolutely comfortable with him, so you discussed all kinds of things- from safe words to what toys you wanted to use. He thought of everything and ever since your first dating experience till this day- no one has paid so much attention to your own pleasure the way Barb did. He got off to your happiness and you knew he was a keeper from this very moment.

When you thought that you were done and prepared yourself for sleep- no, that's where the interesting part began. Barb can also open a portal to the dream world so brace yourself for more fun in another universe which, depending on your preferences, could be just as exciting and pleasurable. Wherever you go, he'll go with you because that's the kind of lover he was. Before he thought he could be this caring only towards Young Lord, but now you were of similar importance to him and he really hoped that Diavolo wouldn't make a big fuss over it which would be pretty funny btw.

No offense to the guys, but you asked Diavolo if you could change residences from House of Lamentation to Devil Lord's Castle and he agreed if it meant making your stay at the Devildom more comfortable. So you basically got Diavolo's blessing and Barb's room became your own. Now you were always together.

SIMEON

Ngl you were a bit surprised by the outfit choice when you first met at the RAD, him being introduced by no other than Diavolo himself. Why were demons so overdressed and angels so underdressed? Where was the logic in that? It opposed everything you ever learned at your religion classes. Now you felt like a total delinquent because a) you couldn't just ask an angel why he was dressed like a male escort and b) at a loss for words, you kept staring at his exposed hips and wondering if he wore a leotard or just a regular shirt underneath. God, the unholy thoughts that kept wandering through your head. And he smiled so politely as if he didn't know what kind of effect this had on you. Did he have any self-awareness? From a logical standpoint, you concluded that this might be due to them being holy creatures like that time when Adam and Eve were naked but not ashamed because they had a perfect conscience. But then again- he didn't look anything like an ordinary angel so logic couldn't be applied here. This was so confusing.

It confused you even more when he covered Luke's ears from hearing all the dirt that the avatar of lust conveyed. He was also familiar with kinks and you thought about whether angels were prone to consuming offensive content or if it was just Simeon. It made sense tho, because he was a writer in his free time- writing a good book requires lots of knowledge from different fields, so maybe he was more progressive and open to diversity than the rest of the angels who were just blindly following the rules.

The more you were hanging out, the more you realized how pure he was from a personal level. He was a shining example of an angel- always caring and thoughtful. So lovely that sometimes he'd catch you off guard by his rebellious side. He'd subtly flirt with you by touching hands and whispering sweet nothings into your ear when no one was looking, making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Angel was a daring one. And he could be anything you wanted him to be, as long as it made you happy.

He loved how good you were with Luke and in moments like this he'd imagine the three of you as a cute little family, away from Michael's threats and Diavolo's plans for you. It helped him face his challenges through the day. He hated the way Diavolo was using you as a means of pursuing his personal interests when you were supposed to have a saying in the matter too. He wanted to be your guardian angel, wrap you in his wings and never let you go.

That's what he did during one of Diavolo's invitations to the Demon Lord's Castle. Initially, the aim of the retreat was for demons, angels and humans to intermingle so that each could gain a better understanding of the other. What Simeon didn't like was the way everyone turned into their true forms, which didn't necessarily make them more intimidating, but they certainly had the upper hand in the situation and demons never really did that unless they were provoked into conflict. So Simeon took you to one of the rooms, seated you on the bed and you talked. You told him about Lucifer threatening you and hurting your hand, which was the first time you saw the angel this upset. He and Lucifer were good friends from back in the days and he didn't understand why he, of all people, would've done something like this to you. He suddenly grew very overprotective of you. He was grateful to Solomon covering up for him when he did because, if it weren't for him, only Michael knew what kind of disaster could've occurred. The worst possible outcome would've been the announcement of another war and tbh nobody would like that. He knew he didn't have a good feeling about this whole event.

First, he healed your hand and then he asked if you wanted to go downstairs and rejoin them, to which you decided to stay. You sat further on the bed, settled yourself between his legs and leaned your back on his chest. He then proceeded to put his head on your shoulder and wrap his hands around you in some sort of comfort position. You were surprised by the beautiful white wings emerging from either side of your body like they were shielding you from the outside world, forming their own bubble of vulnerability and protection.

Curiosity got the best of you, so you touched his feathers and he let out little noises from how sensitive his wings were. It made you laugh until you felt something poking at you from behind and he apologized. He expected you to be uncomfortable by his reaction only to realize that you were grinding against him and one thing led to another.

When you suggested recreating the tape, he was a little concerned and didn't approve of it right away until further conviction. He hated the way the celebrity couple did it because it was lewd and emotionless (which is the reason why they broke up). He wanted to make you feel loved, that's what he was always aiming for. But if that's what you really wanted, then he couldn't really say no to you.

You did a bit different version of the tape so that both of you could feel comfortable doing it.

Simeon was a big cuddler and he'd pepper you with hugs and kisses while holding you in his arms. You were meant to part soon because the devs were probably looking for you by now and you hated to disturb such an intimate moment between you. You promised to pay him a visit to the Purgatory Hall soon.

SOLOMON

Wizard grandpa! 🤠 You never really knew on what terms the two of you were because of his chaotic mannerisms towards you. One moment he was tickling you and kissing your cheek and the next he was suggesting buying you friendship bracelets. You were constantly tossed between the friendship zone and out of it and then back to it and then out of it again like some rodeo of never-ending doom. The rush of butterflies you'd get in your stomach would be replaced by the cold stabbing feeling of disappointment and when you thought he wasn't thinking of you in that way- he'd always come back to you to prove you wrong because Sagittarius people were this annoying (and cute). The mixed signals were giving you a headache and you seriously needed to talk to him about where your relationship was heading. To be frank- he wasn't the problem here. He always treated you so nicely and your heart was the one going through a terrible whirlpool of feelings. You were tired of feeling that way... so you made a move on him.

During one of your sorcery courses with him, you scooted closer to read a magic book together and when he reached for the potion in the opposite direction, you kissed the space between his jawline and neck and he froze.

You wondered if you had made the wrong decision but when he turned to look at you, he took your face in both hands and kissed you so deeply that all his pent-up affection he felt for you came up to the surface. He held you in his arms like he was assuring himself that this was truly happening and that it wasn't just one of his dreams.

When you parted for air, he pecked you once more to get your attention.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Why were you pulling this buddy bullshit on me?"

"I was afraid."

And then it dawned on you- you weren't open about your feelings for him either, so making you company was his way of keeping you close without complicating things.

"But now everything's okay... right?"

He bit the skin on his finger and drew blood, drawing a symbol on your exposed thigh from your hiked-up skirt, "More than okay."

He chanted a spell you weren't so familiar with. Suddenly you felt all hot and bothered and you realized this was actually Solomon's doing. It's not that he wasn't confident in his ability to pleasure you himself- he was, in fact, making your pleasure his top priority. Magic could be a great helper in achieving one's objectives and it wasn't all that graceless to rely on it once in a while. If it made you happy, then it's all the more reason for him to keep using it on you. Sure, he was taking pride in his work as the world's strongest sorcerer, but all that ego would soon falter when it came to you- the world's most adorable apprentice. A perfect match for his madness.

He was prepping you on your chair, eating you out on the table, fucking you against the bookshelves, bending you over the table and fucking you again. Your hips felt sore from hitting the table's edge all the time so he turned you around and put your legs over his shoulders to better accommodate you.

He was so good at this it made you realize that he's lived for a very long time, so ofc he had a couple of moves up his sleeve. You wondered how many lovers he's had before you and the thought made you jealous. Little did you know- the wizard in front of you had never had a serious relationship before and the reason why he put such a fast pace was because he was really nervous and really horny.

The moment you got his attention and told him to go a bit slower, he blushed so much. He didn't want to mess this up. All his life, since living in different realms, he had to remain strong by himself. And he's also been really lonely- being the only human representative in the world that wasn't his own must have felt exhausting. He'd use magic and potions to fill up his time... and to prevent negative thoughts from occupying his mind. His family, friends and acquaintances- everyone was dead and he was the last remaining human of his generation. Sure, he made new friends and met a supportive bunch along the way. Asmo took care of him on days when sadness and hopelessness got the best of him and angels were there to collect the remaining pieces of his broken heart and connect them into something more beautiful, which made him grow really found of them. And they all helped to a certain extent. Until he returned home and realized that he was all by himself again. That's how he felt at the beginning when he first entered the exchange program, but the more his lifespan prolonged- the more he came to terms that it was okay to embrace his loneliness. Except for the day when you came into his life. Another human standing by his side- you were nothing like the mean bunch at the Sorcerer's Society association. Sure, he may have had someone like that once. Or at least he thought he had, because the feeling he had for that person wasn't mutual. And he didn't have anyone else like that anymore.

You reminded him what it meant to love again, so the thought of losing you or your trust gave him a mini heart attack.

He confessed to you, every single thing, because he was tired of making memories of his own. He wanted to share them with you. And he wanted to be with you, if you allowed him to do so. (mby I'm biased again, but he's also the best bf material bc he clearly went through a lot and he's gonna fight for your happiness so that you won't feel the same kind of pain he went through).

Most demons are afraid of him because he's fairly unpredictable (and because he treats them like playthings lmao). But to you he was different- he showed you the most sincerest side of himself and you knew you could trust him hundred percent. And what's better than a man who's helping his beloved achieve her true potential? You loved your, ahem, interesting rewards after each of your sorcery accomplishments- especially your Kardashian sex tape that you oh so eagerly recreated with him. Your. gramps. is. whipped. Just pls don't use "grandpappy" as your word of endearment bc it would be a huge mood killer.

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Sorry for the grammar. I tried to fix it the best I could. 😅 I hope you enjoyed it.

[with-love-from-hell]

Melancholia

{part eleven}

Fandom: Obey me!

Genre: Angst

Written for F!Mc

WC: 5.1k

CW: Torture!, physical and emotional abuse!, kidnapping!,  mild sexual harassment/violence and allusion to arousal from said violence on the perpetrators end, whipping, Michael is very gross and predatory and abusive, slut shaming/victim blaming, mention of suicide vaguely, fear-based content and lots of tension, religious trauma/detailed depiction of purity culture in christianity, blood mention, violence, angst, depression, mentions to past sexual violence in Vermillion Skies,  anxiety, panic attacks, descriptions of deceit,  season 2 spoilers

A/n: be cautious with this chapter! As said in my Q&A, I got inspiration for Michael’s personality from Frollo from Hunchback of Notre Dame, so he’s very predatory.

Music accompaniment (Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums thru Lydia)

Tag list: @urmomondeez

>> Though I have a Masters Degree in Psychology and clinical training in treatment for mental health, I am not your therapist. If you have experienced any form of depression or suicidal thoughts, and are in need of help, please utilize the Suicide Prevention Lifeline, NIMH helpline, or the SAMHSA helpline. <<

Series Masterlist

Q&A for parts 1-10

You can find more of this series by searching the tag #Vermillion Skies or #Melancholia on my blog!

A slamming sound in the distance snaps your attention toward the small window on the door to your cell. Your senses were on high alert, eyes wide with fear of whose footsteps were clacking down the hall toward you. After experiencing numerous panic attacks and nearly losing your voice screaming for Lucifer to come help you, you had finally calmed down enough to try to think of a plan to escape your situation logically. An attempt at snapping the chains with magic was futile, and yelling through the thin barred window that lined the top of the west wall didn’t seem to do much either. You had accepted that the only way out was for someone to let you out, and for a moment you felt hopeful that maybe it was someone coming to your rescue. Though, now that the steps continue to draw nearer, you’re feeling the prickling anxiety come back, causing your limbs to tremble with anticipation of what is to come. 

You weren't sure how much time had passed in your small cage. It was enough for the sun to come up and give you a teensy bit of illumation to the place you found yourself trapped in, though part of you wished it had stayed dark. The stains of blood on the concrete walls and floors, plus the plethora of bugs, made your terror spike much higher. The odd sounds you had heard when you first awoke continued, along with occasionally yells or sobs from who you assumed to be other prisoners. You still weren't sure where you were, but the small bit of the spires you could see in the window reminded you of the Celestial Palace, which you had seen on your brief visit to the Celestial Realm many months ago.

A face finally appears in the window, startling you. The individual is one you don’t recognize. It’s hard to make out her features given the window is so small, and she has a helmet covering most of her head. She locks her bright red eyes with you for a moment, before twisting a key into the lock and activating the tumbler on the door. After numerous clacks, the door unlatches, and she holds it open. At first, you think perhaps she is letting you go, but the thought is squashed when a familiar blonde-haired man steps through the door. He stares directly at you, and you feel your body immediately tense under his stare.

You begin to feel way too hot, and beads of sweat begin to form on your clammy  skin as the man saunters over to you, his dark brown eyes flaring with intensity in the dim sun light that now shown from the thin glimpse your cell had to the outside. Following quickly behind him was the red-eyed angel who was dressed in silver and blue armor, and two other angels dressed similarly.  

“So...we finally meet.” Michael smiled at you, but behind it was a terse hatred that showed plainly on his face. His eyes scour your body, taking in the state of dress you were in and trying to ignore his surprise at how attractive he found you to be. “Allow me to formally introduce myself. My name is Michael, revered leader of the Celestial Council and second in command underneath the Heavenly Father.”

You nod once, not knowing what to say in response. He raises his eyebrow expectantly, and it’s now that you realize he is wanting you to introduce yourself to him. 

“Uh...I-I’m Mc...” You mutter out. “I’m the Human Ambassador to the Devildom.” 

“Within Diavolo’s Royal Court, I presume?” He raises a brow, not realizing that you held an actual title within the Devildom political system. He curses himself internally, now realizing that kidnapping someone from under Diavolo’s royal protection would potentially result in the House of Lords declaring War on the Celestial realm. 

You nod hesitantly, trying to place an emotion to the scrunched look on his face.

“Hmm. I see...” he paused, now beginning to pace the floor in front of you. “Well, I wish I could have been acquainted with you earlier, under different circumstances, but the trouble you have caused has required me to resort to extreme measures.” 

You swallow hard, not liking the vagueness in his words. “T-trouble?” 

He hummed in confirmation, pacing toward the window. “Tell me- for how long did you think you could keep getting away with your sinful actions?” 

“w--what?” You stutter out the words breathlessly, unsure of what to make of such an accusation. You had no idea what he was even talking about, and the language he used gave you no insight into why he had you chained up in this dank, smelly room. When he doesn’t reply right away, you gulp back your fear, deciding to prod further, but your voice was meek and timid. “I’m sorry, but I don’t quite understand-” 

Michael’s tense and nefarious-sounding laugh, followed by the clear tightening of his fists sent alarm bells ringing through your mind. You clamped your mouth shut as he turned to look at you, the intensity of his eyes now twice that of when he had entered the room. You scoot back an inch, pressing your body into the wall as he approaches, squatting down so that he was eye-level with you.

“Your manipulative tricks won’t work on me, harlot.” He hissed searching your fear-stricken expression for some clues into your weaknesses. He glanced down from your face, noticing the way your arms and legs were tightly bound to your body, trying to hide as much as you could from him. He made note of the scars that littered your collar and parts of your exposed chest that he could see, trying to soak in as much detail as he could get from just observing you. 

You feel your body begin to tense even more than it already was under his judgmental stare and critical words, not liking how uncomfortable you felt under his prying gaze. The almost transparent half buttoned sleep shirt that hung low on your chest, along with the thin lacey underwear that was barely hidden by the hem of the shirt left you feeling very exposed. Your intention was to show off the set gifted to you by Lucifer for your engagement, since he was very smitten with how you looked in it. Had you known that you would be swiftly snatched up from your bed in the cover of night- presumably under the order of this strange man- you would have worn something more modest. The lingerie was never meant for the eyes of anyone but your lover, yet here you were, seemingly being undressed in the mind of the angel who squatted before you. 

Michael shook his head standing back up to pace after feeling his brain start to stir with delinquent thoughts related to the curvature of your body. “Tch. It’s no wonder Simeon had difficulty controlling his purity around you. Such a teasing display you give, hm? Like a piece of fresh meat dangled in front of a tiger.” 

Your eyes widen as you sit with his disgusting words, closing yourself off tighter from view. You try to speak to him, to tell him he’s misjudging you- but your voice merely comes out in a squeak. 

“Come now, enough with this demure charade.” He hisses, staring down upon you with frustration. “I want you to try to justify to me why you have turned one of our own to the life of sin. Does it simply run in your blood, given your blood association to that other traitorous wretch? Or are you simply a Sadist- desiring to ruin the purity of those around you? Even having enough skill to seduce Demons back to instinctual depravity after sophistication has become their norm truly is impressive.” 

“I...I haven’t done anything...” You whisper, feeling tears begin to well behind your eyes. “I didn’t seduce anyone...I-”

A swift backhand from Michael cuts you off. You shriek as his hand connects with your cheek, the stinging from the large ring on his fourth finger causes tears to escape from your eyes. How sudden his demeanor changed from calm to irate scared the hell out of you. 

Michael scowls at the sight of you crying from what he believes is such a simple form of discipline. His voice is raised and wavered in frustration. “The question was rhetorical, Human. You speak when I ask for a direct answer, and you will address me as “sir.”  I am owed that much respect. Is that clear?” 

You hesitate before giving a quick nod, now refusing to look at him. 

“I’m sorry, but I believe I asked for a direct answer this time, wench.” He hisses, clenching and unclenching his fist as if to loosen his knuckles for another strike. 

A shudder runs down your spine and you nod more rapidly this time, trying to make your voice louder than a mere whisper. “Y-yes...s-sir.” 

He smirks evilly at you. “Good girl.” 

You could nearly gag at the way he had just referred to you, the events of your previous trauma bubbling to the surface as you wondered what he was going to do to you. You watched his unmoving feet from your peripherals, silently shifting between calling to someone to save you from this place and convincing yourself that it was all a horrible dream. 

“Now then...” Michael stands, clasping his hands behind his back and returning to his pacing movements. “I expect you to answer my questions truthfully, and in full. First, Why is it that you’ve chosen to stay in the Devildom rather than return to your home- that of the human world?” 

“U-uh...” You pause taking a shaky breath. “The human world wasn’t very good for me...and I found a family that I love and care about in the Devildom.” 

“Why- pray tell- would you place trust in some random demons enough to refer to them as family?” He questions, gazing at you over the rim of his glasses. 

“They showed me kindness, and genuine compassion.” You state matter of factly, not liking that he was questioning the structure of your relationships with the brothers. “I had limited experiences of that with other humans.” 

“Had you even attempted to seek it out?” 

“What?” you blink back your confusion. 

“Are you deaf?” He hisses, pausing his pacing in front of you, now crossing his arms over his chest. “I asked if you had even attempted to seek such relationships elsewhere.” 

You pause, thinking back to your early family and friends during childhood. “A couple times, yes...uh, sir...” 

“So, If I may summarize.” He clears his throat, waving his hand as he spoke. “You had become entangled with demons beyond that of mere acquaintanceship, going so far as to undress before and betroth yourself to one, because your few attempts at connecting with other humans proved fruitless. So, instead of persevering through hardship, like God intended you to to, you gave up, betrayed and abandoned your people, and sought comfort in those who live lives filled to the brim with sin and stripped yourself of a morally pure path, one that would lead your bloodline to forgiveness and mercy. Is that correct?” 

“What??” You shake your head in frustration, the amount of assumptions he was making on how you had come to find the demon brothers as part of your family, and how demons actually are in real life. “T-that’s not it at all! You think you can just assume these things about me!?” 

Michael snapped his attention down as your voice came out in an annoyed retort to what he had said. He quickly snapped his fingers, and the two male guards yank you to your feet by your arms. Your heart pounds in your chest and your breathing begins to turn ragged as their grips tighten against you, holding you firmly in place as Michael leans in. His shallow breath is hot against your already too-warm face, the intoxicatingly-sweet scent of it overwhelming your olfactory senses. You try to turn your head away, but he grips your chin tightly in his gloved hand, forcing your eyes back to meet his. 

“I thought I told you to address me with respect.” He hisses, pressing his thumb and index finger tighter into your jaw. He was infuriated by your response, but he couldn't fight the nagging thought in his head that your boldness in challenging him was endearing. Something about you was striking his emotions in a way he didn't expect. His heart pounded and he felt his loins stir with excitement. It was a confusing feeling, and he was enraged by the fact that it was happening.

He shakes his thoughts away and continues, the grip on your jaw never wavering. “I believe your insolent denial is proof enough of your wrong doing. Association amongst humans and demons is bad enough, as is becoming chummy with one. That sinful sorcerer has clearly also been an influence on your attitude toward them, and clearly has lead you further to depravity by spreading your legs for them. May I remind you, that coitus outside of your species is forbidden? But no. You did not stop there. You also have set to cross established peace sanctions, and marry one. Absolutely Deplorable. You have the audacity to say that I don’t know what I’m talking about? You may have me mistaken for a fool, Mc. And I assure you, that is a grave error in judgement.” 

He finally drops your chin, shaking his head and tutting. He turns from you for a moment, clasping his hands behind his back as he mulls over his plans. He cursed himself for not being able to treat you more harshly. He anticipated you being easy to torture, but the more he was exposed to you, the more he was curious to know more about you. Perhaps it was the same power you had used on Simeon and the others...or perhaps it wasn't. Regardless of the reasoning, something about you made him want to make you his.

He pauses for a moment, deciding to change tactics. He sticks his hand in his jacket pocket, fishing around for something. You watch with baited breath, terrified for what was to come.

Finally, Michael turns. In his hand, he hold a small vial. It glows a bright, shimmering gold as he displays it between his thumb and forefinger for you. Your look at him in confusion, but your anxiety rises higher as you hear the soft gasps from the guards who held you still in their grasp. 

“Sir Michael,” The woman who stands by the door sounds uneasy as she takes a step forward. “Are...are you sure about this?” 

Michael snaps his attention toward her, his eyelid twitching in annoyance. His voice was hoarse through labored breaths and deep anger. “Are you questioning a superior officer, Dina?” 

She pauses, glancing between you and the vial. A sympathetic look passes her eyes as she finally sighs. “N-no sir. My apologies for speaking out of turn.” 

“Very good, then.” Michael turns back to you, a wicked smile appearing on his lips. He approaches slowly, and the reactions of the guards have you even more worried than before. You squirm in their hold, trying to desperately maneuver out of their arms. 

"Now, Mc." His voice returns to a casual soft tone, though there is coldness behind it. "We could have forgiven your sinful actions if it weren't for two things. One of which is Simeon's corruption, which you are solely responsible for."

You flinch as he reaches for a strand of your hair, turning it over in his fingers. His eyes never leave your face, as if studying your every reaction to his touch.

"Second to that though, is your power." He smirks, dropping your hair and now running his hand down your neck. He continues down your collarbone, stopping just above your breast, where the dull scar-like outline of Lucifer's pact sits. "Initially, my plan was to just kill you- rid the world of the problem that had been unintentionally created by offering Lilith mercy."

You swallow hard, but remain silent. He leans into to your neck, his breath tickling your earlobe. You squeeze your eyes shut, heartbeat pounding in your ears.

He takes a breath in, inhaling your scent slowly. A shudder snaked its way down his back as he moves his hand up to cup your opposite cheek. He stroked the skin gently with his thumb, his breathing shaky on the outbreath. "However...It appears that I have changed my mind after finally being able to... observe you."

You stifle a gag as he presses his forehead to the side of your temple, giving a small laugh as he muttered the words in your ear. Finally, he leans back, dropping his hand from your cheek. He returns to pacing, now facing away from you.

"So...in my infinite mercy, as that is the type of angel I am...I will allow you to make a choice." He stops his movements, looking out the window wistfully. "I suggest you think over your next move carefully."

The guards holding you share an uneasy glance as Michael flicks his wrist, waving toward the door. They drop you to your knees, and promptly leave the room. You scoot as far away from him as the chain on your ankle will allow, still repeating the silent prayer that Lucifer would come for you, and reduce Michael to a bloody pulp.

Michael holds the vial up to the light, observing it as it refracts rainbow shapes onto the walls of the cell. "Your choice will be this, Mc. Either I end your life- giving you a very slow and painful death. You will never again be reincarnated as another being, and your soul will be kept in the deepest tomb of the Celestial Palace, never to see the light of day again." He turns to you, but his expression was difficult to read. It was crossed somewhere between pity and jubilation. "Lilith's bloodline will end with you. You won't even have a spirit to roam the earth with. You will simply cease to be."

Michael's face then contorts into a wicked smile as he drops his arms down to his side, now walking briskly toward you. He squats down as you try to shift away, the chain pulling tightly on your ankle as he reaches out to strok your calf.

"Or..." His smile widens as his fingers dust along your leg. His other hand holds the vial up to you. "...You can choose the path of grace by drinking this."

You hadn't realized how heavy your breath was until it suddenly catches in your throat. You stare at the intimidating angel before you, both terrified and confused. "Wh...what is that..?"

Michael chuckles darkly, twisting the vial between his fingers. "Curious, hmm? This is nectar from a very rare plant that we farm beneath the palace. It's called the Five-Winged Corpse flower. It's nectar is what we use to allow deserving humans into the Celestial realm as angels after their death."

You stare at the vial, watching the liquid ooze in different directions as he twists it for you to observe. You furrowed your brow in confusion, trying to figure out his intentions. "To...make me an angel..? You just got done telling me how horrible I am. Why don't you just kill me?"

Michael tutted at you. "Its rude to demand so many answers at once, little dove."

You grimace at the pet name, not liking the fondness he seemed to have for you now. In all accounts, you preferred him hating you.

"You see, I've decided to give you a second chance..." Michael beamed, searching your face for a reaction. "One that would still require your death, of course... but would also allow you the opportunity to renounce your life of sin. You will still need punishment for your actions, but I would allow you to be reincarnated as an angel. You would be held under my strict supervision as you unlearn all of the sinful things you had allowed yourself to indulge in, and i would truly look forward to the opportunity to make you into the heavenly being you could be."

You swallow hard, trying to decode why he was offerring you this choice. You were confused and terrified of his proposal, neither option sounding appealing at all. And the idea that you would be at his mercy should you chose this option, though, made you feel sick. Your mind raced with all of the things you feared Michael would do to you as "punishment." Tears threaten to well behind you eyes, trying desperately to manifest a call to the brothers to come help you, but you couldn't get up the strength to send out a call. You knew the anxiety and the physical weakness you felt from when they had struck you over the head had weakened your ability, but you felt something else getting In the way. It was as if something was siphoning out your energy. Each attempt at calling Lucifer, then Mammon, then Beel, Satan, Levi, Asmo, and Belphie proved fruitless.

Michael interrupts your thoughts with a laugh, somehow knowing where your thoughts were gravitating toward. "You would be forbidden from ever setting foot in the Devildom again, of course. Your pacts would disappear, as would your connections with those horrid brothers. And your engagement with Lucifer would become annulled. You will have anything you could ever want, and the ability to regain your purity. Certainly a life here would be a million times better than one amongst demons, wouldnt you say?"

You feel tears well up behind your eyes upon realizing that both choices would result in having to abandon the brothers. You shake your head aggressively, finding anger seeping through your pores at the fact that this so-called angel was seemingly trying to own you- to keep you something he could use for his own amusement. It overridded your fear, and you swallowed it down hard as he gazed at you expectantly, awaiting your answer.

You took a deep, shaking breath, deciding that your hope to live was forlorn. "I...I'd rather die a thousand deaths than live one second as your prisoner."

Michael's smile slowly fell into an intense frown. His gentle stroking of your leg ceased, now opting to squeeze it tightly, his sharp nails dug into your skin from beneath his gloves. You try to hold back your fear, now staring him down intently as his eyes shook with rage.

"You may feel that way now..." He hisses, squeezing your leg so hard that blood begins to ooze from the shallow indents he was making. "...but perhaps your tune will change when you see the fate of your lover."

Your eyes widen slightly at his words as he stands. You had no idea what he was talking about, but a pit formed in your stomach as your mind raced with all the horrible things he was probably planning on doing or had already done to Lucifer. Michael mutters something under his breath that you couldnt quite make out before again turning to leave. He pauses with his hand on the latch of the cell, glancing over his shoulder once more to look at you.

"Your death will ckme regardless of your choice-" Michael cracked another wicked smirk, the danger behind it sending a chill down your spine. "-I've already ensured that...but the right decision would preserve the life of Lucifer, and the rest of his pathetic little family. Take some time to let that soak in before hastily making a choice, Little Dove."

You fight back another gag as Michael walks through the door. He slams it hard behind him. You flinch at the sound, knowing that the violent action was an intentional warning of his capabilities.

The sound of his and the other guards' footsteps fades down the hall as you curl into yourself, hugging your legs tightly. You gently nurse the dripping wounds on your calf as tears finally force their way out of your eyes. All you wanted was to be held in Lucifers arms again; safe within the walls of the place you called home with the 7 brothers.

Michael paced the floor of the council chambers, awaiting impatiently his colleagues to come through on his urgent request to convene. If they didn't, it wouldn't be that big of a deal, really. His plan could be commenced without their silly input. Besides, he knew at least half of them would attempt to veto his plan. "Try" being the key word here. But he wanted witness to his grand scheme- one that would surely solidify a reputation of being as powerful as God himself.

The tranquilizer he had ordered Uriel and the guards to give Lucifer would wear off within the next two hours, so it was imperative that he finish what he started before that point. He did not expect Lucifer to be so strong-willed, making him ultimately question what it was about Mc that produced such a desperation. After meeting her, he was able to understand. Her aura was intoxicating, and oddly enough, he sensed a feeling of purity radiating from her that he didn't expect.

She had done so many sinful things, and caused even the most dedicated angel to become demonic. How could she still have purity?

Michael sighed, clicking his tongue as he pondered the human. The more he thought about her, the more his emotions confused him. He felt absolute hatred toward her, but also a deep longing and curiosity that he hadn't felt before. And that curiosity drove him to the brink of insanity. Was this her manipulative nature, or was she truly just so radiant that any being would fall to their knees before her?

Regardless of what it was, he needed to keep these emotions hidden.

The last thing he wanted was for the council to discover that he had changed his game plan, even fought they hadn't even really uncovered the original from the start. Each time he thought about the initial plot to wipe her from existence, he felt a strong urge to slap his past self for being so naive. Of course this woman was something special if she harbors so much power, and instead of destroying it, he could make that power his to command.

His thoughts wandered back to her state of dress, and what he perceived to be a mixture of terror and awe as she laid her eyes upon him. He paused on the image in his brain, feeling his body quiver with excitement. He wondered if she'd give up easily; if she'd give him what he wanted when he wanted it- or if she would resist. He wasn't sure which outcome would be better. Having blind adoration made his ego feel strong, but he also thrived off of a challenge- and something felt oddly gratifying in breaking someone's spirit.

Michael smiled to himself, licking his lips in eager anticipation. He couldn't wait for the opportunity to conduct a thorough punishment, and to see the fragile human quiver below his touch. He felt a shiver run through his spine as he imagined her begging to become an angel- begging to be able to repent- as Michael brought the whip down on her once more.

Regardless of what the human chose as her path, Michael would see to it that she would become his, no matter what it took.

He paused his pacing, feeling a twinge of worry manifest in the back of his mind. The small bit of his consciousness that always second guessed his motives and actions wasn't usually loud, but this time it produced a clear warning:

What if father found out about this plan? Or even the thoughts you are having about this human? Such heinous acts should not make you feel so inflamed with desire.

Michael winced, trying to think for a moment. Was this human already turning him to sin in just the brief interaction he had with her? No, preposterous. Michael was a just and righteous man, and his desires to control this human was not sinful. Serving a just punishment was not sin, it was glory. And besides, the sexual desire that underlied these emotions toward her could be nulled when the human would perish, and then be reborn as an angel.

After all, he fully intended to change her to this path, whether she consented or not.

Michael was jolted from his thoughts as irritated and anxious murmuring grew closer from beyond the council chamber doors. Within moments, the doors creaked open, and the annoyed and concerned faces of his peers appeared, uneasily taking their place in their seats.

"Michael, what is the meaning of this?!" Remiel demanded, having already been told by Uriel that Lucifer and the human were being held prisoner under his order.

Michael smirked. "All in due time, Remmy."

Remiel glowered at him, having told him over a thousand times at this point that she loathed that nickname.

"Regardless of what your intentions are, it is completely unacceptable that you did not include us in the conversation around staging a literal kidnapping." Remiel crossed her arms tightly over her chest. "So an explanation is needed for why you thought this was acceptable."

Gabriel and Raguel nodded their heads in agreement, but Uriel let out an annoyed breath.

"It's funny you all assume Michael's in the wrong here. Obviously he didn't come to us first because you all wouldn't even try to hear him out when he talked about how dangerous this human was before." They shrugged, mimicking Remiel's posture. "Besides, I think it's time Lucifer finally got to answer better for his crimes."

"Crimes? From a war that occurred thousands of years ago?!" Raguel spat, annoyed at the grudge Uriel clearly held against the eldest brother. "We have moved past that as a civilization, so why can't you?"

"It's the principle of it!" Uriel scowled, feeling his face burn in embarrassment.

Raguel rolled his eyes. "I'm sure it is. I think you're just an immature, spoiled, brat who merely wants to enact revenge, but sure. 'It's the principal'."

Uriel gritted his teeth, muttering insults under his breath.

"Now, now," Michael smirked, now turning his back to her. Walking back toward where the council had just entered, He continued: "You all may save your discussion for when i return. For now, I must go retrieve the man of the hour."

[snowcandyz]

Fated Soulmates

Summary: Satan woke up to find... a lost child in his room? This story is inspired by Satan's Birthday Event 2021 (towards the end of the locked lesson)

Pairing: Satan/F!MC

Genre: Fluff

“…dy!”

The noises made Satan frown in discomfort. He shut his eyes tighter, trying to get back to sleep.

“…addy..!”

He shifted in his sleep while trying to cancel the noise by covering his ears using the pillow underneath his head.

“Daddy!”

Satan felt a force to his stomach, making him cough in pain. He opened his eyes to see who the perpetrator was. How dare they disturb the Avatar of Wrath’s peaceful sleep?!

Satan’s anger quickly diminished when he was met with a pair of bright emerald eyes.

Emerald eyes?

A child he didn’t know of was sitting on his stomach while giving him a wide grin.

“Yay! Daddy’s finally awake!” the boy jumped forward to give him a hug. He laid his head on Satan’s chest and wrapped his tiny arms around Satan’s torso. His blond hair tickled Satan’s chin before he pulled away and gave him another wide grin.

“Mama told me not to disturb you, but I wanna eat breakfast together….” The boy pouted.

Mama?

Who is he talking about?

Why is this child hugging him?

And why is he calling Satan 'daddy’?

Why exactly are his features very similar to Satan’s? Is he Satan’s clone or something?

Did Lucifer give birth to another Satan??

Please not the last one! Please not the last one!

Millions of questions ran through his hazy mind. Not having fully awakened from his sleep, he was utterly lost at this sight in front of him.

The boy continued rambling further and further about this 'Mama’ of his as he climbed down the bed. He then jumped giddily to the door, wanting Satan to follow him.

Still so confused, Satan just slowly sat up from his bed–

Wait… Where’s his bed? Why did he wake up from this foreign-looking bed? Where was his original room? His bookshelves? The stacks of books around his room?

He was in a completely spotless room, his usually messy books neatly arranged in the huge bookcases and he sat on the bed in the middle of the room.

The queen-sized bed.

'What?’

“Daddy…” the boy started whining when Satan didn’t budge from his spot.

“Wait, I–”

His words were cut short when the door swung open, revealing another person, “____! I told you not to wake Daddy up!”

Satan was shocked to see who it was.

“Mama!” the boy exclaimed before running towards his mother and hugging her legs affectionately.

The lady picked the child up into her arms before making her way to Satan.

'No, this can’t be!’

“Sorry about that, Dear. I told him not to disturb you today. You rarely get any rest since Diavolo’s newest project idea…”

Satan’s heart began thundering inside his chest as he gulped down nervously.

“____, tell Daddy you’re sorry.”

“Sorry, Daddy…” The boy didn’t sound sorry at all as he kept resting his head on his mother’s shoulder while giving Satan a cheeky grin.

She then put him down and told him to wait downstairs for Satan to get ready. As soon as the child left the room, she turned to Satan and gave another smile to the fourth born, “You had a good night’s rest, Tannie?”

Tannie; the nickname you always used to call him.

The smile you gave brought him some comfort despite the whirlwind of emotions that he’s feeling at the moment, a welcomed calming presence in the face of his inner storm.

He didn’t know what happened exactly but he could put two and two together.

The child, that carbon copy of himself.

You, looking slightly older and mature than the you that he knew.

This room, this large room that Satan suspected to be your shared bedroom with his.

And that ring on your one specific finger.

You cupped his cheek and planted a soft kiss on the crown of his head, “Wash up and get ready. ____ really wants to eat breakfast together with you.”

You then walked towards a large closet near the door before pulling out a few clothes and setting them up on the bed. It was his clothes, he could assume.

No words could describe how flustered Satan is.

Clueless to his internal struggles, you began talking about the boy’s activities yesterday. As if he wasn’t there to witness it.

And that made him sad. Even if this is all a dream, 'Satan’ should spend more time with his family, no matter how busy he is.

“MC, wait,” he tried speaking up.

You stopped in your tracks when you heard his call, looking over to him in worry, “…Did I do something wrong?”

Your nervous facial expression made him guiltier, “No, no! That’s not what I meant!”

“Then, why are you calling me by my name?” you pouted, “Where’s my 'Kitten’? Or my 'Love’? My 'Darling’?”

Dream Satan is… quite the romantic, isn’t he?

He couldn’t help but blush harder. Just why did he have to use such sweet nicknames?

It must’ve been glaringly obvious that something’s wrong with him because his silence caused you to look at him with concerns written all over your face.

You sat yourself beside him, “Love, are you okay?” You had carefully laced your fingers with his, which caused him to flinch when he felt the cold metal touch his skin. You immediately took back your hand at his action.

He stared at your ring finger, decorated delicately with a beautiful diamond ring, the same one he vaguely took notice of before but seeing it up-close made it seem more real.

Which in turn, made him more nervous.

But the feeling couldn’t compare to the ones he felt when he noticed he was wearing a matching one.

Wedding rings, the jewellery used to remind you two of the eternal vows you’ve shared on your wedding day.

Too bad he couldn’t remember it.

“Tannie? Is everything alright?” You slowly waved a hand in front of his face and he snapped back to reality. The quick skipping of his heartbeat never quite stopped since you appeared in the doorway, and now it seemed to be beating faster.

“Wait– just– I–” Not many have ever seen the book-lover speechless, but you’ve always been capable of bringing out all those sides from him.

Satan looked away, too shy to meet your eyes, “I’m sorry, but let me calm down for a second.”

He was observing anything but you, trying to calm his heartbeat when he spotted a picture frame on the bedside table.

In the frame was himself and you, surrounded by his brothers as they all smiled happily and cheered for the picture. All of them were wearing a neat tux except Satan, who’s wearing a white tux instead of the black ones like his brothers.

White like the dress you were wearing.

It must’ve been taken on your supposed wedding day.

The beating inside his chest grew louder.

He was married to you. And he has a son. Satan has his own family now.

If this truly is a dream, Satan wished to never wake up from it.

And as if on cue, his son came barging into the room once again, “Daddy! Mama! Hurry!”

He noticed you giving him one last glance in worry before presumably deciding to let him talk with you when he’s ready, choosing to let out a laugh when the child climbed into the bed to join you both and demanded a piggyback ride from Satan.

“Come on, _____. Let’s give some time for Daddy to wash up,” you picked the little boy up before turning back to face Satan, “Meet you downstairs, okay, Love?”

Satan watched how his son gave him a wide smile while your back faced him as you went out the door. He couldn’t describe the feeling he was going through at that moment.

But the foreign sensation on his ring finger let him know that everything would be just fine.

-------

He didn’t know how long he’s been asleep, but the moment he woke up, he saw you sitting beside him while still reading your notes from the previous class.

“Hey, Tannie. Had a good nap?” you giggled before gesturing to his side, “Belphie’s magic must’ve rubbed off on you, huh? I’ve never seen you sleep in class before. But don’t worry, I’ve jotted down all the notes for you.”

Satan groaned in frustration as he realised that he must’ve slept through the entire class. He sat back straight up and saw his youngest brother still soundly asleep beside him.

Remind him not to sit beside Belphie in class again.

“Here,” you handed him a bottle of juice and some light snacks, “It’s lunchtime but I can only get you these. Sorry though… Oh, and I have energy drinks if you want.”

“No need,” he took the bottle, “This is enough. Thanks, MC.”

“You’re welcome.” You gave him your usual smile before continuing your revision for the upcoming tests.

As Satan opened the bottle cap of the juice, he noticed your left hand that’s void of any ring.

“Daddy!”

The boy’s subtle voice rang at the back of his head and memories from his dreams came rushing through his mind. It was vivid and oddly specific for some reason.

Satan then eyed his still asleep brother and narrowed his eyes in confusion, but the pounding inside his head confirmed his suspicion.

Turning his glances to your ringless finger, his lips lifted up in a smile from behind the bottle of juice he was drinking.

Whether it was a glimpse of the future or merely a silly dream, he’s determined to make it a reality one day.

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Now onto the smut :)

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

"Ah~, just like that."

Asmodeus flared his nose, his hands scrunching into a fist by his side. The moans and mewls that came from inside of your house had everything in him twisting.

I have to go in.

No, don't.

Yes, yes do it.

She's busy.

I have to talk to her.

She won't even look at me.

I'm her favorite, though.

I was her favorite.

She loves me.

She loved me.

He couldn't take it anymore, his hands moving on their own to grasp the door handle and enter your home. The first thing he witnessed was the shoes slackly lying in the middle of the entryway.

And then your groans filled his ears again; the feeling of his chest burning was greater than most pain he had ever felt.

Begrudgingly he followed the noise and ended at your living room.

He should have known better than to see the sight before him. He could hear it already, the sound of skin slapping skin and the wet squelching noise.

Already he knew what was happening; he didn't even need to see it. He knew what you were doing, but this would be the only time he could get you to speak to him.

Asmodeus thought that what happened before was punishment enough, but at the sight, he'd rather lock himself from the world than see something like this.

Your hands should have never been wrapped around Belphegor's throat, squeezing it tightly with your nails digging into his soft pale flesh.

His younger brother should have never been beneath you, dominated in such a manner that he used to be in.

And then, when your passionate gaze flickered up to meet his, that grin that flashed across your face was like an attack. Like you physically had struck him with intention of utter pain.

Even though you knew he was there watching everything, you didn't stop. You rolled your hips on top of his brother and let go of his throat only to grip his cheek and bring his face to yours.

You connected your lips with Belphie's while maintaining eye contact with the avatar of lust. Your tongue swirled with the young males before you sucked on it lewdly.

It was something that made Belhpegor quiver in pleasure and Asmodeus tremble in rage. "You're gonna c*m, arent you~?" You suddenly asked aloud.

You asked the question staring right into the male's orange and yellow gradient eyes even though the question was meant for the younger brother.

The torturous action had the fifth oldest biting into his bottom lip, drawing blood that quickly disappeared.

"Please..." The indigo-grey-haired male suddenly mumbled. You were the first to break eye contact as you glanced down at the brother beneath you.

"Say it louder." You demanded with your tone more than commanding.

"Sh*t." He cursed and grunted. His hands found their way to your hips, but you grasped them and pinned them above him on the couch.

"Did I say you can touch me?"

Belphie's plump lips parted to speak, but instead of words leaving his mouth, it was a cry of pleasure as you ground down on him, forcing him as deep as possible inside of you.

Tears glazed over his violet and pink gradient orbs. The sight caused you to grin, it growing when a single tear dribbled down his flushed face.

Leaning forward, you dragged your tongue across the trail and savored the taste of his salty tears that were from the overwhelming pleasure he was receiving.

"Please, (Y/n)!" The second youngest avatar suddenly cried and bucked his hips upwards against your crotch. "I-I need to c*m. F*ck, I'm begging you."

You didn't say anything for a moment, but then a coy smile shifted onto your face. Releasing the male's wrist, you lifted your hips and crept down onto your knees on the ground.

All the while, you kept your gaze locked with Asmodeus. He watched as your fair hands that he once used to hold and kiss grasped his brother's c*ck and pumped it.

He watched as you brought your face forward, engulfing the tip in your mouth that used to kiss and suck onto him.

It was as if he was unable to breathe, the sight alone wrapping around his throat and squeezing.

"Hng~." The indigo grey-haired male tangled his hands in your hair, careful not to pull it since he knew you hated it because of your tender head.

Your tongue rolled over his tip, your teeth slightly grazing across the sensitive head that caused the male to buck his hips. He pushed his member farther into your mouth, pushing into your throat.

If it wasn't for you not having a gag reflex, you would have flinched back. But because of who you are, you could take anything.

You were made for this.

So to Belphie's enjoyment, you pushed him farther down, allowing for him to feel your tight throat squeezing his c*ck.

"I-I-" He struggled to even speak, his mind so absolutely boggled and his body so overstimulated.

Asmodeus knew exactly how his younger brother was feeling; after all, he used to be in his position. The experience he was feeling was something only you could bring about.

Slowly raising your head, his c*ck fell from your mouth as his pre-c*m leaked from the hole in his tip. Saliva dripped onto his throbbing member as you began to pump him once again.

You pressed his head against your lips and kissed it sweetly. All while staring into the fifth oldest avatar.

"Close?" You asked the male with a sultry voice.

Belphegor was a mumbling mess, his words incoherent as his bare stomach contracted.

A hum left your lips in a pleasing manner at the sight.

"Do it. C*m." Once again, you demanded in a commanding tone that could rival the demon king himself.

With one loud cry, thick hot jets of c*m shot down your throat and pooled within your mouth. The salty liquid was bitter, but still, a flavor that was different from everybody else's.

You swallowed it without complaint; even sucking harder that was too much for the male. He was already in a state of oversensitivity due to finally c*mming after his third denied org*sm.

He couldn't help it; his hands tugged on your hair. Immediately your half-lidded eyes opened and your gaze was harsh. Your hands dragged down his abbs and stopped at his waist, where you dug your nails into his skin.

"Sh*t, ow~" He cursed, his head flying back against the couch.

After he was finally empty and you were satisfied with everything, you pulled away and waved your hand over his face. Those beautiful glowing eyes of his were now hidden behind his eyelids as he fell into a state of unconsciousness.

Now that it was over, you stood to your feet and moved the fabric of your top so they covered your breast. Your demon form was rather revealing in itself, but what could you say when you were a terrifyingly powerful demoness?

Your reptilian-like tail stirred in the air behind you while you crossed your arms under your chest. "As much as I love having an audience, you were not invited, Avatar of Lust."

You were smiling, but your voice was sickly sweet and displayed your hostility. Asmodeus couldn't help but cringe at your words; it was so difficult not hearing you not calling his name anymore.

The male realized he was being distracted again and cleared his throat. "I know, but I needed to speak with you. We need to have a talk."

As if the male had spoken the most insulting words ever, you recoiled back and scrunched your nose in anger. "The absolute confidence and audacity you boys have never ceased to sicken me." You snapped.

Asmodeus inhaled a shaky breath and attempted to strengthen himself up. "I'm serious, (Y/n). You can't keep going around and f*cking my brothers to get back at me."

His sentence made you giggle slightly before taking a step forward to the male.

"See, here's the thing." You started with your heels following suit like a musical tune. You grasped the male's face in your hands, your (f/c) nails pressing into his pale flesh.

A closed-lip smile appeared on your face, one of your canines sticking out and pressing into your lip. It was such a sweet smile but the absolute sinister gaze in your eyes made your expression anything but kind.

"I don't f*ck with it-" You pressed your nails harder into his skin and drew blood. "-cheaters."

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"(Y/n), please get your a** of my desk."

"Aww~Do I have to? Maybe if I open my legs, you'll change your mind, Lucifer?"

The black-haired male sighed and smacked your face with the packet that was in his gloved hands. A pout formed on your lips as you crossed your arms under your chest.

"You still smell of my younger brother." He started and flicked the pen around in his other hand.

"Huh?" You asked and looked down at your clothes. "But I showered and even took a flower soak."

Lucifer couldn't help but roll his eyes. "We're different than the other demons, and you know that. With stronger powers, our scents are also more potent. It'll take a lot longer for it to naturally go away."

You rolled your glimmering (e/c) orbs and looked down at your perfectly manicured nails. "Well, that sucks." You mumbled.

The eldest Avatar sighed while setting his paperwork on his desk and leaning back in his chair. His black and red gradient eyes bore into yours, silently observing the features that he had known for so long.

You were the one person who used to stand by his side in the Celestial Realm. Strongest amongst the strongest, the seraphim nobody could go against.

The only six-winged angel that stood just below god, and the only angel other than his sister that had also lost god's love.

There was a long period of time where he was without you, his only friend, and that was when you were cast away and sent here.

You had pledged to the Demon King before Diavolo's father, then the current Demon King, and soon you, in turn, would do the same to Lord Diavolo.

He could only describe you as the way you are now, constantly needing validation for having your own father despise the power that grew in your soul.

God made you who you were and cast you away when you weren't like the others.

"What's with that look?"

Lucifer blinked a few times before bringing a finger to his lips. "I was just thinking." He mumbled while training his attention on his paper-covered desk.

"About what?" You probed and sang it softly.

Your oldest friend didn't say anything for a moment before flickering his gaze back to yours. "Nothing in particular, really, but I'm also curious about how long you'll torture my younger brother."

His words made you groan and shake your head in annoyance. "However long I please." You retorted. "What he did absolutely broke my trust, the one thing that is most important to me."

"I know." The male replied.

A distant look displayed across your beautiful features as you looked towards his window. "As a demon, I want nothing but his suffering and pain. But...a part of me still yearns to be the angel I used to be, and regain my faith in even someone who wronged me."

"You want to forgive him?"

"Forgive? No, I'd rather die than ever forgive anybody at all."

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Shortly after you left to deal with some paperwork for Lord Diavolo, the fifth oldest demon brother arrived at his older brother's office.

His fist weakly knocked on the door, and he was let in after a quiet moment.

"How can I assist you, Asmodeus?" Lucifer sought while setting his pen down upon his desk.

The champagne-haired colored male relayed an awkward laugh and rubbed a hand across the back of his neck.

"I was wondering if I could speak to you about something."

Lucifer already knew what he wanted and leaned back in his chair. Again he placed a gloved finger against his lip and thought quickly to himself.

You were his closest friend, and there was a bond ever so strong the two of you shared. But the male before him was somebody he considered a brother, and that bond was just as strong.

"Sure, I'd be happy to be of help. What is it?"

"So..." Asmodeus started and thought about his words carefully. "(Y/n) and I are at a rocky period right now, and no matter what I do, she won't even talk with me about our situation."

Lucifer bore his gradient eyes into his brothers and inhaled deeply. "If it is a relationship problem between the two of you, then I suggest going to her than to me to complain about it."

The Avatar of Lust clicked his tongue and pouted, his arms crossing under his chest. "I tried." He whined. "I can't even get past the first sentence. She won't listen to me or hear me out. She barely even speaks to me, and the only time she even remotely notices me is when she's busy."

"Asmodeus." Lucifer started, and the way his deep voice called his brother's name caused him to jump in slight fright.

"You knew what you were getting yourself into both times. (Y/n) implanted her trust within you, and you broke it. Something she never gained from the father was forgiveness, and that will be your own undoing."

Asmodeus deflated, his shoulders slumping over as he sighed deeply. "I know." He replied.

"So let it be," Lucifer stated. Asmodeus raised an eyebrow and looked up at his brother.

"Huh?"

The eldest demon brother shrugged his shoulder nonchalantly. "Move on. It's over between the two of you, and since (Y/n) has no plans of forgiving you, then I suggest that you not bother her with it anymore."

The younger brother's brows furrowed, and his lips pulled into a thin line. "But I-"

"But you what?" Lucifer asked. "You are not an angel in the celestial realm anymore. You are not the jewel of heaven anymore. You do not need to be loved and adored by all."

A sickly sweet smile appeared on the eldest demon brother's lips. "After all, if you didn't try to be loved by all, you might still be with (Y/n)."

Neither brother spoke, the room surrounded by an awkward bubble of silence. How right Lucifer was, and the simple fact stabbed a hole in Asmodeus's heart.

"But," Lucifer started and pulled out his D.D.D. He placed it on his desk while turning it on. "You are my brother, and (Y/n) is my best friend. The negativity that surrounds the both of you is rather unsightly and distracting. I will help you this one time, but you owe me."

A smile graced Asmodeus's well-cared-for face. "Thanks, Lucifer!"

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

"Are you sure you're going to be fine?" Diavolo's voice filled your ears through your D.D.D.

"Yeah, of course. Why wouldn't I be?!" Clear sarcasm lacing your voice causes the prince to sigh.

"Lucifer would be rather upset if you destroyed the House of Lamentation."

You danced your nails across the dinner table as you listened to the demon prince. "It'll be fine~." You sang dramatically.

"He'll forgive me if I do."

"(Y/n)!"

At the sound of the front door opening, a sigh left your lips, and you cleared your throat. "Alright, he's here. I'll talk to you later and let you know what's up."

"Okay, don't kill him, (Y/n)."

"No promises, of course."

Turning off your cellular device, you leaned back in your chair and crossed your arms under your chest. When Asmodeus entered the dining room and saw you sitting there, a smile couldn't help but grace his lips.

"(Y/n)! Ah, you actually came!" He called out, running closer to your frame but halted once he witnessed the intense glare in your eyes.

"Listen, Avatar of Lust, I didn't agree to come here out of the kindness of my heart. I'm tired of you following me around like a lost kitty and begging to talk to me."

The demon brother visibly deflated but nodded his head. He took a seat at the chair next to you and swallowed strenuously.

"Well, on with it." You stared. "I don't have all day."

Asmodeus swallowed thickly while nodding his head slowly.

"I just want to say that I never meant to hurt you. I-I Just-"

"You just what?" You asked and leaned your cheek into your fist that was supported on the armrest of the chair.

The narcissistic demon struggled to speak; nothing in his mind seemed right enough to tell you.

"This is a waste of my time."

Asmodeus's heart thumped in his ears, and he thought you were going to walk off, but you stayed. You just sat there in the seat at the end of the table, unmoving.

Because of this, the demon brother thought that he might have a chance to really speak to you.

"I love you, (Y/n)."

His words made your eyes widen, and the sound of his melodic voice saying words that he used to say all the time tugged at your heartstrings.

But the visible shock on your face quickly disappeared, and you appeared stoic once again. "What nonsense are you spewing? I agreed to come here to listen to your excuses so you can get over it, not for you to say such foolishness."

Asmodeus could only give you a nervous smile and twiddle his thumbs. He couldn't help but feel belittled in your presence.

Even if he was the Avatar of Lust, you were somebody far more powerful than any of the demon brothers. You were made to be above others by god himself, and when he cast you out, it only made your power grow stronger.

"I'm sorry, (Y/n). I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. It was never my intention."

You stared at his beautifully crafted face with a blank expression. Neither of you said anything, just an uncomfortable bubble of silence that surrounded the two of you.

After a moment, you sighed deeply and shook your head. "I should have known better." You grumbled and flicked a strand (or braid) out of your face. "I really thought that a demon who only thinks and loves himself could ever do the same for me."

"But I do!" He interjected.

"But you don't." You responded smoothly.

Asmodeus's lips were clamped shut from your words. There wasn't much he could say or do because, at the end of the day, he was the one who did wrong.

"I know I don't deserve your forgiveness-"

"I don't even know how to forgive." You responded, not even letting him finish his words. "What I am doesn't allow me to forgive."

The male swallowed strenuously and nodded his head slowly. "I know."

You groaned aloud and shook your head. "All I ever hear from you is 'I'm sorry' and 'I know', my patience is running thin, Avatar of Lust."

"What I did..." The demon brother started, barely able to meet your strong gaze. "It was unacceptable, and I can't take it back, no matter how many times I wish I could. I'm not trying to give myself excuses, but when it happened, I wasn't able to think about anything but having another person adoring me like how I used to be-"

That was it; you couldn't take it anymore. The anger that was boiling under the surface had become too great for you to hold back anymore.

"Shut the f*ck up!" You hissed, your body flinging out of the chair and your demon form taking over your normal appearance.

Red and black horns protruded past the hair on your head and curved into intricate designs. The red corset took the place of your shirt and cupped your breast, accentuating it.

Your bottom was covered by nothing but the deep black undergarments that were connected to the matching stockings.

Red bottoms protected your feet, and the sharp heel was already digging into the floor.

Your long obsidian-colored reptilian tail emerged from just above your bottom and slammed onto the floor with a heavy thud before swaying hauntingly in the air.

And finally, the last to transpire was your beautiful ebony-colored wings that flared out behind you.

The sight was just as beautiful as it was frightening, and before Asmodeus could even speak, the obsidian-glowing tail wrapped around his throat and squeezed, bringing him off the ground.

Choking noises were the only thing the male could do as he struggled against your tail. His colored nails dug into the extremity, attempting to free himself, but it was to no avail.

"P-Please..." He barely managed to get out.

You stared at him with an unaffected expression, even crossing your arms absentmindedly under your chest.

The color was draining from his face, and his struggle was starting to cease. At the sight of this, you released him only for your tail to carry him around his waist.

Asmodeus sucked in deeply heavy breaths, coughing aloud while you began walking out of the dining room and making your way upstairs.

Before he could even speak, he found that the two of you had arrived in his flowery and lavender-themed room.

Your tail flung him on the bed as black rope appeared in your pretty hands. You wasted no time binding his wrist to the columns of his canopy bed.

"(Y/n), what are you-" He stopped speaking when his gaze finally met yours, and he witnessed the absolutely deadly expression that had him cower back.

You took a seat next to his body and gripped onto his leg, just below his knee. "If we want to talk about how we used to be - of what we used to be - then I'll remind you."

It was enough of a shock to the champagne-haired colored male. You never spoke of what had happened to you, or your life as an angel in the celestial realm.

What he knew was from what Lucifer and Lord Diavolo had told him. And it wasn't much.

"A seraphim, the highest-ranking angel with six wings. Like how you used to be Jewel of Heaven, they called me the goddess of ascendancy." You started while your gorgeous wings twitched.

"When father made me, he wanted somebody like him that could understand his struggles. He wanted somebody to emphasize with, and he didn't realize that it would in then create me, a woman."

You spoke the last word with venom that the champagne hair colored male could feel the hate.

"My gender wasn't a problem after first; no, it was the power that I gained from him people that continued to grow endlessly. Could you believe that God began to fear a woman because she gained too much trust from the humans and angels?"

There was a grin on your lips, but it was anything but pleasant or kind.

"By gaining their trust and belief, I had grown in power. That feared God, and it was no help that as a female, I was seen above the other males. Above Micheal, above Raphiel, and even above god. A woman wasn't supposed to take the main role; she's only supposed to be a supporting persona."

Your grip on his knee grew tight.

"I was loved and adored by all until God declared me a sinner. Declaring that I grew narcissistic and cared only for myself. Claiming that I grew wicked and unholy."

Your (e/c) orbs flickered up to meet his gradient ones.

"So then he cast me down from the celestial realm and forbade me from ever leaving the demon world. And I can still remember like it was yesterday how much it ached to be here. The heavenly powers I gained dissipated, and I was left empty, weak, and in undeniable pain."

Your grip on his knee weakened, and you moved your hand to be on his upper thigh.

"And then The Demon King before our current one came to me and saved me. He helped convert me to a demon, and then I realized what I truly should have been. I was the angel of trust and faith, but then I became something even greater. A demoness of dominance and supremacy."

Slowly you removed your hand from his body and placed it where your heart lay. "Instead of gaining trust and faith through confession, I gained it through the mutual trust of intimacy when I dominated."

You gave him a coy grin.

"If there's no trust between the two, then there was never any consent. I go as far as my partner wants, and there is an agreement that If I were to go too far that I would stop. The power I gained from something that connected two deeply was far greater than what I had ever received as an angel."

Your thick reptilian tail danced behind your figure menacingly.

"But just because I was a demoness didn't mean that I was evil. I abide by my mutual agreements and never took anything too far. I know what I used to be, and I understand that I can no longer be that. And I don't mind because the freedom I have now is something I never realized I desperately wanted."

Slowly you began to crawl on the bed and over that male's body. You brought your face close to the other demon and stared at him with an unreadable expression.

"My sole purpose is to gain trust, and I gave it away to someone for the first time. I gave you my all and even fully committed to someone for the first time ever."

You brought a hand to his face and made him stare into your glimmering orbs. "For years we were together, I gave all my trust to you, and I was starving. I didn't obtain any more from anyone since I was with you. And you don't even understand how terrible it was. How I could never be full and always felt like I was missing something. But I didn't do anything about it because I loved you."

And then you laughed hysterically.

"Then I felt it one day." You hummed and moved your hand down to be above his heart. "This burning sensation in my soul that took away all my strength. And at that moment, I knew something I gave away was broken."

Pressing your hand down against his shirt, the male suddenly hissed, pain erupting in his beating organ that knocked the wind out of him.

"The promise we made to be committed only to each other was broken. And in so, it was as if my own soul was being split apart."

Harder, you pressed, and the louder the male screamed.

"You have no idea how much it hurt." Your glare was sinister. "How betrayed I felt."

And then your hands rose to his throat, where you squeezed with unimaginable strength. A strength that already had his throat bruising.

"I trusted you, I gave you my strength, my reason to live, only for you to throw it in my face because I wasn't enough, right? My love and trust weren't enough; you needed it from others, right!? Everything is only about you, right!?"

Asmodeus struggled to speak, tugging on the rope, and even when he transformed into his demon form, he was unable to break loose from your constraints.

"(Y/n)...please." He could barely get out.

As if coming to your senses, you quickly released his bruised throat and looked down at your hands. "Ah, it seems I'm rather angry."

Asmodeus coughed, pathetically inhaling air as tears couldn't help but fall from his orange and yellow gradient orbs.

When you saw the salty liquid flowing down his pale face, you displayed a fake expression of affection. "Aww." You cooed and leaned forward, your tongue tasting his tears of grief and impediment.

"Maybe I'm just pinning it all on you. Maybe I failed as a lover. Maybe I failed to give you what you needed."

You smiled at him, your canines showing as you slowly sat down on his lap. Your nails resting on his clothed abbs.

And then you pressed down, a hiss leaving his lips.

"Nah."

Giggling, you lowered one of your hands to his crotch, where you palmed him softly.

"I never failed. I did everything in my power to make our relationship work. I gave you everything."

He was being degraded, and forced to come to terms with what he had done. But he couldn't hate you; he just couldn't.

It was no help that you sat on top of him, touching him like how you used to before. His arms were bound like before, and he was left with no power.

You witnessed the tent in his pants grow, his member hardening beneath his black slacks. Of course, he was reacting like this; how could the wh*re not?

Slowly as if you had all the time in the world, you undid his zipper and pulled his semi-hard c*ck out of the slit in his boxers.

It was slightly pink, the head a tint dark, and already had a clear liquid leaking from the hole. You hummed at the sight, slowly placing a smooch on the tip.

"You loved when I kissed it."

Your voice rumbled against his member, it twitching in your hold and growing slightly harder. Asmodeus swallowed thickly, his lidded eyes watching your face, your lips, your tongue licking him.

You trailed the flat end of your tongue from the base of his shaft up to his head. Your saliva smeared across the surface and dripped onto your hand that clasped around his member at the bottom.

The demon brother's body twitched, his breathing growing ragged while his body was becoming hot. Soft, barely audible grunts left his lips, and you could tell he was trying to hold himself back.

That was unacceptable.

"You loved it when I took you all in my mouth."

Your lips parted, widening as you engulfed his member within your mouth. "H-Hng~!" A moan he couldn't hold back echoed in his room.

You pushed him farther, letting him reach the back of your throat as you lowered yourself on him. The Avatar of Lust tugged at his restraints, his hands balling into a fist while his hips bucked upwards.

He could feel the sweat oozing from the pores on the back of his neck, dampening his hair and the collar of his shirt.

Your tight throat wrapped around his member, and his whole body spasmed. "Sh*t~"

You looked up at him, your cheeks hollowed and drool dribbling down the corner of your lips. Your eyes connected with his gradient ones, and you saw so much l*st.

Pulling back until only the head of his c*ck lay on your tongue, you grazed your teeth like a feather touch over the sensitive tip.

Asmodeus's hips bucked upwards, his member being pushed back down into your throat. His actions caused your eyes to harden.

Immediately you removed his member from your mouth, lifting your head as saliva dripped down onto his shirt.

"Did I say you could do that?" You asked and slowly sat back in between his legs. "This is your punishment."

Asmodeus was already panting, his breathing broken and unrhythmic. "(Y/n), please." He begged, but you shook your head.

Your fingers wrapped around his slimy c*ck and began pumping up and down. Warm hands, hot sticky saliva, all of it adding to the pleasure that was shooting through his veins.

His stomach tingled, contracting slightly as the pleasurable sensations filled his veins. He was feeling so good.

Pre-c*m was leaking from his hole, and you made sure to lean forward and lick at it like a kitten would with milk.

Asmodeus was already starting to feel feverish, as if the temperature in the room had risen. It was taking everything in him to not beg, to plead for more.

He knew he couldn't, this was his punishment, and no matter how badly he just wanted to beg he would never get anywhere.

His teeth grit as he presses his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Those bound wrists of his grew raw, red, and bruising so darkly.

His d*ck throbbed painfully, aching for more than just your hand. He wanted your warm throat back around him, squeezing as more and more of your saliva drenched his boxers and pants.

And to his pleasure, your mouth returned back to engulfing his tip. Rolling and sucking while your hands pumped along his long shaft.

"F-F*ck." He grunted in a low, muffled voice.

His leg's tingled, slightly overstimulated. His balls ached to be touched, for your mouth around him like before.

Asmodeus's stomach contracted, his ribs pressing against his skin as a tight tingling sensation in his abdomen formed.

He was going to c*m soon. He was going to reach his high and become enveloped in the euphoric sensation of his org*sm.

Beads of sweat dripped down from the side of his forehead and trailed down his jaw. Everything was so hot as if he was too close to the sun for comfort.

Closer and closer is org*sm rose. Bordering near to the edge of his high but not quite reaching it.

He grunted, his c*ck twitching in your grasp, sending the sensation through all his veins. He was going to c*m the more you kept at it.

It has been so long since the male was overstimulated like this, desperately aching to reach his high.

The demon male felt like he would f*cking die if he didn't c*m. It was torture, and he hated that he deserved this.

A tear of frustration fell from his left eye. You were pumping your hand faster than before now that you knew is org*sm was so close.

It was right there. Right there. Taunting him with the fact that he had yet to reach it.

And he was about to reach it...until you pulled away. His gradient eyes bulged out of their sockets, his mouth hanging open like a window.

"N-No...No!" He tugged, hauling at the restraints around his wrist. His breathing was erratic, his legs squeezing against your own while his hips bucked upwards.

"(Y/n)."

You shook your head while stepping away from his body and off the bed. Saliva and pre-c*m dripped from the corners of your lips and down your chin.

Your hands were covered, slick and sticky from everything. Mindlessly you wiped it on his lavender-colored blanket and stained it, uncaring.

"You hated it when I denied you your org*sms." You mumbled almost to yourself before training your gaze to meet his. "But tonight, you definitely deserved it."

He whimpered like a brat, his cheeks reflective from the tears that had fallen.

You observed your appearance in the mirror of his vanity against the wall. Flushed cheeks, puffy plump lips, but eyes that looked so annoyed.

It was a mirror you used to gaze into before when you were with the demon brother. And now you were gazing into it once more.

Slowly you turned back to gaze upon the mess of a brother that lay constrained to his own bed. Ah, you used to love him so much.

Care for him with everything in your heart. The effort you put in really was all just a waste of time.

What a waste of time.

"Asmodeus."

The male shivered from the tone of your voice. He swallowed hard and looked up at you.

"How much do you want me?"

You crawled back on his large bed, your legs caging his hips as you grasped his cheeks in your hands.

"I want you so bad, (Y/n). I miss you so f*cking much."

You didn't say anything, thinking, just thinking about everything. There was so much going on and a lot you had to confront.

"Please, (Y/n). Please love me."

Blinking at his words, you took a shaky breath.

"I wish I could."

The male shifted his head and kissed your palm before continuing down your wrist. "I'm sorry." He whispered against your skin.

His words made you sigh heavily. "You are a special one." You mumbled and leaned forward so your lips could connect with his.

Immediately your tongue had entered his mouth, tasting sweet candy but also his favorite Mango-Flavored Little Devil's Gelatin Parfait.

It had been so long since you tasted such a sweet dessert, so long since you tasted it on him.

While your lips moved in sync, one of your hands snaked down and unbuttoned his sleeveless black shirt. His abs were free, and you couldn't help but drag your nails against the firm muscles.

And then, when your fingertips grazed against his semi-hard cock - the demon brother flinched - his hips bucking as he gasped within the kiss.

Pulling completely away from his face, you licked your lips and began pushing his pants completely down.

You stopped once it reached his knees and pumped his slimy member.

"(Y-(Y/n)." He hummed and leaned back against his pillows. Your other hand went to your undergarment, pushing it aside and pressing the tip against your entrance.

Slowly you lowered your body, feeling as the head of his member stretch your walls. The male sucked in a breath, his adam's apple bobbing while he watched himself be enveloped by your body.

The more you lowered down, the more you could feel the prominent veins on his shaft that protruded against the skin.

Pressing your pretty hands into his abbs, you didn't stop moving until he was fully inside and pressing against the entrance to your womb.

Asmodeus's gradient eyes were half-lidded, his lips parting with his head leaning back against the pillows. He was succumbing completely to your warm wet walls that felt like heaven.

He was twitching already, grunting already, and you hadn't even done anything yet. It was no surprise; you were just so good at it all.

"Enjoying yourself?" You asked with a slight giggle at the end.

The Avatar of Lust nodded his head almost in a drunken manner. He once again pulled at the black rope and hissed at the blazing pain of his raw skin.

"Good." You whispered while bringing your face to his neck. Your wet lips kissed at his pale skin, bringing about a blazing heat underneath his body.

Gradually your hips raised, your bottom in the air as only the tip remained within your velvety walls. You could feel his chest's unnatural rising and fall from his deep breaths.

And when you drove yourself back down against his crotch, his whole body quivered. Your name spewed out of his mouth with a desperate cry.

His head was thrown back, the bruised skin of his throat on display as well as the sweat that coated his pale skin.

Your hips moved with a rhythm, the muscles of your thighs flexing while you used your strength to keep yourself steady.

Like a flip of a switch, like magic, Asmodeus was a complete mess. Spewing incoherent words and moans.

You moved up his jaw leaving behind kisses until you reached his lips. You wanted to taste him again with an urgent need.

The pleasure, the passion, the desire, it was so strong and shared by the two of you. Sweaty bodies pressing against each other and lips moving together in a desperate manner.

Asmodeus once again felt it. That unbearably tight tingling sensation in his abdomen, signifying he reached the peak of his org*sm.

It had his c*ck twitching, pulsating inside of you. His pre-c*m was leaking and smearing his crotch with the white thick liquid.

"I'm gonna c*m soon." He mumbled in between your wet kisses. His voice was so coarse and guttural you almost couldn't believe it came from the male.

A smile formed on your lips as you pulled away to look down at him. He looked so cute with those pink cheeks and bruised lips.

The male licked his lips and heaved a shaky breath when you suddenly started to grind slow, hard, and stimulating.

"C-Can I-" He could barely get the words out. Grunts and groans reverberated against his toned chest.

"What~?" You asked and cocked your head to the side. "Say it. Come on~. Be a big boy and tell me what you want~."

He breathed deeply, muscles flexing and his skin contracting against his collarbone. "Please...Please let me c*m inside."

A grin formed on your lips, your canines on display with a laugh echoing in the room.

"Huh...?" You hummed. "You think you deserve it?"

"Please." He breathed out, staring into your beautiful glimmering orbs. "Please...I'm begging you, (Y/n). I'm right there."

You didn't say anything for a moment. Asmodeus was unsure of what you were going to do but smiled when you leaned forward to kiss his lips.

His whole body was throbbing so painfully so that he just couldn't wait to c*m. Especially inside of you, which used to be his favorite spot.

There he was at his peak, where his abdomen contracted. His balls tensed, and his c*ck twitched.

He was about to c*m, but the sudden warmth around him disappeared. His eyes flew open, shock overfilling him when he saw your body off of his and your mouth replacing where your c*nt used to be.

He didn't have any time to complain or whine when he felt his org*sm hit. His abdomen tightened, his muscles flexed, and sweat dripped down the back of his neck as he finally came.

Asmodeus's hit his head this time against the headboard, but he made no reaction to the pain. Every desirable undescribable emotion flooded through his veins like adrenaline.

Your lips pressed against his tip, your hands pumping his length as he shot thick hot jets of his c*m onto his sweaty abs.

His stomach was covered, shimmering in his bodily fluids. The demon was trembling, huffing while breathing shaky breaths.

"There? Happy now that you came?" You asked, pulling away from his now limp member and removing your hands as well.

Asmodeus scrunched his nose fiercely, his brows furrowed in disappointment while shaking his head. "I thought you were"

"No." You interjected before he could finish. "You didn't deserve it."

His lips trembled, crocodile tears falling, which caused you to roll your eyes. You undid the rope to his wrist, the restraints disappearing into thin air.

"Now that it's all over. I hope you can finally get over this. I hope you can finally leave me alone." You told him while wiping your mouth with your forearm.

"But...I don't want to."

"But I don't care."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐚 signing out

[kimikothesussytranslater]

當Obey me 的角色遇到綠茶

Warning :MC在此為女性

這是我第一次寫這類的文章，角色拿捏的不是很好，而且還有OOC的設定。不喜勿讀！！

當MC在跟惡魔兄弟/配角在一起，突然一個綠茶魅魔試圖勾引他們

路西法

綠茶：哎呀！路西哥哥！好久不見！

路西法：誰准妳叫我路西？

綠茶：唉呦！有了女朋友就不認妹妹我了嗎？

路西法：......（摟住MC) 那還不快叫嫂子？

瑪門

在百貨公司

MC:瑪門！把東西放下！

瑪門：（準備偷東西）我....我又沒拿什麼！

MC:壞狗狗！坐下！

瑪門：（被迫坐下）YIKES! 好痛！！妳下手一定要這麼重嗎？

綠茶：姐姐好兇喔！如果是我，我一定不會這樣對哥哥的！

瑪門：......妳知道嗎？我寧願被我的人類兇也不要妳對我好！偉大的瑪門才不需要被呵護！

MC:...... ( 莫名感動）

利維坦

MC:(被迫cosplay Ruri醬在惡魔動漫季廣場等利維)

綠茶：唉呦！姐姐cos 什麼角色啊？有夠滑稽的！

MC:...... (躲到一旁）

綠茶：？

利維：（帶著洛坦駕到）死婊子妳給我聽好......！！！

撒旦

綠茶：（撞MC然後跌倒）唉呦！

撒旦：唉呀！沒事吧？

綠茶：我沒事！不要怪姐姐！姐姐不是故意的...

撒旦：（笑著看著綠茶）不好意思，我沒在跟妳說話

綠茶：.......

艾斯摩德斯

綠茶：姐姐的妝好漂亮！不像我只塗了一點乳液

艾斯摩：那是當然的！我幫MC化的妝怎麼可能不美？雖然還是差我一點 。

綠茶：好好喔！你可不可以幫我化妝？姐姐應該不會介意的。

艾斯摩：但，如果我幫妳化了妝誰來襯托我和MC的美呢？

MC：噗！

綠茶：......

比爾希巴伯

綠茶：比爾～你在吃什麼？

比爾：.......漢堡

綠茶：看起來好好吃喔！可以給我吃一口嗎？

比爾：......妳不會自己去買嗎？

MC：比爾！

比爾：MC！要不要吃漢堡？

MC：好啊！

比爾：來！啊～

綠茶：為什麼我要你不給我，她沒要你就餵她吃？啊！該不會......你怕姐姐嫉妒吧？姐姐沒這麼小氣吧？

比爾：（死亡瞪眼）......

綠茶：......

貝爾菲格

MC：（剛剛被欺負，在座位上哭）

貝爾菲：怎麼了？

MC ：剛剛......（解釋來龍去脈）

貝爾菲：（抱著MC）別哭啦！我陪妳

綠茶：嗚嗚嗚嗚嗚～貝爾菲！人家也被欺負了！

貝爾菲：乾我屁事

綠茶：......

迪亞沃羅

MC：好冷喔！

迪亞沃羅：來！穿我的外套！

綠茶：我也好冷！

迪亞沃羅：沒辦法啊！我又不能控制天氣！

MC：哈哈哈哈！

綠茶：......

巴巴托斯

巴巴托斯：該回去了，MC妳晚餐想吃什麼？

MC：地獄火蘑菇捲餅！

巴巴托斯：呵呵！好的。

綠茶：天啊！煮飯不是女人的事嗎？怎麼讓男人來做？

巴巴托斯：女朋友不就是拿來寵的嗎？呵呵...

綠茶：姐姐妳真好！我也想要這種男朋友......

巴巴托斯：難道妳不會自己做飯？真好奇妳是怎麼活到現在的

MC：噗！

綠茶：不是啦！我是說，我希望我能有一個像你一樣疼我的男友......

巴巴托斯：那祝妳能找到另一個我

MC：噗哈哈哈！

綠茶：......

西緬

想勾引天使？！門都沒有！

西緬直接帶著MC消失在綠茶面前

盧克

MC和盧克到遊樂園玩

綠茶：唉呦！這是妳的私生子嗎？想不到妳跟別的男人有一腿呀！

MC：......他是天使，我是人類，妳想到哪去？

盧克：而且我不是小孩子！

綠茶：呃？！

＜總之...氣氛變得很尷尬＞

所羅門

所羅門帶MC到五星級餐廳吃飯

綠茶：唉呀！好巧喔！所羅門！我可以跟你一起坐嗎？

所羅門：呵呵，是"我們" 喔！

綠茶：喔！對不起，我沒看到你有帶女朋友，不過，姐姐應該不介意吧？

所羅門：呵呵，當然不會！（把MC拉開）

MC：你！

綠茶：謝謝囉！（坐在所羅門旁邊）那你會請我客嗎？

所羅門：當然！

綠茶：那...你要請我吃什麼？

所羅門：（把MC拉到懷裡，輕吻）請妳吃狗糧！

綠茶：（氣暈）

[temis-de-leon]

Pick me girls and OM! Brothers - Part 1

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon and Levi (x reader, separately)

Part 2 - Satan, Asmo, Beel and Belphie (x reader, separately)

Part 3 - Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon and Simeon (x reader, separately)

Masterlist

CW: pick me girl behavior, suggestive, mentions of sex between the brothers and mc, mentions of violence, a bit of magic, mentions of cheating (not actual cheating), mammon and mc taking a shower together, jealous mc, some fluff, some hurt, some comfort, kinda ooc but i had so much fun with this

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Lucifer

Wherever you went, rumor followed. Haven't you heard? The mighty Lord of Pride has a significant other. Who could it be? Maybe the prince or his butler? Both of them? Or perhaps it was just some random demon? Surely not the human... right?

"Of course not!" said the witch, surrounded by both curious and jealous nobles.

You weren't in the balcony, but you could still hear the conversation in your spot near the open door. You could also hear the gasps and the murmurs. It was ridiculous.

What to do next? You could interrupt the gossip and make your relationship public; after all, it was only a matter of time before someone spotted you both in Ristorante Six or an empty hallway in RAD.

Ignoring them was the better option, however. No words sounded aggressive and yet polite enough to get the witch to shut up without making a scene. Plus, Lucifer was looking exquisitely fine that night. His wings did wonders to his appearance.

"Then who?" the voices asked while you walked away towards your boyfriend.

"Well, I wasn't supposed to say anything..."

Oh no she did not.

"But we're just so in love"

I'll be damned, you thought. She did.

The wrath you felt was primal and it provoked a worried glance from Satan, who was chatting with one of his many contacts in the other side of the ballroom.

You wanted to make an entrance, a dramatic one, but you could only watch as the witch talked and talked about her supposed first date with Lucifer, their first kiss, their first time, his performance in bed (which... No. She was so wrong about that one).

Finally, you opened your mouth.

"You don't say?"

But that wasn't your voice.

Beside you stood Lucifer in all his glory, with a smile that didn't reach his eyes and a hand hugging your waist. The floor trembled under your feet as he walked and, if it wasn't for his tight grip, the magic induced vertigo would've send you to the ground.

You could tell he was trying not to harm you too much, but the group in the balcony wasn't so lucky. All of them were on their knees and some even coughing blood.

"Do tell all your stories tonight, by dawn you'll have no tongue to keep lying"

The witch had tears in her eyes, too focused on her own pain to be aware of her surroundings or his words. Was he being serious? You wanted to ask what would really happen to that woman, but Lucifer was always two steps ahead.

He cradled your face and kissed you, slowly yet firm. His cold skin felt good against yours, already blushing under his half lidded eyes.

"Dance with me?" he asked, caressing your bottom lip with his thumb.

Damn, did he know how to distract you.

Mammon

"You're dating the Great Mammon!" he'd said with his characteristic smile, both of you eating ramen in your bed while watching bad romcoms "That's something to be stoked about! You need to tell everyone about it!"

Of course, that translated to: please, please, please, I need people to know that I bagged YOU and YOU chose ME.

So, there you were, chatting with his makeup stylist and some other models while he posed in front of the camera. It was better than you expected, actually. You thought the fashion world in the Devildom would be full of self righteous assholes and insufferable divas, but you couldn't be more wrong.

Well, of course, there's always an exception.

There was a demoness in the other side of the studio, taking selfies with a pout in her lips and a fake, nauseating, innocence in her expression. She looked toxic from a mile away.

And yet, your boyfriend dated her for three months; three long and excruciating months, yes, but still. They'd dated.

And you were cool with that. So so cool with that. You were chill. A freezer, even. You loved Mammon and everyone and their mother could tell Mammon loved you. Everything was fine.

Except... well...

It was easy to forget the brothers were famous and popular bachelors, princes of hell, that, just like in every human monarchy, had fans to spare. People that would support them no matter what they did and no matter who they dated and people that would hate everyone they dated because... You don't really know why.

You just had some haters.

And this bitch was taking advantage of this, you knew it in your heart.

Rumors of Mammon cheating on you with one of his model coworkers had been there since the beginning of your relationship. It was something you just had to live with, one of the reasons the Avatar of Greed doted on you with everything he had.

Mammon loved you.

So why did you panick so much when he stood up in the underwear he was advertising, getting ready for the next picture, and the demoness took a selfie of her lips with his half naked body behind her?

"That whore" whispered another model behind you. You liked them.

But it was okay, you didn't mind. No, really. You didn't.

Except you did.

And so did Mammon.

"Oi!"

Everyone looked at him and you could swear his demon form was starting to show, blending with his siluette in blurred edges.

"Delete that"

She could've laughed at him, like everyone tended to do. She could've ignored him and tempt fate, but it was not a wise idea.

There was static in the air, black mist barely clouding your vision and a faint voice whispering in the back of your brain. The sound of feathers filled the room and soon crows started to surround the studio outside the window.

After a couple of sickening minutes, a loud pop settled the place back to normal and caused the birds to fly away.

The demoness gasped, letting her DDD fall to the ground like it burned her. Looking at her smoking hands, it probably did.

After that, everyone acted like nothing happened. You, however? Your whole body was buzzing, leaving you paralyzed with feelings you needed to explore in the future and making Mammon look at you with a knowing smile.

"...sick of those rumors..." he'd say hours later while he washed your hair in the shower "and you dumbass humans believe everything you see, even if it's stupid"

He'd wait until you were both in bed, ruminating about every little thing that happened back there before talking again.

"Because it's stupid, you know? I'd never cheat on ya. The Great Mammon would never do that to you. I mean, I'd never to that anyway, but specially not to you. Keep that in mind, human! You catched the best demon of all hell! Lucky you!"

Lucky me, he wanted to say instead.

You understood him anyways.

Leviathan

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu sent you a message!

.

.

You stared at the screen and the screen stared back at you.

Reading the user name physically hurt you and you'd lie if you said you weren't worried about it. Did you trust Levi? Yes, absolutely. Did you trust f3istyk1ttenuwu? Not really, no.

So (this time voluntarily), you opened the gates of hell.

It was the Devildom version of Discord, which was worrying enough, and the user's pfp showed a cute pinked hair girl with dainty horns and half of her boobs out.

With a frown and your heartbeat in your throat, you opened the chatroom.

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: r u lone?

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: did ur frend leef?

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: their a party pooper

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: didnt let u join the grp

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: :(

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: leviachsn?

.

Oh, heeeeell no.

First of all, it was leviachAn. Second, YOU were the only one who could call him THAT.

Ignoring the voice of reason, you checked the door before investigating the previous messages. Levi was in your room, retrieving your nightwear as punishment for not letting you win in Devil Kart YET AGAIN, so, knowing how flustered he got everytime he saw you in the Ruri Chan's inspired piyamas he got you for your birthday, you were sure you had another couple of minutes alone in his room.

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: thx 4 sving me !!

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: we shld team more

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: were zo good 2gether

wEre Zo gOoD 2gETheR

You couldn't help but mock her in the privacy of your mind. Did she think writing like a 10 year old was attractive? If so, what the fuck?

@/f3istyk1ttenuwu: call? brke my pc & cn't fix it alone \(-o-)/

"Call a fucking tech" you whispered to yourself.

"Henry?"

Fuck.

You turned around like a deer in headlights. Levi's cheeks still wore a furious red, but he remained quiet at the door when he saw you snooping through his private conversations.

Fuck it, you thought after some uncomfortable seconds. If someone could understand jealousy, it would be him.

"Who's this girl?"

Levi frowned and got closer to you, leaning over your shoulder to see his computer, probably giving you the closeness he'd crave if he was in your place.

"Oh, I don't know" his final answer disappointed you "Some girl the others wanted in the party"

But why was she talking to him like that?

"And why is she talking to you like that?"

He shrugged his shoulders, knowing that both of you knew the answer. Then, he straightened like he had an epiphany, and looked at you with shining eyes and a smile too big for his face.

"Are you jealous, MC?"

Levi jumped in happiness before you could say anything, unable to truly express how happy he was upon his sin affecting you.

"My Henry is jealous!! Because of a yucky disgusting otaku like me!! This reminds me of that anime: 'Help?! My crush snooped through my pc and now they're jealous because someone else is flirting with me??'"

It was obvious by now you had nothing to worry about, so you let him be. You let him appreciate how much you loved him.

In the end, you had to shower his face in kisses to shut him up and, for great measure, you also changed into that extra large Ruri Chan t-shirt in front of him.

Hours later, both of you were sweating in the comfort of his bathtub and Levi was completely sure you fell asleep.

And if you saw how he offered himself to fix this girl's computer only to hack her camera and post her real face all around the internet, no you didn't.

Tagging them lovely people: @hello-gloomy @the-sassiest-toaster @hero-nii-blog @yourlocalyin

Hope you like it!

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

Heyy bbg 😩

How was ur dayyy, mine was ok i went shopping 😘

Whats ur favorite colorrr, i like blue 😝

How would the boyz react to breaking the bedframe during sum rough... activities 😉😏😩😳

Dont forgor to drink water and get atleast 6 hrs of sleep pls 🥺

Heyyy! I am so sorry this took me so long to start on, I went a little MIA there, lol. So of course my first post of 2024 is OM smut lol Happy 2024 everyone! Now, on to the hcs! Mature content below the cut. Warnings for Levi's section, implied monster f*ck*ng, very slight.

Lucifer

This bastard makes no secret of how proud he is to make a mess of MC.

His reaction depends on the position, if the bedframe cracks while he is on top, then he makes sure MC's safe before continuing elsewhere.

MC's barely had time to comprehend that the bedframe gave way underneath them before Lucifer is scooping them up and resuming their activities on his desk or against the wall.

"Lucifer, did we-?"

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it, my darling. Now, sing for me~"

But. If that bed breaks while MC's on top? That is a very different story.

"Look at you, taking me so well even the bed can't take it~"

"Go on, love, do it again."

Demon does not give a shit, clasps MC's thighs and holds them up while he thrusts up to meet their hips.

He may act mildly displeased at having to buy a new bed, but that aura of pure pride rolling off him the next day is fooling no one.

Mammon

Let's face it, he's so sex-drunk he probably didn't notice. He's too busy overstimming himself to the point of tears, pretty noises pouring from his kiss-bitten lips with shameless abandon.

He's the Avatar of Greed after all, and here is his greatest treasure, all naked and pretty for the taking, giving him everything he could ever want. Why in nine circles of hell would he stop?

He'll fuck until the mattress hits the ground, or until MC tells him to stop, because he always retains enough of himself to keep them safe.

Once they're done and laying on a skewed wreck of a bed, sweat colling on their skin, that's when Mammon finally notices.

"Hey...what happened to the bed?"

MC chuckled, pressing a kiss to his brow. "You happened, baby."

His cheeks turned pink and he hid his face in their neck as though he could hide the blush from them. MC felt him grinning against their skin, until the reality struck him.

"How the fuck am I gonna explain this to Lucifer?"

Leviathan

He also wouldn't notice, but not for the reason you might think.

Usually, Levi is a very sweet lover, tends toward the submissive side and lets MC set the pace.

However...

For their lovemaking to get to the point of breaking anything, it's because Levi has gone absolutely feral.

I'm talking more demon than anything else, growling and snarling instead of whimpered, sweet moans tumbling from his lips.

You'd better believe he'll break the bed, the only thing that will stop him is MC, and if they choose not to...

He'll break a lot more than the bed.

Satan

Believe it or not, I don't actually see this happening with Satan.

He's so cautious of his wrath around MC in the bedroom that I'm no so sure he'd even be comfortable playing rough.

The most that happens with him is toppling a pile of books or something. Once, he accidently knocked into a shelf and used himself as a meat shield for MC as the avalanche came down.

That made for an awkward evening when poor Beel come to the rescue.

Asmodeus

Let's face it, if he did it, it was on purpose.

Asmodeus knows exactly what he's doing when it comes to MC's pleasure, knows exactly how to make them writhe just so that it was actually the human who let magic slip in their daze and cracked the bedpost.

The Avatar of Lust chuckled against their sex, his head buried between their thighs and his eyes alight with pure sin. "What else can I make you break, lovie?"

"S-sorry..."

"Oh no sweetheart, don't apologise. Let me see how much more I can make you sing for me~"