#slimy solomon

[bepp-ers]

sorry for vanishing on yall i went to take a nap (for like 9 months)

headcanons about the obey me! brothers and the devildom that no-one asked for, in no particular order. because why not :)

> asmodeus is kind of against piercings that aren't in the ear because they're 'tacky' and unsavoury.

> mammon had an aeroplane phase. he eventually settled on cars, but there are still a few plane magazines stashed in his wardrobe.

> lucifer has grey hair but like. way more than you'd think. he's just really good at hiding it. he may or may not have used some sort of magic to hide it, until eventually he gives up and starts to let it show. that's why in some artwork/pictures he has grey streaks, and in some he has none.

> beelzebub has tried to eat so many of the paintings in the HoL that they have to be sealed with magic, lest he devour another family portrait.

> barbatos' tail is "slimy" or "slick" because it's actually poisonous, like those frogs. that's why he doesn't like people touching it, except for that one picture where Solomon tries to touch it (i reckon he got tired of him trying to touch it so he just allows him to be poisoned lmao)

> demons will eat humans. this is a known fact, although it's usually only very low-level demons who are starving, or have succumbed to their sins completely who eat humans. beelzebub has thought about it a few times but he likes MC far too much to truly consider eating them.

> expanding on the last point, the Devildom is overpopulated. im calling it. i headcanon that demons (particularly glutton demons) casually partake in cannibalism. there are too many demons/other species and as such, the laws basically don't exist. the answer to overpopulation is basically murder, or cannibalism.

> the brothers don't try and tone down the more "demon" elements of themselves around MC until someone mentions that humans don't really like that kind of thing. MC has seen some SHIT man.

> leviathan refuses to eat fish or seafood because of Henry 2.0. mammon has 100% tricked him into eating like a fishcake or something. he definitely cried a lot that day.

> i think all of the brothers snore, except for belphegor (ironic huh). asmodeus adamantly denies snoring, but he does. mammon snores the loudest obviously. everyone else just snores a normal amount, and lucifer falls asleep in his chair/on the sofa a lot so his snoring is heard the most. he's a dad at heart.

> satan hates that people mistake him for lucifer. that's obvious. he hates it so much that he once wrote a book on the subject, under a pen name, and it was surprisingly popular. he doesn't think anyone knows he wrote it, but lucifer knows. he simply never said anything because he was secretly proud of satan for how well he could write.

hopefully these make sense. god i forgot just how much this game actually made me think. i love world building yarhhhhggh

> asmodeus is deathly afraid of head lice. that's it that's the headcanon.

oh yeah the ole ask box is open. send me asks im so desperate ill take anything

[leviathans-watching]

You know your "kiss the prettiest in the room" ? Would you ever write what Raphael would react like if you wanted to kiss him instead of any of the others? My apologies if you don't write for him. - ⛓️

"kiss the prettiest person in the room" with the side characters

includes: thirteen, raphael, mephisto x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .8k | rated t | m.list | pt 1 | bonus

a/n: i bet yall thought you'd seen the last of this series LMAO. anyway, i don't typically write for these characters so i hope i did okay with their characterization. my inbox is open to chat, req, or leave feedback so come say hi!!

please reblog (& check out the other parts in this series!)

diavolo is holding another sleepover, and you’re all crammed into one of his living rooms, sitting in a rough circle, with some on the couches, some in chairs, and some on the floor

you’re on one of the smaller couches, sharing it with solomon and when the sorcerer gets this glint in his eyes you know he had something up his sleeve

“let’s play truth or dare,” he suggests, and though you suspect the game will devolve into chaos, many of the brothers are quickly on board

the game goes a few rounds before solomon calls on you. “mc, truth or dare?”

you balk; the dare will no doubt be something intense and possibly humiliating, but choosing truth would probably be much worse. “dare,” you say, as confidently as you can

solomon grins wickedly. “kiss the prettiest person in this room.”

you gape at him even as various protests are raised around the room.

“no, mc does it or gets punished for chickening out,” solomon insists, and you recall the punishment, which is to buy a dinner next time you’re all out, something your poor wallet really can’t handle.

“i’ll do it,” you say, and a hush falls over the room as they all wait for you to pick.

thirteen hold back a laugh as she watches the stunned look on solomon’s face get more and more incredulous. seves that slimy sorcerer right! honestly, she hopes will make him trip up and fall into one of her traps.

you tap your chin as you look around the room, and when your eyes meet hers she grins, looking at you through her lashes. not that she expects you to pick her when there are several other people in the room, even if she is the prettiest. 

but you surprise her by standing, approaching even as you hold the eye contact. 

“you said prettiest, right solomon?” you ask, turning to look at him over your shoulder. “not handomsest, or even most attractive?” 

solomon swallows, clearly regretting his word choice. thirteen smirks at him. 

“yes, he said prettiest,” thirteen confirms, and you turn back to her, eyes sparking. 

“oh, well, then that’s perfect! can i kiss you, thirteen?” 

“you know you don’t have to ask,” she teases. you laugh, then lean down, giving her a short, impersonal peck on the lips. it’s one of the most chaste kisses she’s ever shared and as you pull away, she can’t help but wish for more.

raphael blinks as he takes in the scope of the dare is that even allowed? is it even appropriate?

you don’t seem to be having such qualms, scanning the room with intent. honestly, he feels more like he’s watching a car crash than a dare, and can’t help but wince imagining the impact.

except the car crash is now headed towards him with frightening speed.

“rapheal, you can totally say no,” you begin, taking a deep breath, “but honestly, you’re like really pretty, so can i kiss you?”

“me?” he echoes, stunned. “i’ve never been called pretty before.”

“really?” you squint at him. “well you totally are. but if you don’t want to kiss me that’s totally fine, i can choose the second prettiest.”

“nope!” solomon calls with glee. “that wasn’t the dare!”

“you can kiss me,” he says quietly. bravely too, if the glares he’s receiving are any indication. “i don’t mind.”

“you sure?”

he nods and in an instant, your close. like, really close. you give him one last chance to back out, but in another moment of bravery (or stupidity), he closes the distance between you. it’s been some time since he’s last kissed someone, but he hopes it’s enough to fulfill the requirements of the dare.

“whoa,” you say, hands on his shoulders as you look up at him. is that good or bad?

mephisto sighs. he can’t believe he was convinced to come to such a juvenile gathering! they haven’t even been talking about anything juicy enough to use in the newspaper!

but maybe this dare is his chance. romances among the most popular people in the school are always hot topics. he suposes he’ll just have to embellish the story behind the kiss, depending on who you choose.

“mephisto, come here,” you call, and he looks up sharply.

“surely you cannot mean–”

“oh, i mean,” you say with a grin. “as long as you’re willing, that is.”

juicy scoop or a chance to kiss you…?

oh, screw it. he’s on his feet in an instant, crossing the room to get to you. you don’t give him time to talk or anything, just grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling down.

the lasts a tad longer than it needs to, but mephisto can’t find it in himself to regret his eagerness, especially since you seem to be equally invigorated.

“okay, okay, break it up!” solomon eventually demands, and you pull back, laughing. he laughs too, suddenly not regretting attending at all.

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[another-lost-mc]

i’ve seen in some of your writings mentions of barbatos’ tail secretion? what does the secretion do? the effects? could you elaborate more on this please? i love your writing btw 💙💙

I wrote up something about wings but not tails, hm.

Anyway! My headcanons for Barbatos's tail stem from some of the things we know from the game (it's glistening/wet but not slimy and he doesn't like when it’s touched).

I imagine the secretion from it is slightly opaque (with a yellow-green tint) and it tastes a little salty. It doesn't have any direct effects but it could act as a lubricant for...y'know...purposes.

If he were under the influence of a magic spell or potion, it's possible the secretion could change properties as well. I'm sure Solomon's tried to convince him to let him have some to experiment with, but I doubt Barb would've agreed to that.

In darker scenarios where Barb does something dubious with it adding it to MC's food or drinks rubbing it on their clothes or skin it's meant to be a possessive gesture that he finds extremely gratifying but it's also discreet. It's easy to mask the taste with stronger flavours, and it doesn't have a very potent scent. It's thin and watery so the secretion is easy to blend into most coloured fabrics without leaving a noticeable stain.

I'm very fond of my favs with wings, but I think I prefer tails even more.

[obae-me]

Upside Down- CH 13

Warning: Vivid descriptions of nausea and sickness, alcohol, swearing. As Always, Read Safely.

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Eat Me

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There were many things you had seen throughout your long life. Not much caught you by surprise anymore. However, this… what was a good word for it? Atrocity? Monstrosity? An amalgamation of vile sponge sent from the very depths of the darkest parts of the realms? Summoned forth by the most forbidden rituals in an attempt to taint your soul and flood your blood with the whispers of contemptible desires?

It wasn’t just a cake, that was for certain.

No. It was a curse covered in frosting. And it dug up a primordial and raw panic in you.

The first bite had been fine. In hindsight, it was probably your senses frozen in shock. Some form of survival instinct unlocked to protect you. It was rather tasteless. The texture was all off, somehow crumbly and yet…almost slimy at the same time. It went down rough, as if your body was doing everything it could to prevent it from heading down into your stomach. A tingling was left in your throat, and by the time you had taken your third bite, something rotten inside you was burning. You covered your mouth with your hand, setting down your fork and taking several minutes trying to get to the bottom of how this dessert was so…awful. So many conflicting senses sent your mind swirling. While you weren’t exactly a gourmand, you could tell that Infernal, Mortal, and Holy ingredients were used. Each profile conflicted the other, and quite like the people of each realm themselves, they were fighting to stand on their own. Rather than blend together smoothly to create a robust experience, it tasted as if you had taken a bite of several different meals and chowed down on them at the same time. Fighting each other even culinarily… You would almost be tempted to sit back and think of it poetically if it wasn’t seconds away from coming back up and defiling these graves.

The human beside you mindlessly took more of the cake and swallowed several more bites. Fascination and horror roused within you. It seemed that rather than tasting it, Beel was swallowing the chunks whole, more focused on filling up his stomach than savoring the treat. If you could even call it such a thing. But eventually, he came to his senses, reaching the same conclusion you did, setting down his fork and giving you an awkward side glance. He cleared his throat and searched his mind for the proper words to give. “This is…uh…” He hesitated to even lick his lips for fear of picking up more remnant of the taste.

“Horrible,” you finished for him.

Beel’s face turned apologetic. “I appreciate you taking the time to…make this—“

The words nearly broke you out in a cold sweat. It’s not that you felt you needed to upkeep your reputation for a human, but there was no way on the devil’s scorched earth that you were going to be associated with this dining disaster. “No!” The desperation to your own voice caught you off guard. “I mean, I didn’t make it. A…” You would say acquaintance, even coworker, but now you were wondering if Solomon was in fact an enemy. Olive branch, he said. More like declaration of war. An assassination attempt. Did he do this on purpose to make you look bad in front of the humans you were supposed to protect? Was there some secret message behind the venom inside the cream? “Someone I know made it… I…” Why were you suddenly so flustered? So embarrassed? You were a demon for sin’s sake! You could simply kill a human for looking at you with a crooked eye! Yet, it was probably because of the way this Morningstar was looking at you that had you so thrown off. Like he was appreciative of the cake even though it was perhaps the most inedible thing he had ever held in his hands. Like he would keep eating it if you asked him to, his fingers already brushing against the utensil like he was waiting for your approval. Was he really so gluttonous as to be ready to eat even if it made him sick, even if it killed him? Why? To please you? No, it didn’t quite seem like that. He was kind, yes, but he wasn’t a doormat. Something in him was starving. Something past his mouth, past his stomach, settled all the way into the depths of his soul was clawing at him from the inside. You knew this sensation too. This emptiness.

Guilt.

Hopelessness.

Loss.

The food he was eating was another distraction. Just like Mammon’s shimmering trinkets and Levi’s flashing lights, Beel allowed himself to get absorbed in his own form of self comfort. Each brother seemed to be engulfed in their own little world, swallowed up by their sin and just barely keeping their head afloat. These humans were all drowning, one hand outstretched, waiting for someone to pull them to safety…

You reached over and closed the lid to the take-out box, half tempted to set it ablaze to ensure it would be purified to ashes. However, aside from the fact that it might cause the human to panic, you had to wonder what sort of dangers the toxins in the air would cause… You’d have to dispose of it cleverly. Perhaps manage to open a rift into outer darkness and chuck it where even the fates couldn’t reach. You stood up.

“You don’t have to throw it away.” Beel reached out, almost appearing a bit panicked. This surprised you. You had assumed that this behavior was caused by the death of his sister, but suddenly you had the sense that this was a deep-seeded issue, something that had been with him for a while, exacerbated with Lilith’s passing. The human managed to read your confusion, shifting uncomfortably as he could feel your analyzing thoughts. “I don’t like anything to go to waste,” he explained. “I don’t remember too much of my life before Lucifer brought me home, but…” Beel searched for the words, the memories painful, but still managing to smile. “Every crumb is precious to me. You never know how long it’ll be before you can eat again.”

There was a stirring inside you, and not just the concoction in your stomach. You turned your head up, trying to look past the pollution to see the stars. Something about his sad words poked at old memories. Faded messages from someone your soul refused to forget. What was it they used to say?

“Every second is precious to me. You never know when it will be your last.”

Humans were so fragile. And yet, somehow they continued to thrive. Through war and despair and starvation and destruction they struggle and fight to survive. Even if doing so only adds mere seconds to their lives, they will spill blood to claim those last few seconds.

Greedy things.

Had they fought for more precious seconds right before the end?…

You snapped yourself out of your daze. “Trust me, you’re not wasting anything by not eating this.” The box tucked under your arm, your other hand grabbing Beel’s outstretched hand to help him up. “The sun will be rising soon, we should probably get back before people start waking up.”

A surprising warmth flooded your body as Beel’s hand slipped into yours. He got to his feet before his touch dropped from yours, hurrying back into the pockets of his jacket. He looked down at Lilith’s grave and nodded. “Talk to you soon… I’ll bring Belphie with me next time, I promise.” Silence lingered over the graveyard for moment before he gestured for you to follow him. “We can get out this way.”

The human walked a few steps away from you, your own feet prepared to follow before a faint whisper echoed behind you. It was quiet, so much so, you almost convinced yourself it had been the wind. But even so, the familiar tone to the voice immediately brought tears to your eyes. You turned, almost calling out an old name before the sensation you felt faded. Your hand pressed over a panging in your chest, an old wound that tempted to tear back open. Before you could think anything of it, you brushed it aside as you hearing things. Madness. Auditory hallucinations probably brought about by the unknown ingredients in the cake Solomon made. You had been thinking about them a lot more than usual lately, and now your mind was conjuring up things. That was all. You glanced down at Lilith’s grave.

It was strangely peaceful here.

“Something wrong?”

You turned your head back at Beel before shaking it. “Just hearing things.” In a few steps, you were at his side. As you stood directly next to him, you couldn’t help but stare at him. Something felt…off, but you couldn’t quite discern what it was. A certain detail was different enough for you to notice, but not obvious enough to place. Like how you can tell someone had disturbed a room you’d walked into, but not being able to figure out what had been touched.

Where most people might’ve been off-put by your staring, he simply held your gaze, raising an eyebrow. The longer you looked, the more a little blush seemed to form on his cheeks. He rubbed at the corner of his lips and found a stray dab of frosting, wiping it away on his pants. “Did I get it?” He asked, assuming he’d discovered what you were observing. Letting it go for the time being, you nodded, but something was still bothering you.

The human began to lead you towards the direction you both had come in. Unlike his other two brothers you’d made pacts with, either he wasn’t the particularly curious type, or he knew when to keep questions to himself. He didn’t bother prodding further on how you’d found him or how you knew how to sneak inside or even how you knew he left. He was only focused on getting you two out of there. Near the inside of the fence was a little bush, Beel headed towards it and pulled out a green plastic milk crate. He pushed it towards the perimeter and stood on top of it, bending his knees a little and waving you over. “Here, I’ll help you over.” He laced his hands together and again encouraged you to get closer to him.

It wouldn��t do to simply jump over like usual. So, playing along like a proper human, you placed your foot in his palms. He held you carefully, raising you up and letting you kneel on his shoulders. All the while worrying over you to be careful. You pretended to struggle pulling yourself over, entertaining yourself as you hit the ground on the other side. Beel rushed over, leaping over in such a frenzy, his jacket sleeve tore a little on one of the metal pickets. He nearly fully scooped you up off the ground, picking you up by the small of your back and settling you back on your feet.

“Are you okay?” He worried over you, and while you didn’t particularly care for humans, the attention had the end of your hidden tail twitch. You touched at the fabric of his sleeve with a little frown, wondering if you had taken your act a little too far. Even as you were fiddling with it, he didn’t fret over it. “You’re not hurt or anything?”

“I’m alright,” you responded bluntly, walking a bit down the sidewalk. You approached a public bin and promptly threw the box containing the cake away. You heard Beel strut up behind you, moaning a bit at even just the thought of what it tasted like. “I need to go home and eat something to get rid of that flavor… I should still have that pudding left.” He began to go on a little ramble, daydreaming about different treats. The mood seemed to brighten as he went over his list of snacks he would be consuming as soon as he got his hands on them. His feet began moving as his mind trailed away. Then he stopped, looking over his shoulder at you. “Aren’t you coming?”

“Actually…” You looked down the opposite direction, down the street. “There’s something I’m going to check on first.”

“Oh. Alright. Be safe, okay? Weird things have been happening at night lately. Lucifer keeps pestering us to stay inside. And then of course, he stays out himself…” While almost everyone mentioned their older brother with a bit of anger, Beel only harbored concern and admiration when he spoke of Lucifer. Rather than getting hung up on his older brother again, he moved on from the subject. “Thanks for checking on me… You’re pretty nice. I see why Mammon and Levi like you. See you later.” Without another word, he turned away from you, walking along the streets that would take him back to the house. You stood in place and waited till his frame dissipated in the darkness.

A sigh left your lungs. Your stomach rumbled in a little bit of pain.

“Lucifer…”

Even from the sidewalk across the street from the building, you could pinpoint the window to Lucifer’s office. The light was faint, but still active nonetheless. With a slight roll to your eyes, you approached the front doors, grasping the long and golden vertical handle. It rattled. Locked. With a huff, you took a step back. Of course this was just a waste of time. Why did you think coming here was a good idea anyway? Was it the look on Beel’s worried face? Were you so easily persuaded by a human you had hardly come to know? A swift turn of your feet had you pointing in the direction where you had just come from. But something stopped you. Not quite a voice like before, but like a guided thought, one that didn’t quite feel like your own. It sent a shiver down your spine, bringing about the sensation of deja vu, the same phenomenon you felt earlier just as you were leaving the graveyard. A series of emotions that you roughly translated.

Check on him, please.

A heavy growl left your lungs as you rounded the building to try to find access in through the back. A ripple crossed over your body, shielding your body from view, feeling the comfort that came from not being perceived. You couldn’t stay here for long. You already made a promise to your pact-mates and Simeon that you’d conserve your magic where you could. Even now you were almost trudging your feet, worn out. As you rounded the corner of the structure, you suddenly froze. Magic that was not your own flooded the alley. It was strong, every weave working to repel you from this place. If it weren’t for Solomon’s charm, you might’ve even been pushed all the way back down to the Devildom. It zapped your strength, stirring the remains of the poison in your stomach.

Just across the way from you, leaving the alley from the opposite direction, was a tall man. The source of the magic rang out from his aura, the remains of a spell twinkling off his hands. Was it him? Was he the one going around and protecting this place? Was he the one guarding the Morningstar home as well? Why? Even with the coat across his shoulders, you could tell his build was wide and statuesque. Striking red hair swayed in the breeze and caught the rays of the peeking sunrise, making his presence blaze for a single moment before he turned out of view and sauntered off. You raised an eyebrow, tempted to follow, but giving up on that desire rather quickly. You’d stalked enough human men today. Still… who was he?

The spell hummed in your ears, refusing to leave anytime soon, almost convincing you to give up on Lucifer entirely. But with a silent grumble, you stepped further in to check the back door. Unsurprisingly, it was also locked, but you expected as much. It would simply be easier to break in from here. Rather than use a key like normal people, it seemed that these little number-pads were the way to grant access around here. A quiet demonic spell was chanted in the base of your throat, sparks dancing between your fingertips. You pressed your hand against the numbers and listened to the internal mechanism fry. It chirped as it died and glared at you with a little red eye. For a moment, you wondered if you’d have to resort to breaking in the door or a window. But then just before your hopes of destruction got too high, the eye turned green as you heard a click. You put the brick back down. Whoever put that stupid warding magic here didn’t think everything all the way through, did they?

You smugly entered the building, wandering through the back room and out into the main lobby. You paced around for a little while until you found the metal plating that you recently learned was called an elevator. Humans found the strangest ways to make things easier for them. Normally you’d avoid the flimsy metal box, but part of it fascinated you. You tapped at the buttons and had to restrain yourself from eagerly hitting all of them just to watch them light up and make a satisfying bing. The doors opened and you stepped inside, selecting the floor you knew Lucifer’s office was located.

As the elevator lurched upward, so did your stomach. Everything seemed to swirl around you for a few agonizing seconds, some sort of motion sickness overtaking your senses. The base of your throat clenched as you worked to keep yourself sick. Every muscle in your body tensed. You focused entirely on keeping yourself hidden. The doors opened, the movement stopped, but the sensation didn’t. You crawled your way out of the elevator, trying not to gasp in pain. Working on your breathing, fighting against your own body to settle down.

That cake was doing something to you…

The current wave of sickness passed, a faint tingling sparking through your body. You shuffled your way up to your feet, holding onto the end of some random desk.

The office was empty. Almost every light turned off except for a few. Lucifer’s office was illuminated. His door was wide open…

Panic. Anxiety. You hobbled forward, doing your best to stay silent as you sprinted towards his office door. There had been something odd about the whole thing. You should’ve followed your gut. Maybe that other human had done something. Maybe they weren’t being protected at all… Maybe something had happened. Was he—

As you burst silently into the room, you had to cover your mouth to hold in your breath. The eldest Morningstar was face-down on his desk, hand limply holding a pen. The screen of his computer was still lit up, in the middle of some project. No. No, no, no… You approached his body with a tight chest, imagining the look on his brother’s faces if you had to come home with bad news. Imagining the reprimand you’d get from Simeon once he found out the human had been harmed. Your adventure was over just as you felt like it was starting. You didn’t smell any blood, and you didn’t sense any other magic aside from the human’s from earlier. Careful fingers touched the side of his neck.

Lucifer’s head shot up.

Instinct kicked in before you could stop yourself. Luckily, instead of tearing him to shreds, you simply pushed him, sending him out of his chair and onto the floor. He groaned sleepily, sitting up and grasping the sides of his head. Clearly he was dazed and confused…and perhaps a bit hungover. The smell of human alcohol was now clear.

He had simply passed out.

Your teeth gritted, hands held in front of you in a choking motion, imagining yourself fully throttling him by his scrawny little neck for getting you…unnaturally…perturbed. Then you covered your face, exasperated at yourself for getting so caught up in random emotions.

Lucifer reached up to press his palm against his desktop, clearly exerting himself trying to stand.

It would be…so easy to push him over right now.

You were ready to do it, only two seconds away from sweeping his leg before you heard some sort of shuddering gasp as he settled himself on his feet. The eldest of humans, the biggest pain in the tail you’d come to meet, the man you wouldn’t even want to talk to in your dreams… was on the verge of tears. You took a single step back to observe him slumping back into his office chair, rasping out a curse, looking at his phone and the time and his work before leaning forward and placing his face in his hands.

Now you simply felt…maybe a small bit of repentance. Guilty for being so tempted to quite literally kick a man while he was down. Turning your head to avoid looking at him, you took the steps to walk back out of his office. Past the receptionist’s desk and around the corner of the cubicles, you had remembered seeing a small nook that resembled a mini kitchen; cabinets and a fridge and whatnot. You headed off in that direction and began to rifle through a few things. It didn’t take you too long before you found an empty paper cup. One jaunt over to the nearby water dispenser, and you snuck back towards the office.

Lucifer was in the same position as before, and it was difficult for you to tell if he was crying or simply processing his inebriated thoughts. While his eyes were covered, you settled the cup of water down beside the empty shot-glass. You were really pushing your luck with this, but… you were entitled to do something after pushing him over. This was just making up for that. You didn’t want to owe anything to Lucifer. Now you were even.

Spotting the couch again, you sat down, leaning back and keeping yourself from sighing as you looked out the window.

Great. Now you could relate to this asshole. How infuriating.

“Hm?” Half-lidded eyes finally were free from his hands as he noticed the paper cup before him. Befuddled, he picked it up and smelled it, probably wondering if he’d poured himself another shot. The way he arched his eyebrow almost had you chuckling. “When did I…?” He was clearly quite perplexed. Although, after rubbing his eyes and his forehead for several minutes, he somehow came to the conclusion that he’d gotten it himself. He downed the water quickly with a groan, staring at his computer screen. Any normal being at this point would quit for the day, finding some way to hobble home. This…muddle of a man left you stupefied as he defied all reason, ignored all good sense as he stood, rubbing the back of his head, clearly ready to get back to work. “I need more coffee…”

As he left his office, staggering as he tipped left and right, you kept yourself from scoffing. You had to be kidding. What kind of idiotic, self-sabotaging, prideful moron would go so far as to isolate himself and—

Wait.

No. No this was not the same! Not the same thing. He was a human, it was different! This wasn’t about pride, this was about… something totally unrelated! You and Lucifer were so far from each other, you… you…

You couldn’t think of a proper dispute for yourself.

Maybe it was true… Maybe you were alike, in some aspects. Pushing others away to save face, only to hurt yourself in the process. Pushing yourself to the brink of death just to…to what, prove a point?

What was it you were trying to prove anymore?… You couldn't remember...

Lucifer seemed fine. Well, alive and walking at least. Safe for the moment. You stood up once more, satisfied and frustrated with the events that had just taken place. All you’d come out here for was to show the little voice in the back of your head that the human was unharmed. Now you’d just… go back home— to the home. The Morningstar home. Not your home. Your home was in the Devildom.

Oof. Your thoughts were getting all sorts of jumbled, weren’t they? Sweat started to bead down your forehead. The droplets were cold. Too cold. Like you were much too hot… That was weird.

An intense cramp ran through your entire body, your muscles seized up, your frame crumpling to the floor. For a moment you writhed, reaching out to pull yourself forward, but missing the furniture. It squeaked harshly as you ended up pushing it away from you instead. Panting, gasping, you nearly left claw marks in the flooring as you grasped it again, pulling yourself up to your knees.

The noise alerted the human approaching the office, coming back in as adrenaline rushed through his veins. You could only pray he didn’t see you. Covering your mouth, you held back a scream as another throb forced your vision to go blurry.

Don’t…get…found out…

Crawling behind the shelter of the couch, you forced the sick to stay in your body.

“Who’s there?!”

Hide…Hide away from it all…Then you won’t…

…

A messed up swirl of colors crossed your vision. You reached out a hand and rolled over onto your stomach before collapsing again. By the next time you opened your eyes, even if it felt like only a second, you could tell time had passed. It was a bit brighter now, although wherever you were was still blanketed by shade. Every limb in your body felt weak. Fully opening your eyelids might as well have been like asking you to climb from the lower ring of hell all the way to the tallest tier in heaven in under seven minutes. It took several more attempts before you could press your hands to your head. It took even longer to finally sit up.

You felt like death. Which was rather hilarious considering just the other day you had nearly actually died. Whatever this was felt worse. Every breath you took made you queasy. For too many minutes, you assumed you were back in the Devildom, waking up to the worst hangover you’d had in your vast life. But then the memories slowly started to trickle in. Although there was a very clear black spot in your memory. The last thing you remembered, you had snuck into Lucifer’s office. And now you were… Where were you exactly? Everything was a blur. Blinking didn’t exactly clear up your vision.

This didn’t look like an office. Didn’t look like anywhere…

A long roof covered your head, but this room had no walls, letting light from the outside flood in at all sides. A pergola of some kind? There was no furniture in this place either, just clear floor in all directions around you. Odd. Your limbs fumbled around for a while, struggling to stand up, and once you were on the flats of your feet, it was even harder to stand straight. Slowly, you carefully wobbled your way towards one of the open entrances to try and figure out just where in the three realms you ended up in.

Light flashed across your eyes as you stepped out of the shade. A headache throbbed through your temples as you blinked spots away. Looking in front of you, you saw a field of tall grey grass. Wait… grey grass? Were you seeing things? Looking up you noticed a… white not-so-blue sky. In fact, it looked more like a high ceiling. And a ways away on the other side of the field was a dark brown, almost black building settled next to a giant oddly shaped mountain, that sort of resembled a—

Oh… Oh no. Saints and Sinners alike, say it wasn’t so. No!

A hand clasped over your lips as you stumbled back into the dark, losing your balance and falling to the floor. Both panic and shaky legs kept you from standing up quite yet. You remained hidden in the shadows of the cover overhead, peering out into the open space with clenched teeth. This was a dream. A horrid nightmare in fact. It had been several ancient years since you ever remembered having something akin to a nightmare, but this had to be one of them. A cold chill covered every inch of your skin. You felt clammy. Nauseated. Unable to breathe. Calm, you had to tell yourself. If you freak out too much, you will be sick.

Sick. Right! You had been poisoned. Did he— Did that—

Did Solomon’s messed up cake shrink you?!

Dread began to swirl with anger. When you… When you managed to get your hands on that pesky little angel, you would— Not the time. You could fantasize fondly about that later. Right now, you had to fix this. But… how? How would you undo this? This didn’t feel like any regular hex that an enchantment would reverse. If you had ingested this… it stood to reason you needed an antidote. Wait! Beel… Beel had consumed the cake too… Was he in the same position as you? If he was, he was probably freaking out right now. Had he made it home?! Or was he now outside, completely vulnerable. Bite sized for whatever demon wanted a Morningstar snack… Or what if it did something worse to him? He was only a human after all… What if he… You tugged at your hair a bit as your tail thrashed behind you.

This was bad. Really bad. Truly and utterly terrible.

Order of operations… To find Beel, you needed an antidote. To get an antidote, you needed to get ahold of Simeon or Solomon. You felt around your clothes, feeling your pockets for your phone. Nothing. It seemed whatever magic was at play here kept you clothed, but didn’t shrink your phone with you…Solomon’s charm was still there too. You wouldn’t question how that worked. Don’t think too deeply into how magic works. Just don’t. Please. It would be a waste of energy you couldn’t afford to lose. If this was still Lucifer’s office, and you collapsed in here, your device should still be somewhere here…

Walking forward tepidly, you peeked out from the cover that you’d come to the devastating conclusion was the underside of the couch. If you had to guess, right now you were probably no bigger than the average index finger… Lucifer was no longer at his desk. His office door closed. However, the glow from the monitor was still on, and his black leather business bag was still slumped against the floor. He was still in the building somewhere, which meant you had to be careful. For, as much as you were trying, you couldn’t cloak right now… Or hide your demon form. If someone caught you…if someone caught Beel… As your pact mates would say it: Game Over.

You rushed out from under the couch to scan the office for your phone. You checked the rug, against the walls, by the window, under the desk, but nothing. Lucifer must’ve found it… Now you’d have to try to answer how your phone wound up in his office… and hells, the couch! He’d seen it move! What if he connected your phone to… First you’d have to worry about finding Beel and getting back to normal. If you had no way to contact the others, you’d have to figure out how to get home. If you could get back to Mammon and Levi, they could contact Simeon or Solomon for you, and then the hunt for Beel could start. But how would you make it all the way back to the house?…

There was only one clear solution to that. Lucifer.

If you could tuck yourself into his work bag, you could probably escape undetected. But you couldn’t just wait around for him to decide to go home, not when Beel’s life was at stake! You would have to figure out a way to send Lucifer home now. But how?…

Pacing around back and forth only served to make you dizzy. You leaned heavily against one of the couch’s legs. Get him to stop working…get him to stop work… Wait, work! His work! Destroy his addiction! Can’t keep working if there’s no work to work on! You would stop saying work now.

Jogging over to his desk, you spotted a single long black cord poking through a little hole in the wood. The lifeline of the computer. Controlled by more feral thoughts than usual, you ran over to it and sunk your teeth into it, tugging till the cord snapped. A fierce jolt ran through your body as the electricity sparked for a moment, but then you shook it off. Stepping out from under the desk and looking up, you noticed the monitor had gone black. Perfect.

The door latch clicked.

Scrambling, you bolted towards Lucifer’s bag. You wriggled yourself under the leather flap only to discover it was mostly decorative. The bag itself was still closed with a zipper. But for the moment you were hidden, working hard to keep your horns from puncturing through the thing.

You heard the door fully open as the familiar click of Lucifer’s steady cadence struck the ground. “…and all I need to do is plug it into the computer?” His voice held firm, not like he had sounded when you found him blacked out at his desk. Vibrations ran through your body as he stepped closer and sat at his desk. Frantic tapping at his keyboard could be heard before he held back a curse. His fist hit the desk. “It’s not working, it’s… Hold on. You’ve got to be kidding me…” He must’ve discovered your little act of sabotage.

All the while, you had found the tag to the zipper, both hands clutched around it as you slowly pulled it back, making no noise. Once an opening was large enough for you to slip through- which in this scenario, wasn’t very much- you tucked yourself inside. It was rather packed in here…not only did you have to worry about getting discovered, but now you were worried about being squashed between thick binders and files and who knows what else. You tried to hole yourself inside a pocket to keep yourself out of view. And now you could only blasphemously pray to not be found. If angels were listening to your pleas, you hoped that cursed cherub was listening to every personal thought and comment you had to say about this predicament. Maybe if you thought hard enough, his ears would burn off.

“The computer…it’s fine, I can access it at home.”

Yes!

“Just connect it to my computer, open the email you sent me, and you swear this will unlock the phone?”

…Wait…

“Under usual circumstances, I’d tell you to mind your business. But in this case, I feel like it’s fair to say it’s from the same person you’ve failed to run a background on.”

…Shit.

“Don’t you think it’s rather pathetic for me to have to do your job for you? You better hope this little ‘key’ of yours doesn’t disappoint me as well.” Lucifer huffed as it appeared he ended the call early. You could nearly feel the rage and frustration rippling off of him as he addressed his broken computer, pushing his chair back and letting it roll and hit against the back wall. Your whole world was rocked as the bag was picked up off the floor. “Utterly ridiculous… Losing my mind…” You heard the human mutter.

What an absolutely, utterly, terribly, impossibly horrible human! And to think, you’d almost felt some small modicum of… pity for him! You’d checked on him and made sure he was okay, and this was how he was treating you now? Trying to break into your phone?!

Sweat seemed to bead more down your face. The jostling of the bag wasn’t helping your current weakened condition. And now you were running cold with panic. If Lucifer got into your phone… you can’t even recall what you had written down over text… Did you mention you were a demon? He’d see those texts from Simeon… No…you couldn’t let him do that.

Lucifer continued to walk quickly, making his way through his work building with top speed. A car door opened. Then your mind flipped and the personal hell of your own making roughly hit something and tumbled. More agony flooded your body as all the air was pushed out of your lungs, feeling crushed in all directions. He’d really just thrown you in the car, didn’t he? Ouch… You had to struggle to keep your consciousness. There was too much at stake to simply pass out now, no matter how tempting the sweet darkness was.

Find Beel, unshrink yourself, and now keeping Lucifer from figuring you out…

Hells…how could this little nightmare get any worse?

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[misc-obeyme]

Hopping on the Barbatos' tail bit. I've always imagined that his tail was similar to an eel (that weird fish that has like electricity or something.) rather than a lizard, not by texture, but more to the fact that he could make electricity with it, like produce it like an eel can with their body. (And also his tail patterns(? Kind of remind me of a thunder.)

Like imagine him just like shocking people (cough cough Solomon) when they "deserve" it. Orrr, if MC is into it, slightly shocking them during sex (Maybe that's just me tho).

And that his tail is not exactly wet like water, but more like slimy(? Kind of like oil or smth (or like lube too, for external purposes).

But the Lizard Theory™ is kinda growing on me. Like the idea of his tail just falling off is just so funny to me.

I love when extremely powerful beings are slightly inconvenienced by their own biology.

OKAY. That is NOT something I had previously considered, but I looove it? I think his tail lines definitely look like lightning! Plus how funny would it be if Barbatos could just shock people with his tail whenever he wanted? No rat would stand a chance. Immediately TAZED by Barb's tail lol.

Solomon would definitely get shocked in Nightbringer aldkafksd

And okay it's not just you because I would be SO CURIOUS about how it would feel to get shocked during sexy times. I don't know if I'd enjoy it or not, but I'd absolutely want to find out~ (oh and my MC would be so into it... they're into pretty much everything lol)

Yeah, I think at this point most of just headcanon the wet/slimy situation however we like. Since the game is only giving us "wet" and I don't find that to be quite descriptive enough. So I say it's whatever you like best.

I agree, imagining his tail falling off is extremely humorous! Poor Barbatos...

That's probably why we all have such out there headcanons for his tail - because it's funny for him to have to deal with it when he's so powerful. That might also be why everybody thinks his fear of rats is so funny lol.

[princess-of-thebes-1995]

You didn't fight him when he was dragging you to where you assumed his room.

If you didn't had kids or liabilities you would have fought him.

And he knew.

The door automatically swished open and the Colonel stepped in with you close behind his tail. Once the door closed shut. He gently pressed you against the wall and lifted you up from the floor to his level. He kissed you square on the face. You stood there motionless. You wanted to bite his slimy tongue.

The Colonel pulled back and scowled. "I know you can kiss better than that. How come you love kissing our children but not me?"

You couldn't hold it in. You busted into tears. "I love them and not you!"

The Colonel's eyes looked hurt for a split second as if he had a heart. Then he glared and you cowered against the wall in fear.

You expected him to hit you. But he used one hand to squeeze your cheeks.

"I'll make you love me then." He hissed.

What did he mean?

"if you don't please me. I will give our children to the lab coats."

You didn't care if he was bluffing or not. You wouldn't risk it. You sighed in defeat and nodded.

The Colonel smirked in victory. He then kissed you again. You kissed him back and he purred in approval. He then carried you to his huge bed. He hovered over you and kissed you again. Your tongue and his dancing. You were so scared on what will happen next...

He took off his army pants and his boxers and tank top. As expected, his penis was so thick and long. Who will save you now? Trudy and Grace are gone.

Jake and Norm are far away. You sobbed.

The Colonel blinked in confusion. Then he saw you staring at him. He wiped away your tears lovingly. A weird and gentle affection from him.

"it's okay, sweetheart. You will enjoy it. It is not scary as it looks."

You closed your eyes...

The Navi semen made his penis slick and slimy. It made it slippery to enter inside your wet cunt. So, to your surprise it felt great. Even better.

You opened your eyes and stared up at the Colonel.

The Colonel smirked and so it happened. Your moans caused his head to spin and feel dizzy. The two of you were drowned in ecstasy. Soon, you two were done.

The Colonel was taking raggedy breaths. He felt exhausted. As if he was doing extreme weight lifting.

You wanted to check your kids before bedtime but you were sweating. Then you heard your second son, Valentino Solomon calling your name.

You looked next to your right and the Colonel was looking back at you.

He sighed. "Go see what he wants." He mumbled. He let go of you and you quickly dressed up in your soiled clothes.

You went to see your second son and he complained that his phone was taken away. You went to ask the rda for his phone and it was given back. You tucked your kids to bed and kissed them all good night.

You went back to Quaritch's room and saw him propped on his elbow waiting for you. You kindly announced you will join him after a shower. He said nothing and left.

You wanted to cry in the shower but you were scared he will hear your sobs. So you just leaked some tears. The Colonel knew you were crying because your eyes were red. He felt sorry for you.

He laid out a huge t shirt he would use to do gym. You looked cute in it. He grabbed you close to him and the two of you went to sleep together as you two used to years ago at the base fifteen years ago.

[2af-afterdark]

licking eyeballs for erotic gratification

i dont wear them often but i have contacts and this is horrifying. i demand a fic of him licking your eyeballs only for your contact to fall out

Everyone stand back! I'm going to try writing crack and that can only end poorly (because I do not have a whimsical bone in my body).

Tags: Andrealphus x MC, Badly written crack, eye licking, mentions of spitting in mouths, MC swears

"That sounds absolutely disgusting," you deadpanned when he asked you if he could lick your eyeball. "Do you know how many germs are in a mouth? Do you know how much germs want to get into my body through all my orifices? Why would I make it easy for them? Plus, I don't want a close up view of what you ate for lunch."

"I literally spat in your mouth the other day. You swallowed it."

"Yeah, but that's hot. Especially when you called me a filthy whore."

He sighed. "You really are related to him."

No need to play the pronoun game on that one, because him could only ever refer to one person in that context.

"Yo, leave my grandpa and/or past life out of this. Our kinks are between us," you wagged your finger quickly between him and you, "and there is no faster mood killer than thinking about your (very distantly related) grandparents judging you from beyond the grave." Except Solomon would probably be proud of you for being able to still get it. He was a bigger horndog than even you were.

"I won't force you, so if you don't want to-"

"Oh no. I'll do it. It just sounds disgusting." You emphasized the final word in a way that made it sound more like disgoosting.

You took his hand and pulled it against your cheek so he could feel where you were. You let his thumb brush against your bottom eyelid so he could get a feel for the structure of your face. He used his pointer and middle finger to pull at your eyelids and force them to stay open. Then, he leaned in.

When he was close like this, you could actually smell how much he reeked. Well, it wasn't him so much as it was the dead things littering his clothing. The wing on his back needed to be replaced soon because the muscles and flesh were clearly starting to go bad. Plus, there was just... so much blood that tickled your senses and made you grimace.

But you let him get closer anyway and watched as his tongue lulled out of his mouth like some kind of fat, slimy, pink worm. You instinctually wanted to blink, but only one eye closed while the other was forced to keep watching as the tip of his tongue finally made contact.

You had no idea what a tongue against your eyeball was supposed to feel like, but it reminded you of a sponge scraping against a plastic dish. Honestly, it felt like something was rubbing against your cornea and was really uncomfortable.

"Okay. That's enough," you finally said when you couldn't take it anymore.

He huffed and hummed before drawing back. When he was far enough away, you realized something concerning.

"Oh shit! You're blurry." You looked around the room, taking in the half-crisp, half-fuzzy edges of the furniture. "Scratch that. Everything is blurry."

Andrealphus chewed something in his mouth for a moment, swishing it back and forth before sticking his fingers in his mouth and pulling out a small, clear, circular piece of plastic. He squished the thing between his fingers as he faced forward blankly.

"I have no idea what this is."

"That, my sweet Andrealphus, is called a contact lens and explains why I can't see shit right now." You took the contact from him, staring down at it still glistening with saliva. "I am not putting this back in." In fact, you would probably get a new pair altogether.

"Here." You grabbed his hand, put the contact into his palm, and closed his fingers around it. "You can keep it."

"And what am I supposed to do with it?"

"I dunno, but I don't want it."

"Truly you are the spirit of generosity," he said with no expression on his face or in his voice whatsoever.

"Was that sarcasm?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Even though he was still speaking bluntly, it was clear that he was pouting in his own special way.

"Oh, don't be like that." You grabbed the hand you hadn't put the contact in and put it against your face so he could feel your smile. "I love it when you're having fun. Won't you smile for me? Please? You're so handsome when you smile."

"You're incorrigible." But he chuckled and gave a small smile anyway. Very small. Nearly microscopic.

"There it is." You leaned into him and planted a kiss against the side of his mouth. "Your kink is weird though."

"So is yours."

"Yeeeeah. I know."

But he indulged you anyway, just like you would him... as long as you remembered to take the contacts out first.

[undead-merman]

Oooh can you do some fearplay/feral/predator/prey headcanons or whatever with the demons and Solomon??? 0////0 I want to be hunted by the prince a feral wizard and the bros so fucking bad

Feral/Fear play with Diavolo and Solomon with GN-Reader NSFW

Diavolo

Becoming feral

It was a prototype to help calm demons down whenever they go on rampages. It was inspired by an event when the brothers had a freakout and you weren’t around. So Solomon helped Diavolo with the problem. It wasn’t anything invasive, like melatonin for demons.

Solomon brought it to Diavolo to test. Diavolo was excited, he didn’t think himself a man who easily gets enraged and saw it as a way to not only get away from work but to also have something to help him deeply relax.

But Solomon's testing didn’t go above Little D’s, Diavolo was his true first test of this prototype. But when he lit it and let it burn and fill the room Diavolo gets a bit itchy. Scratching his skin, then twitching and even raking his fangs over his skin. Even his wings flap out and horns sprout so fast that even Diavolo winces. 

Solomon snuffs it out but he’s leaped on and knocked unconscious. Something prickling at his skin and driving him mad enough to foam at the mouth and claw at his own skin.   

Getting a scent for you

But it’s when he smells that scent of yours that he stops. The prickling just getting worse but he doesn’t want to rip and tear, no, something is stirring in his loins and he needs to mate that small tasty human he smells. 

He follows it to his room and finds that shirt you left and he’s inhaling the scent of it. Deep heavy whiffs as his cock throbs and he bucks into the air with no friction at all and growls because of it.

He’ll shove that shirt into his crotch and ruts into it over and over but tosses it away when he can’t even get a good feeling from it. Growling he follows his nose and flies out to find you. claws itching and teeth gnashing. 

You are at the house of lamentation and the others are out when your window cracks open and flapping wings fold to reveal a Diavolo with fangs on full display and drooling and he’s creeping at you like a big cat ready to pounce. You managed to scramble out of the bed just as he ripped up the sheets. 

You swear you see him smile as you dash out and slam the door behind you, knowing it's a futile attempt to slow him.    

Hunting you

He wore a terrifying smile. It was just like the one he always wore but it didn’t reach his eyes. His molten gold and amber eyes were empty of any kind of sanity. They were hungry. 

He easily caught up, you could blink and he was right in front of you. He pushed you right to the ground and straddled you pinning your arms up above your head and leaving you helpless. 

But instead of ripping you apart or eating you, he was kissing your neck. Burning hot lips and a tongue caressing just under your jaw and a straining erection against your body twitching with primal excitement. 

His teeth pull at your clothes and rip with ease, but there's something terrifyingly graceful in the way the ripped cloth to thread. He ripped his own clothes and his cock flopped out throbbing and leaking. 

He’ll growl pleased as he ruts his cock against your hole while holding your legs apart and his vast amounts of slimy precum rubs against you and he slowly but persistently works his head inside, and as soon as he’s inside he still has the sanity to allow you to adjust, or he’s just savoring the feel of your insides. Your twitches all around him make his growls morph into purrs.

It doesn’t matter if you bend to his will or even fight and spit back. He’s too far gone. He’s just fucking into your soft body and warmth. And he makes sure his darling little prey feels good, it's instinct. Rubbing his massive hands all up and down grinning with teeth when you out noises of enjoyment. 

He doesn’t just come once or twice. You lose count of how many times your toes have curled and how much cum has been flooded into not just the one, but all of them. By the time he was coming down from the orgasm, you were just about to pass out. Your face flushed and eyes unfocused.         

Returning to normal

It took a moment for him to finally come back after finally being satisfied. He stood over you like a wolf protecting its caught prey, but as the itchiness and the irritation was gone he realized what he had done and felt horrified. 

Right before you pass out you saw his petrified face, mouth agape, pupils were blown wide. He gently took you in his arms and was only somewhat relieved he didn’t draw a pinprick of blood. But what has he done? 

Even if you forgive him, he still has a weight of guilt in his gut that feels like tons. It even hurt to look at you sometimes. Sure it was an accident but how could he, the prince of the Devildom, hurt not only a beloved guest but someone he holds so dear and close to him?

If you don’t? If you spit, curse, or hit him, he lets you. Take out your anger on him. He understands. Do as you please, he’ll do anything to show his remorse.     

Solomon

Becoming feral

With the newest discovery of a Devildom herb, he was happy to be one of the first ones to get his hands on it. Though through not-so-savory methods. He was testing the various things this herb could be used for. 

It shockingly was not toxic or poisonous to humans, chopped and eaten it was a pleasantly sweet and spicy taste. 

But when self-testing and ended up burning it the fumes were burning and while he put in a charm to protect himself, what he didn’t prepare for was how his mind went blank with just pure rage. 

He destroyed everything in his workshop. Glass everywhere, liquids all over the floor just making the situation worse and him even worse. 

The rampage doesn’t stop there, he ends up going into his room and knocking down the perfumes that Asmodeus gave him adding a terrible mix of pheromones and aphrodisiacs. Turning the rampage into a heated one.     

Getting a scent for you

But that’s when he smelled that cloak of yours. The one you left with him after your travels and he kept in his wardrobe for when you needed it again. So when the scent drifted out from his ruined cabinet his head whipped around and found the thing. 

The smell of your hair and sweat, he licked it and it only drowned him deeper in feral desire. His cock was rock hard in his trousers as he bit into the fabric as he craved more and more. 

Soon he tossed away the cloak and followed his human nose to try and find you. It wasn’t hard, you had a room of your own in this place, and with it being this late you were passed out asleep. 

He threw open the door and found you passed out, with animalistic glee he grabbed you and yanked you up kissing you deeply. You wake instantly by the force and a tongue down your throat. 

Shoving him away or even biting down makes him reel back but the gleam in his eyes tells you that he’s not himself. And while he’s just as human as you, he’s much stronger with powerful magic under his belt. 

Not to mention the scent of him makes you want to rip his hair out as well. But you know better, so you run. You push him out of the way and dash out of the room and into your shared tower.  

Hunting you

Solomon had built many traps and tricks into the tower in case of emergencies, and no matter where you hide or what magic was put up he found his way to you. It was like he could smell your fear through the solid stones and magic barriers. 

His face was wearing a twisted promise of a death sentence, but the way he would grab you for just a moment and you could feel his dick pressing against you, you felt it was a much worse outcome.

But he was relentless, he wouldn’t stop and ended up using his own magic to seal the place up confining you to the tower with no way out. 

And just like a dramatic confrontation in a movie, you found yourself cornered with him creeping closer. He pushes you into the wall and yanks your pants down with your ass on full display. 

His thumb brushed against your hole and with a fizzle of his fingers, you could feel his fingers leaking and slowly shoving into you trying to spilt you open, pushing deep, and pulling you apart. 

Despite it all, it was starting to feel nice. His fingers always were dexterous and even in an enraged state still proved to be formidable and little moans wanted to come out. But that stopped when he pulled his messy fingers out and slapped them on our hips and pushed inside with one sharp thrust. 

He fucked you fast and hard, and every time you started falling and sliding down on the wall. His slimy hands hold you tight as he pounds you down all the way down to the floor and still kept going. 

There was so much cum, you couldn’t even think anymore. Just chasing orgasm after orgasm until he finally halted his hips and he let out a shaky sigh as he laid on top of you. He woke up from his rage and saw your worn-out body.          

Returning to normal

He quickly took you back to your bed and tended to you. Giving you water and keeping you warm and wrapped in the sheets. 

He felt awful, terrible, downright despicable. The way you just looked so vulnerable and tired. He moved the hair out of your face. He wanted to go to his office and write down notes of everything that happened. But you are more important and making sure that you were okay was the most important thing. 

Not only that, but he needed to apologize. That was the first thing he needed to do. 

[fickleminder]

falling (for you)

Five times you fell on Satan, and one time he returned the favor.

Obligatory 5+1 fic featuring Satan x GN!MC 💚

(1)

“Guh…!”

Despite what romance novels say, having someone cushion your fall is painful. Both for you and the unfortunate soul you landed on.

All eyes are on the groaning tangle of limbs in the middle of the student council room, and nobody misses the thinly veiled anger in Satan’s question:

“...Do you want to tell me why you just appeared out of thin air and landed on my head?”

“Because… gravity?” You squeak, wondering if you should start running for the hills. The throbbing in your skull tells you that you won’t get very far before Satan catches up, but thankfully his sudden grin indicates that he’s pleased with your answer.

“Is that your way of saying that you’re naturally drawn to me? Because you and I are somehow meant to be together? Well… in that case, I suppose you couldn’t help it.”

“Find that explanation appealing, do you, Satan?” Belphie drawls before the rest of the brothers start swarming you, excited to see their favorite human in the Devildom again.

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(2)

There’s hazing, and then there’s outright murder attempts.

The fact that Diavolo is spearheading a program to promote peace between the three realms implies the presence of discord. While having the protection of the Avatars of Sin has mostly deterred any unsavory actions against you, you’re not completely immune to shoulder checks and stray limbs tripping you up behind classroom walls.

But an unfamiliar hand on your back as you’re walking down the stairs? That’s new.

The slightest pressure is all it takes to send you pitching forwards, and the sudden feeling of weightlessness steals the breath from your lungs. You’re too far from the railings to grab at them and there’s no one around; all you can do is raise your arms to cover your face and brace—

“Watch it!”

You collide with something warm, and strong arms wind around your body as your abrupt descent is cushioned by a solid torso that slams onto the ground in your place. The impact leaves you winded, but seeing as Satan had taken the brunt of the fall, you know he’s got it ten times worse.

“Hey, are you alright?”

You could have sworn the stairway had been empty when you were making your way down, but you’re not complaining about Satan’s timely arrival. Too focused on catching your breath, you miss the way he narrows his eyes at the slimy tail disappearing around the corner one floor above.

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(3)

“I am the magician Solomon… Heed my words! Open the way forward, and create a path where there was none! Show us the way to the reaper’s cave!”

If you survived Solomon’s portals once, you can do it again. You’re determined to land on your feet this time, but it feels like you’re being strewn in the middle of a tornado, unable to distinguish up from down or Mammon’s high-pitched shrieks from Levi’s terrified wails. 

Just as your lunch threatens to make a reappearance, the literal light at the end of the tunnel dawns on your group and you find yourself dumped towards your destination head first. Learning from your previous experience, you twist your body in mid-air, trying to angle your feet towards the ground—

“Oof!”

—and end up driving your knee into the pit of Satan’s stomach instead.

“You...!”

“I’m sorry I’m sorry—!”

“Are you trying to kill me before I even have the chance to meet the reaper?!” If he weren’t doubled over in pain, you’d probably be the one in a world of pain.

Your frantic apologies do little to mollify him, so you make sure to keep Lucifer between him and yourself for the rest of the trip.

(But when Satan gets cursed into a harmless-looking Little D, you don’t mind giving him a ride on your shoulder.)

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(4)

After a year of formal training under Solomon, you should have gotten the hang of this by now. You’d even practiced thinking with portals and everything, so what gives?!

“I can’t believe you didn’t catch me.”

“Catch you? How exactly was I supposed to do that? It’s not like you gave me any warning that you were about to come tumbling down on me.”

Coughing slightly from all the dust, you carefully gather the books that had fallen from the shelves with you. Crashing into Satan in the middle of the RAD library was not how you had envisioned making your grand entrance back into the Devildom, but at least you didn’t lose a limb along the way.

You let out a startled yelp as you’re abruptly hauled upwards, and wheeze as Satan crushes you in a firm hug, scattered books be damned. “Missed you,” he whispers into your ear, squeezing impossibly tighter. 

“Missed you too, cat boy. Aren’t you glad I fell on you now?”

“What do you mean?”

“Knowing you, if you’d known that was coming, you would’ve just moved out of the way.”

“...Shut up.”

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(5)

“A treasure chest?”

“Yeah, buried somewhere on campus apparently.” You recount Mammon’s texts with an exasperated sigh. “Honestly I don’t know where he gets all his sketchy intel from. I should ask Levi to beef up his spam filter or something.”

“But it’s so entertaining to watch him make a fool of himself.” Satan grins, and you slap his shoulder for being mean to his older brother. “Besides, so long as nobody gets hurt, I don’t see—”

And then the ground opens up beneath Satan’s feet.

You’d been holding onto his arm as he escorted you to your next class, so of course you got dragged down with him. The hole isn’t very deep or wide; your scream of surprise is quickly muffled as you slam face first into Satan’s chest, your neck craned at an uncomfortable angle while an arm is squished between your bodies. Something hard digs into your ribs when the two of you finally slow to a stop, and you can feel Satan’s warm breath on your hair as he groans softly.

“Where the fuck did this pitfall come from?!” The demon rages after regaining his bearings. “If this was caused by Mammon’s stupid treasure—”

“Ow, ow, stop moving!” You cry out, and Satan immediately stills. Nothing seems broken after a cursory check, but the two of you are definitely going to need some help getting out of here.

“I changed my mind,” Satan growls, his harsh tone belying the gentle way his hands roam across your body to soothe you. “He’s so dead.”

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(+1)

Everything hurts.

Your eyes flutter open blearily, trying to take stock of your surroundings. You find yourself on the ground in an unfamiliar room, the air musty and stale and a dripping pipe somewhere in the background, but what really jump-starts your heart with adrenaline is the wad of cloth stuffed into your mouth and the fact that your arms are shackled behind you.

“Are you awake, human?”

A slimy tail comes into view, dark blue and covered in thick mucus. You look up to see an unknown demon (wait, no, wasn’t he in one of your classes?) strutting towards you, his sharp teeth visible in a menacing grin.

“I finally have you alone. Let’s have some fun, shall we?”

Your legs flail uselessly as he grabs and lifts you by the neck. The choking pressure is unbearable, but fortunately he doesn’t seem very interested in strangling you and instead throws you back to the hard floor. You bounce once and land painfully on your arms, the gag stifling your scream.

“‘Come now, where’s all that bravado, hm?” The demon strikes the ground with his tail, laughing at the way you flinch and scoot away from him.

Without speech, you can’t invoke your pacts or use any spells. Non-verbal magic is still foreign to you, but there has to be some other way! Your bound hands feel around for something to use, and come into contact with your open satchel that had been carelessly tossed aside by your kidnapper. There’s nothing much in there except for your wallet, some water, a book—

Satan’s book, your eyes widen with realization. It can be used as a permit to summon him!

You grip it tightly while hiding it from view, trying to channel your thoughts and emotions (and fear and hope) into his pact. A wordless cry escapes your lips as something sharp cuts you above the brow, and the scent of iron fills your nose as one eye closes from the blood trickling across your face. Fuck, there had better not be any venom in that slime…

The demon continues to whip you with his tail, delighting in your suffering. “Without the Avatars, you’re just a useless human!” He snarls. “Stupid! Worthless—”

You see the next strike coming towards your head and squeeze your remaining eye shut, bracing yourself for the pain, but instead of a sharp slice across your skin, a large mass lands on you with a heavy whump.

Instantly your senses are flooded with calm, as though you’re in the eye of a storm. You feel warm; there’s a comforting weight on top of you and the cold metal biting into your wrists vanishes along with the drool-soaked cloth in your mouth. 

“Satan,” you gasp in absolute relief, drinking in the sight of his handsome face smiling down at you, basking in the scent of ink and old parchment that often clings to his clothes. Unbridled fury churns in his eyes as he shields your body protectively with his own and cradles your cheek with a gentle hand.

“Close your eyes, love. Cover your ears.”

You do as you’re told, and for the first time since this ordeal began, you let yourself relax.

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(Bonus!)

Satan waits outside the café, idly tapping away on his phone. At the chime of a preset alarm, he pockets the device, makes his way towards the entrance, and waits.

3… 2… 1…

“—shitshitshitAAHHHH!”

He reaches out just as a portal opens up above him, dropping you neatly in his hold. “Excellent timing,” he says, smirking at the way you blush and squirm in his arms.

“Wha… What?! How did you—?”

“I didn’t move out of the way, did I? Now quit complaining and let’s get going on our date already.”

[pensiveday]

Subject: The Instrumentalist’s Ghosts Art: blueirisvibes @blueirisvibes Writing: Chir @dreamcatcher-ranger

[ID: A page of illustrations of ghostly figures titled, “Instruments (Ghosts).”  Most of the ghosts are vague gray shapes with just the suggestion of form, all with red thread trailing from them.  A few are more solid humanlike figures drawn in harsh shades like charcoal figure drawing.  One of these appears to have pegs stuck in the sides of their head like on a violin.  Various instruments are scattered across the page, including a trumpet, flute, violin, and piano.  At the center of the page is a key with a crowned skull on the handle.  

The following pages are written in blocky, all-caps text, with red notes added in different handwriting.  It reads:

Instruments (Ghosts).  Dangerous:  Yes - if controlled by the Instrumentalist.  (A note in red adds, “Otherwise they’re just people.”

Sentient:  Full sentience--can be reasoned with.  Playing their instrument can puppeteer them, though.

Encounter location:  According to Diggory Graves, piano-connected ghost Percy Reed has been found in the abandoned Alder House.  All the other ghosts instead can be found in the possession of the Instrumentalist Solomon Reed, who owns their instruments.  Where the instrument is, the ghost is there too. (A note in red adds, “That slimy old bastard kept them prisoners by storing their instruments in his basement.  The ghosts are connected through strings that can be cut only by destroying the instrument; once they’re all broken, the ghost is gone.

The Instrumentalist travels and fights using the ghosts.  Since the instrument is required to be played in order to do so, the Instrumentalist attire is similar to a one-man-band.  (A note in red adds, “Like one of those ridiculous toys.”  A large drawing of a fermata symbol is drawn in red at the bottom of the page.)

Description: The ghosts look like they did when they were alive, except their appearance is modified as to how it was necessary to create the instrument.  (A note in red adds, “Examples:  Percy had his bones used, you can’t notice whether or not a person’s body contains bones.  Can’t say the same for poor Al, though.”)  Their bodies are translucent and luminous, but the colors are still discernible.  They wear red band-players’ outfits.  Can turn invisible.  (A note in red adds, “Can you also build rock instruments?  A guitar haunted by me would be sick...)

They’re created by building a classical instrument (Note in red: “nevermind.”) with their remains and then placing the instrument inside (Note in red:  “Solomon you fucking psycho!”) Solomon’s cabinet(?).  (Note in red:  “You can change a ghost’s look by putting them inside the cabinet, together with new clothes.  Diggory has also been able to cut Percy’s hair with silver scissors.  When Percy is injured he bleeds black, and black are his scars.”

Abilities:  Cannot interact with the external world on a normal basis, but since the moment that Solomon uses his ghosts to fight and travel, playing their instrument probably allows them to do so.  As said before, the precision of their shape can vary, and they can turn invisible.  (Note in red:  “Zelda told me that Al can get, and I quote her on this, ‘real scary.’  I don’t know what that means.”)  Can touch silver.

(Note in red:  I saw this happen only a couple times, so maybe only Percy is capable of doing so, but when there are strong, like, really strong emotions at play the ghost’s body starts glowing white and becomes solid.  But not just solid, also sharp.  Percy has been able to smite that monster before the Spring Solstice party this way.)

Advice:  You can hear the Instrumentalist’s orchestra music from a long distance.  If you do so, run.  Fast.  The ghosts in themselves aren’t an issue; Solomon Reed is.  Even if you could reason with them, if he plays their instrument the ghost will be puppeteered into doing whatever he wants them to do.  (Note in red: “Also, Percy’s glowing death hands were activated (question mark) when Diggory was in danger.  I wouldn’t risk threatening another of his loved ones.”)

Connections:  The instrumentalist.  (This is followed by a doodle of a skull and crossbones, and a note in red that adds, “Formerly.  now all the instruments have been destroyed, and the ghosts freed.  Only Al and Percy remain.  Al lives with Zelda Duckworth at the Scoutpost, while I wouldn’t say that Percy is affiliated to the Scoutpost as much as he is affiliated to Diggory.  I don’t want to be sappy, but I think he likes me and Olivier too.”) /end ID]

[sparkbeast20]

Monster within: Retreat to not-so Paradise (Belphegor X MC)

This is part of this year’s Halloween theme event: Monster Within with Demonic/monstrous forms (Here's the Headcanon of this AU).

Warning: Violence, Killing, and Bloody Ritual Summoning

You hate him, you even despise him. But after all what he did. You found yourself falling for him, his unfiller attitude, clever wit and slimy yet adorable way of getting his way which is obvious since his sin is sloth that you started to fall in love with Belphegor. You might not have fully forgiven him, he did his best to make it up to you and that you truly appreciate.

Which is why you stop yourself from confessing your feelings for the youngest brother of the seven avatars. Belphie might feel the same way, but don’t know if he means it or he’s just saving face in front of his brothers and that you doubt that his feelings were romantic and just feeling protective because of your lineage.

Sure he might say that he made a pact with you for you. But with his history of lying his ass off just to get what he wants, you didn’t take that at face value and just move on with the rest of the year. End when the year ends and you are told that its time to go back. Belphie walked up and reached out and grabbed your hand, held it into his. Before confessing his feelings for you. Which shocked everyone in the room, more so you.

You obvious was taken aback by his sudden confession and you just let it slip through your lips “I don’t believe you”

You watch as his eyes widen and take a step back. Before he can respond, Mammon cuts in and starts chatting and saying his goodbye, and is followed by the rest of the brothers. And as soon as that’s all done you turn to see Belphie hid his face behind his bangs before walking away and out of the room. You sigh and turn to the portal thinking that you can just call him once you're back to the human world.

However, once you’re back and settled back into your home with your family, the first thing you did was pull out your D.D.D and dial Belphie, but you soon realize that your D.D.D doesn’t work and all you can see is a black screen.

You actually tear up when the sudden realization that you have no communication back to Devildom. You let the phone slide out of your hand and on to your desk. You drag yourself back to your bed, flop your body onto the mattress and curl up in a fidal position while hugging a pillow tight. As you begin to cry and weil into your pillow knowing that you can’t ever call back to the others.

Three months have passed since you got back, you weren’t in a good state. Unable to call or text the brothers, the angels, the royals and Solomon brought such a depressive outlook of life. Which didn’t help that your living situation is shit.

You're living with your relatives who didn’t care that much and make passive aggressive comments of you living off them. You tried to do your part by paying for the electricity with what little you get for your job at the time. To avoid their comments.

One of your cousins asked why you disappeared for a year. You didn’t answer them, knowing that you might be seen as crazy if you told them the truth. However when they didn’t get an answer, they mumbled “I wish you stayed there instead of here!”

Those few words shuttered your heart into pieces. You clench your hands before unbraply standing up and rush back into your room where you can cry your pain away.

You wish that you can talk to someone, anyone! But your family wouldn’t even try to reach out and your coworkers and friends start to keep their distance since they don't know what has happened to you and don’t want to get involved. Scared that they might disappear as well.

You didn’t realize you were falling asleep. Maybe you were too mentally exhausted that you didn’t know. But you weren’t complaining though. It seems that sleeping is somewhat a safe haven for you. You dreamt of being in a field where you just sat with someone as they ran their fingers through your hair, asking how your day was.

You couldn’t quite tell who it was, but their voice sounded awfully familiar but you found comfort just hearing their voice, saying uplifting words and making some joke that got a chuckle out of you at times. Then they said, making everything clear “I missed you MC… Why haven’t you called? Did… do something wrong. If so, don’t drag Beel into that! He missed you too!” It was Belphie. You sat up straight and turned to see him with a frown on his face with his eyes filled with sadness.

“Belphie?” He nods and you let out a couple of sobs before leaping forward, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face into the crook of his neck as tears start falling from your eyes. “It's you! I missed you so much!!”

Belphie blink in confusion, a complete 180 from your last interaction with him. But he shook his insisal shock away before wrapping his arms around you. He breathes in your scent burying his nose on your neck. “What happened?”

“My D.D.D stopped working”

“What?” Belphie pulls back so he can see your face. “Your D.D.D stopped working?” You nodded, he looked down for a second and looked back at you “And it wasn’t because you didn’t want to talk to be because of the confession?”

You start tearing up even more when you remember his confession and how you reacted horribly “No! I thought that you were just lying like you did before” Belphie winced at your harsh words but ultimately understood. “I did feel the same way Belphie before the confession- '' Belphie's eyes widened as soon he heard those words. “But I was afraid that wouldn’t feel the same or that you’ll use that against me”

“I would never! I already made that mistake!! And I’m not planning on doing it again. If it means losing you completely and I don’t if I can live with that”

But before any of you say more. The whole darken before Belphie’s form starts to fade. “Belphie?!?”

“You’re waking up!! MC!!”

All of the sudden the whole world went dark and you snapped your eyes open with a gasp. You sit up and look around to find that you're in your room. You sigh in disappointment before sliding off your bed. You walk towards your mirror and notice the bags under your eyes. But a scream and someone yelling your name grab your attention.

You walk out of your room and head towards that screaming. When you enter the living room and see your relatives standing around the room all quickly turn and glare at you as soon as you enter the room. “You brought a spirit along with you! Admit it!!!”

“What?” You ask shocked “What are you talking about!!” you shouted as your patient was running thin with them.

“You! You brought evil into this house!!!”

“Evil?!? Look I know that you don’t like me being here! But that doesn’t give the right to make assumption-”

“You wear the mark of the devil on your body!”

Mark of the devil?!? You thought, then you realize what they're talking about! You pact marks with the brothers.

But before you know what’s happening, something hard and blunt hits you right at the back of your head knocking you out.

Then you saw Belphie with a feared expression on his face. He's hovering over you. “MC!?”

“Belphie?” He reaches out, places a hand behind your head but his eyes widen when he feels something wet. He pulled his hand back to see blood on his hand. 

“WHO.DID.THIS!” His voice all of a sudden drop turned into something much raspier.

“Belphie-” But you quickly pulled out of your unconscious state and immediately met with a sharp stab on your stomach.

You scream in pain, before a hand quickly covers your mouth.

“I’m going to get rid of this sin from our family!” The relative who was on top of you yells as they pull the knife out of you causing you to groan in pain. They pull the knife back and your blood on the knife drops down on them. As they were ready to stab you.

You scream at the top of your lungs but their hand over your mouth muffles it. But they stopped as their eyes widened and their body started to tremble before scrambling off of you. You quickly sit up and clench where they stab you as you crawl away. Your other relatives stopped you from escaping and two of them walked over to your relative who stabbed you “Hey! Are you alright!?!” your cousin asks, your relative panics. Before letting out a painful scream then they convulse violently. They jolted their upper torso up like they were being shocked. Then the sickly bones breaking can be heard then their chest cracks open splattering blood on both of your cousins they scream in fear as they fall on their asses and scrambling away from your relative. They let out their last breath as something pushes out from their chest. Then a black clawed hand burst out of their chest then grabbed the edge of the hold on their chest. Then another hand came out and did the same thing with the other side. The hands pry the hole open big enough for horns and a head to pop up. It lets out a distorted and horrifying growl as it climbs out of your relative blood and internal organs covering its head and horns. 

The rest of your relatives scream and start to run out of the room letting you go in the progress. As the Monster climbs out of your dead relative’s corpse. You knew the moment you saw the horns of the beast is someone you knew.

It's Belphie. In a form you haven’t seen him in.

But you try to call out but your strength is fleeting your body due to the bloodloss, you lay on your side as your vision fades and the last thing you saw was Belphie’s Blood covered monstrous face before passing out.

You don’t know how long you were out. But the sound of deep voices chatting with one another woke you up. You slowly open your eyes to see two hulking beasts standing right in front of you.

When you try to turn a sharp pain in your stomach hits, making you groan. Grabbing the attention of the beasts. “MC?” You snap your gaze up to see one of them crouch down next to you. Slowly reaching its hand to your face. “Don’t Move.” You stare right into its deep purple eyes, well eyes since one is covered by its bangs. 

“Belphie?” You ask even if your hurt is dry as if it was on fire.

“Yeah” He brought his bull head close to yours, feeling his breath on your cheeks. “Sorry… I had to use your relatives to get here. I wasn’t thinking straight when I was starting to change-” He stopped himself before shaking his head and brought his forehead to yours “I was seeing red and it didn’t help when my link with Beel caused me to feel his pain when they stabbed you on his pact mark.” You can hear a small sob at the end. “I went berserk and used that forbidden curse to get to you quick! Beel followed suit-”

“Beel?” You cut him off, pulling back to see over him to see the other beast standing behind him right upon seeing the orange hair and familiar horns you can tell that it's Beel. Even with the more insectoid form you can still see some semblance of the glutton demon.

“Let’s get you out of here. I know that Lucifer is going to lock me up in the attic again once we head back.”

“Head back?”

“Yeah, I… kinda killed all your relatives who were inside the house. And we kinda accidentally started a fire and-”

“Belphie.”

He was stiff when you cut him off “Ye-Yeah?”

“Take me back… Back home” You open your arms for him, he hums and reaches down picking you up in his huge arms you lean your head on to his furry chest and smile “So soft.” You heard him chuckle as he stood up.

“Glad you… Like it. You’ll have to get used to this form for a while. I’ll have to stay like this since it is a pain in the ass to shift back and forth.” He leans down and nuzzles his snout on your cheek. Before he starts walking away with Beel right behind him while in the background your house burns down. 

Soon news of the event was reported as a house fire and all people inside were reported to have died in the fire. The people who knew your family and relatives never even mention you at all. But some local kids mention some monsters carrying a body out of the house and away from the site. That day an urban legend was created in that small town

Note:

The summoning of Belphie was inspired by the scene in V/H/S 2 in the segment of "Save Haven" Where the devil or some goat creature used a person by crawling out of their stomach.

If there’s grammar or spelling error, please let me know and don’t be shy to leave a comment or reblogging with cute tags. I just love to see you guys thoughts on this :3

[leviathans-watching]

Not so much a request or anything, more of a ramble when thinking of Nightbringer, but it's canon that Asmodeus and Solomon entered a pact when Solomon found Asmo at a bar, drinking his sorrows over a bad breakup. What if that "breakup" was MC going back to thier main timeline after Nightbringer?

pact creation - solomon & asmo

includes: solomon & asmo

wc: .4k | rated t | m.list

warnings: possible minor spoilers for nightbringer, although most of the things mentioned are already known or my own interpretation of what will happen, unhealthy behavior & toxicity (on both sides <3), crying, drinking

a/n: LMAO this was so fun to write i love toxic solomon!! thank ypi for requesting and i hope you enjoy <33 my inbox is currently closed!

please reblog v,,v

“how could they just leave like that?” asmo sniffles, taking another sip of his drink. he’s past pleasantly buzzed now and well on his way to wasted. “i thought we had a connection! i thought we had something special!”

all of your time spent together, was it for nothing? would he truly never be able to see you again? couldn’t you tell how much you meant o him, how much he treasured you? and what was up with that empty promise at the end there–you’ll meet again?–yeah, right!

anyone good at comforting would maybe rub his back, encourage him to stop drinking, but luckily for him, solomon was a great comforter. “another drink over here,” he says to the bartender, then hands asmo a napkin so he can dab under his eyes.

“is my mascara running?” asmo asks pathetically. at least he looks pretty when he cries.

“yeah,” solomon responds. “and you look like shit.”

“ugh!” asmo dows the rest of his glass, slamming it down onto the bartop. “this was supposed to be waterproof! and mc was supposed to be mine forever. things just really aren’t working out for me lately.”

“maybe it’s because your personality sucks,” solomon offers, and asmo lets out another sob.

“i need more people like you in my life, solomon. people who will tell it like it is, who won’t ever leave me. promise you won’t ever leave me?”

solomon tilts his head. “why would i do that when there’s nothing in it for me? honestly, asmodeus, do try to be more entrepreneurial.”

asmo scowls at solomon. “fine! what is it you want then?”

solomon leans forward slyly. “if you make a pact with me i promise to stay by your side forever.”

“you slimy sorcerer,” amso mutters. he’s wasted but not so far gone that he doesn't notice that the deal is entirely unfavorable to him.

unfortunately (or fortunately for solomon), just because he can recognize that, doesn’t mean he’s going to make a good decision. “alright,” he says, shoving a handful of peanuts into his mouth. it’s a true testament to how mupset he is that he’s eating something so fatty! “i’ll make a pact with you. you just can never, ever leave me!”

“i promise.” solomon’s eyes blaze with satisfaction, and he leans forward to grab asmo’s hand. “i promise i’ll always be at your side.”

leviathans-watching's work - please do not copy, repost, or claim as your own

[rysko]

For the character fandom ask thingy, The Dark Knight trilogy, of course! (If you want to wait 'til we finish watching the third movie to answer, that's fine.)

Ohohohohoho i literally cannot wait until we finish (plus, we have like 40 minutes left, who will Nolan introduce?)

It's a limited set of characters, so some of them are a bit of a reach, but there it is. My Nolanverse brainrot for all to see <3

blorbo: (favorite character, character I think about the most)

This won't surprise you Red, it's Bruce. I love him, he's so silly and emo and such a manchild (also Christian Bale, thats it, Christian Bale)

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

Closest thing i can think of (and im slowly running out of characters as i make this) is Bane. I cannot take this man seriously, he sounds like Alfie with his hands cupped over his face, he'd kill me if i were in the Nolanverse.

He is shaped, shaped like a fridge that sounds like a Solomons on ketamine.

scrimblo bimblo : (underrated/underappreciated fave)

ALFRED, give this man a break, listen to him more. He has to deal with a 30yo edgy orphan furry. Only British "person" deserving of respect.

glup shitto: (obscure fave)

After lots of consideration...Sal Maroni. Listen, i'm a sucker for mobster characters in any type of media, and he was really entertaining and slimy (is that a good way to describe someone??) And...oddly hot? Nah, not oddly, just hot. sorry-

poor little meow meow: (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

I MEAN- (problematic fave fr, even in his emo trans teen phase in the Gotham show lol)

horse plinko: (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

Harvey, oh Harvey, you gay little man. I'd torture him by explaining that a coinflip isn't really 50/50. (and also by making out with Bru- *gets shot*)

eeby deeby: (character I would send to superhell)

James Gordon. His name is James, need i say more Red? Also i feel like he'd somehow come back despite the superhell to the joy of the audience.

[gwenene]

OC introduction: Mavis Fowler

Just bc I felt like it. Here’s my obey me OC, Mavis.

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Name: Meredith “Mavis” Fowler (she/her)

Birthday: September 28th

Age: 16

Race/species: Human

Likes: Mounting insects, tea, her familiars, her grandma, witchcraft, old black and white films, collecting animal bones, flowy skirts and dresses, crocheting, strange jewelry, antique stores, horror and mystery novels.

Dislikes: Coffee, Solomon, unsolicited advice/criticism, rowdy people, bright/flashing lights, foods with slimy textures, getting her glasses dirty, jeans, trust building exercises, sports, large crowds.

Facts/trivia:

Mavis was born with severe hearing loss in both her ears, though her left is a little better than her right.

Asmo helps Mavis re-dye her hair whenever the magenta color starts to fade.

Mavis is a descendant of Lilith, and sees the brothers as family. They treat her like a little sister, though she’s technically their niece.

Her familiars are a black kitten and a pink zebra tarantula. Their names are Salem and Hemlock.

She gets along best with Satan, Beel, and Lucifer.

Mavis has been expelled from four schools in the human realm.

Mavis’s favorite Devildom foods are the midnight biscuits and sautéed wild hare liver.

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I am unreasonably curious. I tend to act before I think like I would eat Solomon's food just to test it, then get food poisoning but still. I would 100% ask barbatos if he uses his tail as a third hand occasionally or touch his head wings (?) to see if they are as fragile if they look.

I would poke diavolos cheek just cause it looked soft (it's a 50-50 chance of poking it into his teeth or having angel soft cheeks (pun intended). I would touch his wings to see if the gold is real (it is but it looks like it's embedded into his horns and wings so I think there might be a texture difference) and to see if it feels anything like mammon's wings.

-bows for barb

I would also eat Solomon's food, but mostly because I wouldn't be able to handle his sad face. I would sacrifice my well being just to make him happy lol. But depending on what it looked like, I could understand why you might do it just to see what happens. It doesn't always make you sick! Sometimes it sends you to the Celestial Realm in a dream or the past or whatever the heck it was that happened in season 3! It'd be fun, like you never know what might happen!

If Barb doesn't use his tail as a third hand sometimes, I would be soooo surprised. I mean I dunno it's supposed to be slimy so maybe he doesn't just because he doesn't want to leave behind tail residue? I dunno, I like to headcanon that he can control how slimy it gets, so if he needs to use it to hold something he can just like make it dry if he wants to lol.

I would absolutely loooove to touch Barbatos's horns. They do look really fragile, but are they? Wouldn't it be interesting if they were just as hard and stiff as any other demon horns? Like if he could straight up gouge somebody with them if he wanted to? I do like the idea of them being flexible, too, though.

I think Diavolo would be far more tolerant of such things. Like I see that guy letting you poke him in the cheek as many times as you like. He'll probably just laugh about it.

Might be a little more serious about wing touching, I don't know how intimate of a thing that is for demons. I personally like to think of it as something they only let people they trust do. Ahh now I'm just imaging sweet Dia getting all blushy, but happy to let you touch his wings and horns. He thinks your curiosity is cute and he probably secretly loves to feel you touching him~ I dunno, I like to think demon parts are extra sensitive in such situations, too.

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My Anaconda Do

Well folks I told y'all I'd be writing for Levi later so here we go

Warnings: soft vore, Levi has an eight inch snake tongue and knows how to use it, g/t, Levi just being Levi

Levi had had enough. After hearing about what happened with Beel and then watching Mammon steal you away, his jealousy was starting to get out of hand. In fact, it was during your weekend late night gaming session that the matter first came up. You noticed that he was glancing at you far more than usual, especially for ranked matches. After a pretty pathetic five round losing streak, Levi looked as though he were about to smash his controller. Just before throwing the well-used button board Levi gently set it on the floor. You couldn't help but ask if there was anything you could do to help him feel better. Unlike previous lows where Levi simply hid himself in his blankets and tried to reflect all of your affection, he did have something in mind.

"C-c-can I... taste you? You let the others...." You paused for a moment. While you somewhat figured it was only a matter of time before all your demonic friends partners/lovers gulped you down Levi was rather low on your list of suspects. He even had the courage to ask you directly. "N-never mind! You probably don't want to be in my dehydrated otaku stomach anyways..." Your hand rested on Levi's shoulder reassuringly. "You can absolutely taste me, swallow me even. Solomon heard the news and gave me this choker to protect me." You put on the simplistic band with a single metal pendant of a symbol you had never seen before. You looked dead at Levi and gave him a soft smile. "I'm sure it'll feel amazing too."

Levi sighs, no longer able to deny himself the possible pleasure. "Fine... b-but I will tell you my tongue is weird..." You cock your head. You had known Levi's tongue was forked, but you hadn't seen him in his demon form enough to know anything more. Levi's overcoat began darkening and shrinking away into a simple hoodie, colors bleeding into his pants in a diamond pattern. His tail whipped out behind him not a moment later and his horns sprouted outward like vines. His whole body seemed to shimmer a bit like scales catching the light from the screen still on. Lo and behold, Levi's tongue was more than simply forked. It was long, a clean eight inches of thin yet muscular flesh. He flicked it out like a ribbon to demonstrate and also ease your nerves. His face was bright red and his tail would not stop moving.

You approached him carefully but the distance between you two shifted from just next to eachother to around 10 paces away. You were now only a few inches tall, shorter than the tongue. Levi's face stayed red as he shyly licked your arm. Unlike the rest of his non-gamer movements he had incredible control over the entire length of the appendage and accuracy too. One of the two tips caressed the side of your face. "A-are you ready?" You could hear both the apprehension and hint of anticipation in Levi's voice. You nodded and soon you were wrapped and trapped in the surprisingly dry tongue. It felt smooth, like it should be slimy, but it wasn't. The tip was prompt to sneak its way under your shirt and graze over your stomach. After a moment a tip wound up circling inside your navel, making you giggle. Levi jolted at the soft sound and pulled you closer. Your entire body could easily fit in his mouth and down his throat.

Finally, after what felt like forever yet still not enough, Levi had finished playing with you. (I'll let you fill in what the anaconda can do) You could feel that it was time to get down to business. Levi allowed his tongue to pull you closer and closer to his mouth, but stopped and gave a questioning look before pulling you in all the way. There was nothing you could do at the time, so you simply nodded. He was quick to pull you the rest of the way in past his fangs and release you. It was already dark before you were free to move again but that only lasted for about a moment. The tongue you sat on then rippled and sent you down, down, down into Levi. He was so fast with how tiny you were that you didn't even notice him trace you down. His stomach, thanks to your smaller size, felt far larger.

Similarly to Mammon, Levi did catch his breath a bit and let you grow inside him a little, but you were nowhere near full size. Just the tiniest bit of tension formed on the walls of his stomach and it was almost painfully slow to get to that size. "Y-you ok?" Levi asked, hunched over so you could hear easier. You covered your ears. "I'm fine!" you screamed. Your somewhat small voicebox had to carry through his more reptilian innards and a layer of scaly tissue. "Don't talk so loud, I'm right here!" Levi seemed startled to hear that and you could feel his whole body heat up from blushing. The reality of the situation hit him. You, the one who accepted him for being as weird as he was, were inside of him. His tail curled around the front of his stomach and lightly pressed into you. It wove almost in waves over the slightly taut skin outside to try and settle him. While both Beel's and Mammon's innards sound rather human-like (even though Beel's is a bit more like starvation more often than not), Levi's sounds shockingly similar to the ocean. His bile sort of waves with every movement. The sensation can be, if not looked at as stomach acid, comparable to having waves wash up at your ankles. It was an odd sort of relaxation but functioning as the means of Levi's own relaxation you simply let the feeling in. You could hear Levi sigh contentedly above you and reached out to caress him back. You could feel the shock of the sensation run through him, but based on the fact that his tail poked right where you sat, he wanted you to do it again. And you didn't stop. Hearing the purring up above was simply too divine.