#yandere asmodeus x reader

[theautisticwriter]

Love Letters: Yandere! Helluva Boss characters X G/N Reader

Characters- Blitzø, Moxxie, Millie, Loona, Stolas, Asmodeus, Fizzarolli

Show- Helluva Boss

Genre- romantic, yandere

Summary- Mini love letters from your not so secret stalkers admirers!

Warnings- swearing, pet names, yandere themes, mentions of planned kidnapping, stalking, delusional characters, unwanted attention

Word count- 1.5K

Extra notes- I have a Hazbin Hotel version of this uploaded as well!

key: f/l = first letter of your name, y/n = your name, n/n = your nickname

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By this point you know who it is y/n, I’m the only person COOL enough to send u romantic as fuck letters like the old people do

Sorry for eating the food u made last night, when i was raiding ur fridge it looked so fucking good (and it was, who knew u could cook :P). i left u a pony as a replacement, u can’t eat it but it’ll make u think of me ;) and that pony cost me a FUCK ton of money, collectors addition and shit. i know, bad fucking ass right??

the stupid shitty loud alarm u installed didn’t work when i came in, ud be much safer with me and loony. that’s the plan anyways babe, u have NO idea the fucking creeps that live down here, they’re all fucking animals and ur…not, a fucking asshole i guess.

i drew you smth (it’s the thing stuck on the back of the envelope with the glitter glu)

^glue

it’s me and u holding hands, like other couples do. we’re better than those corny fuckers tho, hence the crowns on our heads.

ignoring my texts, BLOCKING ME (still upset about this BY THE WAY) and then ignoring my very nice letters is kinda a dick move f/l, but it’s whatevs. everything is almost ready for ur move in. i cleaned up n everything :D

from the only bitch worth ur time,

blitzø

<3 (ignore that, moxxie threw a gun at me and my hand slipped, might fire him)

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Hiya sweet cheeks!!!

It’s Mills here, just checking in! Via letter! Ain’t that just the fanciest little thing? Mox said it’s the best way to show thought and care to someone, so here’s all my thoughts and care, just for you!

How’ve you been? Good I hope, I’ve been just peachy thanks for asking! My Ma and Pa are super excited to meet ya one day, they’ve even started planning the wedding! Now I told them to slow their horses down, and not the overwhelm ya, we’ll get to that don’t you worry darlin.

Im just so excited to write this letter for you! Ain’t it so romantic?? I’m practically squealing in delight at the thought of you opening this and swoonin’, that’s what you’re doing, right?

Now i’m writing this on my break, and my boss really needs me back in the game! I got employ of the month! Most amount of kills, with the best and bloodiest results baby!

Until next time sweetheart,

Your Mills! ♡

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Hi y/n,

It’s Moxxie here, I was a little nervous to send this letter to you, but I always try to follow my heart, and my heart was telling me to communicate with you in the most romantic way I know how due to our current circumstances of being so far away. It’s hard, for the both of us i’m sure, but we’ll be okay y/n.

As much as I don’t get along with my father, he has been helpful with my preparations for your arrival. It’s a big deal, moving in together. I’m sure your anxious, I am too, but in the best way possible. Love is pure, and can make somebody feel whole, it’s a wonderful feeling. I never want that to be taken away from me, and you are the source of all my love. That’s why we need to be together, being only half a demon isn’t good for the soul.

We can do lots of fun things together as well, like go to the opera, or to musicals, or I can show you my shooting skills. My boss says that I have a pretty good shot, which is the biggest compliment he’s ever given me. And we can do things you like too, marriage is equal of course. Obviously, this will all happen later done the line, you’ll need time to adjust, and I understand that. I understand you.

I’m running out of room on my page, but I will write to you again tomorrow. Please respond? Just once, y/n? It’d be nice, to hold something from you since I can’t hold you yet.

All my love,

Your Moxxie <3

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Uh, hi?

Wait, you don’t put ‘uh’ in letters do you? Or put wait whilst you think, fuck shit fuck

Sorry, I’m new to this. Normally I just send a text to people but, your phone is off at the moment I think? Or you lost it? Or you blocked me?

Either way, I’ll send you these stupid letter things until it’s back on. So, uh, what are you up to? Blitz has been up my ass about meeting you, heads up, when I come get you and bring you to our room he’s gonna go all psycho dad mode and integrate you, but he’ll back off after a while. He’s a dick sure, but he does want me to be happy. And your, likeable or whatever, so i’m sure you’ll get along.

Once you get comfortable at home with me, Blitz said you could work with me at I.M.P. You’ll be like the co-secretary or something. You won’t be put in danger, I won’t let that happen, you’ll just get to sit with me. We can watch things together, if you wanted.

I guess i’ll see you soon, how do you end these?

See you,

Love from,

Regards?

Bye y/n,

Loona.

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My dearest y/n,

I hope this letter finds you well. I yearn for your presence here, besides me. It’s quite lonely without you, I will admit my dear. It would be oh so wonderful if you could write back. I understand you may be preoccupied with your current activities, but I can’t help myself from desiring a response. I know, it’s selfish of me to expect you to reply to my letters when you’ll be here with me shortly, but I can’t keep my thoughts at bay at the moment.

Your face is a constant in my mind, night and day, asleep and awake, your voice in my mind calms me when I need it most, your smile brightens the bleariest of moments and so on. You can imagine the difficulties I’m facing with no response from you, but that’s alright. If you can’t write back to me dear, I won’t pressure you. Your time is precious, and we will have all the time in hell quite soon. Isn’t that exciting?

I can give you the life you deserve n/n, any luxuries or mundanities you wish for will be handed to you on a silver platter. Or a golden one, if that’s more to your liking? We can properly discuss the specifics once we are together. How thrilling, the though of you and I together at last.

We truly are written in the stars!

Yours until the end of the sky and then some,

Stolas.

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Hey there baby,

It’s been a while, huh? I’m sorry if you feel neglected babe, it’s so hard keeping in contact with you when you’re so far away hun. Wouldn’t it be so much better if you were here with me? Sure I’ve got a lot of meetings, being a sin and all, but I’d be at your beck and call n/n, you could even be my new excuse to leave those awful “business” discussions. They barely talk business with me, it’s just complete bullshit babe.

I know the lust ring can be intimidating, we have quite the reputation, but I assure you, love is not a foreign concept to me. Romance is one of my most favourite things! Though that’s a secret, let’s keep that between us, yeah? That side of me is reserved for you n/n.

It’s so boring over here without you, I feel like i’m just lounging around and last time I checked, I was the lust sin, not the sloth sin. We’d have so much fun together babe! Can’t you picture it? Even if you can’t yet, I can wait. Having you near me will be enough, you are enough just as you are.

Sincerely yours,

Asmodeus (Ozzie) xoxo

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Heya cutie!

Letters are a lot harder to write than I thought they’d be y’know? I’ve rewritten this like 16 times already, sheesh. It just feels so awkward, I can’t see your reaction to my words which means I can’t fix any mistakes I’ve made :(. I’m sure I haven’t made any though! Right? This letters going really well so far and is definitely wooing you, right, y/n?

Hah, I’m asking questions as if you can reply right away. Silly old me, I don’t know what i’m worrying about! We’re meant to be together. I know it’s super sappy, but we’re like soulmates. Soulmates are bound to be together! That’s why I’m bringing you home soon, I can’t wait! I’ve got sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo many awesome tricks to show you!

And, the best news, I quit my job!! ༘⋆-ˋˏ ༘⋆-ˋˏ This means, we will have a LOT more time with each other, and you don’t have to worry about Mammon being possessive over me, because fuck him! I’m my own clown! Or, well, your clown.

I can’t wait to see you! This is going to be great for us, I pinky promise :P

Love from,

Fizzarolli !!!! ༘⋆!!,-!ˋˏ!!!

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[ironicallyyn]

Mc after death (in hell)

Mc: home sweet home baby!

Mc: *hi-fis levi* ya changed the wifi password or something?

[froggywritesstuff]

rest | yandere!asmodeus

ship/pairing: Yandere!Asmodeus x g/n!reader

fandom: Helluva Boss

request: anon: yandere asmodeus

warnings: yandere, kidnapped reader, too many pet names (reader gets called darling, sweetie, honey, and baby), forced close proximity, unwanted touching (not sexual), unhealthy relationship, not proofread

word count: 710

A/N: i'm so very tired rn.  i do not in any way support yandere behaviour, please know that this writing is purely fictional, and should not ever be reenacted in real life

You glare at the door in front of you, debating running away and back to the comfort of your own bed. No, comfort wasn’t the right word. Your mattress felt unusually hard tonight, and the sheets felt like sandpaper grinding against your skin. Your blankets were too hot and you felt suffocated underneath them, but that wasn’t nearly as bad as the uncomfortable sensation you got from sleeping without any covers. After an eternity of contemplation, you will yourself to lift your hand to the door, your knuckle knocking against the wood. Regret immediately hits you as the sound rings through your ears, but you stay still. It’s been too long since you got a good night's sleep and you weren’t gonna let an overgrown chicken stop you from getting that. You’re not letting your guard down, and you’re not letting yourself forget about the monster he really is. The love he claims to shower you with is nothing but poison he decorates with food dye and glitter. And you won’t fall for it, no matter what.

”What’s the matter darling?” he opens the door and you reluctantly crane your neck upwards to meet his eyes.

”I can’t sleep.” you say simply, hands clinging onto your pyjama shirt.

You don’t miss the way his smile widens ever so slightly, before he asks, “Do you wanna sleep in my bed?” he pushes his door open further, allowing you to get a look at his bed. Your body has never felt as exhausted as it does when you see his bed. It’s just so big and fluffy, and the blankets are so soft, you feel like they’re calling to you, telling you to come sleep.

The thought of saying no and marching back to your own room crosses your mind more than once, but you genuinely don’t think you have the energy to do that right now. Nodding your head, you remind yourself of all the shit he’s put you through, you just really want a good sleep. You’re not falling in love with him like he’s so convinced you eventually will and you never will, you know that. 

“Is everything alright with your bed sweetie? Anything you need fixed?”

“I dunno I just couldn’t sleep.” you shrug, frustrated over how genuine his voice sounded.

He grabs your shoulders, leading you to the bed, "Well not to worry darling, you're always welcome to sleep in my bed."

You know that. Not a day went by when he wasn't reassuring you that there wasn't any pressure to sleep with him, and that he trusted you to grow comfortable with him in your own time. Though apparently not enough to not kidnap you. You keep reminding yourself of that whenever you catch yourself thinking about how nice he treats you. Or whenever you find yourself wanting to believe him when he tells you how much he loves you. 

The bed as you suspected is comfortable as fuck. The soft sheets and blankets gently hug your body, and you can feel yourself sinking into the mattress. It's almost enough to make you forget about your captor lying next to you. Almost.

"You comfortable honey?" his voice rings through your ear, making you aware of just how close he is.

Shuffling over to further the distance between you, you sigh, ”I hope you know I’m only doing this for your bed, this has nothing to do with you.”

”I know.” he answers nonchalantly, making your chest tighten with frustration.

You sit up, staring at him with the coldest glare you can muster, ”I just want it absolutely clear that I’m exhausted yet I took like, ten minutes standing in front of your door, contemplating sleeping in the same bed as you.”

”You’re adorable baby.” he says tiredly, laughing softly as if this were just some joke. His hand gently but firmly pushes you back down to the bed, done with the ease of moving a pillow. You go to make yourself more comfortable on the bed, but feel Ozzie's hand pull you against his much larger body.

Before you can even begin to struggle, you're trapped between him and his arm, as his mumbled voice softly speaks to you, "Get some rest darling. I love you."

[swagyalastorwife]

Yandere!Adam,Mammon and Asmodeus x cheater!reader💙💚💛

A/N:hiiiiiiii guyssss (^-^)/❤️I wrote this fanfiction because it was requested of me, however for Mammon I already wrote a similar fanfiction so I put the link { i found all the picture on pinterest } and sorry for the spelling mistakes ⚠️

⚠️warning ⚠️:violence, blood, corpse, kidnapping and sex

Mammon 💰

Yandere!Mammon punishing the reader

Adam💛

♡ My god, if one day he finds out you were cheating on him omg

♡ You'd been with Adam for several months now, he made your life hell. You couldn't talk to anyone if he wasn't with you. He spent his time watching you. You didn't love him, but he loved you, and he always said he had enough love for both of you.

♡ So one evening, you and Adam went to a meeting organized by Sera, and that's where you saw Michael.

♡ You fell in love with him in less than 4 seconds, and it didn't take long for Micheal to notice you, and that's how it all started.

♡ A few months later, you and Michael met up in secret when Adam was at work, and you told him everything about how Adam was forcing you to stay with him.

"What a monster, you can't stay with him."

"I know, but I have no choice... I can't run away."

"If we.."

"we?"

"Yes, I... I know it might drive you crazy, but I'd do anything to spend my life with you, so why don't we just go together?"

"Micheal, were ?"

"We could go to my brother's!"

"Which one?"

"Lucifer..."

"What, you want to go to hell?"

"We'll be happy there, we'll be together."

"Michael...I"

"Listen, I have to go, but think about it. If you want to come with me, come tonight at 11 p.m. in front of the gate. If you don't come, then I'll stay here waiting for you."

"Honey..."

♡ He placed a light kiss on your forehead and left. The hours passed and Adam came home.

"Hey, baby, I'm home."

"Oh, hello, Adam."

"Come on, you're not even giving a kiss to greet the man of your life."

♡ You didn't even bother to answer him and simply left to prepare dinner.

♡ You hadn't talked about the evening.

♡ You were thinking about what Michael told you and you had made your decision to leave with him.

♡ So that evening, when Adam fell asleep, you didn't waste any time and left the house, but as you were about to walk through the door, you..

♡ You felt hands grab your hips and violently pulled you into the house.

"Where do you think you're going, you big whore? Do you really think you can run away with that asshole Michael"

"No, Adam, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

"Shut your mouth, bitch."

♡ He hit you, his blow knocking you to the ground.

"I'm going to teach you how to be unfaithful to me."

♡ He spent his night hitting you and throwing you against the walls of the house.

♡ After 4 hours, he stopped and put you on the bed.

"You see, baby, I'm so nice to you that I'm going to let you have the honor of sleeping with me. ~~ And maybe we'll do more if you're good, but in the meantime, I don't want you to see that angel again, that's understood."

"Yes, Adam."

"That's good ~ now come here, it's time to sleep, my love."

Asmodeus 💙

♡ Cheating on the sin of luxury really isn't the best idea you've had.

♡ You and Asmodeus weren't officially together.

♡ You worked for him, and from time to time, he likes to give you gifts and have sex with you.

♡ Even though your relationship wasn't official, you still had rules to follow because in Asmodeus's eyes, your relationship was real.

♡ So the day he saw you flirting with one of his clients was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

♡You work as an accountant at Asmodeus's company, and one day during one of your business meetings, one of your clients approached you and started flirting with you.

♡ This annoyed Asmodeus, but he knew you were going to put this demon who dared to flirt with you in his place...

♡ Well, to his great surprise, you flirted with him back, and your boss didn't like your behavior, he even hated it.

♡ But he didn't act in front of everyone. He waited until the end of the meeting to go see you, but you left before everyone else, so he sent you a message saying:

《Y/n, honey, join me in my room. I need to talk to you.》

《Very well, I'm coming, sir.》

♡ When you arrived in his room, he welcomed you and insisted that you sit down.

"I saw that one of our clients liked you."

"Yes, I think so too, but I wasn't interested in him"

"You're lying, my dear. I saw you. I spent the entire meeting watching and listening to you, and that made me very angry, you know, you're mine and mine alone. No one has the right to steal you from me, so I had an idea."

♡ You were scared, yes, you were very scared. You couldn't even speak anymore, you were terrified."

♡ Asmodeus then called his two assistants, who brought a silver platter on top of which stood Find a bell that hides the contents.

"Come on, my love, open it."

♡ You lifted the bell for see the corpse of the customer you had flirted with 45 minutes ago.

♡ You were traumatized, scared, you couldn't even move.

♡ Then Asmodeus ordered his assistants to leave with the corpse and said

"This is what happens, my love, when you don't respect the love I have for you. I hope this will serve as a lesson to you now go back to your work "

I Hope you like iiit💙💛💚

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Could you do the OM bros seeing a friendly, opmistic, kind , funny Mc who's actually a cunning and a manipulative seducer/seductress. Always keeping a poker face in order to get what they want which is power and gets away with it but the brothers realize it too late( I know Lucy, Satan and Belphie are smart enough but It is possible for them to get "tricked" by Mc since they love them.)

Two-Faced Reader | Yandere Obey Me!

Power is what you’re after and you’re used to doing whatever you feel like to get it. Including acting like the innocent lamb that gets all of them wrapped around your fingers. Now whether you intended for their infatuation with you or not it's bound to further your agenda or more likely their own:

Leviathan 

“Whooooa talk about mad twists!”

Thinks it's hot when you switch from the sweet ingenue to domineering master 

Kind of likes the way switch 

And the curiousness if its some condition and you only do it with him

Oh how he hopes

At your command, he summons Lotan on the daily 

Sometimes completing sidequests without you telling him

Like offing those conspiratory NPCs

Satan

“I see what game your playing and I’m intrigued.”

He knows your games

And man does he love playing them

Your ambition rivals his own and he can’t help but want to encourage you

He’s not going to say he’s whipped but he’s certainly willing to cause all kinds of mayhem in your name

A shame that he’s not roped in by your fake personality

Asmodeus

“Oya~my baby wants them gone? Promise to give me kisses?”

He falls head first for you’re precious persona

So innocent, so cute

It makes pining for you all the more fun

And killing for you even more satisfying

He’s someone who’s not going to flip when you’re personality shines through

Your still his sexy lamb 

And he so badly wants to keep you

Even if it means using his beauty to deceive those who get in your way

And the ones he just doesn’t like

Beelzebub

“Don’t accuse them of such things, they hardly know how devildom works.”

Falls hook line and sinker for your persona 

No doubt easily deceived by your little acts

And in your defense, he’ll eat just about anyone 

Even when it’s revealed, the truth of your true colors he can’t help but still believe

That you’d been deceived 

That underneath the cunning persona is still the poor human that needs protection

And is number one in your crew for most likely to usurp 

You don’t know what you’re doing so maybe he and Belphie should bother with the bad guys out there

Belphegor

“...Right. But they still want that one out of the way and we promised to do that right?”

Sees right through you 

And originally isn’t all that fond of Beel’s perception of you

He thinks you tricked his sweet brother 

But in a way, he finds that he agrees

You're a stupid, in over your head human

And who better to intervene in your shenanigans than the two of them 

Plus he enjoys your bloodthirsty behavior

Though it's nothing compared to his murderous drive you’re still cute

If anyone is more likely to initiate the usurpation its him

Lucifer

“You think you’re so slick, I can’t help but be enamored.”

He doesn’t immediately see it

Playing into your hands for a short while 

Before catching on and switching from compliance and not

He thinks both sides of you are cute

But you're just so naive to think enabling their murderous tendencies will end with only who you’ve designated a threat

He and his brothers can easily see more than you 

So trust in that

[lovetei]

You love them so much, so you need them to be by your side forever even if it means getting yourself...

WARNINGS: Dark themes, really dark themes, proceed with caution, includes baby trapping, expect the worse, swapping out birth control, female reader, non consensual pregnancy, stalking, falsification of legal claims, non consensual taking of fertility pills, implied kidnapping, yandere themes

PARTS: Demon brothers, Side Characters

LINKS: Masterlist

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You were in love and sorry. You couldn't think of any other way other than this.

Baby trapping.

"I'm pregnant." You declared without hesitation, you don't care if they will get mad. They're yours now.

Until—

LUCIFER let out a deep laugh, mocking. He stood up from his desk and walked over to you. "You must think this is your win, huh?" He softly caressed your face. "You didn't even know, didn't even realize that I've been filling your birth control with sugar pills, honey."

MAMMON looked at you with a wide grin plastered on his face. "Isn't it funny?" He asked you with kind eyes. You titled your head out of confusion, "I said I was using protection, you said you were on birth control. Isn't it romantic?"

LEVIATHAN said "Wonderful." He even smiled softly as he turned around his chair to face you. "I was starting to worry the hidden cameras and fertility tracking wouldn't be enough. You're finally catching up." he sounded amused.

SATAN placed down his book with a chuckle. "I was about to steal your toothbrush to fake a paternity claim if you ever left me." He smiled at you, that gentleman smile. "This saved us so much time."

ASMODEUS gave a hearty giggle. "Honey, please! You think I didn't put in extra hormones?" He walked over to you, placing a hand on your stomach "Me? The avatar of lust?" He chuckled.

BEELZEBUB stood up, expressionless. "Didn't you notice the food I've been feeding you?" You thought it was just a coincident that the menu are always helping with your plan. "You were eating fertility pills out of my hand like communion." He scoffed.

BELPHEGOR move din his sleep to face you with a lazy smirk. "Good." He dragged out as he pulled you down with him. "Then I guess there's no use for the cage anymore—you're staying willingly now."

[inlovewithl3vi]

I can imagine a Yandere Asmo kidnapping you and taking you away to a place where only he knows, then helping his brothers search for you.

I mean Asmo is great at manipulating people, it wouldn’t be too hard to keep the others from suspecting him…

I mean really the only hope you have to get away is if Barbatos finds out, but Barbatos has already taken a liking to Asmo… and you’re almost positive he wouldn’t help you or tell anyone. Besides, even though Barbatos is immune to Asmos magic charm Asmo can still talk him out of doing anything.

And it’s not *that* bad being kidnapped… your room is nice and comfortable, the bed has silk sheets on it too. It always smells like his perfume and you have quite a few sources of entertainment for when he’s away. There’s also the added bonus that you only have to sit there and look pretty… no need to worry about school or work anymore, just let Asmo take care of you!

Just make sure not to mention anything about leaving… actually just make sure not to upset him at all. Surely you want to keep living like this? You don’t wanna end up in some dirty basement now do you?

All you have to do is sit nicely and let him fuss over you, make sure to tell him you love him once in a while too.

This life isn’t that bad… just don’t think too hard about it… okay?

[r0-boat]

Yessssss I lOvE your headcanons about the 2 unreleased kings 😋 must be because I love dark headcanons.... (and that in Abbadon is something couldn't miss out 😈)

But can you do some moreeee? 🥺 Like about the headcanons about interactions between kings perhaps (seven kings---!!!!) Or maybe between kings and MC pls 😚 I kinda crave for some dark contents right now (cus when I first play WHB, I already expect this 👀)

Only if you're fine with this request, and jusst ignore it if you don't okie 😘

Oh my God interactions with the Kings hshshs

I mostly just have really stupid headcanons about those guys interacting but I got some dark ones

Dark!whb King headcanons

speculation for asmodeus and belphegor(I'm writing these two before they come out)

Cw: yandere, murder, drugging/drugs, death, cannibalism, sexual slavery mentions of being sold off, most of this shit is just talking about a black market shcsdgj. This shit is dark dead dove do not eat

Disclaimer: I do not condone anything I write This is purely for fantasy written by adults for adults only!

Belphegor and asmodeus has been fully released here's the update

Links to little asks about people's questions

Question one about Satan's desires

Question two on Mammon

Satan

I don't think we talk about Satan's depression as much as we should have. What I feel like you would think himself as a wrathful monster unable to control his wrath, sometimes he would have depressive episodes where his personality is a completely 180. He's just as angry at himself as he is at everyone else.

The first time you've witnessed this depressive episode is when he accidentally struck you and made you bleed. His whole body starts shaking as he began to break down He tore apart his room and started crying and took weeks for him to calm down.

The reason why his subordinates are okay with him taking out his anger and physically hurting them is because if he doesn't have an outlet he'll take out it on himself.

Satan is dependent on you for his emotional needs. He loves you, and he needs you; please do not leave him.

Satan is definitely holding back a lot of his dark thoughts because he doesn't want to hurt you, and he doesn't know how much longer he can hold back these darker desires. Normally he tells you everything, but he doesn't want to scare you. He wants you to like him.

Leviathan

Leviathan is a budding yandere, He already stalks you. Trying to keep his obsessive thoughts underneath a layer of hatred. That hatred mixing into more obsession. Of course he wants you to love him, but he also wants to be hated by you just as much as he is loved because it gets him on your mind. And that's really all he wants. It doesn't matter if he makes you hate him. As long as you're thinking about him he is okay with that.

Because of his abuse as a child from angels I would not doubt he wouldn't know how to normally show affection.

He has killed another devil for you. And he will gladly do it again. He sends the heads of lower rank devils that you dare show a smile too under the name "You're admirer" isn't he so romantic.

Leviathan only tolerates the kings being around you because chilling one of them or they're subordinates would start a war. So to have you he must use sneakier tactics.

Beelzebub

He has a fantasy where he roofies you at a bar and takes you home with him. Whenever you go to the bathroom thinking that Your drink is safe with him, He stares blankly into the glass, thoughts swirling with mental images of your nice loopy giggly self being laid on his bed.

Angels taste like chicken, humans taste like beef, demons taste like pork. Humans so far is his favorite. Humanoid meat especially humans are delicacy and highly illegal in the Tartaros black market. A delicacy He has been recently craving.

If he ever dies he wants his last meal to be you after he fucks you of course.

Levi gives the bodies of the devils he has killed too Beel to eat.

Beel definitely does drugs He's mostly immune now... He hates that Adderall doesn't affect him the same as the others.

Mammon

Tartaros is home to the rich and the very powerful. They hold grandiose special parties where the wealthy gather. Of course Mammon attends these parties. These demons see you as a pretty little exotic pet unknowing that Mammon is the pet and you are the master. And these same demons frequently talk about how they would buy you at any price, talking about your body as if you are a piece of meat and a prize to be bought and sold. Sadly you are not for sale.

As the demon of greed flaunting is his specialty And he has definitely thought about telling you up and all his gold and jewels to bring you to one of these parties to show you off. As a message saying 'This is something you cannot have.

Mammon knows of the Tartaros Black market and he turns a blind eye, but he will gladly do something if you tell him to. Or if belphie gets off his ass and strong arms him.

Giving him a little more because getting asked for it: Mammon doesn't do shit about the black market because He owns part of it and he practically created it. This man runs his kingdom like a mafia and he is a mob boss. Shady dealings to other kingdoms smuggling goods anything for More money and greater goods.

Lucifer

Has purchased a human corpse from the same black market for scientific purposes he swears up and down.

He slowly corrupting himself He beats himself up over it but at the same time he kind of likes it.

"hey can I cut you open and look at your organs? No? Oh okay..."

Lucifer because of his past as an angel suddenly gets urges to kill you. They have gone down over time since his transformation as a devil but he really shouldn't be getting this hard over thoughts of putting his hands around your neck.

Makes aphrodisiacs as a paid commission for asmodeus. And asks you to test the drugs.

If you ever die he wants to keep your beautiful eyes.

Your blood is a beautiful drug like sweet wine. He's obsessed with the taste

Belphegor

Belphegor and his superpower of a kingdom are the only reason why the Kings actually give a damn about their laws. Nifleheim is a strong powerhouse and a great enemy to those who don't want to make one of them.

However, Belphegor isn't all justice and the law and order in fact far from that. He is the law whatever he wants he can bypass it and everyone will turn a blind eye. If you were ever sold by Mammon to the highest bidder Belphegor would be your buyer.

Grand spectacles of public executions are very popular thing in Nifleheim(Belphie Danganronpa fan)

The real horror is that belphie invest in cryptocurrency and has an NFT/j

Belphie is also completely dependent on you and he will make you stay any way necessary.

Belphie only hasn't cracked down on the others harder as he should is because he doesn't give a fuck what happens in other kingdoms if it is in his own.

Belphie thinks Asmodeus is a disgusting freak. Leviathan is an amateur to him. Satan and belphie would get along pretty well I think they would be FPS partners.

Asmodeus

All of hell's most heinous devils come here because the laws are so lax. You're wondering why this kingdom hasn't fall to complete anarchy... Apparently getting you addicted on sex and then withholding it as a punishment is surprisingly very effective.

Asmodeus would love to have you but hasn't invite you yet because... Well if your kingdom is filled with half trained rabid dogs and you throw a nice fine steak inside.... Yeahhh.

Asmodeus is actually a pretty nice dude, He's very calm, polite and chivalrous. Which makes you wonder how much of that is a mask. Something you'll never know.

Asmodeus has a harem I think that goes without saying. And he talks greatly about adding you to that harem and how you would be his favorite~

It's no secret that I think humans are a very sexualized being in hell. Asmodeus is one of the demons with a huge human kink. Humans in his eyes are still primal animals which is part of their biggest appeal to him.

Asmodeus thinks belphie has a stick up his ass and he needs to loosen the fuck up

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↬|Lucifer|

He’d spend a painfully long amount of time watching you from a distance. His intense, possessive desire to have you would torment him to no end- and he’d spend days, weeks, if not months, watching you from afar and desperately trying to repress his feelings for you. Until one day, he’d snap and lose all control. Not being able to hold himself back anymore and deciding to finally capture you and have you all to himself.

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↬|Mammon|

Mammon would likely have been pining after MC for a long time before snapping. He would have likely been watching and obsessing over them for months or even years before finally taking action. Mammon would have been building up his desire to possess them for a while, and would eventually have been unable to resist his intense feelings. This long period of pining would likely drive Mammon mad and cause his mental state to deteriorate further, until he reached a breaking point and finally abducted MC.

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↬|Leviathan|

Levi would likely pine after MC for quite some time before he eventually snaps. his initial shyness and fear of rejection would probably cause him to keep his feelings bottled up for a long time, until the combination of his jealousy and obsessiveness causes him to finally snap. this could happen when he sees MC with someone else, or when he feels like he's being ignored or rejected by them. once he snaps, his full yandere mode would activate, and he would go to extreme lengths to make MC his.

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↬|Satan|

Satan's obsession with MC would likely start from the moment he first sees them or interacts with them. He may immediately become fixated on them, and start fantasizing about having them all to himself. As time goes on, his obsession would likely become stronger and more intense, as he continues to think about MC constantly and obsess over the idea of possessing them. As for how long he would pine before snapping, it would depend on a variety of factors, such as how resistant MC is, how much access Satan has to them, and how stable his own mental state is.

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↬|Asmondeus|

Asmodeus would not necessarily have a set timeline for how long he would pine after MC before he snaps. However, given his possessive and obsessive nature, it's likely that he would lose his patience relatively quickly if MC shows any interest in someone else or rejects his advances. He might try to play it cool for a while, but if MC doesn't show any interest in him or gives any indication of wanting to be with someone else, he will likely start to become more intense and desperate in his pursuit.

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↬|Beelzebub|

Beelzebub may have been pining after MC for a long time before he acts on his feelings. The length of time before he “snaps” could vary greatly, depending on a number of factors, including his own psychological state and the specific circumstances of their relationship. In some cases, the pressure and intensity of his unrequited feelings may have been building for a significant period, potentially even years. On the other hand, a sudden trigger or event could also cause him to suddenly snap and act on his desires.

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↬|Belphegor|

Quite awhile, actually. He's patient. He's waited for hundreds of years for something, having to wait more means nothing to him. He'll secretly pine after you for a while, watching from the shadows. Then he'll start getting more possessive and protective of you, until it eventually reaches a point where he *snaps* and can't keep himself in check with you anymore. He'll get very clingy, very possessive, and very intense. He'll demand your attention and you belong to him and only him.

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↬|Diavolo|

Diavolo's pining after MC would likely be intense and obsessive from the moment he met them. However, the exact timeline of how long it takes for him to reach his breaking point is difficult to pinpoint, as it would depend on various factors such as MC's receptiveness to his advances, his own psychological state, and the circumstances of their interactions. In any case, given his intense and possessive tendencies, it wouldn't take long for him to become completely obsessed and consumed by his obsession for MC.

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↬|Barbatos|

Barbatos most likely has been pining after you for a long time before resorting to drastic measures like abduction. He may have been observing you from afar, studying your habits and behaviors, and waiting for the right time to act. It's likely that he's been slowly building up his obsession with you over time, and that the abduction was simply the final step in his plan to claim you as his own.

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↬|Simeon|

It's difficult to say exactly how long he would pine after mc before he snaps, as it depends on various factors such as his personality, the circumstances that lead to his obsession, and the intensity of his feelings for them. However, generally speaking, a yandere is likely to develop their obsession and fixation on their love interest relatively quickly, often within a few days or weeks. As their obsession deepens, they may become increasingly possessive, paranoid, and protective, eventually leading to them snapping and taking drastic action to keep them under their control.

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↬|Solomon|

The amount of time Solomon would pine after MC before "snapping" would depend on several factors, such as his level of obsession and his emotional stability. In general, the longer he pines, the more likely he is to become more desperate and more willing to resort to extreme measures to win MC's affection. Some yanderes may take months or even years to snap, while others might become unhinged after just a few weeks of pining. However, in the case of Solomon, given his background and personality, it is likely that he would not wait for too long before acting on his feelings.

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[yandere-sins]

Could you possibly do a HC between Asmo and a socially awkward darling? Like darling is terrible at conversation and reading people and goes to Asmo for friendship advice and pretty much becomes his best friends? But over time they become more and more dependent on him the more people reject them… and maybe behind the scenes Asmo was secretly ruining their reputation so darling would run to him for company. Maybe sprinkle in some NSFW elements in there. (Damn that’s actually pretty depressing 😅

My friend, you waited a long time for this request to be posted, but we have finally reached that point! Thank you for requesting ♥

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❥ Asmodeus certainly isn't your first choice to go to for advice, but after pondering it for a long while, watching him while he did what he does best—charming people—you finally decide to ask him. It still feels really awkward to ask him, but it helps that he seems so excited to hang out with you, making you feel special like he probably does most people. Once he has you settled in comfortably in his room, surrounded by pillows and a fun drink in your hand, you finally spill your woes, even though you keep remarking how stupid you feel and that you know it shouldn't be this hard.

❥ However, what you didn't expect was for Asmo to understand you. He doesn't laugh or join in with your self-deprecating behavior and even takes your hand into his as you gesture wildly, clearly anxious and upset. All he does is watch and nod, hum thoughtfully at your misery, making you feel even more vulnerable. It's all so effortless for him, every gesture he makes being welcome in your mind. But you are so glad that he's by your side when you start to cry, quickly taking you into his arms and rocking gently until the tears dry up. Asmo isn't angry at you for sullying his shirt or that you are having a meltdown. Instead, he encourages you and tells you everything will be alright. You'll always have him to count on.

❥ Thanking him, you two start to talk about recent events and mishaps. The mood grows serious but focused as he tells you how your behavior could have looked from another point of view. You never considered certain aspects of your behavior this way, your awkwardness transferring onto others and making it hard to bond with them. However, before you can fall into a depression, he is there to lift you right out of it again! Asmodeus never talks you down, reaffirming that you should always stay the way you are and that people who don't appreciate that aren't welcome in your life. But he also gives you tips on what conversation topics are always nice to bring up and what questions you could ask to deepen any small talk so you can grow closer to people. He really takes his time, and you two even make plans to go out together and just chat up some strangers, which seems nerve-wracking, but with Asmo by your side, what is there to fear?

❥ Sometimes his advice helps, other times not so much. You do everything he taught you, but even when you agree to meet with someone new, they excuse themselves and ghost you afterward. But you still have Asmodeus. His support never stops. Asmo stays up late with you despite his beauty routine to analyze what might have gone wrong and make sure you are loved regardless of other people's opinions. You two grow closer and closer over time, having sleepovers and hanging out almost every day. You still try to make friends, but the rejections pile up, and you get lonelier every day, thinking you can never make this work. At least you still have Asmodeus, surprising you with comfort food and hugging you all night long when you feel down! He's always there for you, no matter what, and you appreciate him so much for being a friend despite everything.

❥ You don't know how many times he walks up to those you talked to, telling them to stay away from you sweetly, promising them better company elsewhere. They are just not a good fit, they don't deserve to hang out or have a relationship with you. It's so easy for the Asmodeus to spread rumors around the Devildom, never nasty enough to hurt your reputation, just making others keep their distance. Everyone eats out of his hands anyway, and he gets to reap the fruits of his labor every night when you undoubtedly come to him for advice or to cry your pretty eyes out.

❥ He has you wrapped around his finger, too, and you'll never be wiser about why your new connections never seem to work out, no matter how hard you try. Asmo admires your tenacity and effort in trying to better yourself! You are so adorable, trying your best and even stepping out of your comfort zone just to do what he suggests. It makes him love you all the more! But you have to understand that it's just what he is as the avatar of lust, a charmer, a lover, someone who lusts professionally. All your attention has to go to him once he made up his mind about you. You are just unfortunate to be on the receiving end of a demon's obsession, but all he does is so he can satisfy his need for you.

❥ Soon enough, you are used to his touches. You don't move away when he puts his arm around your waist—not even in public—keeping you close to him at all times, and it drives him crazy. Others quickly realize they shouldn't mess with you since you clearly belong to Asmodeus, and he is not sharing. Asmo catches you changing clothes so many times that you simply don't mind it as much anymore. He's already seen you, so why hide? He'll even reciprocate, and tasting your arousal and desire emanating from your body once you get to see him gets him high like nothing else. Everything seems to come naturally with him, but he has been working on breaking down your defenses for so long that your first kiss with him feels like it occurred completely naturally when it was all planned.

❥ You, giving yourself to him, is a labor of love he had worked on for weeks. And once you had a taste, you wouldn't be able to get away again. Asmodeus is just as addicting as you are to him, and he knows it, gladly letting you ruin some of his beauty when his powers drive you crazy. Besides, it is finally time to unload all his desires onto you, too, and form you into what he wants and needs to satisfy him. You'll enjoy it, regardless of if you know that this was a plan all along. And Asmo? He gets to keep you all to himself, nobody getting in his way and stealing you from him once you are so willing to not lose your only friend under any circumstances.

[ironicallyyn]

Is it just me or this pic of asmo gives the delulu and obsessed yandere vibes?

Like if asmo was to be a yandere, he'd totally be a delulu and guilt-tripping one for sure 💀

[yanderes-galore]

Yandere fizzarolli and Ozzie sharing a overlord darling?

I had to tweak canon a bit I think so... Sorry if this isn't what you wanted but I think I got something good down :)

Yandere! Fizzarolli + Asmodeus with Overlord! Darling

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Implied polygamy (If seen as romantic), Possessive/Protective behavior, Stalking, Mature themes (Adult entertainment, mentions of "toys".), Violence, Murder, Blood, Manipulation, Dubious companionship/relationship.

My biggest issue for this request is the fact Overlords are locked to the Pride Ring... and these two reside in the Lust Ring.

But here's my solution...

You'd need to be an Overlord similar to Valentino... Well, let me be more specific...

You deal in Lust.

Or at least, something involving adult entertainment.

This is the only way an Overlord can be connected to these two, at least that’s how I see it.

This may be against canon, but what if Overlords could make deals with Sins.

After all, Overlords can't go to certain rings to get materials.

They'd have to rely on someone from that Ring, right?

Unless they find a way to make it themselves.

So what if your job as an Overlord frequently deals with the Lust Ring.

After all, it's Hell... Demons tend to crave such a thing other than violence.

Maybe your business tends to sell 'things' from the Lust Ring.

I can see your connection with them starting business related.

You offer to sell products Fizzarolli and Ozzie make in Pride, taking a cut of the profits in return for giving them more customers.

After all, knowing humanity, people will be interested.

At first you don't typically meet with the men themselves.

You meet with an imp associate, one who has you purchase supplies to sell to give the Lust Ring its cut.

However, what if one day you're asked to participate in a business meeting with them?

They of course offer to do it in a private room of your shop to discuss the business partnership you have.

This would be when you'd meet Fizz and Ozzie in person and not through some other form of communication.

At first it's intimidating to meet the Sin of Lust.

Especially when he's technically your boss and business associate.

However, Fizz tends to keep the meeting lighthearted due to being a performer.

Overall your first meeting is intimidating... yet not difficult.

It's a decent business, you serve as advertising and a storefront in a new Ring while they get to stay in theirs.

It cuts down on work and brings in more business.

Business is important in Hell, after all.

Your first encounters with these two are definitely just meetings and correspondence through messages.

You're completely content with this, many Sinners come to your shop for authentic Lust commodities compared to Vee knockoffs.

However, imagine if these two get more attached to their little business partner than they should?

Occasionally the two come to meet you more often, discussing new products.

Most of the time it would just be Ozzie because he wants to keep Fizz out of trouble.

Although occasionally Fizz insists on coming along to see you and get out.

After all, the two usually just teleport into your shop after telling you to close.

Fizz is safe with you because the other Sinners get locked out during meetings.

Yet you usually always see Fizz with Ozzie there.

While mostly business, the two tend to slowly introduce more casual conversation.

How's the shop going?

Are the customers treating you well?

Any problems?

Any way they can help?

To you it definitely just seems business oriented.

Yet... In secret the two are definitely curious and concerned about you in Pride Ring.

They are aware that the Sinners up there get a bit... violent when not given what they want.

So at first I imagine they offer to give you bodyguards.

You're dealing with some pretty good quality stuff... You'd need security, right?

They'll send you some people they can trust... Purely out of concern for you the goods.

You take it, appreciating the concern.

In reality, I can definitely see them making those bodyguards spies to tell them what goes on with you.

It's a strange fascination for the couple... The two Hellborn are so obsessive about a Sinner.

I can see their obsession as platonic or romantic.

When platonic, they become like concerned friends or mentors.

They want to look after you, especially with Ozzie's protective tendencies.

Romantic... Well, they are demons of Lust...

Having a third could make things interesting even though they see themselves as their primary partner....

Sharing could only strengthen that bond, right?

It's just so difficult since you belong to Pride.

Regardless... The two know they can make it work.

You're a Sinner with an affinity for Lust... So you're partially theirs, right?

While you're unaware, the two have your guards report to them.

They listen eagerly to what you've had to deal with at your store.

Including those who have caused you issues.

Due to what you work with, you tend to have Sinners flirt, steal, or attack you.

Your two bosses... aren't particularly fond of that.

Imagine having a problematic customer and your guards come in to remove them.

You never see them after that thankfully... But you have no idea your bosses also helped.

Your guards would drag the customer to a secluded area to meet with Ozzie and Fizz.

The two are quite serious about you...

So what that demon ends up going through ends in blood splattering across the ground.

Don't worry, Sinners respawn....

Hellborn... don't.

So there will be a message gotten across somehow.

In terms of how they interact with you....

Ozzie is definitely the more serious and protective one.

He can come across as smothering with his concern due to what he's gone through with Fizz.

When Ozzie hears you dealing with problematic customers or even with the Vees...

He isn't happy.

Fizz tends to be the more lighthearted one in nature.

He's silly with you, often hiding the darker tendencies of their partnership with you.

He calms Ozzie down and gets you to trust the two more and more.

Fizz helps to make you not question much about what's between all of you.

They definitely aren't stalking you, they're just concerned... not overprotective.

They just care about you!

Is it so hard to see them as friends more than business associates?

Or maybe even something more... intimate?

The two definitely work together to make you fall for their manipulation.

In their eyes, since you work for them, you belong to them.

Sure, as a Sinner you're locked to Pride... But you're quite a popular Overlord.

The two wish they could take you back to Lust to be fully under their jurisdiction.

That way you can frequently see them.

Unfortunately, Hell doesn't work in such a way.

You're meant to stay in Pride for the rest of your afterlife... or until you're redeemed.

Which the two aren't too keen on.

For now, they'll just be more frequent with visits and try to convince you to trust them.

You know they care by now, right?

It's not concerning that they know more about you than you thought you told them.

They'll keep giving you products, security, and check in often.

Maybe even personal gifts if they know your interests (They will eventually.)

They'll try to be low key with their yandere tendencies... It's not like they can kidnap.

But they can observe... and they can gain your trust...

Murder is also never a concern in Hell, everyone does... So those who are too close to you are never concerned.

Overall, to you as an Overlord, the two just seem like business partners and companions... To them...

You belong to them no matter where you are... While they may be limited in what they can do, it doesn't change the fact you're theirs... They have OTHER ways to convince you of that than kidnapping.

[razzle-n-dazzle]

I just read some of your works and god do you write good better than the actual show I would even say.

I really want to request a Yandere headcannon for mainly Ozzie and Fizzarolli they don’t get enough love as they do, but with a little twist

Whichever you choose I would love either one you pick cause im indecisive.

1: a powerful reader maybe even more stronger than Ozzie being lovers with the two

Or 2: a chubby but physically strong reader that could lift Ozzie with ease as example

If you do see this I hope you consider writing this, you have such a lovely writing style and I would love to see what you cook up

Also call me 🥟-anon if you will cause I hope to request and talk more

ᯓ★ Murder is Okay, Shutting Us Out Isn't. Yandere! Asmodeus & Fizzarolli / Overlord! Reader | Oneshot TW! - READ AT YOUR OWN RISK: romanticizing yandere(s), obsessive behavior, def not proof read (because we die like Adam in this household /j), Vox (/j), boner mention (no sexual content), self harm, yelling, possessive

ᯓ I actually loved both ideas you gave me, so I'm going to mash then both together into one! For that, I'm going to give you all a little crash course into the background for the Reader (you) in this story so things make a little more sense: The reader, though an Overlord, is both physically and magically stronger than Ozzie, though doesn't show it off often. Also, this happened due to their mix of blood; The reader is the child of an an old overlord and a Sin (I'm going for Wrath in this story) and had gained the physical strength from their overlord mother and the magical strength from their Sin father. With this they're able to be known as the Wrathful Overlord, or 'The child and will of Wrath', though Satan doesn't claim them to be his own and has no interest to. Also, no the Reader isn't stronger than other Sins, just Ozzie for this case. Since Ozzie is claimed to be the weakest (or one of the Weaker) Sin that we currently know of, the Reader is matched right around his level. Yet they, much like Alastor, cannot beat other Sins or even Adam, as even with their strengths, are set back by the rather large power difference. So with that out of the way, please enjoy!:

ᯓ You had been living with Ozzie and Fizz for a few months, silently having moved away from your district on the Eastern side of the Pride Ring after their proposal. While it was not uncommon for love to bloom in hell, even with the eternal suffering or the large amount of (usually) taboo topics being put on display down here, you were still not big on having your private life being posted for all of hell to see. Especially those in the Pride Ring, where you were sure Vox would take any chance to slander and drag your name in the mud for having a 'blasphemous' relationship. And really, you didn't feel like cleaning up the blood of another Sinner. Oh no, not because you killed them. Dear, Lucifer god no! Why do that when you had two perfect body guards at your beckon and call?

ᯓ "Honestly, I don't even understand how there can be blasphemy down here. It's hell, God is not watching what we do and I pity him if he did." You would mutter, leaning against the kitchen counter, watching News 666 on your cellphone silently with Fizz; Who had became curious open hearing the news topic and bounded over, wrapping his snake-like arms around your waist twice. He squeezed you a little tight, yet you didn't mind, especially when his head was rested upon your shoulder. You could practically see the growing smirk on his lips before he even spoke, "You know everything we do down here is blasphemes right? That's why we're in Hell, not Heaven. I mean the murder, the sex, the gr-" Though Fizz's little list was caught off short as you hushed him, pressing a quick finger up against his lips.

ᯓ Ozzie was cooking in the background, occasionally taking peaks behind him to make sure you nor Fizz were doing anything stupid; Like trying to cook despite knowing neither of you could do so. It was always a nice gesture until Ozzie has to get the kitchen repaired... again. "And this in, News 666 and it's broadcasting will be disturbed quickly for a message from The fucking V's themselves." Katie Killjoy would crack her neck to the side, seeming oh so annoyed at the interruption. You were too, and Fizz didn't miss the way your face scrunched. "You know Tom, their news isn't even repu-" Katie tried to shout before their segment was cut off, their news source becoming engulfed in The V's logo before the man of the hour, Vox himself, overtook the screen. Him and his snicker, you knew this couldn't be good.

ᯓ Vox never hit the air unless he knew something, unless he wanted something to happen, unless this was his calculated and curated response to something.

ᯓ And the last time that happened, Alastor wiped the floor with him.

ᯓ Fizz drew away from your shoulder a little, his eyes narrowing at your growing irritation before he glanced back towards Ozzie, who already had his arms crossed in confusion. Sure, they've heard about this Vox, mostly from you, but they never expected you to have this much of a detest about him. What happened between you and this TV-head that they didn't manage to dig up? And most importantly, recent or not, did he ever hurt you in anyway. . . or was he planning to?

ᯓ "This just in, news is starting to come up from higher-ups, and close friends, in Wrath Town that their leader, supposed their supposed Overlord, the Child of Wrath, themselves, have gone missing!" Vox stated, trying to carefully keep his voice leveled yet failing miserably; From the twitch in his eye and the wide, plastering grin across his flat face, you could just tell this was another Alastor situation. Yet an Alastor situation that was not pointed directly towards Alastor rather You; Which you had saw coming, maybe even expected it, but fucking Lucifer did you hope you could at least get a good year under your belt before Vox came in to spread 'miss information' all over the Pride Ring. All just to keep his viewers attention on him, just to keep his support. What a loser.

ᯓ You would scoff, trying not to laugh at his obsessive allegations, which were true you guessed, as Fizz and Ozzie silently listened from beside and behind you. While you didn't seem alarmed, or even frightened at the least (as they were sure you would be, seeing as this seemed common for Overlords to not get along) they sure were. Well, not alarmed per say, rather on guard; carefully lingering on the words that Vox was so carelessly spewing to all of those who watched his broadcast. And you noticed how Fizz drew back closer, leaning over your shoulder to glare at your phone, to glare at Vox like Vox might feel his stare, like he was daring Vox to say something else; All the while you couldn't help but laugh, chuckle, giggle, and kind of make fun of Vox as he continued on. His senseless chatter played in the background as you tried to wave off your fiancés' concerns, "Please, guys, don't get worked up over him, he's no threat; More like an annoying bug under everyone's shoe." "One who, from what we hear, likes to stick his non-existent nose in other people's business." Ozzie would comment from the stove, his glare still harsh on the screen even as he flipped over the bacon in the pan. His tone was leaking with annoyance, or maybe irritation and ire is are better words; Either way, you shrugged your shoulders as he continued, "Really, doesn't he have like any other news? that's all basically weightless if it's coming from other people's mouths!" "It's gossip, it keeps his viewer's attention and support up. That's the whole point," You would explain, slightly rolling your eyes at the crazed look Vox gave you. Granted, it was through the screen, but, "I would have thought he would know better than to talk about me, especially since I've shattered his screen more than once." Though Fizz was less amused, "You both give than man way too much credit-" Was the only part of his commentary he could get out, hands on the counter now, before a shout from Vox drew all of your attentions back in.

ᯓ "Oh, ho-ho!" And there was a cackle, one that caused your eyebrows to frown downwards and scrunch your face. One that rang out like an annoying fire alarm and drew a growl from Fizz's throat and a flicker of hellish flame from Ozzie's coat. It's like you all could smell that the shit that Vox was going to spew. "THIS JUST IN," And there was a slam of his hands on the table, "I JUST GOT WORD FROM A TRUSTED SOURCE THAT THE WRATHFUL OVERLORD IS NOT ONLY NOT IN THEIR PITIFUL, SHIT-HOLE OF A TOWN, YET THEY'RE NOT EVEN IN THE PRIDE RING!- Where the fuck are they, you might ask? Well, not fucking here and maybe that's for the better, this place was turning into a shit down with them around." His grin would tease you from behind the screen, and you grew slightly worried that he could see you. That, as his eyes widened and he drew closer to the screen, that he could see right through it. . .

ᯓ "You're in the fucking Lust ring, you absolute SLUT! What the fuck are you doing hanging around an, who's that? An Imp and- And is that Asmodeus himself in the background!" Clack! You would drop your phone like it had burnt you and stumbled backwards, not out of fear, you could never be fearful of someone like Vox, yet out of . . . what would be the word? Ire? Exasperation? Irritation? Preservation? Fizz was quick to lock his arms, just to keep you from stumbling back too far and hitting against the countertops near the stove, potentially burning yourself; As Ozzie stepped up, standing protectively between the phone and the two of you, the flickering of his growing detestation and bubbling anger slowly flickering around his coat, which threatened to burst flames. "This just in, your little Wrathful Overlord, has not only abandoned the Pride Ring yet is sleeping with the Sin of Lust and his weak-dick, limp ass Imp!" Vox's cackle echoed around the room, "That's so fucking sad!- Oh, looks like no one will ever have any sort of reason to be scared of you anymore," And his name spilled out from his lips with venom, poisoning the air with his slithering voice. That was, until his broadcast was cut off, cutting his maniacal laughter short, with a crackle then pop. It seemed like Ozzie had enough of listening to Vox, and seemingly had enough of your phone, as he had slammed his fists into the counter. Effectively ending the broadcast and your phone all in one go.

ᯓ And nothing but silence filled the room, just as you were sure nothing but silence (and soon an eruption of hatred and irreverence) filled the Pride Ring, and Wrath Town.

ᯓ "Fuck. ." Was the words that left with an airy breath.

ᯓ "THAT FUCKER IS SO DEAD!" Was Ozzie's first words; his hair combusting into flames, his irritation and outrage boiling over and finally having struck that match.

ᯓ Maybe it was slight shock overwhelming you, never having expected your engagement to be outrighted for everyone in the Pride Ring to hear, or maybe it was Fizz carelessly (accidentally) spinning you around, but you found yourself exasperation against the kitchen counter; Your eyes still locked on where your cellphone was now intended into the counter. "I've got the rope!" Fizz's voice barely registered in your ears, along with the sounds of his mechanical arms and legs moving to easily wrap himself around Ozzie. "Let's go kill that fucker!- or maybe tie him up and leave him exposed and naked on his own stupid broadcast. Like, really, who does he think he is trying to come for us like that?" Fizz's agreement with Ozzie's irrational solution caused a growl, a very lion-like one, to seep through Ozzie's gritting teeth, "A two timing nobody, that's who he is, and I won't stand for it! He comes for what's mine and I'm going to show him who the FUCK he's dealing with!"

ᯓ You know, maybe you've enabled their behavior a little too much; Sure, you loved the way they grew overprotected about you (and as you were sure they loved when you did the same) yet logically, you knew you had to stop them. When news gets out about Ozzie and Fizz going up to the Pride Ring and killing, or humiliating, an overlord not only will Vox's words be taken as facts, which can cause a whole other set of issues, yet Lucifer might also get involved. Of course, though, your knowledge about how Sins worked together and how they could interfere with each other's rings was limited. Yet, you can only guess a Sin killing an Overlord in another person's ring would just cause some sort of uproar.

ᯓ So when Ozzie, with Fizz coiled around his arm as to not get burnt, were about to leave the kitchen-living room, you had to act fast. Even while a little dazed, a little out of your own body, stilling trying to reel in the information of the situation that just happened, you dashed forward towards them. Or maybe your feet did so because they knew you had to catch them, and it sure felt that way rather than your own doing. It all felt like you were watching through a pair of another's person's eyes as you rushed over, your tail trashing out to stag the Ozzie's heel and trip him (you would have to apologize later). It bought you some time to slid in between him and floor, effectively catching him in your arms. "Yeah, as to hell we're going to go do anything boys! We're," You slammed the door closed, effectively walking away from it, "Staying here!" And that was your final verdict and that was what you were going to do as to make sure you can control this situation as much as possible. While frazzled and your finances' not thinking properly, giving into their own natural urges that some would call taboo (even for hell), this was no time to do that. Ergo, this was no time to be out murdering people!

ᯓ At that time you failed to notice the blush and wide eyes that had sprung to Ozzie's face when you dropped them both onto the couch, as well as the slight boner he had to hide by crossing his legs; Which Fizz defiantly noticed and teased him for with a snicker. Often times, not on purpose, did Fizz and Ozzie forget that out of all three of you, you were the strongest. Physically and magically, as you tended not to flash it off like some demons like to do, instead you flashed where you shined mentally. Though, damn, does it get Ozzie every time you swiftly come in and pick him up like he was weightless, with the same ease he picked up Fizz and you (even after you had told the first few times he didn't have to, later learning that you were conscience about your weight due to your chubbier figure). So it managed to calm Ozzie down, at least a little for the time being. Fizz would follow after, not really looking to murder people by himself - or at least not wanting to or not believing that he could.

ᯓ Calling your name from the couch, yet to no effect, the two would watch as you walked away from them to only circle right back round and leave again; pacing around the room with a constipated look on your face, leaving them confused, and slightly concerned, on the couch. Fizz slinked down to sit on Ozzie's lap, seeing as Ozzie had sat up to make sure you were alright while walking circles around them. Them both noticed quickly the way your tail trashed dangerously, the slight glare you gave to your phone anytime you passed through the kitchen, and the way your left hand clutched and curled in on itself. Fizz was sure your claws were digging into the skin of your palm, where marks from previous punctures of your claws laid fresh. "Hey," Ozzie started, calling out your nickname yet watching it effectively fall onto death ears. Even so, he continued, what's going on?" An invitation to talk to them, an invitation that received the acknowledgement of you hitting the tip of your tail against the floor to ceiling glass. Your own way of letting them know you heard him, yet needed a moment to gather your thoughts. To find something that can fix this situation without it blowing over and becoming bigger than you needed or wanted it to. To find a way to sweep and brush it under the rug. To just- make it like it never, ever fucking happened!

ᯓ Crack!

ᯓ You barely felt it, the smoke of Wrath infesting your very mind and blurring every other sense. Yet, Fizz and Ozzie caught it with ease. They heard the crack of your bone, the saw the way your nails not only had dug into your skin with the increase pressure yet suddenly broke through your palm and to the other side of your hand. Fizz covered his mouth, trying to hold in the gag that threatened to escape from the shock that filled him. Ozzie, wrapping an arm around Fizz to support him up to his chest to comfort him, would stand. . . and he didn't know how else to get your attention but exploding; Calling your name with a tone he rather not use with you. "WHAT?" Yet you would snap back, a green lining the inside of your eyes, right by your pupils. "WHAT CAN BE SO IMPORTANT THAT YOU CANNOT WAIT, OZZIE. I'M TRYING TO-" A tug at your wrist, Fizz, despite not being able to stand the sight if your claws puncturing through your hand, dragged you over to them. He rose your hand up to eye level once you were in front of the two, and he didn't want to make you watch the black blood that flowed down from it, that coated your claws thickly, he knew it was the only way to get you to pay attention. To realize that you hurt yourself in the panic of trying to fix a problem that could best be fixed together. To realize the scowl that was placed upon Ozzie's face at your actions, yet the underlining concern he had. To notice how Fizz was a bit sickened at the fact that you could so easily hurt yourself, and hurt that you wouldn't talk to them and effectively just shut them out again. Even though they have both told you countless times that you could talk them through your thoughts, that they can help you, that they want to help you! Even if you felt like you needed to handle everything that happened by yourself, even if you felt like the world was crushing in they were here! They were always here for you, and they were ready to help as long as you just talked to them.

ᯓ Fizz and Ozzie, out of everyone and anything, care about you (and granted each other) the most. And to see you physically hurt yourself over someone you told them not to worry about . . . well it stabbed them in the heart and made them ever so more concerned.

ᯓ "I just, I need time. I can figure this out if I'm given enough time." You would try to explain to Ozzie and Fizz as you sat on Ozzie's desk, where Fizz usually sat to replace any problem limbs. Fizz sat beside you, securely holding your right hand in his own and nuzzling up to you; His head resting against yours. Ozzie was in front of you, carefully trying to bring your claws out of the palm of your hand without hurting you, so he could then disinfect the wounds and wrap them up. He would have gotten a doctor, but felt a bit too fired up to let any medical professional touch you when you were so vulnerable. "Honey, get us, we know," Ozzie started, then let out a heavy sigh. "You say that every time something shitty happens in Pride. It's like- your go to thing!" Fizz added on, his tone a bit chirpier than Ozzie's; trying to lighten the mood, bring at least a small tug of a smile onto your face. Ozzie would soon apologize as you let out a hiss, feeling your claw carefully yet strikingly painfully being pulled out from your palm. You squeezed Fizz's hand, he nuzzled his head further against yours. And yet, you still spoke through gritted teeth and hissing, "I just! There never seems to be- FUCK, Ozzie that shit hurts!" "Love, I'm sorry, but I'm trying my best to make it as painless as possible. Yet, it's kind of hard when you managed to stab yourself right between your own bones." Ozzie mumbled, quickly working on the exposed wound, trying to wrap it with a towel just for the time being so he could work on the other three fingers (your thumb didn't puncture through skin, but did leave a good wound on your middle finger). Fizz would let out a nervous bit of laughter, trying to turn the situation away from your pain, just so you wouldn't have to think about it. "Hey, why don't you tell us why. . . you were so against us going to go kill the guy! I mean, I'm sure it would be easier than thinking of a whole counter plan and stabbing yourself through the hand, wounding yourself for someone you-" "Froggie," Ozzie warned, though his tone was still soft, noticing quickly how he began to ramble out of nerves. "I don't think that's helping."

ᯓ Yet you didn't mind much, it kind of did set your brain a little more straight and screwed in properly. So in a way you kind of did need Fizz's nervous rambling right now, "No, no it's fine. I. . . needed that. I just," A frown stretched upon your face, letting out a heavy sigh that was quickly replaced with a painful hiss and quickly followed by another apology from Ozzie. Your face scrunched at the pain, yet softened as you felt Fizz trying to comfort you once more. His hand squeezed your undamaged one, and when you turned your head towards his, he connected your foreheads. The distress that came from your fiancés were slowly becoming more apparent to you; Especially by the way Fizz looked into you, his own eyebrows frowned and scrunched, worry laced around his eyes. You felt the pressure of Ozzie wrapping your newly oxygen exposed wound with the towel, trying to cover it gently yet firmly enough. "I just. . . didn't want them to hurt you." The words left your mouth before you could think about their weight; Even if they were nothing but the truth, all the worry that struck your brain the moment Vox had called you out was all due to your worry that Fizz and Ozzie might get hurt. That they might be caught in some sort of cross fire between Vox and you and you would have to deal with their blood on your hands. That was a thought your couldn't bear to stand.

ᯓ The silence was thick for a good few minutes as you kept your eyes squeezed shut, afraid to open them and face Ozzie and Fizz. You could feel as Fizz leaned in, nuzzling your nose against his in an attempt to comfort you, coax you to open your eyes. But he just saw they way they twitched and you squeezed harder. You could feel as Ozzie paused, his fingers gently grabbing around yours yet not giving it's usual tug. And without looking at them, you felt the nerves build in your stomach at the thought that you might have offended them in some way, or they were disappointed in you for some reason. Yet they weren't. Logically, you knew that they weren't any of those things, yet they worrying thoughts still crept in your mind. "Baby, no. . ." Ozzie's sweet voice would ring through the unwanted chatter in your mind, almost like he could hear or feel what was happening in your tornado of a mind. "No, you don't have to worry about us, we were more worried about you. Trust me." You felt Ozzie's engulfing hand rest against your cheek and Fizz nod against your head, "Oh yeah! Our names have been racked through the mud since the whole Mammon incident. Trust us, we can take a little shit, but-" And Fizz paused, always a little hesitant to speak about these topics, "This is new to you, and we know how important your work is to you." "And Just like Sins, I'm sure an Overlord's power also comes from your reputation among people. And that guy, well, directly went for your reputation," Ozzie mumbled, his thumb rubbing sweetly against your cheek. He couldn't dent it, but he loved how they were a little chubbier than most, making your skin a little more plump and soft. "And for that I would have killed him! But you don't want that, for some reason I still don't understand!- But, we respect that. Just know we're here to help anyway we can." "Yeah just say the word!" Fizz playfully moved his head to nuzzle his nose against your other cheek, effectively earning a smile from you and a few bits of suppressed laughter that dared to bubble out your throat. You weren't sure why it was always ticklish when Fizz nuzzled his nose against your cheek, yet it was. "Okay, Okay!-" A giggle slipped through your lips, "I'm sorry. . . I should have, talked to you guys instead of-" You paused, chewing over your words. Yet, you didn't have to think for long as Fizz cut in, "Pushing us away?" "Hurting yourself?" Ozzie swiftly added after, both with their own sassy yet caring tones as they stared down at you. "Yeah. . . that." You would mumble, with an heat rushing up to your cheeks out of embarrassment. You didn't realize you were actually being that big of a dick to the two most important people in your life. Wow, you really did need that reality check from Fizz earlier.

ᯓ "Well, thank god we love you." Fizz's sarcastic voice trailed out with a cheeky grin spread across his face, showing off his pointed teeth and his ever so adorable cheeky attitude. "Or else this would be such a different story! You might have ended out on the streets, or worse, dead." And even if his words would be less than comforting for anyone else, you couldn't help but smile at them; Shooting your own cheeky glare back, finally gaining the courage to open your eyes again. To bask in your lovers' faces instead of cowering in the darkness, fearing a rejection that was never there to begin with. Something that would have never came. Ozzie took the chance to, while you were laughing and smiling and paying attention to Fizz rather than your own pain, to gently yet swiftly take out your third claw. Instantly, your tail trashed and a hiss escaped your mouth. And while he felt bad, Ozzie couldn't help but shake his head and rather seriously state, "Yeah, but don't ever do this again." "Yeah no, I don't think I can take looking at you stab through your own hand either." Fizz agreed, shaking his head. Either way, he went back to nuzzling you to comfort, trying to distract you from the pain of your hands as Ozzie moved the towel over your third wound. One more to go. You tried to keep in the giggles that threatened to escape due to their words, yet you couldn't help it. With a roll of your eyes and a sarcastic, yet playful, tone, you muttered back to them, "Well, fuck, if I ever get stabbed I'm never coming to either of you!"

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MORE OBEY ME FICS!! PLS I BEG!! PERERABLY ONE WITH DIAVOLO IN IT PLEASEEE MY LIFE IS YOURS!!!

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH Let's do a little world building

sex for favour, contracts, apocolypse au, religious references, yandere

You really, really, really hate using your contracts. Not only does it take a toll on your body, a part of your soul being syphoned out each time but, the aftermath is also unpleasant.

Your story is typical, home demolished by Angelic monsters, rejects cast down from Heaven that didn't quite make it to Hell. Family and friends gone, only some survivors remained that were either not in your village or left with less body parts. The killing blow to your ideals was learning that the Capital had denied help from Exterminators, their best exorcist too far away and no one else willing to fight against a Throne of all creatures. No one even came to look for survivors since it was a waste of resources on a gamble not worth betting on.

Angels trudged all along the Earth, the lowest orders scattered around like pests. Middle orders tend to be the 'boss' of these groups. The highest order, Thrones, were much like natural disasters; sudden, with little warning.

It wasn't easy, and though many still prayed to the Heavens for help and despised any anti-religious behaviour, you had separated long ago from that group. An outcast of an exorcist, making deals with demons to gain enough power to kill angels. Years have gone by and no one knows how you manage to keep Avatars of Sin on your side.

No one knows you've had to sell yourself to young King of the Devildom, either.

You can harness their powers into your weapons, your soul used as fuel for very powerful attacks. To bring of them to aid you in battle, however, costs a little bit more.

.

Your arm is torn at the shoulder, fingers on your right hand bent backwards, broken. Your right eye was swollen shut, and your left leg had a flag pole through the thigh.

Ribs broken, blood coughing from your mouth, this Throne was more powerful than any other you've faced. You wonder if Lucifer could handle it, already knowing he requires your help with Thrones alone. Or maybe that was just him being a nuisance to you? You're not sure, and you're not really in a position to risk it now.

The angel before you rises, a dark mass covered in mouths, constantly laughing as you had sliced and cut through its body. When you thought you were doing well, it had suddenly stopped its incessant cackle, the hundreds of mouths on the castle-like mass opening wider than any creature you know, red veined eyes appearing and staring at you unblinkingly. Pure horror had struck you, though you were still able to force yourself to fight. Lucifer's power had damaged it enough, you really did think you won.

... Until it shed it's crust. Wet, tar-covered wings rose from the inside, two, four, eight, sixteen in all sorts of directions. You were lucky to not be hit, the tar latching to any living thing it flicked to and devouring it, turning it to a walking corpse. You were blinded by a golden light, more cracking of the crust, dust shredding once it finally propelled out. Your jaw slacked, it was somehow even bigger, the carnage of a mansion, houses, farmlands, all nothing but a playmat below it. Four of its wings dragged on the ground, the feathery limbs surrounding wheels of golden wings, mouths laughing at you, eyes unblinking and twitching in every direction. The very middle was a pair of black lips, human teeth like eyelashes over the outside of a giant, weeping eye.

You wonder if you can even pull this off?

Exhaling all your nerves, trying your best to focus as you sit slumped in the mud against a cracked boulder, you close your good eyes murmur under your breath, the words bubbling through blood, "In the name of the Exterminator, (Y/n), I call upon the aid of the demon monarch. Come forth, please, Diavolo."

Silence follows, as though a rushing river is hit with a sudden calm. When you finally open your good eye, you see Diavolo in all his glory, a low whistle reaching your hearing as he places his hand on his hips and admired the creature before you, "Just what have you gotten yourself into this time, Miss (Y/n)?"

You open your mouth to speak, only for your lungs to concave and more blood pushing up your oesophagus. The spell was apparently too much.

Diavolo smiles kindly at you, holding one of his hands up, a soft light from his palm sending all the aches and pains away, "Rest now, Miss (Y/n). You've done well to get this far."

If it weren't for the serene spell he used, you would have felt scared to become so vulnerable before a demon and an angel, contrarily you were all but eager to rest your head against the boulder and sleep.

.

When you next awoke, you were tucked into bed. Your fingers were back in place, you had bandages around your legs, arms, torso and neck. What was broken and out of place had been promptly fixed and the terrible, hellish pain you endured was now dull compared before.

You also didn't miss the way the demon lord was lapping his wet tongue between your legs, giving kisses to your clit before making out with your pussy.

His eyes met yours as his tongue delved deeper, an appreciative moan eliciting from him as you clenched around his tongue. Another kiss before he pulls away enough to talk, "Apologies, you weren't waking up and it's almost been 24 hours."

As much as you want to bark at him to get off, you recognise the pact. You needed to provide some sexual favour for the demons within 24 hours of summoning. It was embarrassing, demeaning, you felt horrible about it. They seemed to thrive off of all these feelings.

If you didn't do it, the energy depleted from the experience would double each hour, putting you out of commission for a longer time.

"I'm surprised you didn't wait," you croak, jerking when he goes back to tonguing your insides like a creature in love, "You would have gained more... food. Or, whatever it is you get out of this."

He chuckles and moves up, your thighs going over his own so he could take out his thick, throbbing cock and smack the fat of it against your stomach, "Believe it or not, I don't want to make you suffer just yet, I'll wait until I have you in my castle for that. Besides, I'm quite busy as the King." Your lips part when he nudges the head between your lips, rubbing up and down to gather your slick so he can push in nicer. The smile on his lips was too nice for a demon, "I'm quite surprised you lasted that long before summoning help, though."

Your stomach bulges from the length of his cock, humping into you upwards to really feel your body around him. His large hands graze over your hips, squeezing the flesh of your stomach before coming to cup your cheeks in a gentle embrace. Your tits rub against his pecs, and though it feels really good, you keep talking about what just happened, "It wasn't like any other Throne I've fought, hah... I think they're getting stronger."

"Throne?" He laughs, kissing you deeply, tongue tasting before his lips retreat with a wet smack, "That was no mere Ophanim, dearest. You were up against a creature on par with the Cherubim."

Of course, you knew the rankings of angels in the Celestial realm, everyone who has been forced into this situation does. It was just easier to name the monsters after those rankings. A lot of people didn't like it, though it didn't stop anyone. "Ngnn~" You move your hands to his shoulders, looking for purchase as his cock rubs deliciously inside you. You can feel your energy draining, the way Lord Diavolo holding you was like he was trying to cage you to him. "I thought only Throne rankings had made it to earth?"

"Cum for me, dearest. Only think about the pleasure you're feeling right now," he orders, biting into your neck and sucking on your skin. His lips move to below your ear, tickling you with a light flick of his tongue. One of his hands had trailed over your ribs, past your belly button and began circling and pinching your clit. Your toes curl before stretching out in pleasure, panting while you clench down around his cock, feeling the weight of his balls push into you as he empties his cum as deep as he can. You feel the trickle of your own fluid down your thighs from your orgasm.

His lips are panting over your own, though you know he isn't anywhere near as out of breath as you are. "Should I be worried?" You questioned, wishing he would avert his loving gaze from your own tired eyes.

Lord Diavolo gives you one more kiss, his cock slipping out and letting his cum overflow onto the sheets, "I have it on good intel that something big is coming. If you come across another Ophanim you must call one of us, if not multiple. And be careful..." he ominously states, standing to fix his regale, tucking away his satisfied dick, "I think a Seraphim might be visiting soon."

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Persistent | Yandere Asmodeus

You heard the whispers of a beautiful creature. One of the seven avatars known across the seas for their popularity in beauty, in the arts, in the general gene pool.  It was just another spec of knowledge you heard when doing your job. The biggest customers were quite talkative. 

“(Y/n)...did you finish that remedy of yours?”

You gave your mentor a nod, letting suspended gravity carry the bottled vial from your mini cavern into the waiting tentacle of your mentor. Her orange-red tentacle wrapped around it with ease, swiftly putting her labeling and signature on it before shoving it into a crate. 

She sighed, running her tentacles over the dozens of crates in a final count. She gave a satisfied hum before looping her eight tentacles into the various slots. You smiled to yourself—another successful batch. 

Retreating into your cavern you curled into yourself prepared to sleep until the next time Helene would wake you. It would be time to eat then.

It was like any other day.

“---keep it all to yourself! You have to tell me!” 

“--share with you?! Please! I should kill you for eve–”

You awoke to voices instead of the sounds of a crab being roasted on the fire coals. It was Helene yelling at a man, a customer maybe? It was a smooth highpitched voice cutely whining about something. 

It was kind of…irritating.

You didn’t want to bother uncurling yourself, somehow still lulled to sleep by the intensified yelling; mostly coming from Helene. Falling asleep you dreamed of tiny tasty slivers of crab to eat while Helene patted your head. 

It wasn’t a bother to you.

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“Oh my look at you! What’s your name?”

It was that voice, again. One you could barely place. 

It was hazy with your schedule of work-sleep-eat (maybe). Your hectic schedule made half-asleep experiences far from your top priority. This is why you slowly blinked at him before wrapping yourself in your tentacles. Ready to sleep again. 

It didn’t bother you until he did. 

A soft and manicured hand unabashedly grabbed a tentacle of yours slowly unraveling you’re protective spiral to pull you out of your cavern. You used your remaining tentacles to try and keep you inside only to be proved far too weak in the hands of the sea’s mighty avatar. 

He pulled you into the bioluminescent grotto, leaving you in the open. You shrunk into yourself prepared to ink the perpetrator and dart into one of the many craters of the grotto. You’re three hearts were beating a mile a minute. Where was Helene? Why wasn’t she here? Why was the shelf a mess? Her cauldron knocked over? Anxiety was gripping you harder than an oyster's maw. 

The beautiful merman on the other hand was none the wiser. Smiling as he playfully flicked his hot pink and orange fins. His tail was large and wavy; a dramatic flair that wasn’t helping you in any regard. He folded his hand behind him as he leaned closer to you, swimming closer as you curled away. 

“Hey! Why are you trying to hide? Are you surprised someone like myself just appeared?”

He posed flashing his scales and fanning his fins out. It did nothing for you, to see him this way. In fact, it made you all the more uncomfortable. You were getting closer to inking yourself relenting to somewhere- anywhere to hide. 

“H-hey, where are you going?” 

To the tipped cauldron. Curling as tightly as you could in hopes of limiting at least a little bit of your fear. It made the merman pout following you to the cauldron planning to use the same tactic as before

“Are you re-Aghagahaaaahh! What is that!?”

Cringing at the sticky and suffocating grasp of the ink. He jerked away, twisting his tail as if to relieve himself of the feeling. You curled into yourself only trying to facilitate your breath as the merman continued to howl about the ink and ‘his poor perfect skin.’ 

Soon all of it went to fade. Your tiredness, his crying, your fear. Once again you fell asleep. 

It was Helene who would awake you, having returned home to find your cavern empty, the grotto a mess, and a sorrowful wisp of ink leading into her tipped over cauldron. She knew what had happened and nothing more needed to be said as she joined you wrapping you in her strong tentacles. There was something soothing about her muscles lightly squeezing around you, as she whispered curses of the avater.

“That cursed merman! On my life, Asmodeus will pay for what he’s done! Believe it!” 

It didn’t mean much to you, her cursing that merman. It was a name she cursed often. But that must mean that the one who was here must be him. 

Asmodeus, huh.

You’re…pretty sure you don’t like him.

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The next time he reaches for you, you bite him. You curled your outstretched tentacle back into yourself as he wailed again. It wasn’t as loud as before when you inked him but his arm was no longer in your cavern. 

“Hey you bit me! Bad octopus!” 

He stuck his tongue out at you before swiftly swimming away nursing his hand. That didn’t make him leave though. Instead the clinking of bottles and canisters persisted with nonchalant humming. 

This Asmodeus was looking for something.

“Aww not here! Geez Helene where would you put it.” 

You stayed in your cavern not even bothering to peek your head out to see. You could already imagine. Sleep was far away, your skepticism wouldn’t allow you to not when Asmodeus rifling through Helen’s products. 

Then there was silence. 

Did he leave? Did he find what he was looking for? 

“Maybe you know?” 

How didn’t you hear him? In a matter of seconds he swam from the bottom of the grotto to the entrance of your cavern, tilting his head and narrowing his eyes. It was alarming. 

“Aww are you ignoring me again? That’s no good!” 

He puffed his cheeks for a moment, his expression changing to one of determination as he reached somewhere outside your cavern’s opening. He was clutching an empty but familiar viall with Helene’s signature label on it. 

“Come on! Won’t you tell me where I can find her batch for this? Come on! You can tell me!”

With his prodding came him pushing the empty glass into your cavern, careful to hold it by its opening–his fingers far from you. You let the glass touch you, flinching when he persists. You continue to curl away, not engaging was how you’d succeed. 

“Hey don’t ignore me!”

He continued to poke you with the bottom side of the bottle, whining consistently about the product he was looking for. Somewhere along the way you found yourself fighting sleep. Though you were sure he didn’t notice, you once again curled your tentacles around yourself for sleep.

“--cute!” 

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“Coral-cutie!? Where are you hiding today? Are you mad about the pearl necklace last time?”

You were hiding from Asmodeus in one of the many crevices of the grotto, hardly bothering to sneer at the visible destruction of Helene’s work space. It was probably more disturbing that this had become a routine. He’d wreck her workstation sighing about what he couldn’t find and spend the rest of the day pestering you. Somehow the latter was what he spent most of his time doing here. Like clockwork Helene would return and curse his name before continuing to churn out another batch of her famous concoction. 

Now your days spent sleeping were filled with attempts to escape the avatar of the sea. Who insisted on doing all sorts of silly routines and dressing you in whatever trend he was ranting about now. It was exhausting at first but now you were used to it. 

“Ah! There you are! Trying to hide from me, you silly octopus!”

For the most part. 

You sat still in his lap as he reclined on Helene’s cauldron, turned on its head and its contents floating aimlessly. His fingertips danced along your suction cups, taking the time to explore their shape as if he hadn’t done it a thousand times before. 

“I never noticed before but you secrete a kind of mucus don’t you?”

Offended you retract your tentacles from his grasp, he put his hands up in defense. 

“It’s not a bad thing. In fact,” He paused easily peeling the limb from your body to his lips, delicately rubbing his lips against it. “It’s a lovely thing.”

You didn’t pull away. You only looked away from him as he went back to his usual playful.mannerisms. Easily letting your embarrassment fade to listlessness as though it were never there. You let your eyes roll to the back of your head with thoughts of whatever concoction of crab Helene would cook up. 

“--mine! Why can’t you just leave-”

“--I’ve already decided. I know all about–”

You woke again to the sounds of bickering done by none other than Helene and Asmodeus. Comforted by the walls of your cavern you realize you’d been moved from your spot in the merman’s lap. 

You weren’t complaining. 

It just meant that before this argument occurred you were returned to your favorite place. An oddly selfless action for the avatar who so usually was focused on himself. No matter. 

It was another altercation. A fight they’d usually have. 

Thus it was time to go back to sleep. 

“I’m not letting you have them!”

“Good thing I wasn’t asking.”

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You awoke to the bobbing of a mer’s movements. Your head pressed against the chest of a merman who was unusually bare. No necklaces or diamonds to poke you as muscular arms tightly held you in place. 

Where was this? 

“Ah look at you! You’re awake! You sleep so much I never know when you’ll wake up.”

This wasn’t the grotto.

“You probably have never been up this high, always stuck in the dark.” He sneered, “That’s such a Helene thing to do.” 

Helene, where was she?

“It might take some getting used to, all this light.”

Where is she?

“But you can do it I believe in you!”

He squeezed in emphasis. Registering the light blue vastness of the world around you, you didn’t have enough freedom to look everywhere though. Unable to maneuver your head to look at Asmodeus’ face directly only getting a view of his well-sculpted neck and Adams's apple barely bobbing as he cooed.

What was that?

“What? Are you looking at those marks? No worries little suction cups don’t hurt that much even when they have fangs.”

You were hungry. Where was Helene?

“I bet you’ll love what I have for you, back home. Hermits, oysters, shrimp! You’ll adore it!”

Helene.

“Ah see we’re coming up on it now.”

Helene.

“So squirmy! But we’ve done this before! Don’t you know i always win?”

Helene. 

“Oh right.” 

He stopped his swimming, threading his fingers through your tentacles as he flipped you around. Looking straight on at the beauteous avatar of the sea’s face. Smooth with not a single blemish his rosy lips were gleaming a toothy smile.

“We’re never going back to that place again.

A toothy smile with shreds of golden hair, bloodied scraps, and the remnant of mucous membrane. All gone with a swipe of an elongated tongue swiping over his teeth clearing the way for a sea-swooning smile. 

“You’ll probably never want crab again.”

[lovetei]

The first time they saw you is when you were laying on top of a flat rock, glittery beautiful tail shimmering under the light of the sunset, you didn't even sing, no, you didn't even open your mouth and yet they're already captivated.

Lucifer and Leviathan who will not hesitate to grab your neck and drag you back to the house of lamentation where he had built a special aquarium just for you, where they will watch you hit the glass all day, begging to be freed, with a smile on their face.

Belphegor and Satan who will mindlessly follow your voice down the ocean to be your food while you think there's no way for them to escape your grasp, not knowing it's you who will need to escape.

Mammon and Beelzebub who thinks they're in a fairy tale, visiting the part of the beach where they first saw you, hoping you'll be there again and hoping you'll like their gift, a demon they kidnapped to be your food.

And Asmodeus who was enraged, he who almost ripped your face and scaled right on sight as soon as he saw how beautiful you are.