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lou-struck · 5 months

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Obey Me Brothers and Datables x reader

Part 5 Finale and Solomon's Date Punishment

~Finally, after a day of Romance and Confusion, everyone gets together to tell you why they have been acting so odd today, But where is Solomon?

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a/n: I know it took me awhile to get this done so thank you guys for interacting with this series.

“You know why everyone’s been acting weird, don’t you?” you ask the Devildom Prince, knowing in your heart that you are finally getting some answers. He laughs and presses a kiss to your forehead. “I do, but I think it would be best if you were to hear the truth from everyone.”

You turn your head to the side and feel rather confused by his wording.

“Everyone?”

The Demon Lord raises his hand, and with a snap of his fingers, You are transported to his throne room. You are on the throne, still sitting comfortably in the Prince’s lap as the others begin to appear in front of you. Stepping through a multi-colored Layer of smoke.

Lucifer is the first to wave the red tendrils away from his face as he greets his monarch. “Greetings, Diavolo; it appears you have begun to catch Mc up to speed about the incidents today.” You do not notice the way the Avatar of Pride’s brow twitches at the image of you on the Prince’s lap, but the others certainly do.

Mammon, however, is a bit too greedy to hide his intentions as he gives you some serious puppy dog eyes. “Hey, human, come here. Let the great Mammon have a look at ya.”

“No, if anything, they should come to me,” Leviathan presses, looking enviously at the scene in front of him. “We still have time to go and get a milkshake at the introvert cafe.”

Bephie childishly crosses his arms. “We slept through our date, so I should get a redo.”

“That really sounds like a you problem, Belphie.” Asmo frowns crossing his arms over his chest.

“I’m still hungry,” Beel muses, rubbing his stomach. A bit of chocolate is on the corner of his mouth, no doubt from your gift to him. “Mc, we should make more strawberries; feeding them to you this time would be fun.”

“Enough!” Lucifer scolds, silencing his brothers with a glare. “We are here to explain to Mc why most of you were acting so strange today.”

“I-it was still fun,” you say softly from the throne as the demons, and Angel look a tad ashamed of themselves. It hurts your heart to know that they feel like they let you down somehow.

Today was wacky, romantic, and very special to you. And before they even begin their explanation, you know that there is no anger in your heart.

“How about you begin, Lucifer,” Barbatos says, coming to stand beside you on the throne. His gloved hand comes to rest on your shoulder, giving it a comforting little squeeze.

“Yes,” The Prince says from behind you. “Since you were the first to figure everything out, it only makes sense you begin.”

Lucifer can’t hide the pride he feels from Diavolo’s compliment as he steps forward. Crimson eyes full of tenderness as he meets your gaze. Mc, I sincerely apologize on behalf of everyone for our strange behavior and paranoia today. We were under the impression that you were in danger after Solomon called a meeting with us this morning.”

“Danger?” you ask, eyes wide as you remember the paranoid look several of your dates were wearing throughout the afternoon.

“Solomon told us that a creature from the human world with little white wings and an enchanted bow filled with love-inducing arrows had set its sights on you and wanted to take you away from us.” He looks almost embarrassed to be telling you such a ridiculous story, but you listen politely, nodding along with him as he speaks. “I was skeptical at first. But when it comes to you, My Dear, we did not want to take any chances. Until you confirmed that Cupid was not real, I felt uneasy about having you leave the House of Lamination at all for the rest of your dates.”

“The same goes for me,” Satan adds, stepping forward to capture your attention. “Admittedly, we do not know much about the human world’s traditions, so when Solomon told us you were in danger, I tried to do some research about the Cupid but found next to nothing.” His green eyes look almost glassy as they look away from you in embarrassment. “I felt useless knowing that you could be taken away from us forever, and I didn’t know how to stop it, so I boarded up all the windows to my room and canceled the plans I had earlier for us.”

“Solomon was messing with us,” Mammon says softly, “I didn’t trust that shady Sorcerer, but then he started using his magic to trick us into thinking the flyin thingy was trying to get ya when we were on our way to the races.”

Simeon coughs politely to not interrupt anyone before they continue with their explanations. “I don’t mean to pry, but were any of you ever going to tell me that Mc was not in danger?” You can tell he is regretting his paranoid actions from earlier and you shoot him a soft smile.

“We did,” Asmo chirps, looking at the gorgeous Angel. “You just never replied to the group chat.”

Simeon looks visibly confused as he pulls out his DDD, trying to find the aforementioned group chat. His brow furrows as he awkwardly taps on his screen looking increasingly more frustrated as he finds nothing. “I think my device is broken; I haven’t received any notifications all day.”

“Let me see that.” Levi huffs, snatching the DDD from the Angel’s hands and inspecting it carefully. He smiles and drags his fingers across the screen before handing it back to the Angel with a chuckle. “ROFL. You had it on airplane mode, so you weren’t getting any notifications.”

“But I haven’t been on any planes,” he says as dozens of notifications appear on the screen. “Ah, I see the messages now. I apologize for my interruption. Thank you, Leviathan, for your assistance.”

“Speaking of Solomon, where’s that little Rat?” Barbatos murmurs, pulling everyone’s attention briefly away from you as they look around looking for that shady jokester of a sorcerer.

“Didn’t Asmo go get him earlier?” Mammon asks, crossing his arms.

Diavolo laughs from behind you merrily. “He did indeed. I thought it would be amusing if I held off on bringing him here until after the explanation.”

He waves his hand, and a deep purple cloud of smoke cyclones in through the large doors, dropping a ruffled-looking Solomon on the floor rather roughly.

Your eyes widen as you take in his disheveled appearance. His hair is ruffled, his mouth is gagged with a white cloth, and his hands are tied behind his back with some Fuzzy pink handcuffs that you can only assume to belong to Asmo.

You get up from your spot, much to the disappointment of Diavolo, and go to check on your fellow human.

“Asmodeus, did you really have to secure him so thoroughly?” Lucifer sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation.

“I thought Mc would appreciate a bit of fanfare.” the Avatar of Lust winks. Solomon rolls his eyes at the theatrics as you gently remove the cloth from his mouth.

“Fancy meeting you here, Mc,” the sorcerer smiles genuinely as you fiddle with the handcuffs, knowing that these ones have a release latch on the outside. “Have you had a good Valentine’s Day so far?”

You giggle and look fondly back at the Angel and Demons who have spoiled you rotten today. “I have. I wouldn’t trade this for the world.”

“I see,” he hums, gently scrubbing the tender marks on his wrist as the cuffs clatter to the ground. “It looks like I’ll just have to blow you away on our date tonight.”

“W-what?” Mammon stammers loudly. “Why does he get to have a date with Mc?”

Barbatos looks irritated as he nods along with Mammon. It’s a rare occurrence, but you understand. “After the stunt he just pulled, does he really deserve such a reward?”

The others begin to bicker amongst themselves as Diavolo sits silently in deep thought. It only takes a regal raise of his palm to silence the others as he looks at you with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Mc, Although he has done nothing to deserve his time with you today. It seems unfair that you will not get to have your final date of the day.” he starts to say as the others look on in disbelief. “Therefore, I promise that you will still have your date with Solomon. I’ll have a car brought around to take you to the location, and Solomon will join you momentarily. We just need to have a word with him about his little transgressions…”

For the first time in your life, you see a look akin to fear in Solomon’s gaze as he looks around at the 10 immensely powerful beings he played a trick on. But before you can say anything to help him, you are ushered out of the room by Barbatos.

His gloved hand is securely on the small of your back as he murmurs to you, “Do not worry Mc, I promise Solomon will arrive at the restaurant in one piece. We would never wish to disappoint you.”

“Are you sure?” you ask, hearing the sound of shuffling and yelling behind the closed doors. At least Solomon is untied and hopefully able to talk his way out of anything too drastic.

He kisses the back of your hand as the Prince’s limousine pulls up at the bottom of the palace steps. “I am certain.” he chuckles happily. “Solomon simply played a joke on us, and we will gladly return the favor. So please relax until then. We shall see you soon.”

“We?’ you ask as he guides you into the plush limo and waves you away with a charming smile, leaving you alone with your thoughts and a few absolutely gorgeous dinner outfits you can change into if you wish to do so.

Solomon ~

Candles flicker all around you as you watch couples enjoy their own romantic dinner dates at one of the finest restaurants in the entire devildom. You have only been waiting at your table at Ristorante Six for about twenty minutes or so as you wait for Solomon and whoever else to join you.

After rushing around all day, you are thankful for the chance to reflect upon the day’s events.

It has certainly been a wild ride so far, but you wouldn’t change it for the world.

Being cared for, wooed, and doted upon by so many amazing individuals makes your heart feel so full, and you are thankful that they all seemed to appreciate the gifts you have prepared for them.

It brings a smile to your face as you twirl the crystal flute of chocolate raspberry fizzy demonus in your hand and take a deep sip. Letting your eyes flutter shut as you savor the rice and fruity taste.

You open your eyes when your eyes are assaulted by the sounds of several gasps of shock and amusement from the entrance of the restaurant. You are on high alert as you see the flashing of several DDD cameras.

Noisily, you lean forward in your seat, trying to get a glimpse of what is so amusing. You poke your head out more until you see what is catching all the attention, and you realize it is Solomon.

Sure, before the exchange program, the sight of a human in an upper-class demon establishment may have turned a few heads, but now, the real cause of this chaos is the snowy-haired sorcerer’s attire.

He is wearing nothing but a diaper, fake white wings, and a quiver of plastic arrows on his back. His features are expressionless as he walks through the crowd looking for your table. You slowly raise a hand up to get his attention, and when he sees you, his face turns a deep pink color.

“Well, don’t you look dressed for the occasion.” you giggle as he sinks into the chair. His little cheap wings lose a few feathers as they brush against the back of the chair. They fall to the floor silently as he tries to cover up his lap with one of the large cloth napkins.

“I look ridiculous.” he murmurs, “I haven’t felt this embarrassed in at least thirty years.”

“I think you look cute,” you giggle, taking a roll of bread from the table’s bread basket. “I guess at the end of the day, you were right; there was a little Cupid trying to take me away.”

He laughs, the little wings flopping as his chest rumbles. “I have a feeling the others thought the same when they forced me into this thing.”

You laugh and look at him teasingly. “In a strange way, It kinda suits you.”

He grimaces as you laugh; in the corner of your eye, you notice a hostess leading a large party of familiar-looking individuals to the booth next to your table.

You lock eyes with the Avatars of Sin, Prince of Hell, his royal butler, and a sweet smiling angel as they wave at you. DDDs at the ready to take photo after photo of Solomon in this rare moment of embarrassment.

“You have a few fans over there.” you giggle, pointing back to the table.

He has the gall to look smug as he shoots a glance back at them before taking the hand of yours that he is holding from across the table and raising it to his lips. Taking the time to press a soft kiss to each one of your fingertips.

They all look a bit jealous, especially Mammon, who removes a bottle of demonus from its bucket of ice and drinks deeply from the neck of the bottle. “They told me they would be watching over us. I guess this is what happens when you trick some of the most powerful beings in the three realms.”

“I like that we get to all be under the same roof.” you smile, directing your attention back to the sorcerer. “But I still get to spend some time with you.”

“I hope I didn’t ruin anything for you. I hadn’t thought about that part when I threw this whole thing together,” he admits.

You feel touched by his sentiments as you reach across the table for his hand. “I promise you didn’t ruin anything. Today was so much fun, even with the occasional Cupid-related freakout.” you reach for your bag only to realize that you had left it in the car earlier.

“What is it?” he asks, looking at your worried features.

“I just left my gift for you in the car.” you huff, “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he laughs, “I left yours in the Lab after Asmodeus kidnapped me earlier. But is there anything I can do to make it up for you now?”

You smile almost devilishly as you reach for your DDD. “There is one thing you could do for me.”

“What is it?” he asks, knowing exactly what you are about to ask for.

Ou swipe to your camera and show him the screen. “Could I get a picture with my little cupid?”

He sighs and removes the napkin from his lap. “How many do you need?”

You stand up and give him the sweetest smile you can. “We’ll just have to see. I’m sure there are others who will want a picture with you as well.” You look over at the booth and see that they are already lining up to take a picture with Solomon; The Cupid who just couldn’t stay away.

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vallyofshimmeringstars · 2 years

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What are the brothers Best (fluff) Memories

Lucifer

-when the brothers were younger, specifically when Beel and Belphie were little he was caught sleeping on the floor between Beel and Belphie cribs

- Mammon saw but he hasn’t told him about it to this day. And even then he Sees Lucifer still being close to all of his brothers wanting to make them a little better on their bad days but he won’t admit it he would make a excuse why he’s being nice (his pride 100%)

Mammon

-mammon goes to arcades a lot and sometimes he brings one of the brothers. One day Levi brought him there and they saw a claw machine so after Mammon 5th time trying to get a devil Duck stuffed animal Levi got it for him

- Ever sense that day He’s been sleeping with that Devil Duck Stuffed animal every night and it makes him feel better on his bad days. Everyone has seen it but they won’t mention it

Levi

- Levi was replaying a older game, redoing the whole story line and all the brothers had played it at once so they all played the game together all day re living the moment

- Once they finished the game they all got sad especially Levi so they got him some stickers and pins based off of it to cheer him up, and Mammon saved up some money to buy him the newest game

Satan

- Though Satan wasn’t in the family as long everyone makes sure he’s included in activities

-So when Satan was little he asked a question that no one really knew the answer to (why did Hellfire worm always cold?) So they went to find the worm one rainy day and figured out why they were named Hellfire worms. It made Satans day

Asmo

- Asmo was obsessed with makeup his whole life but no one had a interest like him so he would do his things alone

-Levi saw him putting on makeup and he thought it would be a fun idea to ask him to do makeup based off his fav character. Asmo. Was. Happy. While Levi talked about the anime and the character Asmo listened and did his whole fade hair nails everything.

Beel

- a lot like Asmo no one had the same interest like him and he would try a lot of things his brothers liked but he realized he liked sports

- Beel and bephie played a lot together they usually passed a ball to each other and talk, but Mammon saw them playing and so he started playing with him. Soon enough it turned more competitive. After they were a sweaty mess Belphie brought back some snacks, even though it was probably a normal day for the two it’s a memory Beel likes

Belphie

-Belphie can sleep anywhere and it was always surprising where he can sleep

-Belphie was watching a movie with the brothers when he feel asleep but he told them not to wake him up and ignore him and continue the movie so they left him there. But all of them got him a blanket and his pillow. Let’s say..he wasn’t asleep the whole time he was just quiet.

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rubychan · 2 years

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what tiny cass calls the boys!!

lucifer: luci, if especially tiny he'll say wuci

mammon: mammy!!

levi: still levi/wevi but sometimes he'll call him onii-chan (baby weeb =w=)

satan: he has a lot of trouble even saying sate but that's it!!

asmo: i hope ppl don't mind if he steals the nickname of azzy...

beel: bee!!

belphie: bephie (no l lol)

dia: still just dia!! sometimes he'll kinda forget the a sound at the end and call him die- (tiny cass running up to diavolo: die!! ^^)

barb: sheepy (barb is too hard to say but he can say the ba and that makes him think baaa and that's what sheep say!!)

simeon: simmy ^^;

solomon: uncle sol

luke: he just calls him luke/wuke!!

#cassian

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oh-boy-me · 4 years

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:0 could I have a beel,asmo,belphie,lucifer,mammon, satan (not including levi) and diavolo playing videogames? I thought it would be kinda funny since they're all really old- except for levi of course haha

Ohhh this should be fun!

Decided to do individual HCs for this one instead of a group thing so they wouldn’t be limited to multiplayer games.

Most of them, save for a certain prince, have been exposed to games a fair amount by proximity to Levi.

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Lucifer:

Lucifer has a Mononoke Land account so that he’ll get the email notifications for events and can therefore keep track of Levi’s whereabouts. He’s never played the game, though, nor downloaded the app, and he has no intention of doing so.

In general, he’s not much of a gamer. The most gaming he gets done is minesweeper on Windows XP. He doesn’t have the time, and it was never something he could get into.

That isn’t to say that he owns zero games, though. His favorite genre is turn-based strategy, because he can afford to look away from them, and they make him think and plan.

He doesn’t like the hyper-realistic ones, though. Things like Civilization and Here Be Dragons are up his alley, Hearts of Iron not so much.

He doesn’t care too much about the story, but a good soundtrack is mandatory.

Also he’s an old man so the controls also have to be intuitive or he just won’t be able to play. Why is he jumping when he presses A he thought that was the attack button.

The type of player who needs to get every achievement. A completionist.

When the group gets together for the rare multiplayer night, he has no idea what he’s doing and yet still manages to do well. It’s kind of infuriating.

He won’t make alliances with anyone, no, it’s every man for himself. He also actively targets Mammon no matter what game they’re playing.

The fact that he doesn’t really get it protects his pride when Levi inevitably wipes the floor with him.

Mammon:

Mammon actually does game a little bit in his spare time, mostly with Levi. He’s got a couple consoles and is more open to different genres than Lucifer is.

He thrives in any game where the main goal is to rack up as many points or as much profit as possible. He’s undefeated in tycoons and pinball. (Tetris is an exception; he’s terrible at Tetris. Stupid spacial recognition.)

The RNG elements boil down to his insane luck, but he’s actually very smart when it comes to investments and stuff, so it’s not like he’s only using his luck to get by.

If the games have multiplayer, even better! Nothing like kicking Levi, MC and Belphie’s asses in a game of Fortune Street!

He also tends to like the action-focused games that Levi plays. Not so much into turn-based RPGs, but he enjoys stuff where the enemies spawn, like in Zelda or Rune Factory. And he’s great at button mashing in fighting games, although Levi, who actually knows how to play them, always beats him.

Mammon uses items as soon as he gets them, and is too busy rushing a boss to care about learning its patterns and strategizing.

Skips cutscenes even on his first run. Levi and Satan hate him for it.

Like mentioned before, he gets an unfair disadvantage in game nights because everyone targets him. Especially in those games with RNG, because otherwise he WILL win.

He’s banned from PTW games because he will indeed PTW.

Satan:

Satan is another one who doesn’t play too many games, and that might be for the best because he’s a nightmare to play with.

The sorest loser, and a pretty nasty winner too. He insists on the hardest difficulty and then rage quits at the slightest inconvenience.

He will play when prompted, though; he’s not above hanging out with his brothers. His favorite sorts of games are ones with a good story and/or good puzzles. His planning is more on the tactics side, as opposed to Lucifer’s strategy, so he would love Fire Emblem.

He WILL drop a game if the story isn’t holding his attention, and he’s done so in the past.

Overly cautious and hoards resources. He takes the safe route every time.

Also another completionist.

Beel would often ask Satan to help him find out which art pieces were originals and safe to buy in Animal Crossing, and Satan got a little bit interested and ended up making a resident on Beel’s cartridge so the donations could be in his name. He went on a mini-campaign to drive out the residents he didn’t like, but one of them turned out to be Beel's favorite and he felt terrible about it for weeks.

During family game nights, everyone is always torn between appeasing Satan and telling him to deal with it when he loses.

He also gets angry if he catches on to the fact that they’re letting him win, though.

Probably a genwunner.

Asmodeus:

Asmo enjoys video games. They don’t fit into his aesthetic so he’s never really tried to understand them, but he doesn’t dislike them by any means.

Gaming is becoming more mainstream though, right? That’s a whole new audience that could appreciate him. Maybe, just maybe, he can let himself be a bit of a geek.

Unsurprisingly, he’s got a penchant for games with customization options. Surprisingly, he also really enjoys FPS games. If he and Levi ever played at the same time, it would be chaos in the House of Lamentation.

As opposed to his in-your-face attitude, he likes to play sniper units.

He said he wants to tap into the gaming community, but he’s not very good at most of the games he plays so he’s too embarrassed to actually do so. He does, however, play the Sims on livestream. He does his best to make the steamiest and most dramatic scenarios happen, and he’ll hold strawpolls to let his viewers make some choices.

Asmo also plays Animal Crossing like a few other brothers, but his island is so well groomed and with just the right residents, it feels like you’re touring an uncanny dystopia and Asmo is the dictator.

When the group gets together, he usually ends up doing the worst. He’s more interested in executing perfect combos than actually dealing damage, so he’s not aggressive enough to get anything done against players like Levi and Satan.

He’s also not very good at teamwork; he starts yelling at his partner very quickly.

Beelzebub:

Beel doesn’t have a lot of “gamer” in him, but some of his brothers seem to like it so he decided to give it a go. Turns out his hands are too big, but he makes do. Kind of.

You’d expect a sports game to be the best for him, since he’s so athletic. However, it’s BECAUSE he’s so athletic that this sort of game isn’t in his library. He gets too antsy and bored tapping buttons instead of actually playing the sport.

Beel’s also not an aggressive player in any sense of the word. He feels guilty even hurting the most basic of slimes.

No, no games are better for Beel than the stress-free, casual life simulators. Animal Crossing is no surprise his favorite one right now. Satan handles the museum for him while Beel gets to do whatever he feels like in a world where the biggest threat is a wasp.

He’ll also play other low stakes games where living your life is the main goal, like Harvest Moon and Stardew Valley. His big heart can never choose who to marry in those games.

Horror is also ok for him, because while aggression is hard for him, self-defense is not.

He got the Cooking Mama app on his D.D.D. and bit the device in half, so he’s not allowed to touch that franchise anymore.

When the gang meets up, his non-aggressive side sticks around. In fighting games, he’s more likely to dodge and steer clear of the others, and in other versus games he’s so open to compromise you’d think you were on the same team.

Satan did get him his favorite resident back.

Belphegor:

Belphie probably games the second most after Levi; it’s something that keeps him entertained but doesn’t require him to move very much at all.

I actually have no idea how to describe his preferred genres, but League of Legends and Dark Souls is basically all you need to know.

League lets him socialize a bit, and it’s the game that he and Levi play together most often. As for Dark Souls, he loves the sort of game where learning your opponent’s every move and outsmarting/outmaneuvering them is the only path to victory.

I guess that would be described as “really hard action-adventure” games? He’d also like Sekiro.

He also has his own copy of Animal Crossing to visit and play with Beel, but his island is so underdeveloped you’d think he started that same week.

Belphie is the true wild card of family game nights; sometimes he sleeps through the whole thing, while other times he can take down even Levi.

He has everyone’s habits down to a T--Mammon charges in, Asmo does too much setup, Levi’s overconfident--and he knows how to counter each and every one of them.

For someone who’s so much of a cunning player, though, he also misclicks a lot.

He’s the most likely out of his brothers to make alliances. He’s also the most likely to break alliances.

If he doesn’t think he can win, he’ll choose a player and start sabotaging the game in their favor.

Diavolo:

Lord Diavolo had read about like, Mario? The little blue hedgehog guy? But he’d never owned a gaming console before. He probably thought Neopets was peak gaming.

Levi swore to fix this grievous error, and this was also a mistake, because now Diavolo keeps trying to get Lucifer to play all these hack and slash games with him.

He has legitimately told Lucifer that “if you don’t play Devil May Cry with me THIS devil may cry!”

The games need to always have something happening in them or he’ll get bored, kind of like Satan’s need for a good story, except with action.

It’s also worth mentioning that “play a game with Diavolo” actually means “sit in the same room as Diavolo while he plays.”

And oh boy… is he terrible at these games.

He just button mashes until either he dies or all the enemies die.

Never uses any of the items he gets because he’s sure he’ll need them more later on. When, Diavolo? During the staff roll?

Will bomb a door before trying the knob.

Since he’s usually only around Lucifer, who doesn’t want to get sucked into this, and Barbatos, who honestly couldn’t care less about this, he’s been left alone and free to develop these terrible gaming habits.

It’s rare that he comes to family gaming night. Legend has it that Lucifer’s piercing glare is somehow connected to the fact that his brothers always let Diavolo win.

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crystalrose555 · 2 years

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Slap me, I dare you! ch. 14

Marley hopped through the portal and landed on the cobblestones of RAD’s outer pathway with Diavolo and Barbatos close in hand.

“So where do we start looking? I tried to text Lucifer and I’m not getting a response.” Diavolo asked while looking at his phone.

Without warning, a mighty roar echoed along the walls of RAD and rattled its windows. Once it died down, Marley’s face scrunched up in horror and embarrassment while Barbatos held his chin.

“I would say we should try that direction first.” The butler smoothly suggested.

“Y-Yeah, I agree with that logic.”

Suddenly, a high pitch scream filled the air accompanied by smaller yet deep roars.

“We should probably get the lead out, boys.” Marley answered flatly with a look of disapproval on her face.

The trio bolted through the halls, trying to narrow down the location of the animalistic sound but it just bounced off of every surface they passed. Minutes passed by feeling like hours as The Royals attempted to find anyone, however, the joy of finding the brothers shifted to concern as they spotted the brothers surrounding Levi’s body.

“Oh my god, Levi!” Marley cried out as she bolted to his side, nearly shoving Lucifer to the ground in the process.

She then carefully cradled the third born in her arms as she checked his well being.

“No fair, I want to be held by Mochi too~” Asmo whined.

“Lucky otaku bastard.” Belphie mumbled.

“Don’t worry, Marley, he’s just sleeping, we’ve already checked.” Beel claimed with a small smile.

“It’s good to see you all unscathed.”

“Really? You call this unscathed?” Lucifer commented as he rose to his feet.

Marley, Diavolo and Barbatos turned to look at the first born who crossed his arms. Besides his ruby gaze, Marley’s eyes were attracted to the tattered and slashed fabric that would be considered his RAD Uniform coat, what was once a reflection of Diavolo’s ambition was reduced to ribbons that nearly exposed his skin to the elements. As the gears began to turn in her head, Marley gave an unsure grin at the waiting demon.

“Trying a new look, Luci?” She jested while trying to break eye contact causing Belphie and Satan to chuckle.

“Speaking of new looks, why are you wearing Lord Diavolo’s shirt, Marley?” Asmo asked.

“This is a rare sight, there aren’t many out there who could get the better of you, Lucifer.” Diavolo interrupted, changing the subject.

The firstborn frowned as his brow curled in frustration while Satan chuckled harder into his hand.

“I wasn’t expecting him to have a pact, especially one powerful enough to rip apart my binds. He then tried to rip out my throat like he promised. Your company is questionable at best, Marley.”

“Sounds like he’s a good friend to have.” Belphie blurted out.

“Think he would join the Anti-Lucifer league?” Satan asked.

Marley shranked a bit with an audible groan as Lucifer threatened his younger brothers with his gaze.

“Speaking of which, where is he right now, Lucifer?” Barbatos interrupted.

Marley twitched as she snuck a glance at Lucifer. She expected to see his scowl but his devilish smile returned with his eyes chilling over and darkening. She then tensed up as Lucifer masked it with a friendlier face before crossing his arms again.

“Fortunately for me, Mammon showed up before everyone else and drew the beast away. Turns out your friend’s tantrum has a short attention span and he decided that Mammon was a more suitable playmate. If I wasn’t so annoyed by the trouble they cause, I would almost find it adorable~”

Marley shuddered and her expression twisted in disgust as she stared at the eldest brother while Satan just shook his head with a sigh.

“We should feel ashamed that our older brothers couldn’t handle one demon on their own.” The avatar of wrath pointed out.

“That was no ordinary demon, Satan. In fact, you would have a lot in common with him if you actually saw him.” Lucifer smirked, earning a glare from the blonde.

“Careful, your blood will freeze over if you get any colder, Lucifer.” She flatly claimed.

“Nevermind that, what are we going to do about your friend, Mochi? Mammon can’t outrun him forever.” Asmo claimed as he clinged to her arm tightly.

“I have an idea, however, you guys have to promise me two things. One, don’t hurt him, it’s my fault he’s here in the first place.”

The demons looked at one another but Diavolo had the true final say.

“Since Lucifer and Levi are relatively alright, as long as Mammon is in good health, you have my word no harm will come to him.”

“But what’s the second condition?” Barbatos asked.

Marley groaned and lazily glanced over to Lucifer and Satan.

“Someone has to hold Satan down and keep him quiet.” She sighed.

“Excuse me?!” Satan exclaimed as his eyes narrowed.

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“Are we sure this is a good idea? I don’t like the idea of using Mochi as bait.” Asmo whined from cover.

“We have no choice, she knows Nixie better than any of us. Unless you want to take her place, Asmodeus? I’m sure you would be much more appetizing to him, now wouldn’t you?” Lucifer answered while cutting a cold glare at him.

Asmo chuckled nervously and turned away from the firstborn while everyone else maintained their hiding positions around the courtyard. They held their breaths, trying to mask themselves as much as possible. The moment would have been coated in complete seriousness if it was for Marley. There she was in the center of the courtyard, back as a blubbery seal, continuously slapping her belly with her flipper.

“Ok, it’s been ten minutes, how much longer is she going to keep doing that? The echo is so bad, I can’t fall asleep.” Belphie complained.

“You shouldn’t be sleeping in the first place. We need to be aware in case she needs help. But seriously, I know how I am with animals but I’ve seen her as a seal before so why am I being singled out?” Satan openly complained.

Beel and Belphie said nothing as Levi continued to sleep soundly next to them. Barbatos then signaled the others to silence themselves as Marley suddenly stopped her drumming and stretched her neck to look behind her. Everyone remained still as they heard the sound of footsteps entering the courtyard. A multitude of eyes grew wide as they saw a large black form emerged from the shadows and approached the still seal in the center. Before Satan could make a sound, Beel wrapped him with one arm while covering his mouth with the other, leaving him muffled and restrained trying to break free.

The figure formed a large lion with polished onyx horns and black fur that occasionally shimmered faint stripes in the light of the moon. Just as sizable bat wings rested along its back and only moved as it shook its thick mane back and forth, following the movement of its scorpion tail. The entire creature was painted in the darkest of blacks except for the magenta of its eyes and the rosy gradient on the tips of its claws, blushing horns and massive stinger.

This imposing beast soon loomed over the plump yet petite seal who bounced to face him and purred as she extended her neck out as if to reach him. A snort escaped her nose in protest causing the large manticore to give her a long blink before lowering his head so she could bump his snout with her own. While the act stirred jealousy in more childish individuals, those with insight saw it as a greeting filled with an unwavering affection. From there, a series of barks and whistles filled the air as Marley conversed with her angered friend.

“Is it working?” Asmo whispered to his eldest brother.

Lucifer said nothing, realizing that Nixie hadn’t let his guard down as his stinger remained at attention while swaying ever so slightly. Suddenly, a pause came to the air as Marley finished her noise making and stared at her friend with watery eyes. Slowly, Nixie’s scorpion tail lowered and swayed back and forth, he then raised his large clawed paw, letting its shadow engulf her form before bringing it down upon her. Nearly everyone tensed up, fearing that he would crush or slash her to ribbons but instead, he retracted his claws and gently pushed down on her before batting her softly back and forth, leaving the demons confused and concerned.

“Uuh, is he going to eat her because I can’t tell what’s happening anymore.” Belphie claimed in an exhausted fashion.

“Cats do tend to play with their food before eating them but kneading is a sign of affection.” Satan claimed as he finally broke free from his younger brothers.

However, Beel kept a firm grasp on his collar while the fourth born fought his animal loving instincts from surfacing. He slowly positioned his D.D.D. so he could record the interesting behavior between the sentient animals before him. Seeing Marley balling herself up and letting him push her back and forth left the onlookers feeling a multitude of feelings but the essence of envy radiated heavily enough to stir Levi from his slumber. He stretched and groaned while his joints cracked and popped from the inactivity, leaving him to feel drained and agitated.

“What are you all leaving me out of this time?” He grumbled to himself.

Unaware of his awakening, no one stopped him from rising to his feet and twisting back and forth to work out the sleeping kinks. However, he sharply stopped as he took notice of what was happening around him, or more importantly, in front of him. A mixture of fear and jealousy filled the Avatar of Envy as he saw his favorite normie being used as a plaything to a menacing beast. While a braver demon would rush in and save her, Levi’s natural instincts kicked in as he released his trademark sound.

"Wa-Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!?" He screamed out, shattering the silence.

The sudden scream caused Beel, Belphie and Satan to jump out of their hiding spot, leaving them out in the open. Then like dominos, everyone else exposed their positions as the plan fell to pieces. Soon bickering flooded the air amongst the younger brothers and was only silenced by realizing that Nixie could see every one of them clear as day. Seeing this, Marley simply snorted out of her nose with a look of disappointment in her eyes while Nixie stared unblinkingly. Cutting the tension, Diavolo stepped forward with his arms crossed and a smile on his face.

“Well, now that we’ve all calmed down, how about we have a talk to sort everything out?”

The prince’s warm smile caused Marley to sigh lightly since things were finally de-escalating. Considering how uplifting the situation had become, she could’ve sworn that she was floating in mid-air. However, she wasn’t floating, she was being held by the scruff in the jaws of an unamused Nixie. She couldn’t tell but the manticore’s eyes reflected indifference as Diavolo’s kind offering held no effect over him. In fact, after staring at him, Nixie turned his back to Devildom’s prince and proceeded to walk away, causing Marley to drum her belly in protest. Lucifer and Barbatos flared their tempers upon seeing the blatant disrespect that was given to their lord. Diavolo, however, just stood there in astonishment.

“Did-Did he just ignore me?” He asked in genuine confusion while pointing at the departing creature.

“Maybe in this form he can’t understand intelligent speech, my lord.” Barbatos answered with a trace of mockery toward Nixie.

“I completely agree, Barbatos.” Lucifer sneered.

“Nevermind that, he’s leaving with my Mochi! He’s gonna eat her alive, so do something!” Leviathan shrieked while being restrained by a concerned Beel.

Belphie just yawned while looking disappointed at the pleading Levi.

“Calm down, if he’s really her friend, he’s not going to eat her, besides he’s not getting far looking like that.”

“Belphie’s right, we should work on corralling him since he’s looking to leave and when he finally calms down, he might turn back and we can get some actual answers.” Satan suggested while looking at the pictures of the manticore he took.

However, their relief was shoved to the side as a gust of salty air blew against their skins and the sound of seabirds filled their ears. The group turned to see a large portal that released blinding sunlight upon the demons, nearly blinding them. Once their vision returned, it was clear that the opening led to the human realm, particularly a beach filled with the sounds of various sea life.

“He can open portals…” Lucifer claimed in a quiet shock. The sense of urgency rose as Marley struggled in Nixie’s maw, barking and thrashing about, hoping that he would put her down. This caused a number of the brothers to rush to reach her. Nevertheless, Nixie remained determined as he simply looked over his shoulder at the shocked demons who froze in place. His eyes were large gemstones that glimmered with a wordless message, almost daring them to follow him if they had the nerve. While everyone else stared at the menacing beast, Leviathan kept his eyes on Marley who was still trying to wiggle herself free. After a few more thrashes, Marley huffed and puffed in exhaustion before looking toward him with large watery eyes. Sadly the moment lasted for only a few seconds as Nixie turned away and jumped through the portal, closing it behind them. The courtyard was silent, no one had words to describe what had just happened. Soon that silence was broken by the harsh and laboring breathing of Mammon who was covered in minor scratches, dirt and leaves.

“Son of…a bitch… chased me… up a tree…” He heaved out.

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Toddlers are Already Demons Pt. 2

This is the second chapter of my Demon Toddlers AU fic! Enjoy!

“Of course, Y/N, anything for a friend!” Diavolo was delighted to have an excuse to ignore the paperwork on his desk, despite the pointed look he knew Barbatos was sending his way. “What seems to be the problem?”

“Toddlers.” The demon’s brow furrows--he can’t have heard that right. “Come again?”

“The brothers seem to have been turned into toddlers. Don’t ask me how, I wasn’t home at the time. Satan, honey, if your socks are that upsetting, just take them-- No, don’t throw them at Lucifer! Dia, I really can’t handle seven toddlers on my own. I know you have a busy schedule, but I can promise adorable toddlers and my endless appreciation?” The desperation in your voice combined with the concept of getting to see a tiny version of Lucifer is all the convincing Diavolo needs. “Of course we can spare some time. Need us to bring anything?”

“Food. You know how Beel is.” He nods sympathetically. “I’ll see if we can get something together. We’ll be right over, don’t you worry.”

“Thank you so mu-- Beel, that is not food, spit that out!” The line goes quiet, and Diavolo decides he should hang up for you. “Barbatos, we’re going out! There’s an emergency situation at the House of Lamentation that requires extra hands and large amounts of food.”

When you finally hear a knock at the front door, you almost cry from relief--you actually do upon seeing the food in Barbatos’s arms. Diavolo is almost vibrating from excitement. “Where’s Lucifer?” He notices Mammon glaring at him from your arms. “Oh, it’s better than I could have ever imagined! This one is Mammon, right? He’s precious like this.”

The toddler looks mildly offended before he returns to burying his face in your shoulder. Diavolo looks undeterred by this rejection, bounding into the house in search of his close friend. You turn your attention to Barbatos. “I’m so sorry for the interruption, B, I know how busy you two are.” Barbatos gives you a tired smile, “I’m sure the young master would’ve hated to miss this opportunity. Is there anything I can do?”

“Well, Beel ate all the premade food in the kitchen. Do you think you could bake something for him? As long as he has food he’s content to help watch Belphie.”

“And Belphegor?”

“Just wants to nap.” The butler nods understandingly. “I’m sure I can occupy Beel, Y/N.” You hear a triumphant cry from down the hall, where Diavolo is holding up an embarrassed looking Lucifer who he immediately begins cooing over.

“Dia, would you help me move one of the armchairs into the kitchen for Beel and Belphie?” The future ruler of Devildom pouts in your direction. “But look at him, Y/N, he’s so small.”

“And he’ll probably still be just as small when you finish moving the chair.” He shakes his head, but puts Lucifer down--the dark-haired toddler looks resigned to this experience--and the two of you move one of the larger armchairs into the kitchen. You situate an excited Beel and a sleeping Belphie in the chair. “Can you watch your brother for me while Barbatos makes you a treat, honey?”

Beel nods as hard as he can, hugging Belphie protectively. “I can watch Bephie, yeah.” You ruffle his hair before turning to an impatient Diavolo. “Dia, would you mind reading to Satan and Lucifer? It’s about the only thing the two of them can agree on right now.”

He seems thrilled by this assignment, and you get the three of them settled on the couch. Of course, Satan immediately begins to glower over the absolute insult to his existence that is his favorite book being read to him, but you eventually get him to settle down. “Call me if he has another meltdown, Dia,” you lean in closer to whisper into his ear, “and send me any photos you take.” The demon nods at you dutifully, and you return your attention to the other three toddlers. Mammon is content to be in physical contact with you and Asmo is happy to amuse himself, but Levi…

“Do you want to play a game, Levi?”

“No.”

“Well, we could listen to music?”

“No.”

“Video games?”

“No!”

“Alright, we can just be quiet--”

“NO!” A knock at the front door stops you from tearing your own hair out, and a very confused Solomon quickly finds a toddler Levi attached to the front of legs. He looks at you, “Do I want to know?”

“No, but could you take him up to his room and watch stuff with him? You’re the first person he’s actually walked up to since I got home.” The sorcerer shrugs, lifting Levi into his arms. “Well, that was what I came over to do anyway. I’ll keep it appropriate.”

Levi pats Solomon’s hair as they approach the stairs. “Salmon.” He sighs, “Yes, Salmon’s here. Let’s do this thing.”

You feel significantly better after witnessing that interaction. This leaves you with Mammon--who just wants cuddles--and Asmo--who is happy to stand with his hands on one of the long mirrors in the house and stare at himself. However, after only a few minutes, you hear a bereft wail from the kitchen: “Y/N!”

Fearing the worst, you immediately run to the kitchen, where you find Belphie sobbing while Beel tries to comfort him, holding back tears himself. As soon as you enter, however, they both stop, still sniffling. You kiss both of them on the top of the head and promise to come check on them in a minute--Mammon’s lip starts quivering, so you give him one for good measure, but another scream from the main room has you scrambling for the door. On your way out of the kitchen, your distracted brain decides that you’d left Barbatos out, so you place a quick kiss on his cheek before running to check on Satan and Lucifer. The butler freezes, staring at his baking as his brain goes blank. It takes him a few moments to resume his task, with his cheeks a light shade of pink as he tries to ignore what just happened.

Satan has become enraged for reasons unknown, which lead to the unceremonious launching of the book Diavolo had been reading to the two toddlers--it takes a combined effort from you and Diavolo to get him to settle back down. You pick up the book, acquiring a passenger on your leg along the way as Asmo decides he’s been neglected for too long. You return the book, leaning over the back of the couch to kiss the tops of all three occupants’ heads before heading to the stairs so you can check on Levi. Diavolo watches you go with a growing grin and red-dusted cheeks before leaning over conspiratorially to Lucifer. “You don’t say anything about that to them, alright?”

Levi immediately stops making any sound as you enter the room and pointedly ignores you. Solomon gives you an exasperated look. “He missed you.”

“No!” Solomon ignores this, giving Asmodeus a once-over. “They’re all like this, then?”

“Yeah. You wouldn’t happen to know anything, would you?”

“Unfortunately, no. We’ll have to wait for them to go back to normal to find out.” He notices your crestfallen expression and hastily adds, “but if nothing changes by tomorrow, I’ll do my best to find a way to fix it.”

“Thanks, Salmon.” He rolls his eyes at the use of Levi’s mispronunciation, and you lean over to kiss the top of Levi’s head, which he endures with only a little mumbling. You hear a grumble from Mammon and, without thinking, plant a kiss on top of the nearest head of white hair before going to check on the twins again. Solomon was incredibly startled by the sudden affection and the immediate death-glare he receives from his movie-watching companion. You continue to make rounds to check on the brothers, who seem to get cranky over you being out of their sight for too long. Cheek and head kisses are frequently dispensed to mollify the toddlers—if a few miss their marks every now and then, your helpers don’t complain about it. After all, toddlers are exhausting, and you’ve been on your feet all day. No need to stress you over nothing. [Pt. 1] [Pt. 3]

#merc writes #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me fluff #obey me fic #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me x reader #gender neutral reader

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stealforreal · 2 years

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👶Babysitting adventures 2

This is the second part of our chaotic babysitting adventure

Warnings: None

Making their way to the living room Y/n look around confused, the room is empty. Well Beel is probably in the kitchen or the gym, and so those two became the next destination. When the gym and kitchen are also empty, that is when the panic begins to arise. Well Lucifer is probably in his study, so as fast as their two little legs can carry them they run towards Lucifer's study.

She didn't know what to expect when she opened the door to the study, but it was certainly not this. Lucifer's study is always tidy and full of paper, so the sight that greeted her left her stunned.

IT. WAS. CHAOS.

Papers scattered everywhere, nothing was were it should be. In the midst of all the papers were a broken desk, and a pissed off looking Lucifer. Beel was trying to contain a feral Mammon from attacking a smug looking Satan, while Belphie slept in the corner of the room unbothered by the noise. Asmo was laying across Levi on the floor in a dramatic sigh position, blocking Levi's game which had clearly agitated the 3rd born brother. Wordlessly she made her way over to the now semi awake 7th brother, plumping down next to him on the ground like a sack of potatoes which gave him a small shock.

" So what is happening here Bephie?" The sleepy demons eye widened, as he took in her current state. " Well Satan told Mammon what a scum he is for not noticing your absence, Mammon lost it and Asmo fainted. When he fainted he landed on Levi, so now Levi is stuck. Beel is containing Mammon, while Lucifer is trying to stop this chaos. I could help, but I like seeing the expression on Lucifers face" she nodded, understanding the situation. After all, these brothers weren't the easiest to handle, but they were her friends and she wouldn't want to change their behavior. It would be like changing them as people, and quite frankly it would make her stay in the devildom a lot less adventurous. " Well what happened to you, last I checked you weren't 5 years old" The demon was interested in the story, he wanted to thank who ever did this to her. She was that adorable, Belphie wanted nothing more than to cuddle and nap with the young girl.

" Oh this" She said gesturing to herself " I helped Solowon test a potion, and then end up being 5 years owld again. Solomon did say the effects will only last 24 hours, until then I can do very little and I can't cook tonight" The girl explained to the Demon beside her, who was listening closely. He couldn't take his eyes of off her, he was enchanted by her cuteness. Busy observing the chaos unfolding, she of course didn't notice. Lucifer seemed like he was about to snap, when from the corner of the room a tiny sneeze could be heard.

Everything stopped as quickly as it started, and everyone in the room turned their attention to the corner were the sneeze was heard. There in the corner of the room sat a young girl, who looked exactly like Y/n. " Uhm Y/n why'd ya look like that" Mammon was the first one to break the silence, followed by the sound of a slapping. "oww why'd ya hit me" Mammon exclaimed, whining loudly and rubbing the back of his head. " Shut up stupid Mammon, that isn't something to say to a cute girl" Asmo belittled his older brother, shocking the rest from their trance. " Y/nnnn, care to explain yourself" Lucifer glared at the little girl, impatiently tapping his food against the wooden floor. " Solowon, happened" The girl explained, pouting and crossing her arms. Everyone in the room, had internal urges to hug the cute girl.

" Does that mean I won't get your cooking tonight" Beel asked disappointed, as his stomach let out a loud growl agreeing with it's owner. She nodded and walked over to Beel, hugging his leg as best as she could. Before she almost reached his shoulder, but right now she only reached to about his hip. Beel patted her head, before Satan proposed that they eat out tonight. Only Lucifer disagreed not wanting to jeopardize Diavolo's and his hard work, also the meal was probably going to be payed out of his pocket.

They made their way down the street, getting a few looks here and there but nothing outrageous. Along the way Y/n was slowly falling behind, her little legs couldn't keep up with the tall full grown demons. "Oi get on, yer slowing us down" Mammon said crouching down in front of her, a light blush dusting his cheeks. The rest of the brothers all silently shook their head at the 2nd born's tsundere side, but said nothing as he was right she was slowing them down a bit. The girl got on Mammon's back, hugging his neck with her tiny arms.

The dinner was surprisingly not a disaster, but the cause was simple really. All the brothers were busy staring at the cute little girl eating, and talking to whom ever wasn't eating in that specific moment. Nobody in the restaurant said anything about the little girl sitting with the 7 lords of hell, they would like to keep their lives thank you very much. On the way home however, things got interesting. After they left the restaurant, the girl was bouncing off the walls. None of the brothers had the heart to tell her no, so she had gotten to eat A LOT of desert. Even if her company consists of demons, even they had trouble containing the little one on a sugar rush.

She was running around them, in front of them and between Beel's legs. She excitedly ran up to random demons, asking rapidfire questions and Lucifer had to come get her and apologize to the poor confused demons. Much to Lucifers reluctance the only way to keep her from running away, was to keep her in a close vicinity. Demons turned their head, Lucifer the Avatar of pride was holding hands with a little girl, nobody could have imagined that.

First thing the hyper active child did when they got home, was sprint to the living room and jump on the couch. The tired demon brothers following after her, settling on the couch beside her they decided to watch a movie. Since none of the movies were rated child friendly, to Levi's delight they ended up seeing an anime. Not long after the anime started almost everyone was out cold, and left back was the heartwarming scene. The little girl cuddled protectively against Beel, also doubling as a small teddy for Belphie. Mammon in front of the sofa leaning back at the sofa, one of the little girl's hands in his hair. The rest were all spread out, and yet they had nestled together creating a protective circle of sorts around the child.

Lucifer watched the scene fondly, he was the only one who opted out. He had gone back after finishing his paperwork, to check on his siblings and make sure the living room was still intact. As much as he enjoyed seeing the scene in front of him, when Y/n woke up an returned to normal he was going to lecture her. But for now he picked up a blanket, and put it over the little girl. before returning back to his study.

Previous chapter: Here

#part 2 #obey me #lucifer obey me #mammon obey me #leviathan obey me #satan obey me #asmodeus obey me #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #child reader

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thenextchapter22 · 3 years

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Virgin No More

Description: Reader is a virgin and masturbates a ton. The boys tease her and then Asmodeus fucks her and makes her not a virgin anymore

Warnings: NSFW, Squirting, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, First Time Sex, Masturbation, Cunnilingus

Pairing(s): Asmodeus/Reader

Word Count: 8,004

Link to my AO3: Click Here

Author’s Notes: I really hope you enjoy this, I had tons of fun writing it :)

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There was nothing like waking up horny after having wonderful dreams and vigorously masturbating. You couldn’t help yourself, living with 7 incredibly handsome demons did things to your virgin body that just hadn’t ever happened before. Imaging Lucifer’s dark red eyes above you or his velvet voice urging you to be a good girl, or Asmodeus’ charm actually working on you and having him touch you all over and do the same back to him. Or, one of your favorite dreams, Beel and Belphie fucking you together, but this one started out with Beel licking your pussy and getting you wet and prepared for their cocks.

You gasped, flicking over your clit just imagining it again. The sheets were sticking to you as you touched your body in all the ways you liked to be touched as a thin gleam of sweat covered your body from the excitement. Softly you rubbed over your labia with your middle and index finger, circling, then they entered your vagina with a wet squelch. Using your thumb to press your clitoris as you stretched your inner walls you plunged as deep as you could go. Fuck it felt so good. You pictured it was Satan above you, his demanding voice telling you to go deeper and deeper. As your other hand gripped the edge of the bed you lifted your back off it and rocked your hips into your hand.

You couldn’t remember the last day you hadn’t touched yourself. It was about a week ago or more. Your finger was probably useless in the future for anything like finger prints because you had definitely rubbed your clit one too many times.

Back arching as you reached your limit, you shut your eyes, picturing Lucifer looming above you, commanding you to cum with his wings and horns on show, magic rippling around the both of you. Tremors overcame you, lights dancing in your tightly closed eyes, and your body rocked out the orgasm until you fell on to the bed, fully sated.

“Fuck yes,” you sighed, taking your hand out from under the sheets. It was sticky from your own fluids, and so was the bedding. You were a squirter and really should have put a towel down but oh well.

It was time to get ready for the day now. You got dressed in a comfortable pair of black leggings and a soft flowing short-sleeved blue blouse with flowers. Then you curled your hair just so it had some shape and put in some stud earrings and some light make up, blush and lip stick and eye liner with soft pink eye shadow and minimal mascara. Finally a pair of flats to wear for the day.

There was not school for two days so you happily strolled to breakfast, ready to eat whatever Beel made as it was his turn. He always thought of you and made really good human food. The others tried, but he did the best out of all of them.

The atmosphere was bright in the dining room and as soon as you came in they all greeted you with good mornings. You said the same back and took your seat between Mammon and Leviathan, excited to see pancakes and bacon and jams alongside their own types of breakfast foods.

The only one not in the room was Belphie. As you said this, he came in, taking a seat beside his twin opposite you and Mammon. It was the typical seating arrangement, but usually you took whatever seat was open, and Mammon was pretty upset whenever you didn’t sit by him at breakfast so you made sure to do it often.

Belphegor looked at you and you waited for his good morning that always came in a yawn, but then he said something else entirely. “Could you please stop doing that so often? It’s been days and I can’t get any sleep with your pheromones lurking in the halls so damned early,” Belphie complained. He put his head down on the table atop his pillow, and shut his eyes.

You turned bright red, and you dropped your fork to the plate of pancakes. It clattered and the sound echoed the room. “W-what?”

Satan snickered at you childishly from where he sat beside Levi. “What he meant was your masturbation marathon, kitten. We’ve been wondering when it will end.”

“Yeah, it’s been hard on me too!” Asmo said with a pout, between Belphie and Lucifer at the head of the table. “I love the smell and it makes me feel amazing and super refreshed but goodness you really need to get fucked, my dear. A good dick will make all the difference, how about it?”

Mammon hollered at Asmo while you sat there, in shock. The white-haired demon slammed his hands on the table and screamed across the long table, looking at Satan and Asmo as he screamed. “Hey, stop it! Enough talk about dick! She doesn’t deserve this, okay?! Fuck you all!”

Levi was bright red beside him. “Y-yeah! Th-th-this is not something we should be talking about!”

You vaguely noticed Lucifer as he nodded twice. He stared down the three demons responsible, and said, “Yes, I agree. This is not appropriate talk during breakfast. It will cease now.”

“Whatever.” Bephie rolled his eyes, and Beel looked at him very disappointedly.

Your chest ached. Your eyes burned. Before you knew it, you were gone from the table. Everyone was shouting at you, but you ignored them all as you ran to an empty room. It held a couple chairs and a couch as well as an empty fireplace, but not much else. You turned on the lights and stood there, facing away from the doorway to stare at the brick wall.

There was no school today. It was Saturday. You had planned on studying with Satan but now…

You sobbed into your arms, embarrassed and upset and feeling dirty. You really should have known that living in a house with literal demons that had heightened senses would mean they could sense your personal activities. But it hurt how they teased you. That could have been handled better. You were only human and had needs, too, and they should have understood how it would feel to be called out on touching yourself like that. Stupid Belphie, stupid Satan, stupid Asmo. You hated them.

The door was opened behind you. You turned sharply, and saw Asmo come in, shutting the door behind him.

“What?” you asked. “Come to make fun of me?”

Asmo shook his head, seeming pitiful in his stance. “My dear, we were only teasing,” he said with apologetic eyes. “It’s a natural thing to do and we didn’t mean any harm by what we said to you.”

You sniffled and wiped over your face which was no doubt red and splotchy. “You didn’t ha-have to be so rude about it. I’m sorry for being innocent, okay? It’s not like anyone would want… me…” you said, gesturing to your body.

Asmo gasped. “Love, you are so wrong about that. I want you every day.” He stepped closer, backing you up in the room. His eyes roamed over your body that still trembled from being verbally harassed. “I want you so badly, I’ve made that clear, have I not? And hearing you each morning and night experience such pleasure at your own hands makes me want to give you even more with my own.”

You inhaled sharply, face burning red. “A-Asmo!”

He grinned like a shark, eyes flashing with lustful power. “Oh how I wish I could charm you, my dear, then you would truly see. But alas, I will just have to show you in other ways how much I want you.”

“I-I don’t…”

“Shhh,” he said, finally backing you up into the wall, and you hit it with a gasp and a grunt. His arms surrounded you, and he wasn’t as tall as Beel but he still leaned down to look you in the eyes. “Let me take care of you, please your lovely body. Can I do that… for you?”

You stared at him, his luscious lips, his burning desire-filed eyes. You felt his warmth and smelt his cologne, fruity and delicate. This was like a fantasy. Were you dreaming?

“Well, my darling?” he asked, hot breath burning your cheek. His lips brushed ever so on your face. “Can I touch you, can I feel your beautiful body against mine? Will you allow me to give you great pleasure?”

You whimpered, almost falling down the wall. He giggled and caught you in his arms, holding you up by an arm around your waist. Your head was down, so he titled it up with one long elegant finger beneath your chin, and his face was inches away, eyes looking intently at you.

“So delicate. But I can only guess, not as innocent as others may think, am I right?” You were going to shake your head, but he grabbed your chin in between his fingers and said, “Well? I’m not letting you go until I get an answer…” Asmo tapped gently at your lips with his manicured index finger. “I’m not so patient, my dear.”

You thought. And thought and thought and thought. This should be easy right? Just say yes, and Asmo, the Lust avatar, would make you feel amazing of course. He was the embodiment of pleasure. Narcissistic, but still he had to make his lovers feel great, otherwise they would not come back to him nor would he have so many admirers. And your dreams of his touch, his naked figure on top your own, lithe and powerful and gorgeous, was no longer just that. He was going to make dreams reality. He was going to make you feel good.

You were a virgin, but not an idiot.

So it was easy after all to say, “Yes.”

Asmodeus grinned again. “Well well, then, my darling little virgin. Let’s play, shall we?”

You took the hand he offered, and he led you away to his room. He kissed your hand as he felt it shake and his smile softened. “Don’t worry your pretty little human head. I’ll take good care of you! Oh, were going to have so much fun!”

You knew he meant that. Asmo was never anything but kind to you (when you didn’t count the beginning of your stay when mostly all of the demon brothers hated you, until you proved to them you were not some weak human and could get through almost anything, even death).

“Come inside my room, little lamb,” he said, tugging you into his room. He shut the door, and caged you in his arms with a hug, rocking you back and forth like soothing an upset child. It was sudden, but not unwanted. He obviously could sense your nervousness.

You relaxed into it, and he stroked your locks. His hands were warm and comforting as they circled down your back and up again, and he hummed a nonchalant tune in your ear. Then, he plucked off your bra like it was nothing, and you gasped and froze in his grip as it was flung across the room behind you both.

He just laughed in your ear. “I am very skilled at that.”

“Yeah, I can see,” you said in shock.

He laughed again. His hands gripped your upper arms and he looked at you. “Let’s see… how about we get you more comfortable, yes? Into my closet! I’ve got just the thing!”

You, once again, were tugged along. His closet was… an entire bedroom basically, shelfs and rows of clothes and shoes and coats and scarfs. “Wow.” It was like a rich woman’s room. So many colors and textures. Your fingers ran over the clothes as Asmo dragged you deeper into the fabric tunnel.

“Here we are!” He let go of you only to grab you once again. “Change into this, and I’ll be waiting for you.” He winked as he dropped some stuff in your hands. “It makes it more fun!” and he stepped away, back out of the closet.

You stood there, dumfounded. The clothes you were given were… not many at all. It was a dress, stockings, and wow that was a very thin pair of underwear. String, honestly. You sighed, but nodded. You could do this. This was everything you had ever wanted and more. Gather some courage and if you did that, you would no longer be a virgin. Getting fucked by the Avatar of Lust as your first time was honestly pretty unbelievable.

“Okay, yes, I can do this,” you mumbled as you started stripping your clothes off. Just thinking that Asmo was waiting for you to come out in the clothes he picked made you start to feel hot.

Eventually you stood in only your panties as he had already taken off your bra. Then, off with the underwear you wore, simply colored light blue with little white flowers. You slipped on the thin gown, it barely reached the edge of your ass. It was a white lace baby doll with a sheer lace neckline with a scalloped trim. Thin spaghetti straps with a satin waist tie with bow accent. You did like the bow, because you loved anything with a bow. You also liked the bottom of the skirt where flower patterns in lace traveled up just enough to hide the sheerness of the rest of the gown. There was also a matching white thong to go with it and you put that on, feeling the string of it slip between your folds and your ass cheeks.

Honestly, you had no idea why he wanted you to change clothing. Maybe because Asmo wanted to dress you up like he always did. Or, you thought more deeply, he finally had the chance to see you in sluttier and sexier clothing, and that he would have the chance to take it off of you.

You felt really good in this outfit, actually. Sexy and soft, a bit cold but that was fine. You felt yourself over with your hands, nerves tingling as your fingers ran across your nipples and down to your hips over the soft fabric.

Taking a deep breath, you readied yourself. It was time to show him your new look.

You came out of the closet, shy and head bowed. You held an arm across your chest and used one hand to pull the bottom of the nightie down. Standing at the edge of the closet entrance you waited for him to say something.

“Ahh, a beautiful angel is in my room. I can’t wait to defile her~”

Your face flushed deep red at his words. “A-asmo, I—” And you looked up then to see him sitting on his bed now. He lounged back against his plethora of pillows. He had changed into a new outfit, one that was sans a shirt and only skin tight black pants. His legs spread wide, one leg propped up with his arm hanging over it.

He smirked at you, and used a long finger to curl towards himself, inviting you over. He tilted his head and licked his lips. “Why don’t you put on a show for me, hmm?”

“A-a show?”

He nodded, giggling. “Dance, shimmy your hips, but do it seductively.”

“You’re teasing me again,” you whined, pushing your legs together. You felt the thong rub your labia and become damp.

He moaned, and the sound went right to your core. “Yes, but it makes you feel good, doesn’t it?”

You slowly nodded your head in response. Because he was right. Your pussy was leaking, and the thin piece of cloth pressed up against your clit and it felt so good. Squeezing together your thighs as subtly as you could, you held back a whimper.

“Don’t hide your sounds from me,” he said knowingly. “I want to hear them all from those pretty lips!”

You walked closer to him, until you stood at the edge of his bed. You didn’t know what to do, so you just stood there, biting your lip. You were so unsure of what to do and what to say. Having fantasies and dreams were different, you could do whatever you wanted and didn’t have to feel so embarrassed about it. Not like you had control in your dreams, but still.

Asmo sighed. “All right, my sweet, come here,” he cooed, opening his arms for you. “Let me hold you, I want to feel you in my arms in that sexy little number.”

You crawled on the bed, forever red in the face, and he watched every inch of you as you did. Hands and knees, careful not to let your breasts fall loose by sticking your belly downward and thus sticking your ass up. He pulled you into his chest, your face pressed into the crevasse of his shoulder and neck while your arms snuck over his shoulders. He smelled so good it made you feel even hotter. Your breasts pushed against his abs, and your stiff nipples hidden beneath thin material rubbed against his hard bare chest. You couldn’t stop yourself from exhaling heatedly on his skin.

“You look so beautiful, baby. I’m so glad to have you in my embrace.”

His hand came to rest over the swell of your ass, the other wandering around your inner thigh. Being bare all aside from the thong made you feel dirty and fantastic. You shimmed a bit, and he made a happy sound. His fingers pulled the string like a rubber band to snap, and you cried out from the yanking it did to your pussy.

His smooth voice moaned into your ear, fingers on your thigh scratching a bit, causing you to grit your teeth from the painful pleasure. “I want to get my fingers inside of you, make you suck them clean of your own juices. You’re leaking all over, my dear.”

You sobbed into his shoulder. “Please,” you begged.

“Hnnn, yes, beg for me more, I want to hear you.”

“Can I—” and you stopped yourself, embarrassed to ask.

He stroked your hair back, kissed your temple. “No, no, don’t hide what you want. I’m here to make you feel good and I want you to tell me what that is. What do you want, just tell me, darling, and I’ll provide.”

You shivered. “Can you kiss me?”

He said nothing to it, only maneuvering the both of you until you sat on your knees in front of him. His hand rested on your lower back, soothing thumb rubbing in circles on the small of it. Looking at him from beneath thick lashes, you waited.

“Darling,” he whispered, reaching to cup your cheek. He kissed like you were a delicate flower, and you were. His tongue never came into play surprisingly. He played with your lips like he was eating a slice of an orange, suckling your bottom into his mouth and moaning like he got all the right flavors out. His hand held your face still, and you leaned as far in as you could, eyes closed softly, head tilted upward to meet him. It was slow and gentle and sweet, his lips melding seamlessly with yours.

“So perfect for me,” he murmured, thumb stroking your cheekbone. “I want to devour you.”

You looked at him, feeling debauched from just a simple kiss, while he looked the same, a hint of red to his cheeks and shine to his lips. Yours no doubt had the same shine and you licked them, feeling wetness.

“Then do it,” you said with false bravado.

He chuckled almost darkly. “Am I already corrupting you?” he teased.

“Maybe you are,” you said back.

He kissed you again, a soft peck of lips. “I want to kiss you everywhere.” He wasn’t soft then, his hands reaching to cup your tits. You moaned and pushed up into them, almost gifting your breasts to him. He squeezed them, and thumbed your nipples.

“Ah-hhaa,” you exhaled, cheeks reddening and lashes fluttering. You rocked forward, pleasuring yourself with the motion, squeezing your ass cheeks to tighten the string against you. Your thighs were together to hide what would be your pussy bare for him to see.

“Are you making yourself feel good?” he cooed, pinching your nipples and tugging. You gasped, jaw dropping. “I see your hips moving, my dear. I think you should rock against something more… sturdy.”

He lifted you up around your waist, and you squealed in shock, while he simply laughed. You were put on his extended leg on your knees, then, and your pussy was pressed directly onto it. It was a pressure so sudden and wonderful. Your head shot back and your hands gripped the bedding on either side of you in tight curled hands. “Ahh~”

He held your hips, and strongly, too. His fingers encasing either side of you and he shoved his leg up to put more force against you. “Such a gorgeous site, you pleasuring yourself on me.”

You shook your head, overwhelmed, breathing heavily. “Asmo, please, let me—”

“Let you what?” he asked innocently, head titled.

Move, you wanted to say. But he held you still, and just looked at you in glee. Your pussy throbbed on his leg and you wondered if he could feel it through his thin tight pants.

“Do you want to move against me, use me like a toy?”

“Yes, yes, I do!”

He let you go, and you moved immediately. Unashamed and needy. Motions of back and forth, occasional side to side, circles then. Chasing the shocks of pleasure brought to your clit and labia.

“Look at you go. Does it feel so good?” He wiggled his leg, and you cried out. “I love watching you let loose, this is an entirely different side of you I completely adore~”

You weren’t paying attention, lost in the pleasure. Having him watch you use him to feel the occasional brush against your clit was extremely arousing. The embarrassment of it turned you on, too. He was feeling you up while you rocked on him. His fingers trailing over your upper arms, into the dip of your neck. Goosebumps arose where he left phantom touches.

“Asmo, I-I want, I need to—” you exhaled through your nose, teeth grit and lips pushed out in concentration.

“I know, you want to cum so badly, don’t you?” he whined sympathetically.

You nodded and agreed, “yeah...”

“Well, I won’t stop you, my dear.”

And you let go, pressing hard down against his pant leg and shimmying your hips to ignite that fire in your belly. Your head tossed back so far your neck ached as you came with a jolt, moaning deeply. Clit pulsating, pussy clenching around nothing but a thin string. Knowing he was watching you, letting you complete the sparking pleasure by keeping still, simply holding your hips while you rode him like a cowgirl would a bull, there was no way to describe the desire you felt.

You panted, relaxing your body and head once the fire simmered down. Slumped almost, tired from the loud orgasm you just had. You swallowed hard, and exhaled, feeling sweat built on your body cooling from the exertion of chasing your completion.

Asmo hummed, stroking his fingers over your burning cheeks. “You got my pants soaked, lovely.”

“S-sorry…”

“It’s all right. I didn’t think you’d be such a… leaker…” he winked.

“Hnng, please….” He was so embarrassing. Your body was spent, but it was as if you knew this wasn’t the end because you were just waiting for him to do more, and he waited for you to come down fully from the high.

He carefully lifted you up to set you between his legs. You whimpered at the motion, any movement causing stinging pleasure to spark down below. “I think you should get naked, what do you say?”

You whined. Just as you guessed. Well, he did say he was going to fuck you, and that was definitely not fucking. You basically used him like a dog would, and it made your insides burn, like an ember wanting to burst into a new fire. You glanced to his crotch and saw he was bulging and hard, and it had to be painful to be keeping his cock encased in leather for so long without release.

“I-I guess…”

He pouted at you. “I want to see all of you. Especially that leaking little pussy.”

You gasped at his words, feeling more juices dribble from your inner core onto the bedding. “S-stop, I can’t…”

“You can’t help it, hmm? This innocent part of you is getting so wet, it’s ready to be played with. That’s a good thing, my dear. I’ll touch it and fill it with my fingers and tongue and make you cum hard enough that you just might pass out. Then, I’ll fill you with my cock.”

Fuck, yes. This was everything you had dreamed of, and he was going to give it to you. “Please…”

“Shhh, just take off the clothes, my sweet, and I’ll make you feel even more pleasure,” he promised.

His words made your entire body clench. Yes, the flame was on full blast again. So you sat back on your knees, and exhaled. Eyes closed, you lifted up the bottom of the lingerie and pulled it up, tossed it across the room. You then held your breasts in each hand, looking to the side to avoid his gaze.

He did not hesitate to turn your head back to look directly into his eyes. He kissed you again, his tongue dipping to press to yours for a quick moment, your instinct to follow it with your own making him sigh happily. He breathed against your mouth, “stunning. You’re so stunning, sweetheart.”

He placed you back against the pillows in a quick motion, and once you re-oriented yourself you saw he was in full demonic form above you. His pink-tipped horns and leathery wings, and his eyes were bright with Lust. He was beautiful. The embodiment of it honestly.

You didn’t even register you were no longer holding your tits until he reached out to brush his hands across your belly and tickle upwards. You blushed, fingers twitching, wanting to hide but knowing he really wanted to see your nude body.

He smirked, and the energy in the room grew heated. “Are you ready for my tongue on your pussy, angel?”

You squirmed for a moment, feeling the thong cooling and wet against your lower lips counter act with the new pooling heat building within you. “'m ready.”

“For what, exactly?”

You glared at him. “Asmo…”

“Hush, you can say it, I believe in you,” he said with a sweet kiss to your forehead. “One sentence and I will make your body feel so good~”

You wanted him desperately. You had to say it.

As you spoke, you felt a blush cover your entire body. “Please, Asmo, I’m ready for your tongue on my… on my pussy.”

“Good girl.”

Asmo knelt down to kiss your bare stomach. His hands carefully pulled your thighs apart, and you resisted for a moment. He glanced up at you, and smiled softly, encouraging with his pretty face that he would be good to you. And that you knew already. So you let go, and his face was inches from your core, your thighs trembling.

“Let’s get this off you first,” he said, tugging the string against your hip with his finger. It snapped like magic (probably was magic) and he pulled it away, the feeling of it sliding against you causing a squirm. You were totally nude. Naked all for him.

He inhaled deeply, shivering hungrily. “Mmm, you smell so delicious. I need to taste you now.”

His tongue flickering on your clit was a shock even with his words. It made you gasp, and your hands automatically gripped his head of hair that was between your legs, then your fingers slipped to grasp his horns which were warm, feeling the smoothness and ridged edges between your digits.

He moaned as you tugged on him, speaking around your wetness, “Keep doing that, hold me here to lick you open.”

You cried out when he flickered his tongue against the sensitive nub between your folds. His hands pulled you open by your inner thighs so he could really get in there, press against your labia and lick upwards to then suckle your clit between his lips, and as he did so he made soft sounds that added vibrations. It was incredible what he was doing to you with his tongue, flickering it and flattening it in all the right spots.

“Asmo, feels good,” you panted, shoving him further into you. He did ask for it after all.

“Baby, you taste so good,” he moaned.

Spreading your thighs spread so wide it burned from the ache and pushing your body up into his mouth, it wasn’t long before you felt yourself closing in on another orgasm. You tried to let him know but he was seemingly uncaring of it. He hummed against your folds and suckled your clit with his mouth. His tongue was warm and wet. He was deep into giving you pleasure so you focused on climbing higher and higher, but you wanted this to last, too, so you tried to keep the pleasure at the highest point before you crashed down.

Eventually your hands let go of his horns, slipping through is silky locks and down to your own body to play with your own breasts, your nipples were rock hard and aching so you tugged them and moaned. You looked down at Asmo while he ate you out, and it was so hot to watch his head bob around between your legs. What a sight to see, the Lust avatar licking your most intimate parts.

He stopped for a quick moment when he heard you moan, and smirked with a sheen on his lips, “You look so gorgeous tugging your little nipples, darling,” he said, squeezing your thighs.

“You’re more gorgeous,” you blurted out, and blushed, keeping your hands on your breasts but feeling a little shy about it.

He laughed, “You’re so cute,” he then went back to lick more.

You wanted it to last, the feeling of his tongue on you. So you kept your own orgasm at bay a little more, delaying your own gratification just to hold onto the wondrous things he was doing to your vagina. If only you could stay like this forever, feeling this great until you died. What a fantastic thought. You never wanted this to end.

After a few minutes of getting his spectacular tongue, he kissed your inner thigh and spoke sweetly, “Darling, while I love how well you are doing at holding back, and that’s definitely something I would really like to explore, the sooner you cum, the sooner I can get inside of you.”

He was right, and it was getting to difficult anyways. You let yourself reach peak, it wasn't difficult with how close you had been, and came once again. This time with a powerful spurt across his face. Your entire body was red with embarrassment, but the pleasure coursing through you kept you from speaking. You glanced down to see him licking his lips, his cheeks and lips coated in a shimmer of almost clear white. Your own body’s juices, all over Asmo’s face.

He smirked at you, his wings fluttering. He was literally glowing. The pink tips of his horns seemed brighter. “My, you’re so sweet to give me such a lovely present.” He wiped a finger across his cheek, collected some of your fluids, and seductively sucked his finger. With a wet pop, his finger left his perfect ‘O’ mouth and he did this a few times while you just lay there, still coming down from the high, watching with awe, until he was clean again.

He leaned over you and kissed you, and you kissed back eagerly, tasting yourself on his tongue. It was a sour sweet taste, melding with his own candy sweet tongue. He hummed and moaned. The taste of you made your body tingle, it was a dirty kind of sexy.

Once he was done giving you the taste of your pussy on your tongue, he leaned back on his heels and rubbed his fingers delicately across your skin wherever he could touch you. Your legs, chest, stomach, your face, he did this while you calmed down from your second orgasm. The gesture was really sweet and you ended up smiling goofy at him at one moment, and he chuckled.

“Are you with me?”

You nodded. “Yeah…”

The back of his fingers ran across your ribs, back and forth, and he watched them and asked, “Do you want my cock now, dear?”

“Y-yes...”

“Wonderful~”

Undressing the rest of the way, so just his pants tore off (he didn’t wear underwear), he was totally nude in no time. His body was erotic personified. He was basically putting himself on show for you, as was his personality, so you took the chance to really look at his sexy body while he sat there, letting you stare at him.

The heart patterns on his skin stood out, darker at the edges and very bright in the center, as if they absorbed magic from your orgasms and fueled him. His whole body was pure art. Strong, lean, sexual art. His wings were something out of a storybook with fairies, dark fairies maybe, and they fluttered ever so often like he was a dog wagging his tail. Your heart beat faster as your gaze moved down his chest to his cock. No hair, thick, long, and his cockhead was red with pre-cum leaking at the tip, ready to be touched, or ready to be stuffed inside you.

“Do you like what you see, darling? Can you picture me filling you up?” he teased, his hand gripping his shaft, pumping it slowly.

What a sight that was. You swallowed loudly as he did this a few times before realizing he asked a question so you replied with a single, “Yes.”

He was totally right. You imagined him entering you, stretching you apart with the mushroom head of his weeping cock. Your pussy was drooling for him, clenching around nothing, aching from earlier activities but yearning for more. The permanent blush on your face was a clear indicator of your eagerness for him to fuck you.

“Let’s get you ready~” He was ecstatic, but you were nervous, biting your lip and squirming a little. “It’s all right. Lay back now, sweetie, get comfortable for me. Relax, you’re going to feel so good when I get my cock in you.”

You did as he said, and relaxed back. You threw your arm over your eyes, nervous, blocking out the rooms dim lighting and the chance he could see your face red and cringing. Your body was overstimulated but you found yourself needing more, needing his cock like he promised you. But the embarrassment of him sticking his cock inside of you, while incredibly hot, was also scary. You never had anything more than some toys or fingers before all this.

“All right hon, keep these legs wide open for me,” he said, tapping your thighs.

You spread them open, heart beating faster. You could feel him inching closer to your dripping core, and you held your breathe for a few seconds and exhaled shakily. You wanted this, desperately, but why couldn’t you just snap your fingers and have it over with so he could fuck you senseless already.

Asmo rubbed your leg, cooing at you as he did. “Take a few deep breaths, it’s all okay. Can I see your pretty face, pretty please?”

You dropped the arm from across your face, but still kept looking above you instead of at him.

“There she is, my gorgeous girl,” he said happily, squeezing your thigh with his large warm hand.

He didn’t do anything for a few moments, and you heard something snap, a bottle popping open. Suddenly his fingers pressed to your entrance, wet and cold. Your body tensed up and you began whimpering, unable to stop the sounds from escaping you.

“Shhh. I’ve got to stretch you open with lube, dear, your own juices just aren’t enough.”

Oh fuck. He was right, but did he have to say it like that? “Okay…”

He giggled at your blushing cheeks. “So cute!”

Your hands clawed the sheets as he stuffed his fingers inside of you, and it was cold for a moment but then warm, and he was pumping them in and out slowly, dragging them across your inner walls.

“You’re leaking all over my hand, it’s so fucking hot. I never knew you were such a leaker, sweetie, it’s so rare and lovely to watch my fingers get coated in your lovely juices.”

“Ah~ Asmo, stop talking like that,” you begged, feeling warmed lube and your body’s fluids trickle from your hole.

He giggled. “Aw, I think you love it, my dear. Your pussy gets so tight around my fingers when I say naughty things.”

“Nnngg, please,” you babbled.

He pressed his third finger in after a few minutes of the two pulling you open, and you grit your teeth as he did so up to his knuckle, twisting and pulling you apart. It burned your entrance, while his fingertips pressed against your puffy wet insides, stroking, soothing the sting.

“I know it hurts, but I promise it’ll feel better soon.”

He did this for several minutes, the wet squelching the only sound aside from your panting and gasping. Eventually you started to feel good, the burning pain turning up the heat inside your belly. You started begging for more, asking for him to fuck you.

“Asmo, fuck me, please, I’m ready.”

“Not yet, my sweet. I want to make sure your totally stretched for my cock~”

You half sobbed, gripping the sheets in your hand. Your hips wiggled, and he held onto your thigh to keep you still. You almost growled in anger. “Asmo!”

“Impatient, are we?” He was acting mischievous and you hated him for it.

You were ready, you knew it. “Please,” you sniffled out this time, batting your lashes at him.

He took pity on you, or you really were fully prepared to how he wanted you. “All right, my dear,” he lubed up his cock. His hand slid up and down his shaft, and his face was in ecstasy while he did, his cock not having gotten much attention. You wondered what he looked like while masturbating, he had to look so fucking sexy touching himself. Did he deny himself, or did he cum over and over? The thought had your body shivering, and he chuckled like he knew exactly what you were imagining. He felt your desire, so maybe he did.

“Here we go,” he said, lining his well-lubed dick against your stretched open leaking hole, grinning as he did, his leather wings fluttering. Slowly, he pushed inside of you, and it burned at first like his fingers initially did. He exhaled once the tip was fully inside, and you tossed your head back, waiting for him to stuff you to the brim with his cock. He slid in deeper, halfway about, and his length throbbed inside your wet slickness, your pussy doing the same.

“So tight and wet, I love this feeling.” He took your hips in his hands, lifting you upward just off the bed so your ass was barely brushing the sheets. Gasping as he did, you fumbled to grip onto the bedding with your hands. “I’m going to fuck you so good you’re not going to do anything but come to me from now on. I'm the only one who can give this to you, the only one who is allowed to fuck this tight hot pussy.”

“Ahh, Asmo…. Hnngg!” You cried out as he fully entered you, breaking your inner wall. It stung, a sharp pain that was just as bad as you thought it would be. You tasted copper in your mouth even though you were not bleeding.

He leaned over you and kissed under your teary eyes, fingers stroking your hips comfortingly. “It’s all right, take your time. You tell me when, love,” he whispered.

Your chest ached. Your core was sensitive. But you calmed down with him touching you, speaking nonsense adorations. Really feeling him surrounding you inside and out helped, focusing on his cock, warm and thick, pulsating. He wanted to move but would wait for you, and you did not want to wait any longer.

“Move, Asmo, I want to feel you move in me,” you panted out. You tilted your head to meet his mouth, and he kissed you happily, and started to move his hips.

Slowly at first he fucked you so you could get used to him. His cock tugged and pushed your inner walls, never fully exiting but stretching your opening as he slipped back into you until his balls rested just so against you. His cock fit wonderfully, pressed perfectly to that special spot deep inside of you to cause a sharp tingle throughout your body.

“Faster, please,” you asked, licking your dry lips.

He hummed, “Whatever you want, my sweet.”

The quick and sharp thrusts were fantastic. He hit all the right spots, curved your body to meet his in a seamless fit. Your hands were all over him and he loved it, arching into each touch you gave him, whether it was his horns, chest, or hair. He was so hot and firm, and you loved feeling the motions as he fucked you.

You pressed your face into his chest, gripping his shoulders, drooling on him without care. You were bent into him as he slammed his cock deep into you, tour nipples dragged over his firm burning skin. You didn’t hold back the sharp gasps or sudden moans when he hit your mass of tissue that gave of great waves of brilliant pleasure.

“Asmo, feels so good,” you cried out.

“You’re amazing,” he said, pounding you harder. “I want to feel you cum and clench this slick pussy around me.”

After coming so many times already, could you do it once more? Yes, you had to. When would you get this chance again, your first time, and with Asmodeus. You never wanted anything more than him right then. You desperately wanted to cum on his cock.

You pushed against him, following his movements. Push and pull, hips to hips, and wet and messy kissing to go along with it all from an awkward angle of you tilting your head up to meet his enthusiastic mouth. The motions got harder and faster, your body would no doubt be bruised tomorrow. Perhaps you had wanted a gentler first time, but right then, the roughness was something you craved. The rougher the better, and the closer you got to feeling another orgasm approaching.

“Asmo, ‘m so hot,” your fingernails clipped his skin as you clung to him.

“Oh, baby, I feel your desire for me, it’s so good, so sexy.” He bit your ear, tugging it, and you cried out, tightening around his cock.

Your body was tense, toes curling and muscles taught. The room was burning hot and sweat was dripping on your skin as you both moved together to reach an explosive ending.

“Do you want me to touch your clit, my dear? Will that help you cum around me?”

You nodded frantically, “Please, yes, touch me!”

“Hmm, where am I touching you again?” he teased.

You grabbed his horns and pulled yourself up more to stare into his eyes, and you did so with intensity. You had no time for games, you wanted to cum again. “Touch my clit, Asmodeus, so I can cum on your beautiful cock.”

He grinned devilishly and kissed you roughly, the hands previously holding your hips now gripped either side of your face for him to clash his teeth with your own, your body dropping down to the bed and causing as sharp painful pleasure to ignite in your pussy. “I’ve created a horny monster,” he laughed around your lips. "I love it."

You fell back onto the bed, and he crawled over you, his cock twitching inside you. He found a new rhythm, and watched your face as he fucked you.

He looked at your breasts and said firmly, “Pinch those nipples for me.”

You did, and as you touched your pert nipples, his finger found your clitoris and rubbed over it. It was nearly numb, and so swollen and wet, but the pressure aided you and gave you more to add to the list of pleasure spots being stimulated on your entire body. Your nipples tugged by your own hands, your pussy filled by his dick bumping your G-spot, and your clit was being stroked with his skilled finger. It was too much at once to handle.

“I-I’m gonna—”

Euphoria fell over you. Your hands reached up to grip his horns and your legs pulled him into you, almost keeping him seated inside while he pulled your orgasm from your body with his thick cock hitting your spot at the same time his thumb pressed against your clit. Your mouth opened wide, no sound came out, only hot puffs of air, and your hips uncontrollably thrusted as you chased the pleasure to the very end.

“So sexy when you cum on my cock, let me fill you up with my cum.”

Hot, wet pulsations came after he spoke, and he kept still while he filled you with his cum. You looked at him with blurry, heated eyes, mouth dry and body sticky with sweat, tingling from cuming around his dick. He was absolutely beautiful. Glowing eyes, sparkling from orgasm, leather wings fully spread apart, wide and wonderful and gorgeous. He kissed you, then, and you lazily kissed back, spent and exhausted.

He slipped out of you, and you winced. A puddle of wetness escaped you, a mixture of him and you no doubt. How much did he cum inside of you? You couldn’t tell, you were so wet and sticky all over.

He kissed you gently on the forehead, smoothing away your hair sticking to your face. “Hmm, you were amazing, my dear. Rest for a little while, okay? I’ll clean you up.”

You hummed in response, practically dead to the world, and he chuckled. You sank into the pillows, ready to nap. Until he spoke once more, just as you were about to fully slip into unconsciousness.

“Oh, and next time you touch yourself, I want to watch~”

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[OM!] Hanahaki Disease + Flowers for Demon Brothers & Diavolo (Part 2)

Scenario: Which flowers would the demon brothers be inflicted with when they develop Hanahaki Disease falling in love with you? + Headcanons to how they would deal with it.

(includes pictures of flowers 🌻🌺)

[PART 1] INCLUDES: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan

PART 2 INCLUDES: Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor + BONUS: Diavolo

Note: BIG PINING ENERGY + Unrequited Love aka ANGST; aesthetic coughing up bouquets i feel like writing this out just made me fall in love with diavolo lol

Asmodeus

Narcissus = stay as sweet at you are; unrequited love

Asmo knows as soon as he makes the pact with you that you are different, and it is only confirmed when he yearns to be around you more. The warmth in his chest is leagues different from the embers of desire-- and more painful, when he cannot seem to stop coughing out bright yellow narcissus petals. He glares at them as they’re scattered onto his pink bedsheet as if he could will them away. They’re only reminders of what he already knows to be unrequited love-- he’s seen the way your eyes stray to his other brothers over him, and yet he cannot seem to be angry at you, sweet as you are. He gathers the petals into his hand, wishing you could look at him instead.

Aster = symbol of love, daintiness

There is a softness in love that makes Asmo hurt every time he looks at you and smiles. He’s tried to avoid you, resentfully flushing the petals down into the drain so they would stop reminding him that he’s not loved back, but it doesn’t work. The asters come in bouquets, choking him in his love for you. He doesn’t hate them, painful as they are, because they are as beautiful as you are-- a manifestation of his feelings for you. The tightness in his chest lessens when he showers you with his affection like this was what he was always meant to do.

(Purple) Stock = “You’ll always be beautiful to me”

Asmo knows what colors suit you best, what best brings out the shine in your eyes, and what complements the tone of your skin and smile. He remembers coughing out soft lavender petals of stock and thinking how lovely you would look holding these in your hands. The pain of the flowers does not lessen, but he finds that he can appreciate how light you make him feel, how you can distract him and indulge him. He imagines what you would look like on your wedding, dressed in white and decorated with the most beautiful flowers and realizes that no matter how you change, you will always be beautiful to him, whether you love him back or not-- and perhaps that is the biggest expression of love he could ever give anyone.

When you leave the Devildom, he does not tell you his feelings if he has the slightest hint that you like one of his other brothers

Holds onto the feeling of loving you as long as he can until his brothers force him to remove it for his own sake

He feels empty without it-- without his love for him consuming him, and he searches to fill that void elsewhere

Beelzebub

(White) Sweet Alyssum = beauty, protection

The night after Beel makes a pact with you, he hides away the small buds of sweet alyssum before you can see them. He hesitates to wake you, how scared you must have been to stand up against Lucifer for him and Luke and how sweet you were to have held his hands during his nightmare. But he knows, vividly well, that humans are weak-- in body, though not in mind, and he does not want you to get a cold or hurt yourself, sleeping like that. Beel carries your small and warm body into his arms gently, putting you into his bed and tucking the blanket up to your chin. He doesn’t realize it then, but the pact he has made was a promise to protect you, just as you have done for him. He brushes your hair away from your sleeping face, careful not to wake you, and wonders if you have always been this beautiful.

Lily of the Valley = sweetness, purity, pure love, humility; “You’ve made my life complete.”

Your presence fills him up to the point that he no longer feels hungry. It is a different fullness from being stuffed with food, and it is a more pleasant feeling than being suffocated by the flowers that his lungs choke on. He is looking wherever you are, whether he knows it or not, guiding you where he can and staying by your side if you allow it. He is proud to be by your side, humbled by your ability to mend the fraying bonds of his family, and in love with the way you never stray from who you are. The pain of flowers is nothing compared to the joy he feels when he is around his family that now includes you.

Bellflower = unwavering love

“You should tell them how you feel,” Belphie tells him quietly when he sees the wild bellflowers tumble from Beel’s mouth. “They’re leaving soon.”

Beel nods, gathering the petals and tossing them into the trash like clockwork. His hands tremble and he wishes he weren’t so scared to hear your answer. He knows his feelings for you will not change, regardless of whether you return them, but he yearns-- he hopes you do love him back. That you want to stay by his side whatever the cost, that you want to wipe away his tears and protect him just like he wanted to do for you. Come what may, he holds this feeling in his heart, hoping it does not forget its imprint even when he must cut it away.

He does confess to you and cannot hide his disappointment when you do not return his feelings

He takes his due time to mourn before cutting the feelings away before he worries his brothers, and never tells them that he feels like he feels like he’s been carved open and left empty

Belphegor

(Purple) Hyacinth = “Please forgive me”; protection from harm; love and happiness

The purple hyacinths taste of lingering regret and the new sweetness of a budding love. Bephie grimaces at the texture of petals on his tongue but says nothing else. It seems fitting that he would come with the Hanahaki disease, because whatever he cannot apologize for in words, he can make it up through action. He vows to protect you from harm, wish you love and happiness, and beg for your forgiveness by making a pact with you. If this suffocating feeling is what he must go through to gain your trust again and receive a little bit of your grace that he knows he does not yet deserve, then he will stay quiet until his lungs run out of flowers.

(White) Gardenia = secret love; you’re lovely

Belphie catches himself looking at you when he thinks you can’t see him more often. He feigns waking up from a nap whenever you do notice him, hoping that you don’t put together the pieces that spell out his love for you. The white gardenia petals fall from his lips a little easier when he knows he’s resigned himself from loving you from afar, in secret. He knows he has no right to confess to you, not yet, when he cannot seem to find enough time to spend with you, to make up for lost time when he was in the attic and when he walked on eggshells around you.

Violets = loyalty, devotion, faithfulness, modesty; “I’ll always be true”

As much as he feels that he does not deserve your love, Belphie yearns for it anyways. He wants to ask you to stay, if not for him, then at least for Beel-- he knows the flowers’ roots will not dig as deeply if you chose Beel over his other brothers, including himself. He wonders if he compensated the desire to be close to you by distancing himself so you don’t notice how hard he has fallen for you, but finds that he does not mind, in the end. He’ll come when you need him, but if not-- he is content with loving you anyways.

He doesn’t dare confess to you, and he finds that it was a good decision when you can say farewell to him in good terms

He does very well in hiding his affliction from his brothers up to the point the flowers threaten to kill him; probably has to be forced to get his feelings cut away, convinced only when Beel tells him he cannot bear to live without him after losing Lilith

Belphie cannot say no to his twin

Bonus:

Diavolo

(Purple) Heather = admiration, solitude

Diavolo knows that allowing a human with no magical powers into the Devildom was a risk, knowing very well that things could go wrong. He’s pleasantly surprised when not only do you do well in RAD but you excel in making connections with demons and angels alike, creating the bonds that he believes will be a cornerstone for the success of the exchange program. When you arrive at his doorsteps with his six council members in tow, he is again blown away by your courage and your strength of character. He feels that he should be more surprised that not a week later, tufts of purple heather fall from his lips onto his hands, manifesting his admiration for you in physical form. Ah, but he knows what he feels is not as simple as admiration. Jealousy, perhaps? Or even the feeling of solitude, watching you act freely and love as you please with the demons you now call your family. (He wonders if he is more envious of you or the demon brothers.)

Rue = Grace, clear vision

You continue to surprise him time and time again with the grace you handle difficult situations and the clarity in which you see the situations around you. You would make a formidable queen by his side, he thinks when he sees the soft rue petals fall onto the floor from his lips. He finds himself frustrated at himself at times; for the Prince of Hell to be afflicted with the flowers of yearning is foolish of him. But yet at the same time, how could he possibly help it? You are a novelty in his life as you are lovely, treating him as you would everyone else with dignity, kindness, and a softness he has begun to fall for.

(White) Zinnia = lasting love, goodness, constancy

The plights of royalty have no bounds it seems, when Diavolo knows that he cannot even ask you to stay in the Devildom without making his words seem to have underlying meaning and significance. Yes, he admits that your role as the exchange student and human ambassador would certainly make for a beneficial treaty between the two realms, but he knows too well that he cannot ask you to leave your life behind when you have already done so much. And he does not want to taint his feelings for you with politics-- the white zinnias that appear from his lungs tell him of your goodness and the constancy in which he relies on you-- a love that will last until he is forced to give it up once the illness becomes too much to bear.

He cannot tell Lucifer, despite how much he desperately wants to confide in his closest friend-- what would he think? The Prince of Hell falling for a human who has the hearts of all of his council members

Only Barbatos knows-- as he does, and he reminds Diavolo when the time has come to remove his flowers before he falls ill beyond repair

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