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treasureofmammon · 23 hours

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💛 Our future together 💛

🔎Summary: You've been studying non-stop for the last few days since finals are coming. Your boyfriend, Mammon, doesn't like it but changes his mind when you reveal why you need to study hard.

👥️Characters: Mammon x gn!reader.

⚠️Warnings: None, just fluff (But if you catch any, let me know). Established relationship with the raven boy.

📝 Note: We are back with our usual Mammon lover content, after some petty revenge for dinner for all the brothers. MC here is a nerd (and so am I).

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Finals are coming, and you've been studying non-stop for the past days, only coming out of your room to eat, go to school, and give a small peck to your boyfriend once in a while. However, this arrangement is not desirable for him. Mammon constantly sneaks out of Lucifer's grip to knock on your door. As usual, you can't say no to him, so you end up letting him in.

You sit at your desk, reading, marking your textbook, making small annotations, and overall, trying to understand the subjects at hand. Meanwhile, Mammon lays in your bed, playing with a plushie he gave you on one of your first dates, tossing it up and catching it in both his hands, just to toss it up again; however, he quickly gets bored and decides that what he needs it's your attention.

—Treasure?—.

You answer with a —Hm?—, not parting away from your books.

—All ya do is study and study. It's so f*ckin' borin'!— Mammon states. Immediately, he stands up and hugs you from behind, setting his chin on the top of your head, his arms resting in your shoulders. Although you blush a little, studying is more important, so you continue with your task. Mammon kisses your head, and with a low and tender tone of voice, he suggests —Hey, why doncha stop studyin' so we can hang out?—.

You sigh, closing your eyes briefly, and start explaining: —Mammon... If I don't study hard, then I won't get good grades. If I don't get good grades, then I probably won't get a good job. And if I don't get a good job then, how am I going to provide for you?—.

Mammon jumps back immediately, —Wh-What?—. His reaction catches you by surprise, so you finally look back at him, trying to understand his behavior. He continues, —Y-Ya think about our future, together?! How far have you thought on us?—.

You are amazed by how much this surprises Mammon. A small silence spreads between you two, and you realize that Mammon is meaning his question, expecting a coherent and honest answer, so seriously, you answer: —All the time. I want to make a family with you. Since you have your own spending problems, I should be the one in charge of the financial stuff so our children can live well enough—.

—Children? With me?—, he says without even thinking, astonished.

—Yeah, two; maybe three—, you admit, —... and we can have a nice house next to a lake...—.

—A lake?—.

—Yes. Close to a hippodrome so you can watch whenever you want. But not gambling too much!—.

—So I can gamble?, really?—.

You nod, —... yeah, with moderation, though. Oh! And we could ask Barbatos to create a door close to the house, so we can visit the Devildom when we want to—.

—So I can visit my family whenever I want?—.

—Of course! And so they can visit us too—.

—What 'bout Goldie?—.

You sigh, —You can have a card, a debit one, though...—.

—What 'bout my car and my crows?—.

—We definitely would have a cool garage so you can work on your car... Oh! And your crows can come too, I'd love to have them around. But I want to have lots of pets too—.

—Pets? Like cats and dogs?—.

—Yes! I want a golden retriever called Butter. And a cat called Jiji, like the black cat on that human anime movie we watched with Levi... Oh! And once out of school, you can focus on modeling without worrying about money. So..., you know? Studying is important for me, for us—.

Another silence fills the room again. You observe Mammon's handsome face with tenderness and love. His surprised facial expression shifts slowly, and you realize tears are coming down his cheeks. You stand up and move quickly to him, —Sweety, are you okay? Are you... crying?—. You can't help but smile at Mammon's cute display of happiness. Meanwhile, Mammon lets you take him in your arms, rubbing his eyes and sweeping his cheeks clean, —I'm- I'm not cryin'!—, he says before sniffing.

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[Notes: The character(s) depicted here belong to the mobile game "Obey me: shall we date" and are owned by Solmare Corporation. The text here was made by me: Treasure of Mammon, meaning these are fan-made. | GN!Reader | English is not my first language, so there might be orthographic and syntax errors. I urge you all to interact kindly with this post].

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demonvibez · 5 months

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mature (mdni) · tags: suggestive, alcohol, possessive/yandere dia

Diavolo sits across from Lucifer, the Demonus at hand painting both of their cheeks with a certain rosiness, the fireplace crackling away at their side. The Young Prince invited the Avatar of Pride over for a few drinks, knowing they both needed to kick back and let off some steam. Diavolo thought the two would just get lightly buzzed and exchange stories of their favorite memories, as they usually did. However, he couldn't have predicted his mood taking such a dark shift...

He can't even remember how exactly they got onto the subject of you - but neither can deny how much they miss you. They exchange stories of their favorite memories during your time here - but once they reach the bottom of the bottle, Lucifer can feel his inhibitions disappearing, and he's overcome with the urge to tell the Prince his favorite memory of you so far;

The night of your pact...and the intimate activities that followed...

As the Fallen Angel continues to happily go into detail about that night with you, the Demonic Prince can feel jealousy tightening its icy grip on his heart. Descriptions of your bare form have Diavolo's mind racing with a plethora of emotions - envy, greed and wrath all fighting to overpower each other as lust lurks in the shadows. Diavolo does his best not to let his cheerful façade crack, pressing the hell-crystal goblet to his lips as he begins to tune out Lucifer's drunken rambling. He had never seen Lucifer as his adversary before. He always regarded the demon as his best friend - now he is suddenly sizing him up, comparing himself to the Avatar and looking for flaws in his armor. What can he do to show you that he can give you everything you want and more? That he can be everything you need and more?

The Prince needs a plan.

Though you may be currently in the Human Realm, Diavolo sees that as a non-issue - he can have you in the confines of the Demon Lord's Castle with the slightest of effort. His power, ineffable. His resources, endless. No, the issue stems from your ties to this realm - to the demons whose pacts you've bound. He'll have to be careful when pulling the strings of this very delicate dance - keeping the brothers just far away enough from you to keep you close to him. And if he must remind Lucifer of his place in his Kingdom, of who exactly he and his brothers owe their lives to, he will. All so he can give you the life you deserve - the royalty you deserve. After all, he took Barbatos for himself, so he can just as easily take you too.

Lord Diavolo always gets what he wants - and you will be no different.

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atlasofsalt · 1 year

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*everyone having fun building a pillow fort*

luke: oh no! we’re out of pillows- i’ll go grab more.

luke: *opens the closet and past! solomon falls out. mouth duct tapped and hands tied*

past! solomon: *muffled screaming*

future! solomon: oh shit i forgot to feed him

everyone: 🧍

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flappingdragon · 28 days

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⚠️Rant⚠️

I’m so tired of seeing “dom Lucifer”, “top Lucifer”, and “daddy Dom Lucifer” Is he just not allowed to bottom?

Is he not allowed to feel like an ant under MC? Is he not allowed to grovel at MC’s feet and BEG for them to have their way with him? Is he not allowed to be submissive? Is he not allowed to be at MC’s mercy? Is he not allowed to be dominated? Is he not allowed to scream out MC’s name from pure overstimulation? Is he not allowed to be a slut for MC? Is he not allowed to be a brat for MC? Is he not allowed to be a whore for MC? Is he not allowed to beg for mercy? Is he not allowed to beg?

This man is clearly not just a “dom”. He can bottom, too. Just give him a chance and let him. Maybe he gets too tired and doesn’t want to do all the work for once.

I’m looking at the ones who always write gender neutral MC’s as bottoms. Maybe some people want to see more top gn MC.

Don’t be basic. Consider both sides. Look at your recent posts and think to yourself: Are they inclusive?

Let. This. Man. Bottom. For. Once.

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badperson-8 · 3 months

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Butting In (Part 1) Lucifer, Mammon, Levi

Male/AMAB MC finds an intriguing sex toy – a magical fleshlight, which is automatically connected to the body of whoever haunts their sexual fantasies. How will each brother react if MC succumbs to the temptation and uses the device?

amabMC x Lucifer, amabMC x Mammon, amabMC x Levi

3.5k words | NSFW | Porn without plot | gn!pronouns MC | AO3 link

Content Warnings: Dub-con | Anal Sex

Part 2 (Satan, Asmo) Part 3 (Beel, Belphie) Part 4 (Diavolo)

Lucifer

Lucifer sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose and squeezing his eyes shut. He’s been sent to the House of Lords on behalf of Lord Diavolo for a brief check of their quarterly financial report. But what should’ve taken him at most two hours, stretched into several-hours torture, due to the incompetence of these noble fools. The accounting department did their best to analyze and categorize all the expenses, but Lords were so utterly incapable of providing any reasonable data in time that the finished report turned out to be an incoherent mess.

So now Lucifer is stuck in a place full of insufferable snobs, damned to do their job instead of them. At least the most excruciating part is over: he had to personally collect all the additional papers from each Lord, and now he only needs to compare the numbers. The demon has already sent all the accountants away; if they didn’t succeed the first time, it’s highly unlikely that they’ll be of any use. Lucifer prefers to work alone anyway.

The only two things that motivate him right now are a huge cup of the strongest coffee ever known to demons and potential revenge. If Lucifer manages to find any traces of financial machinations, Lord Diavolo will take this matter into his own hands. And when he’s on the case, it’s useless to hide behind the high status of a noble. The Future King deals with problems swiftly and mercilessly.

Lucifer smirks, takes a sip of coffee, and focuses on the documents in his hands. The demon occupied the office of one of the Lords after he unceremoniously kicked out the owner. The room has too many golden decorations for Lucifer’s liking, but at least the chair is comfortable enough. The soft rustle of papers and the rhythmical ticking of the clock help him concentrate and ignore intrusive thoughts about one particular human who waits for him at home… Perhaps there are actually three things that motivate Lucifer right now, but his pride will never let him admit it.

A sudden shiver runs along Lucifer’s body, making him twitch and almost spill all the coffee on the documents. The demon immediately lets go of the cup and straightens up, trying to figure out what the hell happened. But Lucifer doesn’t spot anything unusual, only the same ticking of the clock breaks the silence of an empty room.

The second shiver strikes him just as suddenly. This time it’s stronger, it pierces his mind and makes him grab the edge of the table, looking for support. Lucifer feels the ghost touches on his body, which concentrate on his backside. He unconsciously presses his hips against the seat in an attempt to hide his delicate parts from the unknown intruder. But to no avail. The unstoppable force concentrates on his most vulnerable part of the body, pressing inside and massaging the tensed walls of his entrance.

Lucifer bites his lower lip, trying to contain all the embarrassing noises deep within; a thin stream of blood runs down his chin and lands on one of the documents, staining it and coloring the white pages red. His trembling hand wipes off tiny drops of sweat from his forehead.

The Avatar of Pride is not capable of panicking, as simple as that. He has everything under control, no matter what happens. But now, for the first time in eternity, Lucifer doesn’t know what to do. He’s lost and confused; the burning desire to twist the neck of whoever does this to him and the baffling temptation to submit to these new sensations are tearing him apart.

Lucifer chooses the first option, concentrating his magic on the faint traces of the curse that makes him lose control over his body. The demon frowns as he mentally untangles the magical energies and reaches the source of the disturbance.

It’s MC, it’s their life force, their magical energy. Lucifer senses the power of some kind of artifact nearby, but its magic doesn’t look dangerous. The demon sighs, letting his tensed muscles finally relax. He feels an all-consuming relief at the thought of MC being the one who’s behind this. It’s them, they are responsible for all this nonsense. Of course, who else would it be? He should’ve figured it out sooner.

A gentle pressure on his insides continues, it seems MC doesn’t use the artifact to its full potential yet, preferring to check the toy with their fingers. Lucifer leans back in his chair and spreads his long legs apart. He could fly all the way to the House of Lamentation, confiscate this suspiciously powerful artifact, and lecture them for several hours straight, but…

Lucifer’s line of thought is interrupted by a sudden sensation of some liquid inside him. The demon frowns harder as he feels his cheeks and ears burn with humiliation. He closes his eyes, not to see how his hand unzips his pants and lets out his neglected boner. He doesn’t want to accept this. Lucifer shouldn’t be so agreeable towards the fact that he is being used as a sex toy. Even if it’s MC who does that. Stroking his dick to such foul sensations feels almost like a betrayal of his Pride. He should ignore his urges and…

The touch of a much bigger object feels shocking, no matter how much Lucifer anticipated dreaded the next stage of MC’s curiosity. It feels so much hotter than their fingers; it stretches him open inch by inch without meeting any resistance from Lucifer’s body. He breathes out sharply and tries to stop his hips from trembling. What a disgrace.

Lucifer clenches his fists, stubbornly ignoring his own growing excitement. But despite his efforts, his thighs spread even wider, chasing the feeling of the hot and pulsating flesh, magically conjured to bring Lucifer pleasure. The damn artifact is too good at recreating MC’s dick, too good at imitating all the deep thrusts. The demon can bear this for only so long. He snarls, grabs his dick, and starts stocking it with hungry desperation.

A quiet moan escapes Lucifer’s lips, but he immediately shuts his mouth with his hand, trying to save at least some dignity. The quicker the pushes become, the more difficult it is to contain all the moans. As Lucifer feels MC coming inside him, he bites his hand as hard as possible to muffle the final embarrassing sound. He growls as his fangs pierce his own skin, and his dick finally releases.

It takes him some time to regain his senses. The rhythmical ticking of the clock slowly returns Lucifer to reality. The demon silently stares at the pile of documents, now partially covered not only with his blood but also his sperm. He lifts his trembling hand and snaps his fingers to set the whole pile ablaze.

…They say that after one of the offices in the House of Lords burned down, together with important documents, the whole establishment had to work overtime to restore the lost data. It’s still unknown what exactly happened; some rumors mentioned a black-winged demon flying out of the office’s window in the direction of the House of Lamentation. But the strangest event that surpassed even the fire in one of the core institutions of the Devildom was no doubt the fact that, despite the sudden calamity and overdue financial report, Lucifer was walking around with a huge, bright smile on his face.

Mammon

Mammon is in deep shit. For real this time. He breathes heavily, peeking at five demons from around the corner. He sighs with relief as they march past his hiding spot and lovingly presses a giant bag full of money to his chest.

From Mammon’s perspective, this whole situation is exclusively the fault of these stupid morons. Who the hell keeps their money in cash nowadays?! These idiots were simply begging to rob them. How could Mammon say no? He will use the money better than they ever could anyway. MC was saying something about a new phone…

Mammon quietly swears and squats behind a dumpster, merging with the shadows. One of the demons returned and is now standing uncomfortably close to his hiding spot. Mammon needs to get out of here before they find him. He should make a run for it once the path is clear.

He squats lower, firmly hugging the bag in his hands. And he almost falls on his ass once he feels some kind of movement inside this very ass. Mammon shivers from disgust at the thought that he seems to be infected by damn tapeworms. He knew that a dinner at that shady restaurant was a bad idea. But seriously, how many are there? Or is it one thick-ass worm? It sure feels like it.

Despite his struggles, Mammon does his best to keep an eye on the demon next to him. They seem to have taken a break from the chase and are now simply smoking a cigarette.

Mammon can’t wait for too long, he needs to escape now while he has this chance. It seems he has to use just a little bit of violence. This demon is relaxed and completely unaware of their surroundings; it will be easy to jump them and knock them out within seconds. Gently, of course. Mammon quietly cackles as he slowly approaches the demon, still half-squatting and holding the bag in one hand.

But just as Mammon is ready to commit yet another crime, the fucking worm starts squirming again. The demon quietly moans, then immediately slams his mouth with his hand. The loud slap almost alerts the smoking demon, but they shrug it off.

“Must’ve been the wind.” They mumble, lifting their head and glaring at the stars. The sky is so beautiful today.

Meanwhile, just several feet away from the romantic demon, Mammon is having a mental breakdown. What the hell was that? No, Mammon didn’t just moan thanks to some stupid parasites, it’s a blatant lie. He tosses the bag on the ground and tries to turn his torso backwards to check his butt. It doesn’t help in the slightest since his jeans cover everything, so Mammon can only stare at his ass with disapproval.

His whole body suddenly shivers, making him drop to his knees and close his mouth with a hand once again. He feels something sticky and moist inside. At first, this strange sensation bothered only his asshole, but now it’s spreading deeper, all the way inside…

Mammon blinks away a single tear, trying not to panic. His medical condition is certainly dire, maybe he’s even dying. No, Great Mammon won’t die from some stupid worms, or whatever this is! He’ll find a cure; he just needs to escape first. MC will have to wait for a new phone a little longer, though; it seems that all the money will be spent on Mammon’s medical bills…

A sudden pressure on his asshole sends goosebumps all over Mammon’s body. He has to cover his mouth with his second hand, falling all the way to the ground. He’s now lying on his stomach, trying to regain his senses. Mammon feels something pushing inside him. His legs tremble, losing all their strength. His brain is trying to process everything that is happening but completely gives up once the ass gets attacked by powerful thrusts. Mammon’s erection is pressed uncomfortably to the ground through his jeans. He can’t even change the position, or at least take off his pants, since his body has fully betrayed him. The violent shivers shake Mammon’s body; he spends his last energy keeping his hands close to his mouth. Otherwise, the whole neighborhood will hear his whimpers.

Mammon’s mind is completely shut down, maybe as a way of precaution. At least the poor demon can’t reflect on the whole situation and be terrified of being either hopelessly ill or cursed. He can only focus on deep thrusts that hit his prostate over and over. The only thing that bothers him right now is his dick, still trapped in his jeans. He presses his hips closer to the ground to get at least some friction.

Mammon closes his eyes, breathing heavily into his hands. He’s so close, just a little more…

He’s suddenly being filled with something so hot that it heats up his insides; his ass unconsciously starts to greedily absorb this mysterious substance. Mammon trembles violently as he finally comes all over his pants. His last vocal moans break through the shield of his hands, shattering the surrounding silence.

As Mammon slowly returns to reality, he feels that his ass is now completely fine. He also feels that he is now surrounded by five angry demons who are ready to beat the shit out of him.

…MC is caressing Mammon’s soft hair as the demon complains to them about his rotten luck. He managed to escape in the end, which was a miracle, even with his abilities to run faster than anyone in the Devildom. The demons didn’t succeed in hurting him, but they took all their money back. Mammon doesn’t care that much about the money, though, being much more concerned about the possible disease. And MC just silently pats his hair, gathering their courage to tell Mammon about that one cool thing they found… And how it can actually be responsible for all of today’s misadventures.

Leviathan

Levi is bursting with excitement as he strolls around the comic-con. The amount of merch for all his favorite shows is simply unbelievable; and all the talented cosplayers make him wish he wasn’t such a shut-in otaku. To take a photo with any of them would be like a dream come true, but he’ll reach this major milestone some other time. He already has a huge reason to be proud of himself today.

Few reasons, actually. First of all, he came to this comic-con alone. All alone! Him! That’s right, he doesn’t need to ask Beel or Satan to come with him anymore. He doesn’t need any emotional support to come to this place, full of people… scary strangers… maybe they all think that he’s gross… or he smells bad…

Levi shakes his head, using his personal method of overcoming such anxiety attacks. All he needs to do is imagine MC, who holds him by the hand and smiles brightly at him. Yeah, that’s better. They always do this when he’s about to panic. Levi can’t give up, he promised that he’d have fun on his own.

The demon sighs, wishing MC was here with him. Lucifer forbade them to leave the house after they broke something when they were fooling around with Mammon. Levi frowns: this greedy scumbag always finds a way to mess with him, and now Levi has to spend the day all alone. Mammon ruined their date, and…

No-no-no-no, it wasn’t supposed to be a date, alright?! It WASN’T! Levi just offered MC to come with him, that’s all. He didn’t actually hope… That would be just silly, right?! Right…

Levi shakes his head once again, adjusting his stockings. Heels are not so bad, but these stockings are constantly trying to fall down. Maybe his legs are too skinny for this…

Hm? Oh yeah, that’s actually the second reason why Levi should be proud of himself. When he finally decided to invite MC on a da-… to hang out, he decided to consult with the professional, namely Asmo. He gave him some strange advices, like not eating too much during the day to avoid getting too dirty down “there”. Levi didn’t know where “there” was exactly, but he didn’t have the courage to ask. Other than that, Asmo had some great ideas: he assured Levi that MC would really appreciate it if he showed them his true passion. Specifically, if Levi put on his Ruri-chan costume, with stockings and all.

This idea got him really inspired; Levi spent several days preparing the costume for the show. So when the da-… the hangout was cancelled, he couldn’t just leave the costume at home. So he quickly made a giant sign “No photos, No touching, No interactions”, and came to the comic-con dressed in his pink dress.

Levi has never been prouder of himself. Despite everything, he paid homage to his favorite character. He wishes MC could see him right now…

“Ngh…” Levi winces, almost dropping his sign to the ground. His thighs firmly press together, slightly shaking from a sudden, unknown sensation between them. The demon blushes heavily and sprints to the bathroom, locking himself in one of the stalls.

He tosses the sign on the floor, lifts his skirt, and tries to inspect the area beneath. Levi did his best to make Ruri-chan’s costume as authentic as possible, which obviously included the right type of underwear. So now the demon carefully gropes his hips, covered with pink silk panties, in search of anything unusual.

His fingers dig into the silky fabric as he feels a strong tremble that concentrates in the area of his butt. He almost tears his underwear with his claws, trying to fight the unexpected weakness in his knees and not fall to the floor.

Levi gathers his strength, reaches the toilet lid, smashes it closed, and lands on it, breathing heavily. He would have never thought that it would be so hard to do such mundane actions, but he feels exhaustion after this little feat. He’s so confused by the riot of his own body that he doesn’t know what to think. Levi feels something slowly pushing inside, stretching him carefully. The only thing that prevents him from starting to seriously freak out is the fact that this unknown force immediately finds his weak spot.

The demon loudly screeches as something starts applying more pressure to his prostate. His dick already peeks out of the pink panties, leaving wet stains on the underwear and the skirt.

“Excuse me? Are you all right?” Someone knocks at the door of Levi’s stall, making him freeze. He squeezes his skirt in frustration as he shakily replies:

“Y-y-yes.”

That’s the best he can do, but luckily the stranger finds this reply passable and leaves him alone. Levi feels as his butt and asshole get covered in something sticky and warm, and he shivers in terror and anticipation. Wait, “anticipation”? No, Levi doesn’t enjoy this insane situation, not at all!

But self-reflection can wait. If the pushes renew, his voice will betray him again. And if this happens, the whole comic-con will hear him, and he certainly can’t let this happen! Levi needs to find something to block all the sounds ASAP. He looks around, trying to find something useful, but there aren’t many things in toilet stalls. Maybe something on him… Oh!

A genius idea graciously visits him. One of the main pieces of Ruri-chan’s clothing is, no doubt, her cute pink hat. Levi mentally apologizes to Ruri-chan for using her iconic hat in that way, takes it off, and shoves it in his mouth.

Just in time for a new stage of thrusts to start. This time they are much more intense. Levi feels how his fangs tear the soft fabric of his precious hat. But his idea mostly works: all his moans and whines are muffled, they are just quiet enough not to alert other people. He grabs his skirt, panties, his own thighs – anything other than his dick. Levi doesn’t want to do it like this. Not in the toilet stall, surrounded by strangers. Not in the Ruri-chan’s dress. Not without MC…

Levi slightly relaxes as his thoughts concentrate on MC. If he imagines that it’s them who inserts their dick inside him, he’ll manage to get through it. His brain successfully tricks itself, almost actually making him believe that it’s MC who is behind this cruel joke. If it’s them, it’s all right, Levi thinks, and allows himself to touch his neglected cock.

He strokes it desperately, focusing on his vivid fantasy of MC. His hole starts pulsating eagerly as he dives into his imagination. Whatever is on the other side must’ve felt how welcoming his hole became; the thrusts get faster and harder, almost making Levi fall from the toilet seat to the floor. He quickens the pace of his strokes to match the impatient pushes, squeezing the hat in his mouth with all his might.

He comes the moment he feels the hot release of an unknown entity inside him. Colorful circles flood his vision, leaving him completely strengthless. He tries to catch his breath, lazily thinking about the ruined costume, especially the pink panties he accidentally tore up. Now he needs to somehow clean up and hurry home, seeking refuge in MC’s arms. He’ll never go to any event without them again.

Part 2 (Satan, Asmo) Part 3 (Beel, Belphie) Part 4 (Diavolo)

P.S. The art doesn't belong to me, it's an official art from Shall We Date: Obey Me! (You, Me and Devil's Coast card)

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temis-de-leon · 2 months

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Obey Me and Lonely MC

How I imagine the very few moments before MC was summoned to the Devildom

Gender neutral reader (please correct me If I'm wrong)

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CW: angst, panicking and body pain, nothing explicit, college student MC sharing apartment, shitty college experience, lonely MC but the sad type of lonely, they're kinda depressed. Diavolo, Barbatos and Lucifer welcome MC, but they're barely there

Please enjoy!

You only had time to close the door before the floor under your feet started sinking like quicksand, bending in waves and violently shaking your body.

Everything beyond the entrance seemed completely normal: the wood was as hard as it could be and the tiles shone as they always did, yellow and cheap thanks to the faded lights in the apartment.

Still, nothing there was brighter than whatever the fuck was illuminating your body from underneath. Where exactly you weren't sure, but it came from below.

It was weird.

It was too much.

You threw your backpack away from you, your computer possibly breaking with the fall under the weight of multiple books, before rummaging through all your pockets in search of your phone.

There had to be someone you could call. Someone. Anyone.

The blood pumped in you ears and your fingers struggled to unlock the screen while you screamed your roommates' names with a trembling voice.

You were alone.

How in fucking hell could you be alone?

Maybe you were dreaming or hallucinating! Stress could do that to you, right? Exams had been hectic those days and your sleeping habits had been disastrous for weeks, often leaving you empty at best and anhedonic at worst. That had to be it! Your brain was malfunctioning due to sleep depravation and high cortisol levels, also causing a decrease in balance and a permanent state of alert.

You were unnecessaryly panicking because your body was tired. It was as simple as that.

You. Were. Fine.

So you let your knees give up, wincing a little when they hit the floor. Your coat, always your favourite, was warm as a blanket and taking it off felt like a herculean task.

Your body followed its own weight, leaning forward until your hands touched the wood and kneaded like it was some kind of weird bread dough before you fully laid down. You felt as if it was absorbing your energy, draining it completely and making you lose your vision.

You thought you saw red surrounding your siluette in a circle, but your mind was too far gone by then, too tired to process anything that catched your brain's attention.

It could've been seconds or hours until you opened your eyes again. The possibility of being days was also there, but how could you be sure?

Flesh hard under your skin and blood slow through your veins, there was nothing you could feel but pain and the faint smell of sulfur.

Was there a leakage in the building?

And since when did your apartment have such high ceilings? Made of stone with stained glass... You'd never seen them, haven't you? You'd remember if you did.

Someone was talking to you. Not any of your roommates, of that you were sure. The voice was too deep.

You sat like a spring, dizzy and too aware of your surroundings, adrenaline kicking in. It did smell like sulfur, but it was going away, letting your nose catch instead what was probably a really expensive cologne.

There were men around you, you realized, all staring at your perplexed expression with amusement, as if you were a new addition to the zoo. And they were tall. Like... tall tall.

One of them, dressed in red, spoke to you again, but your ears were clogged. You weren't intentionally ignoring him, you just couldn't hear a single shit. You could barely hear your own heartbeat.

Were you still alive?

"Hey... Ah!"

Your voice sounded like a whisper for only one second, but it was enough to pop your ears and make you scream and grab the sides of your head in anguish. Someone, not the one in red, spoke again in a tongue you didn't recognize and made the pain disappear like mist.

"... where you are?"

"Human"

"Human! Answer the prince!"

What fucking prince?

"What?" you finally asked in a creaky voice.

"Do you know where you are?"

The redhead spoke one final time. He seemed to be the nicest one, but you couldn't fully trust the tallest dude you'd ever seen who also had yellow eyes.

Not light brown. Yellow. Bright yellow.

"I don't know, man... Hell?"

You were being sarcastic, but the smile in his face told you something completely unexpected.

"You see, Lucifer? Barbatos? They seem to be aware of their surroundings!"

"I'm not sure that's the case, my Lord"

Hell.

You were in hell? Of course you were.

It did make sense once you thought about it. Come on! Floor sinking under your feet? And your dumbass believed it was due to stress! How could it be stress, dummy? Hell was the obvious answer!

Although conscious, you became too foggy to coherently answer any of their following questions. It sounded like they already knew what they wanted to hear and they were just making sure you also knew it.

Name, age, gender, nationality... Not even your rommates knew half of that, so how did they?

Maybe you were schizophrenic. How far could schizophrenia go?

"So, do you agree?"

The redhead with yellow eyes... A demon? Lord Diavolo. The Prince of Hell.

He looked at you with childish eagerness. Lucifer and Barbatos, if those were their actual names, didn't seem as happy.

Diavolo wasn't asking for your permission. If he actually wanted your permission, he would've sent you a letter or even waited for you in your own apartment like a creep. But you were already there. Asking that was just courtesy. Politeness.

You stayed in silence for a couple of minutes, maintaining direct eye contact with him.

You remembered your backpack, computer surely broken and library books all wrinkled and smelly, reeking of mold. The two roommates that never came to your rescue and your inability to think of someone that would come in a second just because you needed help.

You'd be an unsolved crime. A YouTube clickbait.

That seemed better than letting college steal your money and will to live before throwing you to the wolves.

"Sure, man, why not?"

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jkaicai · 2 years

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Mc: Mammon.

Mammon: ?

Mc: Truth or Dare?

Mammon: Uh, Truth.

Mc: I dare you to kiss me

Mammon, standing up and taking off his jacket: O-o-okay but don't expect me to like this or anything.

Levi: HE DIDN'T EVEN PICK DARE?!!

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innerstrugglesworld · 2 years

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Demon Brothers reaction to an Mc who stubbornly refuses to wake up

Hello @hornyf0ckers

Sorry for taking a long time. I have a lot of jobs to do :( Enjoy!

Lucifer

First, he will wake you up gently.

He will shake your body faster and faster, but if you still refuse to wake up, he will pull your leg to surprise you.

"Great, you are awake now. Next time, if you're still stubborn like this, I won't give mercy."

Mammon

He will poke your face

"Rise and shine, MC! The Great Mammon here!"

He will shake your body and scream "WAAAKKKEEE UPPP!"

If you still refuse to wake up, he will make a loud noise to make you annoyed

Leviathan

He's excited to show you his new Ruri chan figurine, so he shakes your body gently while calling to wake you up.

If you refuse to wake up, he will put Ruri chan alarm beside you

"MC, WAAAKKEEE UPPP!"

Satan

He's a gentleman. He will wake you up with his soft voice

"Wake up, MC. It's time to breakfast!"

If you refuse to wake up, he will leave you alone.

While you are wondering what is he doing, suddenly you hear a loud noise. Like... Something explodes

"Great, you are awake. Good morning, will you help me? I wanna prank Lucifer with this machine."

He seems intent on committing genocide.

Asmodeus

"Rise and shine, sweetie. I miss you so bad, will you give me a morning kiss?"

You just change position and continue sleeping, witch is making him upset.

But when he looks on your face, he can see how beautiful you are

So, instead of waking you up, he just snaps a few photos of your sleeping face.

Beelzebub

Open your door quietly

He will poke your face and calling your name.

He's a baby, if you refuse to wake up, he will leave you and let you sleep again

"It's okay. MC must be exhausted. So, I let them sleep"

Belphegor

Do not give him a job to wake you up or you guys will end up to get a lecture from Lucifer

He will poke your face

But after that, he will join you to your bed

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obeyme-lost-thought · 11 months

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Headcanon: Brothers making you sin

Imagine a MC that doesn't sin a lot... that lives near the 7 demon Avatar of the Deathly Sin.

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Lucifer with an humble Mc

We are talking about the Avatar of Pride; how can the person he has a pact with be humble?! Within 1 month he will make you sin more than you should. He will shower you with compliments and get used to accepting them.It will make you savor the feeling of being the best at something and then you won't be able to do without it. You will start training to excel at everything. You have become a pile of pride and he is happy about it. You don't admit that you are the best, but you want to be. Sometimes you overestimate yourself, but that's his sin, isn't it?

Mammon with an loadable Mc

What do you mean you make donations? Start making yourself more indifferent and thinking more about yourself. If you want something, he gives it to you, so you start believing that if you want something, you must have it. Without realizing all those things that you denied yourself because you had to save money, you start buying them. Lucifer's New Money Problem: Yes.

Levi with a Mc that admires the others

Levi doesn't care so much whether you sin or not of his sin. But when he starts to notice that you admire others without ever wanting what they have... Create a strategy to make yourself a little envious (he's always a General)

"Wow, it's so beautiful their skin"

"It's you that should have it, not them"

"What ?"

Only he knows how he managed to succeed in his intent. His demonic influence probably played a part.

Satan with a calm Mc

Like Levi, he's quite chill with your composure. What he can't stand is that if they insult you you don't answer. Don't rebel, don't raise your voice when needed. Come on! Do you have such a low opinion of yourself? His plan is a mix of demonic influence and manipulation. First of all, he wants to see you angry for whatever reason, so he teases you a little. When you finally lose your temper he is so happy.

"So, it feel good letting out your anger?"

Asmodeus with a MC with low self-esteem

When you don't wear the shirt he gave you because you don't think you're beautiful, he bursts into tears. You're gorgeous, how can you not know that? Like Lucifer every day will shower you with compliments. Through shock therapy he will take you to all the parties he is invited to. Obviously every demon has already been informed threatened that they owe you compliments; somebody doesn't do it? Crazy ... and dead. You'll get to the point of considering yourself stupid sooner... You're amazing and you know it! When you were walking with Asmo one day and a demon insulted you, you answered him properly. Asmo was so happy

Beel and MC eating problems

First he will take you to all your favorite restaurants. Must make you love food again. Extreme demonic influence: You are always sitting next to him during meals. You were once so under the influence of her power, you ate until you threw up. Lucifer was pissed but Beel was happy he could make you eat not until you feel sick though

Belphie with an active Mc

Don't take it badly, he loves your energy, but when you get too busy and try too hard, he gets worried. You need to take breaks. So he starts manipulating you by offering to "help" him into doing things that end up with you 2 falling asleep. Slowly so you learn to appreciate that hour of rest, even if you have to postpone your commitments. You may not reach the level of Belphi, but he is happy with your breaks at the expense of your work

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cosmicstarlatte · 1 year

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Only You (Obey Me!)

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Just because Lucifer has a reputation, it doesn't mean he has to keep that up with you.

»Characters: 💙Soft sweet silly cute Lucifer ♡ x GN Reader

»Tags: Cute Fluff, Gender Neutral, Drabble/FlashFic /OneShot

You and Lucifer needed this. The two of you laid cuddled together on his bed. RAD had been particularly stressful that week but it was finally over, the two of you could finally spend some time together.

Lucifer wrapped his arms around you tighter, his head pressed against your chest. You couldn't help but smile at how adorable he looked. You laid a hand on his perfectly groomed hair, running your fingers through it gently.

"Mm. More." He mumbled as he tried to nuzzle his head into your hand. You let out the smallest laugh.

"If I do that, your hair will get messy." You reminded him.

"We're off. Now pet me." He said pouting as he tried to nudge your hand with his nose. He sure knew how to melt your heart.

"Okay fine fine! Since you insist Cerberus!" You teased.

Lucifer gently nipped your hand. You giggled and resumed rubbing his head.

"I'll keep nipping if you stop. Next time it'll be your neck. Then your lips. Consider this a warning." He said pouting playfully once more.

"Oh? Woe is me! I think my hand stopped working!"

In one swift motion Lucifer pinned you under him, you let out a playful squeal as he carried out his warnings. Before long the two of you were passionately locking lips, getting lost in one another. 🌙

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treasureofmammon · 20 days

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🧡 This is war, Levi 🧡

🔎Summary: Leviathan, Avatar of Envy, Master of water itself, Grand Admiral of Hell's Navy, master of the greatest sea monster: Lotan, third in line of the Seven rulers of the Devildom, one of the most powerful demons in all the realms, Devildom's nobility. And yet, an insecure otaku boy. What else can you do to let him know that you find him so so SO attractive, cool, smart, and wonderful? What else do you need to do to let him know that you love him?

👥️Characters: Leviathan x gender neutral MC.

⚠️Warnings: Self-loathe, low self-esteem, insecurities. But, mainly Fluff.

📝 Note: I sped run the current event: "The phantom butterflies" 🦋, and I am so happy that Levi shined like the strong demon man he is (although I'm disappointed there was no smooching). Heck! We even got to tell him he was cool! We need more opportunities to give him some words of affirmation. He deserves it. So here I am with a fluffy text for our favorite otaku demon.

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Leviathan, Avatar of Envy, Master of water itself, Grand Admiral of Hell's Navy, master of the greatest sea monster: Lotan, third in line of the Seven rulers of the Devildom, one of the most powerful demons in all the realms, Devildom's nobility. And yet, an insecure otaku boy. What else can you do to let him know that you find him so so SO attractive, cool, smart, and wonderful? What else do you need to do to let him know that you love him?

You ask yourself this question mentally as you see your crush playing a videogame. You sigh. You've been so good at flirting, giving him presents, droping all the little obvious hints that you are in love with him, inviting him over your room and snuggling to him, kissing his cheek or hugging him, even dropping little compliments like —Levi, you are so cool— or —You're so handsome Levi, why would you say you aren't?—; but his replies are always so sad: —Eh? Did I hear that right? N-no! This is a dream: who would like a yucky otaku like me!— or —I must be hallucinating, someone pretty like you could never think that of an otaku like me. Wait! I- I didn't mean to say you're pretty! Ah! But it's not like I don't think you're pretty, you are! In fact, you're gorgeous. No! But I don't think so! Well, I do, but I don't- UGH!!—. As usual, he always runs away and hides. You end up confused and unhappy. What else do you need to do to come across clearly?

As you watch his every skilled hand movements on the controller, you realize how frustrated you feel. A new emotion emerges from within you, as you understand how incredibly sad this is for both of you; and at the same time, this frustration leads to anger: how many times do you have to drop the hints, say those true compliments, insinuate him your intentions? No more!

A spark goes free and sets you on fire from within: and you respond to this flame with a wonderful idea: —It's on, now—, you think: —This is war, Levi—. If he can't understand it with kindness, he will understand it with a much more aggressive approach. This is a war now, a war that you're sure you'll win, one in which your enemy is Levi's poor self-esteem and loathing. The tactic? You will bombard him with words of love, affection, and compliments until he can no more. The war-zone: his own territory; he won't be able to run away today, after all, he's cornered in his own bedroom and you're blocking the door, there's no chance that he can get away from you this time. And, of course, by the end of this epic battle, you'll be the winner, and he will finally understand your feelings!

—Hey, Levi...— you start.

—Yeah?—, he answers, not a single second wasted looking at other things than the screen in front of him.

—I think you look so cool when playing videogames—, you say with a devilish smile.

Leviathan freezes, —Eh?—, he pauses the game and looks at you perplexed. —Wh-What did you just say? I must have heard you wrong—, he chuckles nervously.

—You didn't. I do think you look cool playing videogames—, your facial expression is serious but not hard. You mean it.

Levi, on the other hand, starts to feel dizzy, his cheeks get rosy, eyes widen, and his heart pounds a million km per hour. —Y-You do?—, trying to find some ease, he returns to his self depreciation: —Well, y-yeah. After all, that's all an otaku like me can do: be good at videogames—.

—Oh, but it's not only videogames, it's also how cool you are in general, you know?—.

—W-WHAT?!—

—Oh yeah. Like when you summon Lotan or control water with your magic. Or like when you do repairs in my computer. Oh! Or when you craft your own cosplay outfits! All you do is super cool to me...—.

Leviathan starts to retreat slowly from the pillow he was sitting on to the corner of his room, loosing his sanity, face red as a tomatoe; but you follow him every step of the way, moving from your pillow crawling after him. Slowly remarking his good characteristics.

—You are the Devildom's Grand Admiral! That's so cool!—.

—I-It's just a tittle, it means nothing—.

—Not anyone gets a title like that. And you can also control water; that's such a big power you have—.

—I-It isn't that d-d-difficult!—

—No—, you shake your head —I bet it is—. You continue: —Besides that, you're one of the most powerful demons? That's so cool, Levi—.

—N-No. I'm not that strong, though—.

—I bet there's a reason for that, and it's probably because you are indeed strong... and reliable—.

—H-Hey! MC, wh-what are you doing?—, Levi asks, embarrassed and clearly threatened.

—I think you should know by now, Levi—.

—Know wh-what?—.

—How much I like you!— you say, and continue —Your purple hair, and your orange eyes, the fact that you look so good in anything you wear...—.

—Look good?! I'm a yucky otaku!—.

—That's not true! You're an otaku, AND you're handsome—.

—Handsome?!—.

Finally, Levi hits his back against the glass of his enormous fish tank and continues his rant —MC? Are you ok? Are you sick? Maybe a curse? I don't think it's possible for you to think this way about me—.

—Why not?—, you question his own belief as you play with the collar and zipper of his coat, having him against the wall (literally).

—W-well, an otaku like me... You know, it's disgusting—. His body tenses as he feels part of you on top of him. He has nowhere to escape to, other than his defense mechanism: finding a "logical" explanation on why it can't be that you love him.

—What makes you disgusting exactly?—, you ask seriously.

—You know! I'm an otaku who is obsessed with video games, anime, and manga, s-so...—.

—But I like those things too. Do you find me disgusting?—.

—NO!— Levi shouts. —You're beautiful!—, he confesses but immediately realizes his words and his embarrassment grow higher. He hides his face behind his hands and, in a quiet voice, admits: —I can't believe I said that—.

You grin, happy to have your crush exactly where you wanted him to. Your hunch proven right: yes, he loves you back. He's just insecure. Gently, you take his hands in yours. Surprised and confused, Levi watches you as you move his hands from his face and entangle your fingers with his.

—Tell me Levi...—, you feel the rush of blood run up to your pretty face, embarrassment filling your mind; but you continue determined: —What else do I need to do so you finally notice me? So you can finally understand how much I love you?—.

Leviathan's eyes widen in surprise.

—You are so cool, Levi, and so handsome, and so nice to me. I love you—, you confess. Then, you shorten the distance between you two, slowly, letting him know that you want to kiss him and yet respecting his heart, so you ask —Can we kiss?—.

Levi frees his hands from yours and place them softly on your cheeks, kissing you tenderly, almost as if you were an ethereal crystal that could break easily. You smile through his kiss and reciprocate with another when he's about to separate his lips from you.

Shortly after, with your eyes still close, you ask—Levi, how do you feel about me?—.

Finally, gathering all his strength, which surely will cost him years of his life span, he yells nervously: — I-I-I... I LOVE YOU TOO!—.

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demonvibez · 1 month

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mature (mdni) · penetration, semi public, somno, cock warming

The stars above in the Devildom sky always look beautiful this time of night, but they're nothing compared to the stars behind your eyes as Belphegor continues to thrust into your tight little hole. The two of you had cuddled up in his usual napping spot in the Planetarium, and one thing lead to another . . .

Moans spill from your lips and bounce off the walls, moonlight highlighting the look of ecstasy on your face. He can't keep his violet eyes off of you, and yours can't help but to take in all of his features ~

Soft bovine patterns cascade down his body like clouds in a gentle wind, the starlight illuminating him for you to see his perfection. Your eyes follow the trail to see it flows around his cock and down his thigh, the sight of him sliding in and out of you simply hypnotic.

He leans down to steal a kiss from your lips before trailing down to your neck, his fangs lightly nipping along your skin - he wants more of you; all of you. Desperate, needy; his thrusting becomes rough, the both of you coming undone. The two of you ascend together, sharing in the cosmic bliss. His seed spills into you as you feel the tension in your own body snap, the electric warmth of your climax washing over you with your release.

And with him still buried deep within you, you descend into slumber together. Don't think for a moment he'll be letting you go anytime soon - the Avatar of Sloth has a few sinful ideas he'd like to enact in your dreamscape.

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atlasofsalt · 1 year

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*everyone in the human realm*

mc: *sniffs the air* whelp *claps hands* smells like it’s gonna rain soon, we should get going

*everyone but solomon visibly confused*

diavolo: fascinating *pulls out a notebook and small reading glasses* tell me more

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flappingdragon · 28 days

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haii, me again! I would like to request 🍒 & 🗣

ty <3

A/N: Based on your last ask, I’m going to guess you’re requesting for Beelzebub again XD Thanks for requesting 💙

Characters: Beelzebub

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: GN!MC, no pronouns used, no specified gender, no mentions of MC’s genitalia, Beel can be depicted as a bottom or top, but in this he’s a switch

Prompts: “🍒” and “🗣”

🍒 - How quick are they to finish?

It depends on the level of stimulation.

If he’s receiving stimulation at a low and steady rate in just one area (ex: penis, nipples, anus, etc.), it would take a while for him to finish.

But if he’s being stimulated in a moderate manner without any breaks in between, he’ll finish in about a good 7-10 minutes. (If he’s the one topping, it will take him about this long to finish.)

But if you really want him to finish in under five minutes, then overstimulate him by roughly stimulating all of his sensitive areas, especially his nipples. (If he’s bottoming, it wont take him long to finish.)

🗣 - How loud are they?

Once again depends on the level of stimulation, but it also depends where he’s at.

Again, if he’s being slowly stimulated, he’s not that loud. Only a couple of sighs and hums every now and then.

If he’s being moderately stimulated, expect some shy moans, and a few loud grunts and groans. Other than that, there’s not anything too crazy.

But if he’s being overstimulated, he’s down right letting other people nearby know he’s being taken care of so well by his dearest MC.

But place wise? That’s different.

If he’s not in a public place, i.e. his room, with no one around, he’s free to be as loud as he wants. If it’s a moderately remote public place, i.e. an alleyway, he’s going to try keeping his voice down. But if it’s a very open and public place, i.e. a private VIP room in a club or out in the open, he’s not getting very loud.

He also doesn’t like to have sex in public places. It’s just not a thing for him. So if he’s letting you have sex with him outside of the house, then it’s either a rare, an emergent, or special occasion.

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badperson-8 · 1 month

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Butting In: Horny Daredevil (Part 4)

After learning about the power of a magical fleshlight, MC decides to use it more creatively. This time the targets are a couple of demons, a human, and an angel. How far will MC go to sate their own desires? …Very far. Too far, actually.

amabMC x Diavolo

2k words | NSFW | Porn without plot | gn!pronouns MC | AO3 link

Content Warnings: Anal Sex

A sequel to the Butting In series, now featuring other romanceable characters. Links to previous parts with the Demon Brothers:

Part 1 (Lucifer, Mammon, Levi) Part 2 (Satan, Asmo) Part 3 (Beel, Belphie)

Diavolo impatiently looks at the clock, barely able to contain his excitement. He couldn’t stay in his stuffy office any longer, counting hours, then mere minutes, before MC would finally arrive at the castle. So now he stands right near the front doors, eagerly waiting for his lover to show up.

It is their date night, one of many, but Diavolo does his best to make every date special in its own way. Usually he just picks different exciting places and activities, each time a new one. Luckily, in both the Devildom and the Human World, there are endless numbers of ways to spend time pleasantly. MC seems to enjoy his creativity, but today Diavolo wants to try a different approach. It’s the first time the demon decides to spice things up.

Since he gave Barbatos a day off, nobody will judge him for inappropriate behavior. The prince now has a whole castle to himself, which is quite handy for his plan. He decided to impress MC by changing his usual gentlemanly demeanor to something more sensual.

So here he is, standing in a black silk robe, with nothing beneath it. Diavolo spent quite a lot of time in front of a mirror, making the robe look as appealing as possible. He ended up almost fully exposing his chest, making the neckline so low that it reached his hips. The prince decided that such a relaxed look suited him much more. And it showed off all the juicy parts, which he hoped MC would appreciate.

Diavolo was always confident in his appearance, and he witnessed MC’s reactions to his body many times before. But he still can’t help but feel proud of himself when he opens the door and sees a shocked and flustered face of his lover. Their hungry look immediately stirs fire inside of him. Diavolo was preparing the whole seductive speech while he was waiting for them to come. But as soon as MC saw him in a half-opened robe, no speeches were needed anymore.

They don’t even greet each other, immediately losing themselves in a kiss. One of MC’s hands dives under the black silk, spreading the fabric apart and opening Diavolo’s torso even more. The prince encourages such actions, pressing MC’s body closer to him and letting his hands grope everything they manage to find in the heat of a kiss. He notices a little bag in MC’s other hand, but he couldn’t care less about it right now.

MC fondles his chest, squeezing the pleasant roundness in their hand and paying special attention to Diavolo’s nipples. The prince grunts into a kiss as MC’s fingers start teasing the nipples, making them hard and sensitive. Since his lover went straight for his most sensitive spots, it’s impossible for him to hold back any longer.

MC senses magic swirling around them as they and Diavolo get teleported right into his bedroom. Such a way of transportation is a common occurrence for them. Because whenever Diavolo gets impatient, which happens all the time, he doesn’t have enough self-restraint to simply find a suitable place for sex. He just teleports himself and his lover either into the nearest private location or his bedroom, depending on the mood.

MC lands right on a giant bed, immediately getting pinned down by the demon, who settles on top of them. Diavolo doesn’t let them catch a break, instantly connecting his lips with theirs. The magic from his hands spreads across MC’s body, making their clothes slowly disappear. Diavolo’s robe is wide-open, the belt must’ve fallen somewhere during teleportation. So now the only piece of clothing on the prince’s body hangs only on his arms. It allows MC to get a glorious view of Diavolo’s chest, which rises and lowers to the rhythm of his impatient, heavy breathing. And a view of his half-hard cock, which he grinds needily against MC’s thighs, causing their dick to throb in response.

“Wait just a second…” MC manages to lean their head to the side and escape Diavolo’s hungry kisses. “I also have a surprise for you. So please… Ngh!” They barely manage to hold back a loud moan once Diavolo’s hips rub especially powerfully against their cock. The prince listens to MC very attentively, but that doesn’t mean that he is capable of stopping his body from grinding against his human. The only way to calm him down when he gets so turned on is by sating his appetites. Several times. Diavolo is capable of many things, but self-control in bed is not one of them.

“Dia… Ugh!” MC’s second attempt is just as unsuccessful as the first one. Diavolo honestly stopped kissing his lover when they asked, and gave them a chance to speak. But it seems that they’ll have to postpone their attempt to talk till Diavolo becomes just a little less active. Because the intensity with which the prince rubs against their sensitive spots doesn’t allow MC to form coherent sentences. It gets especially unfair when Diavolo’s hand reaches for MC’s dick and starts pumping it, with the intention of preparing it for thrusting inside his longing ass. MC is on the verge of giving up, because Diavolo’s actions make their brain melt. Maybe they’ll be more successful next time.

Unless… MC still feels a bag in their hand, so if they manage to get to the content, it may force Diavolo to slow down. They try to shift their focus from a hot man on top of them to the bag. Their hand slides inside, blindly searching for the object. They find a lubricant, but it’s not it. Maybe if they reach deeper into the bag…

“Ahh!” Diavolo trembles from a sudden sensation of something touching his ass. He doesn’t feel the warmth of MC’s fingers, but he still senses a slight pressure on his hole. “What is…?” He finally stops stroking MC’s cock, slowly raising his upper body and towering above his lover. The confusion made him pause all his movements, but not for long. MC can clearly see the agitated trembling of his thighs and throbbing erection. Diavolo is still sitting on them, making their dick and balls feel the weight of his butt. They better make every word count if they want to actually use the device they brought.

“It’s an artifact that connects to your body. Give me your hand.” MC lifts themself and takes Diavolo’s hand, moving it closer to the fleshlight. The prince allows his human to do whatever they want, as always. When MC lubricates two of his fingers and makes them slide inside the artifact, Diavolo breathes shakily from strange sensations. He can feel the heat and barely noticeable pulsation of soft flesh inside the device. And at the same time, he feels the invisible touches to his hole.

MC watches the show with great interest and amusement. Diavolo looks bewildered, so they get a rare chance to actually be in charge. Usually, the prince acts so eagerly that MC doesn’t have a chance to do much besides bask in Diavolo’s lust for them. They don’t mind in the slightest, but it’s nice to be the one who is in control.

“Come on, go deeper than that.” They smile at him cunningly, squeezing his hand and forcefully pushing his fingers deeper into the fleshlight. Diavolo moans loudly as he feels the movements deep inside his ass. It is bizarre to sense the intrusion, but don’t actually feel the object that physically penetrates him.

But MC doesn’t let Diavolo dwell on it for too long, moving their hand toward his hole. The prince grunts even louder when he feels his lover’s fingers slowly pushing inside his entrance. Soon, they reach just as deeply as his own hand inside the artifact, granting him indescribable sensations. Diavolo feels everything twice as intense as usual. His and MC’s hands don’t get in the way of each other, freely coexisting within the same space and making Diavolo lose his mind from double pleasure. His ass squeezes around both pairs of fingers, pushing them deeper. The prince trembles with his whole body as he comes for such piercing stimulation. His dick releases cum right on MC’s chest, making them smirk. Diavolo looks absolutely mind-blown, but they barely even started.

They carefully remove the artifact from Diavolo’s fingers while the prince is trying to catch a breath. MC’s dick and balls are still trapped under Diavolo’s butt, but they’ll have to wait for their turn just a little longer. Diavolo’s cock is still hard and sensitive after the climax, but MC knows too well how fast the prince can regain his stamina. So they swiftly lubricate the artifact, and before Diavolo can understand what is going on, they press the fleshlight to the tip of his dick.

Diavolo’s hips unconsciously jerk from the sudden stimulation of his overly sensitive cock. This sharp motion sends shivers down MC’s spine as Diavolo’s ass grinds against their own dick. They clench their teeth and keep going, pushing the fleshlight further and making Diavolo’s dick slide inside.

“Aahh!” Diavolo trembles with his whole body, shutting his eyes from pleasure. He feels his cock inside his own ass, filling him to the brim. MC doesn’t give him time to get used to the sensation, pushing the fleshlight all the way down to Diavolo’s balls. His cock is now fully inside the artifact, driving the demon crazy. “I-... It’s so… It’s too much…” Diavolo moans, feeling the approach of his second orgasm.

“Come on, fill your ass with cum, my dear,” MC mockingly whispers into his ear. The prince can barely control his body: the irrepressible trembling overtakes him. He is one step away from coming. “Make it nice and wet for me.” MC slightly shifts their position and manages to grind against Diavolo’s hole with their dick. This is more than enough for the prince to lose his mind and come for the second time, filling the fleshlight with sticky liquid. He can feel it deep inside him, even though it’s not actually there.

Meanwhile, MC quickly lubricates their cock and Diavolo’s hole, making up for the lack of actual cum. They waited long enough to finally join the fun.

“Are you going to…?” Diavolo opens his eyes and looks at his human. His voice sounds tired, but he’ll regain his strength within several seconds.

“Yes.” MC nods, impatiently rubbing their cock against the demon’s ass. Diavolo shivers with anticipation, instantly getting as restless as his lover. His hand holds the fleshlight, not letting it fall down from his dick. An unnecessary precaution, since the size of his cock won’t allow the artifact to fall that easily. His black robe is barely holding on his arms, hardly covering his body. But the black silk beautifully accentuates the demon’s tanned skin, making MC gawk at him in awe. Diavolo moves his second hand behind his back and squeezes MC’s dick, making them grunt from pleasure. He aims the tip to his hole as he lowers his hips.

Both lovers moan in unison as MC’s dick penetrates Diavolo’s butt. The demon’s ass instantly clenches around the cock, squeezing Diavolo’s dick at the same time. The double stimulation from both sides makes Diavolo completely lose control. He vigorously rides MC’s dick, thrusting inside the artifact at full force. His human can only hold on for their life, letting the demon use them as the second sex toy.

Diavolo’s ass tirelessly pounds MC’s hips as he jerks the fleshlight along his cock. The prince grunts in satisfaction once he feels MC’s cum filling him. But he is too far gone to stop. Neither MC’s nor his own orgasms prevent him from keeping going.

Even when MC turns into an immobilized mess, unable to move even a limb, the demon mercilessly goes for several more rounds. After that night, MC needs two weeks to recover. Before Diavolo offers to use the artifact once again. Unfortunately for MC, the prince can be very persuasive.

Safe to say, MC’s surprise was a success.

P.S. Shout-out to Revon522, one of the readers on AO3. The general idea of Diavolo's part belongs to them. They inspired me to write the sequel to Butting In with side characters.

P.P.S. The art doesn't belong to me, it's an official art from Shall We Date: Obey Me! (Post-Date Party card)

Part 1 (Lucifer, Mammon, Levi) Part 2 (Satan, Asmo) Part 3 (Beel, Belphie) AO3 Link

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Demon Brothers as Single Fathers

What if the brothers already had a kid when MC first appeared in the Devildom?

Characters: demon brothers, gn! kid and gn! MC

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CW: lesson 16, death during childbirth mentioned, but there's nothing explicit. Some brothers are better fathers than others, but they all love their kid with a passion. Romantic interest towards MC at the end

Lucifer

There´s no way he’s having a kid with a random woman. I already posted a headcanon regarding demonic pregnancies, stating them as difficult, so my guess here is that he had a long-term relationship and his partner died during childbirth.

Of course, he’d cope with her death just like he coped with Lilith’s: hiding his feelings. He had his sister’s room hidden in the House of Lamentation without any of his brothers knowing, so it makes sense that he’d hide everything regarding his former partner from everyone, including his child.

Now, don’t get me wrong, he loves that kid, but he is who he is. A strict parent that wants his family to be perfect, obedient and loyal to Lord Diavolo. His child might get an obvious special treatment, but they still have to reach their father’s standards.

All of that, mixed with the load of paperwork he has to take care of on the daily, makes bonding time very limited.

When MC arrives, he makes sure they know not to bother the kid, his threats visible to anyone with eyes.

We know MC, however. They meddle and they become friends with most of the brothers very easily, so it’s understandable that the kid wants to get close to them too.

Lucifer tries really hard to break that friendship, not trusting MC at all, but the more effort he puts in that task, the more effort his kid puts in disobeying him. And we all know Satan is helping them just to anger Lucifer.

It all reaches an end when MC frees Belphie from the attic.

The kid doesn’t understand the situation, why their new friend is all bruised and bloody on the floor and why their uncle is laughing in such evil way.

Lucifer only gets how much his kid loves the human when he sees their distraught over MC’s death and their tears of relief when MC reappears in perfect conditions.

Time passes and the family is whole again, granting the kid a new feeling of happiness and comfort they’ve never felt before. Lucifer feels obligated to rethink the situation when he sees that.

Then comes the last day of MC’s stay at the Devildom and he knows he’ll regret not showing his desire of deepening their relationship before they leave.

His kid and his brothers are not the only ones that need MC anymore.

Mammon

I kind of imagine him having a child with a one-night stand, to be honest. For the sake of this fic, the other parent is not in the picture, but Mammon loves kids, so there’s no doubt he’d keep his own.

And oh, how much he spoils them. He saves money just for them. Does he go right back into bankruptcy after that? Yes, but the intention is there, you know.

I also think the brothers would use the child to blackmail him, like “you’re such a scumbag, Mammon, you’re going to disappoint the kid”. A dick move, but they are assholes to Mammon most of the time.

And then comes MC, rocking Mammon’s world and, by extent, the child’s.

No matter how old the kid is, they can sense their father’s love towards the human. It’s almost painful to see and it brings so much second hand embarrassment, but Mammon’s happiness makes everything worth it.

Especially when MC starts to defend Mammon from his brothers’ insults.

The kid promotes themselves from child to matchmaker.

They spoil their uncles' plans with MC so they can spend time with their father, boasting Mammon’s confidence and telling MC how good he is and how good of a couple they’d make.

At first MC thinks it’s pure childhood innocence, not suspecting the kid is acting on ulterior motives, but Mammon knows what his kid is doing.

He tries to defend his status as too good to be interested in a mere human, let alone date them. Of course, the child sees right through his bullshit.

No one stands a chance against his little hellspawn, not even him.

Suffice to say, MC and Mammon establish their relationship long before the year ends.

Leviathan

I love Levi, I truly do, but c’mon guys. I doubt he has any friends outside the online world, let alone a partner; we can all agree he’s a virgin. So, for him to have a child, I think he would’ve had to be either really lucky or unlucky (depending on how you see it), meaning that his brothers took him out of his comfort zone so he could lose his virginity and he left that one girl pregnant.

I think the mother wouldn’t have wanted to be in a relationship with him, leaving him more reclusive than ever. He needed his brothers’ help to lose his virginity and now not even the mother of his child wanted to stay with him? Yeah, he’s not leaving his room ever again.

It’s difficult for him to bond with the kid at the beginning due to the lack of knowledge on how to take care of a child and the kid being born out of a loveless meaningless one-night stand.

He watches and buys anything family-related, finally understanding that the way he became a father doesn’t have to influence their relationship, so he steps up really quick.

Don’t worry, the brothers offer their help the whole time.

They spend most of the time in his room, bonding over anime, manga, videogames and cosplay, especially about TSL. He also forces himself to get out of his room more often for the sake of his kid, even if it’s minimal.

He still distrusts MC when they arrive, not paying them any attention, but he has to reconsider a little bit when he sees the kid so interested in them.

The whole TSL quiz happens and he’s surprised to see not only Mammon and Beel helped MC, but his child too. He feels betrayed and irrationally mad at all of them for an hour or less, just until the kid insists on MC’s genuine interest on TSL and convinces him to give them a chance.

After that, their friendship develops quicker than anyone could've ever anticipated, as well as Levi’s crush on MC.

Another kid that evolves into a matchmaker, although their methods are more dramatic due to being based on anime and manga.

The rest of the brothers have a lot of fun witnessing the whole thing.

Satan

My man has contacts, he knows people all around the kingdom, he fucks. I’m not sure if the child came out of a long-term relationship or a one-night stand, but his contacts definitely have something to do with it.

His whole mission is to treat his child better than Lucifer ever treated him.

No baby voice at all, what nonsense is that? When he reads to them at night he uses different voices according to each character, same as when they play.

The type of parent that wants to respect his kid so much he kind of treats them like an adult. Full conversations and everything. More like monologues, actually, but Satan is patient enough to wait for his kid’s answer, even if it’s a babble.

Cats everywhere. Toys, clothes, bedsheets… You know the drill.

Overall, Satan puts his whole heart into his child’s development.

And when MC arrives, he’s only curious about them because Lucifer is on edge. He’d prefer if his child was left to their own devices, living their life in peace with no human bothering them for no reason.

Then he swaps bodies with Lucifer.

Boy oh boy.

The moment he sees his child running to his brother instead of him, he’s spitting fire. MC intervenes just when the kid starts to get scared, something he’s extremely grateful for.

After the pact is made, both him and the kid see MC in a completely different light, but he doesn’t think about taking them out on a date until his child trips and falls while playing in the garden.

MC tends to them, dries their tears and cleans their bloody knees before using some cute bandaids on them. Cat-themed bandaids.

How could he say no to that?

Asmodeus

One-night stand one-night stand one-night stand one-night stand.

One-night stand? YES.

I’m surprise he doesn’t have a legion of children, Hercules style, but oh well, what do I know.

I like to think the mother tried to stay, but Asmo is a certified narcissist who loves spending time with himself and who’d also love the idea of having a mini him running around, ready to try new clothes on every opportunity and match him.

It’d be difficult to stay in a family like that, with a partner that monopolizes the child’s time so selfishly. It’s bad, but I could understand if the mother chose to leave. I don’t even know if Asmo would care, given that it was a one-night stand with no feelings involved, and he’d probably believe himself to be enough.

Asmo is as dirty minded as ever and he still has various relationships, but he tries to tone down really hard, at least in front of his kid.

They’re partners in crime above all, their chemistry is insane. ‘Don’t talk to me or my son ever again’ type of relationship.

Although the kid doesn’t have Asmo’s charming powers, they’re cunning. Doe eyed with a shiny glare and a brilliant smile, who could say no to them? Sometimes they even fool their own father.

Both of them are pretty superficial, but kind-hearted at the bottom of their hearts. It just takes some time and effort to see that.

The kid treats MC the same way Asmo does, although they have no ill intent, they just want to be like their father. So when Asmo starts to show some interest in MC, pursuing a friendship, so does his child.

Partners in crime, remember? It doesn’t take long for the child to act coy and cute, turning MC’s interest to Asmo. Again, no charm nor manipulation, but a little help from an innocent hand never hurts anyone, does it?

Beelzebub

I don’t have a single idea where the child came from, but if there’s something I’m sure of it’s that they’re each other’s best friend.

Beel takes them everywhere, in his arms, strapped to his chest or sitting on his shoulders, he doesn’t care, but they’re together all the time.

Scared to his very core of losing them, but tries not to be overbearing, trusting his brothers to take care of them when he can’t, mostly Lucifer and Belphie.

They're the most important reason to control himself, Beel feels guilty when he lets loose and scares his child. Seeing your father eat a column can’t be pleasant, after all.

Another one that ignores MC when they get there, preferring spending time with his child. Now more than ever, since Belphie apparently went to the human realm as an exchange student.

When he breaks MC’s wall and they’re forced to share his room, he’s introduced to the dilemma of whether letting them sleep in Belphie’s bed while he shares his own with his kid or letting them sleep in his bed, with his kid in Belphie’s and him on the floor.

He’s very reluctant to let anyone but his twin sleep in the other bed. His nightmares lessen when he shares his space with the child as well, so Beel’s very conflicted.

MC offers to be the one sleeping on the floor, something he immediately refuses, so he finally agrees to let them both sleep in his bed while he’s on the floor.

He doesn’t sleep that night.

It isn’t until MC defends him from his own brother that he starts to think of them as a true friend. He trusts them with his kid and he even feels okay leaving them alone while he’s out doing his own things.

Days after MC goes back to sleeping in their room, his child confides in him how much they miss having the human with them and Beel can’t help but agree.

He asks for his child’s permission before taking MC out on a date.

Belphegor

Had the child with a situationship, but the mother thought he would be too absent to be a good father. She tried to leave with the kid, but Belphie insisted on keeping them. Being one of the Avatars of the Devildom, he had the upper hand.

As much as he tries to be present, he can’t help but fall asleep most of the day, so Beel takes the role of second father. Still, Belphie wants to be in the same room as his kid all the time, even when unconscious.

He’s able to enter other people’s dreams, so his favourite way of bonding is at night, interrupting his child’s nightmares and transforming them into beautiful dreams where they can do whatever they want to do.

He even made versions of Lilith and Beel for them to be together during those dreams.

Kind of entitled, to be honest.

Belphie is a brat and so is his kid, but the child at least has the benefit of the doubt.

When Lucifer imprisons him he’s ready to destroy the house. The only way he can talk to his kid now is through dreams and even then he isn’t sure what to tell them. In the end he decides to let the kid be, but he’s always on edge, trapped, not knowing what’s happening until everyone goes to bed.

MC’s presence feels like a gift. A pathetic gift, but a gift nonetheless.

He asks about his kid and he seethes when MC tells him they’re becoming friends, how much they like spending time with the child.

He focuses so much on revenge that he doesn’t even realize what the kid could think of him if he carried along with his plans; how they could feel when all of it is done.

Killing MC is satisfying and leaves him wanting so much more.

That look from his child, his own blood, takes it all away.

Why are they crying? Why are they hiding away from him? Trying to reach MC’s corpse despite Lucifer’s words or Beel’s grabbing hands, screaming in terror when uncle Mammon doesn’t answer their questions.

Then MC reappears, looking as perfect as ever, and Belphie is overwhelmed with relief, convinced that maybe his kid will stop looking at him that way.

But that doesn’t happen.

He sleeps with Beel that night, feeling lonelier than ever, hands aching and reaching for a smaller body that isn't there. He can’t find them in their dreams when he falls asleep and when morning arrives and he goes to the bathroom, he makes sure there’s no blood under his fingernails.

It takes days before his kid can even look at him without that angry pout on their face. They tell him they’ve been sleeping with MC, listening to their advice so they can mend their relationship with him.

Ever since then, Belphie can’t help but blush whenever MC is in the room.

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