the-house-of-asmodeus

[the-house-of-asmodeus]

This is explicit content. Minors DNI.

Diabolik Lovers

Sakamaki Laito

Meet Carmen, the dominating OC I created to put haughty predators in their place.

I hope you enjoy her.

Dom!OC x Sub!Laito

[1]

“Hey, bitch-chan. Don’t ignore me. You know that isn’t wise.”

Maybe not, but Carmen was feeling spiteful. She still had painful bruises on her neck from his last visit which meant that she didn’t feel like playing nice this time. (Not that she ever did. She wasn’t that easy.) She wanted to be mean. Being mean brought her satisfaction even though it meant she’d probably have to pay for it later. That was a problem for future-her, though. Presently, Laito was a pain in the ass so she’d treat him like the annoying fly he was. It brought her some sadistic glee to imagine him begging.

“Bitch-chan——”

The moniker was beginning to get old. It was degrading. Such uncouth behaviour was unacceptable. Especially to a proud woman such as herself.

It was apparent that Laito needed to learn some respect.

But how to teach a fucked-up sicko like him in a language he actually understood? Words? Ha. Like he cared about what she had to say.

There was only one way to discipline a sick pervert like Laito.

“Shut up, leech.” She spat, slamming her book shut. “You want my attention? Fine. But you don’t get to regret it.”

Carmen pushed down on his shoulders, ignoring his fake-outrage as she forced him into a chair. If he really hated her actions he could easily break her arms. The fact he didn’t just proved to show how much of a pervert he really was.

“Enjoy my attention.” Carmen told him mockingly as she slammed her lips onto his into a rough kiss.

As expected, Laito moaned into the gesture, flushing lewdly. The performance felt exaggerated. In a normal world, such a reaction would be flattering. But Carmen knew better. Everything about Laito was fake. His reactions were practiced practically to perfection - meant to lure unsuspecting girls into his sweet trap.

She bit down on his lip hard enough to draw blood. At the same time, she pressed her knee into his crotch.

Laito’s eyes widened slightly before he quickly masked his startled expression with a forced laugh.

“What do you think y - h—haa?!”

Smirking, she pressed her knee in further, feeling his cock stiffen beneath her weight. By the shocked glint his eyes, it became apparent that the reaction was completely unintentional. Good. That meant it was genuine.

“What,” she smirked, rocking into him, “a pervert like you can’t handle a little pressure?”

Laito bit back a whimper.

“This is nothing, bitch-ch-chaaah—”

The poor thing wasn’t used to being dominated. The lack of control must be head-spinningly new. Carmen was thrilled to be his first.

She grabbed his tip through the fabric of his pants and pinched, drawing a horrible keen from his warbling throat.

“Did you really think you were in control all this time?” Carmen mocked, squeezing his dick tightly. “The only control you have is the control I permit you to have. You aren’t in control.”

“I am in control—-” Laito hissed, squirming. Clearly, he was fighting to contain his own reactions. He reacted this way because he was a pervert, not because she did anything to make him react. He chose to behave like this. That was the only explanation to why he was humouring this human.

“Are you?” Carmen asked as his hips bucked into her against his will. “You stupid pervert. You’re so far gone you’ve become my little bitch. Look at you! So desperate for my human attention. What’s this?”

She pointed to the wet spot in his pants.

“You’re so wet. And it’s because of me, isn’t it?”

“No,” he denied vehemently, “I’m just perverted that way. It has nothing to do with—-gah!”

She slapped his cock.

“So you’d let any girl dominate you?” Carmen slapped his cheek, relishing in both the sting of her palm and his shocked expression. “You’re pathetic. And here I was thinking you were special. Turns out you’re just that easy.”

“No!”

“No?” She echoed in amusement. “So, it’s just me?”

“Y—N-no… I—gah!”

She tugged at his hair causing his hat to fall off as she yanked firmly. “What other girls have ever dominated you like this? Should I stop? I’ll stop if I’m not the first.”

“I-it’s just y-you! It’s just you!” Laito moaned. “You’re the o-only one!”

“Good boy.” Carmen praised, reaching in his pants and stroking his cock. “You’ll only whine for me, right?”

“O-only you.” He promised with a shudder, eyes widening as though he couldn’t quite believe what he was saying. Heat coiled in his lower abdomen, spreading. He was almost on the verge of—-

“Hmph. I bet all those other girls have never made you cum before.” Carmen mused. “Should I make you cum?”

“Yes!” He screamed.

“Yes, what?”

“Y-yes, p-please.” Laito wiggled, throbbing with need.

She stared at him.

“I don’t feel like it.” She released his cock and stood up causing him to sob. “You can make yourself cum.”

“N-no, I—-” he stuttered clumsily. “C-come back!”

“Don’t want to.”

Laito growled, clawing desperately at his pants. He tried to pull them off but he couldn’t. His cock was too hard. His pants were caught. He couldn’t reach.

“T-tight.” He whined, pawing at his crotch. “It’s too tight. I can’t—-bitch-chan!”

“That isn’t my name.” Carmen flipped open her book with a bored expression.

“C-carmen,” he tried again.

“We aren’t on first name basis.” She turned a page.

Laito sobbed.

“Do you really want to cum that badly?” She asked sweetly.

“Yes!”

She smiled.

“Then beg.” She told him. “Call me ‘master’ and beg.”

He recoiled.

“N-no.” Laito hissed. “A mere mortal dares to… I—no, never! Know your place, human. I—-”

“Your loss.” Carmen closed her book and began walking away. “I’m willing to bet that you’re the type of pathetic loser that needs a partner to have an orgasm. Shame you don’t have one.”

She paused, mockingly.

“I know!” She grinned cruelly. “Why don’t you ask one of your brothers for help? Surely one of them is twisted enough to—”

That was the finally straw.

“P-please, m-master…” he sniffled, latching onto her sleeve. “Please let me cum. Please.”

Carmen smirked.

“Why should I?”

“B-because—-um, because—-"

“Because you’re my bitch, right?” She cooed. “You’re my loyal bitch. Say it.”

“I’m,” Laito swallowed, “I’m your—-I can’t say it!”

“You have to.” Carmen frowned crossly. “If you don’t then I can’t help you. I’m the kind of owner that only helps her pets.”

“P-pet?! But—I’m not—”

“I take good care of my pets, Laito.” Carmen smiled sweetly. “I promise. If you’re a good pet, I’ll treat you well.”

He gulped.

“So why should I help you, Laito?”

“Because,” he shuddered, convulsing in equal parts disgust and arousal, “I’m your loyal bitch.”

Carmen ripped open his pants and knelt down.

“That’s right.” She licked her lips. “You’re my bitch-chan. Good boy, Laito.”

She kissed his head, slowly taking him in, inch by inch.

Laito gripped the armrests of the chair so tightly he left behind claw marks.

“I—” his eyes rolled as his hips twitched, “I can’t—gyah—Fuck! I’m cu—”

“Hold it in.” Carmen ordered.

The heat coiled in his gut, spreading down into his dick. His cock twitched as he grit his teeth and pleaded for it to stop, but to no avail.

“Aren’t you a pervert?” Carmen snapped. “You should have enough experience to control this. Control it, Laito. You said you were in control, didn’t you? Or were you lying? Pathetic.”

Maybe he was pathetic.

Laito desperately wanted to be in control, but the truth was that he wasn’t. Even now, he could feel the cum pulsing uncontrollably through his dick.

“I—-I can’t!” He wailed. “I ca—ngh!”

“Hold. It. In.”

Laito clenched his fists and thrashed, trying not to cum. He willed it to stop. He tried crossing his legs and pressing his thighs together, but nothing worked.

He had no control.

“Master!” He shrieked, trying to plug it in with his bare hands. “I can’t—I’m sorry—I can’t stooooaaaaaaah~!”

Against his will, his cock spurt an endless stream of cum, splattering into his trembling hands and spilling everywhere. There was too much to contain in his palms. His cock bounced as it squirted onto the chair and floor, staining Carmen’s skirt.

Laito heaved a sob as he stared at the mess.

“How pathetic, bitch-chan.” Carmen sneered. “You aren’t just a pervert. You’re a pathetic excuse for a vampire. Look at the mess you made! You couldn’t even control yourself! Even perverts know better then to cum for humans. Where’s your pride?”

He winced.

“You even ended up obeying me.” Carmen exclaimed gleefully.

Laito clutched his head and sobbed again.

“Oh, Laito.” Carmen said gently, caressing his face. “I’ll take good care of you. I promise.“

He shuddered as she forced him to meet her gaze.

Laito felt something crack.

“What do you say?”

“Yes, master.”

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[the-house-of-asmodeus]

This is explicit content. Minors DNI.

Obey me!

Asmodeus

Just a Little More - Asmodeus

Everyone has that moment of indulgence when they think - just a little more, this’ll be the last time. Promise.

And then their addiction consumes them.

Something so ugly yet pleasurable that you love it as much as you hate it. You want to be rid of it—-but you can’t stand the thought of living without it.

Such was the curse of Asmodeus.

Asmodeus was cursed with lust.

He had always felt the whisper of sin even before he had fallen. When he fell, something changed deep within him. An unquenchable fire sparked within his flesh - one he couldn’t douse no matter how hard he tried. The desire burning in his body became worse.

(And he tried, desperately, to rid himself of it.)

Asmodeus could recall the first time lust overtook him - the start of his fall from grace, from angel to demon.

To an angel, sin was a foreign act.

Angels don’t sin.

They aren’t angels anymore if they do.

Angels don’t sin, Asmodeus chanted to himself. Angels don’t sin.

Lust is a terrible sin.

Indulge once, and it’s impossible to resist.

“Angels don’t si—”

His dick twitched, straining against his pants, a wet spot forming at his groin.

“Stop,” he hissed, “stop. St—stop it!”

The heat in his belly only worsened from the attention.

Asmodeus tugged harshly at his hair, hoping that maybe the pain would keep the pleasure at bay. Instead, he felt himself hardening further.

“A-aah..” a moan slipped passed his lips as the tight fabric of his pants rubbed against his erect penis. “N-no, this—this is wrong! I have—-to, t—sto—oooh… !”

Asmodeus squirmed pathetically, thighs rubbing together. He fought against all instincts to rut himself against his bed.

“G-get.. ngh-a grip!” Asmodeus slapped himself, leaving a stinging red mark on his cheek. “You have to stop!”

He felt his arousal swell at the sting of pain, dick perking up in interest. His heart sunk. Did—no, had he enjoyed that? No. No! That—that couldn’t be! He wasn’t into that. He wasn’t—

This wasn’t like him at all.

He was Asmodeus, the most lovely angel of Heaven. He was beautiful and pure, not whatever this was. He wasn’t some sort of horny, sex-crazed—-

He buried his face in his hands.

This wasn’t him.

It wasn’t.

He couldn’t imagine himself, the beautiful and lovely Asmodeus, a moaning wet mess lying on a soiled bed looking utterly debauched. He couldn’t possibly imagine himself with such a sinful expression, greedily pumping his own large, swollen, leaking erection.

Except he did.

He choked, eyes widening at the sudden onslaught of mental images that the unwanted thought triggered.

This is weird, Asmodeus thought frantically, this isn’t proper—this is wrong!

Still, his hands twitched towards his bulge, itching to reenact the fantasy.

He swallowed.

“I—I have to take care of this.. right?” He reasoned tentatively. “J—just to get rid of it?”

That’s right. The sooner he handled this the sooner it would go away, and then he’d never have to deal with it again and—

His fingers trembled as he released his throbbing member from it’s confines, brushing against the trembling tip.

He jolted, hands retreating.

“W-what am I doing?” Asmodeus whispered in horrified fascination. Was he about to actually give in to the temptation?

No way.

He wouldn’t.

He was an angel. His will was strong. He could resist—

And yet, his body reacted on it’s own.

His hips jerked forwards against his will, dick plunging into his pillow.

“Ngh-!” He cried, bucking his hips again, desperately trying to gain friction. “Hyah! G—guh…!”

He seized his dick, and gave a little squeeze.

“Oh!” His eyes widened. That felt—that felt divine. How could something so sinful feel so—-

His body shuddered in delight.

Asmodeus’ face flushed as he began mewling, control slipping, and hands dripping in precum as he pumped with increasing desperation.

“Come on—-come on!” He snarled. “I—-aah!”

Asmodeus bit his lip, eyes rolling back.

“M-more!” He moaned. “More! More! M—”

He screamed in frustration, a hideous snarl on his face.

Just let me have my release! He thought lustfully. I don’t care anymore!

But he did care, he still cared, and he never stopped caring.

He didn’t want to turn into a moaning mess. Not really. Asmodeus would rather die than let that happen. He would sooner kill himself than let another see his cute facade crumble to reveal such an ugly side of him.

But…

Just this once, Asmodeus thought sobbing, tears of pleasure spilling from him. Just this once I’ll indulge and then never again! I’ll never sin again!

Asmodeus orgasmed with a scream and an empty promise.

“N.. n-never again,” he panted, laying utterly wrecked on his soiled bed - laying soiled in his own unholy juices. “I’ll never— hrk—do this a-again.”

He slumped tiredly, eyes landing on a mirror.

He looked filthy, and it sent a jolt of heat to his groin.

“N-never again.” Asmodeus reaffirmed weakly, thighs spread barely apart.

…

He awoke mid-scream with his fist wrapped around his swollen dick.

“W—what—?” Asmodeus stuttered, biting back a moan.

He hadn’t meant for this to happen.

His hands moved while he slept.

How can an angel sin in their sleep?

How can an angel sin unintentionally?

Asmodeus’ entire body trembled as he shoved his semen covered fist into his mouth, silencing himself.

The pain—the pleasure—was excruciating.

Tears streamed down his face as his teeth sharpened into fangs, eyes full of fear as horns pushed through his scalp.

No, no, no—-

His dick pulsed, squirting enough cum to fill an entire bucket.

What’s happening to me?!

“No! N—no! Nooooo—-! Ple—eee-ah, pl-please! O—ooh—-guuh… a-aaah!”

All his sanity seemed to spill out with his cum. Any ounce of control thrown aside as he squeezed and railed his dick as hard as he could.

He looked like a mess. A filthy, demonic, mess of cum and sweat.

“U—uhm! Hyuh… G—haaa… ngh-!” He moaned like a bitch in heat. “Yes—yes! Yes! More! I need—-”

Asmodeus searched frantically for something—anything he could use to help satisfy his lust. He shoved his fingers into himself with a loud moan. Then, his eyes fell onto his mirror, clarity returning.

“What—-what have I d-done?” He whispered, horrified at what he was becoming. “I—-”

His body spasmed as his finger brushed against his prostrate.

“Ngh—I have—to st—-aaaaaaaaaah~!”

His dick swung upwards with a jerk of his hips, cum spraying out as lust clouded his mind once again.

He sobbed pathetically.

Asmodeus was once an angel.

And angels don’t sin.

…

“You alright, Asmo?”

“L-Lilith,” he smiled pleasantly.

“You look tired.” She said with a frown. “Are you sleeping properly?”

“Oh, yes.” He nodded, eyes clouding dreamily. “Wonderfully.”

He blinked, jolting.

“N-not wonderfully,” he told himself harshly.

“Asmo?”

“I’m—fine.” He said, eyes darting towards his room.

“Maybe you should go lie down for a bit.” Lilith advised.

“Bed?” Asmodeus repeated, freezing. “No. No, that’s not a good—”

Lying in bed would only remind him of his nightly transformations. Of how a piece of his angelic appearance melted away each time he further indulged in his shameful habits.

He tried to push away the thought of bed and all the fantasies he could reenact in his own but—-

Heat spread through his body, panic filling his eyes as he felt himself beginning to harden.

“On second thought, I-I think I will.”

He fled to his room, slamming the door just in time as his body began transforming.

He hissed in pain as his halo dimmed, dick rising in hardness, and horns growing from his head. He hadn’t lost his wings yet but soon he would. He was falling, and there was nothing he could do to stop.

Asmodeus sobbed as his hand began stroking his dick.

“J-just a little more,” he moaned, “this is the last time… I pro—promise—!”

Such empty words.

One could see them as pathetic empty words coming from a being overcome by his addiction. But maybe… they were a cry for help by a being overwhelmed by his darkest desires.

Addiction is a lonely beast to resist - guilt torments, and shame isolates.

This addiction, in particular, was such an ugly thing, but Asmodeus could no longer live without it. Too ashamed to ask for help. Too far gone to turn back.

The lovely Asmodeus, conquered by lust.

Who would’ve thought?

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[the-house-of-asmodeus]

This is explicit content. Minors DNI.

Obey Me!

Simeon

Under the Influence - Simeon

Simeon should’ve known better than to accept a gift from the Avatar of Lust, or at least suspected something was amiss when the innocent looking chocolate tasted far sweeter than it had any right to be. Now, he paid for it. He felt almost feverish - his body too hot, face dripping with sweat as his expression screwed into something far from holy. He caught himself, stopping just in time to stifle a shameful sound. Simeon bit down on his lip, thighs barely apart as he fled through the hallway.

He couldn’t return to Purgatory Hall in this state. What if Luke saw him? Luke shouldn’t see this. He mustn’t. This wasn’t a sight for—-

He gasped, shuddering as the heat spread to his groin.

His body trembled as he clenched and unclenched his fists. It was a fierce struggle not to touch himself then and there. He was an angel. His will should be stronger than this -

“A—ah... !”

Simeon clapped a hand over his mouth, eyes wide. His heart raced.

That-that was loud!

He glanced around cautiously, like a tentative naughty child.

No one heard. He was---

"Simeon?" You called, emerging from your room. "Are you alright?"

His dick twitched, coming to life.

Suddenly, everything felt worse, and the heat became stronger.

"No," he croaked, realization dawning, "no, no, no..."

This was dangerous. He was dangerous. He couldn't--

"What's--"

"I-" Simeon started, trying to warn you away, only for a sudden wave of lust to wash over him. He wanted to run, to disappear, to hide this disgraceful sight from you but his body would not obey. Instead, he found himself caging you against the wall, arms snaking around you.

His dick throbbed, straining against the fabric of his pants. It was becoming too much. Too hard to resist. This was dangerous.

Your face reddened as it finally clicked in your mind what was happening. You could feel his hardness against your thigh. You didn't understand. This was so unlike Simeon!

"I'm s-sorry--" he said breathlessly, "I can--I can't stop myself--it's-"

He groaned.

"It's getting worse---I... a-ah," his hips bucked against his will, dick springing from his pants.

You could only gawk as the usually so put-together angel unraveled before your very eyes. He palmed his member, then jolted as if burned, almost as if uncertain where to put his hands. He desperately wanted to touch himself and yet he fought equally not to. Instead, he settled his arms around you.

"N-ngh... p-ple.. ea-ah--pl-please!" Simeon sobbed as he clutched you, hips giving a slight jerk. "Plea--I... o-oh.."

You jolted as he began grinding himself against you.

"S--Simeon!" You exclaimed, pushing him away. "Get a hold of yourself!"

Clarity returned to his eyes, followed closely by shame.

"You're right. I--I'm sorry, please. Asmo.. gave me s-something and now--I, ugh! G-get...away..." Simeon shuddered, eyes rolling as pleasure pulsed through him. "I don't want---"

He swayed unsteadily, face twisting in pain. He was clearly uncomfortable.

Your brows furrowed in anger.

This wasn't alright.

Asmodeus shouldn't have done this.

Simeon never even had the chance to consent because of Asmodeus' dishonesty. That was unacceptable.

You rolled up your sleeves and grabbed the angel by the hand, pulling him into your room and shutting the door. You pushed him onto the bed.

"What are you--" Simeon stammered fearfully, squirming as his dick flung up against his belly.

"Stay here." You said, your heart breaking at his terrified expression. "Lock the door. Take care of yourself. I'm going to get the antidote from Asmodeus."

"Wait--" Simeon grabbed your hand, desperately. "D-don't leave me like this! Please--I can't--I've never... hrk!"

He shuddered, eyes widening in terror as his mouth opened into a wordless 'o', and his tongue lolled out.

"Simeon?"

His dick felt odd. He felt--no, that couldn't--

"S--something is wro--ngh!"

Orgasm hit him suddenly, wracking violently through his body like a tidal wave of pleasure. His legs trembled, back arching, as his eyes rolled back and he screamed.

A creamy white substance splattered on his pants, against your bed and even on your shirt.

Simeon thrashed, hands clawing at his face as he wailed. His shirt tore as three pairs of white feathery wings stretched through. It looked immensely painful to have his wings forcibly pulled out from him.

Blindly, he grabbed you and wrapped you in his wings.

"D-don't look!" Simeon pleaded, "I can't--I can't stop this!"

He hid this form for a reason. And now, thanks to Asmodeus, he had lost all control of his body.

"Look away!" He sobbed, wings furling around you so that you could not see through his feathers. But it was pointless because your eyes were already wide open, fixated on the addition pair of eyes on his face.

You understood, now, why the angels always told humans to 'fear not.'

An angel's true form was... terrifying.

And beautiful.

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