PLEASE MAKE MORE FUCKED UP BROTHER HCS. IVE BEEN SAYING FOR SO LONG HOW THEIR DEMONS AND SHOULD ACT LIKE DEMONS.
I FEEL SO STRONGLY ABOUT IT
When the brothers instructed you to keep snacks for Beel on hand, they weren't kidding. He's the sweetest boy across the three realms but there are times when he has to physically leave a room if you're in it because he's so hungry that if he stayed there for one second longer he would forget why he hasn't eaten you yet.
Levi is a black hole. He envies and envies, and it sort of spreads. When he's in one of his moods it's near impossible to hang out with him without slowly falling into it, and it can materialize differently depending on the person. Some humans lash out against the subjects of their jealousy, some obsess over themselves in a fruitless attempt to claw their way up the golden pillar they've set others on, some just curl up and stay there. It's no small miracle that you deflect most of the bothers' powers, since most humans go mad with it.
Being with Lucifer makes it impossible to forget what he is. The others have something of a personality barrier, you get so caught up in the heartsickness that you can put it to the back of your mind. But even at his sweetest moments, the way Lucifer carries himself, callous authority and cutting superiority, always leaves you with the gnawing reminder that you're taking your life in your hands.
Barbatos is a collector of secrets. He also makes lovely conversation and even better tea. He loves your company, so he has you around every week or so. You don't even realize how much of yourself you've shared until you arrive at your usual tea party and see your favourite flowers arranged in the middle of the table, which is adorable and you tell him as much. Then it's small gifts, toys you missed from your childhood, things that most remind you of home, something you swore you lost at the beach once a few summers ago, all left in front of your bedroom door. It isn't until he starts offering forgiveness for your deepest regrets, comforts for your darkest shames, that you truly realize how much he's gotten out of you.
Sometimes you wonder if Diavolo sees you as a human. He's kind and he's doting, but it sometimes feels more like you're a very treasured pet or a porcelain doll kept on the highest shelf (So it won't break? Or perhaps on display, a monument to the legacy he's leaving). It's understandable, truly, he's one of the most powerful being across all the realms, but it's somewhat disconcerting.
and i dont just mean mentally (although that is appreciated <33)
Mammon turns around to lovestare at you during class💕but his neck is at an extremely offputting angle and when you catch him staring he gets flustered and whips around away from you and you can swear you can hear bones snap
Asmo is braiding your hair and it's soft and gentle, you're almost falling asleep, so you barely register him murmuring about how beautiful you are, how stunning you look in red, how badly he'd like to paint you in it, how sure he is that your insides are as pretty as your outsides, how much he'd like to taste...
You're in the observatory with Belphie, talking in hushed giggles under the stars and the blood red moon. His hands are warm in yours and his eyes are kind, you trust him and want nothing more than to fall asleep here in a nest of pillows, but his shadow looks like its warning you to stay awake
You're venting to Satan, just something petty that your classmate did to spite you, but you're pacing around his room while he watches, and your pulse is racing and you're having to blink the red out of your eyes and you feel suddenly murderous, until you make eye contact with Satan and his eyes are glowing and you realize he's amplifying and feeding off your rage because old habits die hard
➭ A/N: Hello first Dungeon Meshi fic! Good to be here. Also I used the Greek word "plokami" which means "tentacle" for the monster. Idk. I made everything else about it up.
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"What a pain."
You groan, looking ahead of you as you view the endless sea of thick, long vines that hang down from what appears to be a very tall ceiling. The vines stretch all the way from the top, and don't stop stretching until they reach the floor, dragging on the dungeon floor like snakes, making it very hard to navigate your way through this maze that you and Laios fell into, thus separating yourselves from the rest of the group.
Laios has to agree with you as he lets out an exasperated sigh. He shakes his head as he figures Chilchuck is laughing with glee as Laios' curiosity for monsters finally lands him in a heap of trouble.
Laios draws his sword and grips the handle, and begins to cut through the thick vines, creating a pathway for you to follow him through.
"At least these vines aren't the man-eating ones," he grumbles as he cuts through a thick layer of vines.
You nod and you look around at the vines around you, taking in the different shapes and sizes of the vines, noting how some are thin and some are thick, and also noting how the colors are only brown and green, and then you look down at the array daggers strapped to your thighs. There's no way in hell you'd be able to cut through them with these daggers, so you just decide to let Laios do all of the work.
"Yeah... thank goodness," you say under your breath, replying absent-mindedly as you look around the vines again, your anxiety only grows as you see nothing but jungles of vines for miles. "Hey, Laios? How do we even know we're going in the right direction? I mean, we fell through a hole in the dungeon floor. We don't even know where we are."
Laios suddenly stops cutting and comes to a freeze, which makes you halt from behind him. He sighs again and rubs the back of his head, his fingers going through his blonde hair.
"Well..." He chuckles nervously. "I don't know if we're going in the right direction. I figured if I just started cutting then maybe we'd see some sort of clearing along the way that could at least give us some indication as to where we are, but... these vines are so dense..." His words fall off as if he already sounds defeated even though you can't possibly be more than twenty feet in.
You feel your heart clench at how defeated Laios already sounds. Usually—between him and Marcille—he's the optimistic one in the group, so to see him feel already so defeated makes you feel horrible. You reach up and with a small thunk, you put your hand on his shoulder and give him a sympathetic look.
"Hey. We'll make it out of here. I know Marcille is already panicking, finding some kind of magic spell that can track us down," you say with a chuckle, and that earns you a smile from Laios. "Don't worry. Let's just try to find some sort of clearing and we can rest, okay? I'll even..." You sigh, shaking your head. "...I'll even cook us up some of these vines for us, okay?" You tap one of the vines beside you.
With your words of encouragement, Laios' face seems to brighten up. He chuckles and looks down before slicing ahead with his sword again.
"You're right. Thanks. Let's go find us a clearing."
With another swing of Laios' sword, you continue the journey of trying to get out of this (literal) hellhole. The journey is long, and Laios has to switch arms regularly and also switches with you to chop the vines down because of how tired his arms had become, but, eventually, the thick sea of vines finally gets thinner and thinner, until finally, with one final swipe of the sword, you've reached a clearing.
It's a pond, a rather large one, that expands about forty yards. Surrounding the pond is nothing but lush, forest green with tall grass and trees with long, hanging leaves and limbs that droop down in a curling pattern. Mushrooms and flowers dot the forest floor, and sparkles of light seem to shimmer throughout the air. It's almost as if this space was right out of a storybook.
"Wow..." You step out from behind Laios, pushing away the vines from beside you and step into the grass, which is a huge contrast from that to the cobble from the dungeon floor.
"This is so strange," Laios notes, which breaks you out of your awestruck spell and turns you to face him. He's still standing at the boundary of the vines and the grassy area.
"Why would this area be here in the middle of the dungeon? I mean, it's not like we're on the upper levels of the dungeon anymore where you'd see grass," he mutters, and he slowly turns his head around to look at the pond ahead of you.
His logical way of thinking has you huff and you roll your eyes, as if dungeons were logical in the first place. They were ruled by magic and monsters—so why is this area any different?
"Oh come on, Laios. Relax." You look at him with an exasperated expression, your eyes droopy from how tired you feel from walking and cutting down vines. You rub your sore shoulder. "It's a dungeon, remember? Dungeons are weird. Maybe this is the dungeon seeing our poor, tired feet, so it decided to give us a break."
Your mind is already made up as you find yourself a big rock under a tree and sit yourself down in it, and you start opening up your bag to grab yourself a treat—that Senshi had made—to munch on.
You hear armor clinking and a sigh coming up from behind you as Laios takes a spot next to you to sit on the grass.
"I suppose you're right... still, though, let's be on our guard. Something about this doesn't feel right to me."
You raise an eyebrow at this as you take a bite of your honey-covered mandrake. You chew for a moment before speaking, and you turn to look at the blonde who's also taking out his treat from Senshi.
"Usually you're so excited about new monsters to find in these types of areas, Laios. Where's all of that excitement?"
He takes a bite from the food, and for a moment his face lights up but it soon fades away as he answers your question. "Oh, trust me, I'm excited about the monsters here, but, I'm just being cautious. I mean, as beautiful as this place is, it's surrounded by an endless sea of thick vines. Isn't it a bit eerie to you that this place just sticks out like a sore thumb?"
Well, when he puts it like that, you seem to have suddenly lost your appetite. You frown and put the mandrake back into your bag, closing the flap on it before you look up at the armored blonde. Maybe he's right. Maybe you should be more cautious, considering the things you and your group have ran into in the dungeon. For crying out loud, you fell into a gaping hole that led to this, so maybe Laios is right.
You huff and put your chin on your hand. "Maybe you're right... still, though." You look around the lush green surrounded by the wall of vines. "So far there aren't any threats so I think we should relax."
There's a brief moment of silence between the two of you, and you know that means the gears in Laios' head must be turning as he continues to chew on the mandrake. He stares off into the distance as he thinks, which you've picked up on as you've traveled with him, so you poke his side between the clunk and mesh of his armor.
"Hey. What is it?"
Laios is quiet as he continues to chew. His stare remains on the pond in front of you, and his eyes narrow. You raise an eyebrow, and slowly, you turn your gaze to where he staring and realization dawns on you when you see he's staring at the ripples in the water.
You feel your heart thump in your chest as you watch the water ripple. At first, you think it's harmless due to the ripples being small, but with each passing moment, they begin to grow, steadily.
"I've been thinking about what kind of monsters we might see here," Laios says suddenly, making you whip your head back to him. "And I've realized that only plokami tend to hang around environments like these..."
"Plokami?" Your voice quivers.
"Yeah... big monsters with tentacles that live partially in lakes but come out of the water to either hunt or mate. They have long talon-like claws that stick out of their tentacles to stab, and then squeeze and eventually sedate their prey with this toxin that emits from them," his words sound more excited as he continues, and he sits up straight as he keeps his focus on the rippling water, but your fear only increases as he goes into lengthy detail, "but when they mate, they use their suction cups and retract their claws to grab ahold of their mate, and they release that same toxin to sedate their mate so they have an easier time to coerce that mate into, well, mating with them! Isn't that neat?"
Laios' eyes are shimmering with excitement as he continues to stare out into the water, but all you feel is bouts of fear bubbling up inside you as he talks.
"Also!" Laios continues, not giving you a chance to respond. "When they come out of the water, they like to hang out in tall trees with big vines so it looks like they're camouflaging right in with their tentacles! Then, when the time is right, they snatch their prey up into the trees, and claw, squeeze, and sedate right there! Oh, also with mating, sometimes they don't care who their mate is! Sometimes they just pick up whatever they can to get out of heat if another one of their species isn't around."
Tall trees with big vines. That's all you could focus on as Laios rambled on about this plokami that you might see because this environment was certainly the type for it. Maybe the monster-obsessed blonde was right for being cautious, although, he doesn't look like he's being cautious now as his glowing face and shimmering eyes glimmer with so much excitement. Instead, it looks like he's going to hop up and go mate with this plokami himself.
"Yeah, their tentacles get all slick and lubricated whenever they're in heat, and—"
You gasp, interrupting Laios as you watch in horror as a big glob of something lands on Laios' shoulder. You quickly stand up and point at the oozing, clear liquid that has landed on his armor. You feel yourself trembling as your worst fear has possibly come true.
Gods. You're going to be eaten alive.
"L-Laios... y-your s-shoulder..." Plop. Another glob right onto his head. "...Y-Your h-head..."
Slowly, Laios puts down his mandrake and back into his backpack and stands up. The two of you slowly back away from the tree, and Laios wipes the glob off of his face so he has a clearer picture of where your eyesight has landed.
You stand there, stunned as your eyes remain on the tree before you, your body trembles as you look up at the large monster hanging in the tree with its long, tendrils of tentacles hanging like vines, its green skin blends into its surroundings perfectly. If it didn't have the large, squid-like head, you wouldn't have been able to point it out—you're sure of it.
You watch, frozen in a standstill as the monster heaves, its breath blows the leaves in the tree, shaking them as they fall to the ground, and the tree itself is coated in a clear liquid that seeps from the tentacles of the monster.
"I-Is... t-that..." You stutter out, but Laios finishes it for you.
"Yep... the plokami, and..." He pauses. "... it's in heat."
Laios almost sounds excited when he says that last part, which rips you out of your fear-ridden state. You whip your head towards him and you see his eyes, glimmering with curiosity once more like he always does when he sees a monster.
"Laios you freak!"
"I've always wanted to know... heh. Can you blame me?" He asks, but, with the way he's asking, it's more like he's just making a proud statement that he knows he's going to finally get what he's dreamed of for years.
He's going to fuck a monster.
He takes a step forward, almost as if he's offering himself to it, and he opens his arms, welcoming the plokami.
"Laios you're insane! What if it eats you after it—" Your worries are nothing but moot to him as he takes another large step forward the tree.
"Plokami!" He shouts to the tree where the monster lays, and another glob of that lubricant falls onto Laios' shoulder.
There's a big whoosh that sweeps through the air before you can realize what's happening. A gust of wind almost knocks you over which stirs you out of your fearful state, making it dawn on you that Laios has been swept up into the monster's grasp.
You groan, hating that your monster-obsessed friend is too curious for his own good, so, despite him wanting to fuck a monster, you quickly grab a dagger from its sheath. You grip it tightly and you throw it at the monster as it hits, and sinks down into one of its tentacles.
Unfortunately for you, however, this seems to make the monster more mad as it lets out a low, rumbling sound, and, before you know it, you're immediately hit with a large tentacle that almost knocks the breath out of you as it grabs you by your ribs and sweeps you up into the air, squeezing you tightly as its wet, sticky suction cups glide over your skin, making wet popping sounds.
"Laiooooos!" You curse your friend's name as you let out a groan, completely grossed out of your mind as the monster's wet slick drips all over you. You whip your head toward him and narrow your eyes as you see him completely relaxed as the monster rubs its tentacles all over Laios' body, slowly shrugging off his armor, making it hit the ground with a metallic thunk.
"Why did you have to fuck the monster?!"
"Because I'm curious!" He retorts, which, was the response you unfortunately expected from him.
"Well, I wasn't! I was perfectly fine, on the ground, and not slimy!" You shout back, and you wince when you feel a slimy tentacle glide around your throat. You swallow thickly.
Laios huffs and he rolls his eyes. "One, you were the one who angered it so it picked you up, and two, it's not slime! It's arousal fluid!"
You groan and you try to move your limbs around in an attempt to free yourself, but the hold of the plokami's tentacles is too strong, and to only make matters worse, they tighten around you as you struggle.
"Stop struggling! You'll only make matters worse. It'll squeeze you to death if you struggle. Just..." Laios sighs, "Let it happen."
You stare at him with your mouth agape as you watch him, clearly enjoying this as he relaxes in the monster's arms.
"You're crazy, Laios! I—" You struggle again, but this time the monster squeezes you again, tighter than last time, so you have no other choice than to relax. However, something is off when it squeezes you again. You smell something—something sweet. You sniff it, and you turn to Laios again, who's a blushing mess under the touch of the tentacles.
"Laios, do you smell that?" You ask, and you sniff it again.
He nods, and, as you watch him, a tentacle slips under Laios' shirt and slips it off, exposing his chest. Your face heats up at the sight, and he hangs his head back with a groan as one of the tentacles moves to rub his cock, which, you could see was hard through his tan pants.
"Y-Yeah... it's the sedative I was telling you about..." He mumbles, clearly already drunk under the spell of the sweet sedative. "This is why I was sayin' to just let it happen..."
Not like I have a choice, you think to yourself as you remember Laios saying that the beast used the sedative to coerce its mates.
The sedative lingers in your nose, the scent sickeningly sweet as it slowly starts to make you dizzy, almost as if you're drunk. You let your head fall back, and the tentacles slowly relax around you as they feel you start to relax as the sedative works its magic on you.
Your head feels so light, and you feel so weightless under the effects of the sedative. You sigh, accepting more and more of the tentacles as they glide around your body, and a few more join in to help slide off your clothes. You watch as the thick, slimy tentacles drag themselves up and down your body, leaving trails of wet, lubricant. It slowly slides itself up under your shirt and it pushes up against the fabric so it slowly slides it off, leaving your breasts exposed.
Normally you'd want to cover up with your arms in a situation like this, but, your head feels so light, and dizzy that you'd just rather relax in this. You hum contently, and a lazy smile forms on your face as you feel the tentacle glide down your pants, brushing over your pussy through the fabric which makes it throb with a silent need.
"Mmm... this is good, Laios..." You say softly, drunk on the sedative.
"I know... told you," he sighs in a heavy breath, and you tilt your head back to look at him.
He's laying with his legs spread open as the monster holds them open, and his pants have been taken off, leaving his cock pressed against his stomach.
You swallow thickly as you realize you've never seen Laois like this, all laid out and naked before you. You'd honestly never thought you would, but now... you let out a shaky breath.
"Laios..." You watch as the plokami moves one of its long tentacles up and down his body, rubbing over his nipples and tracing over his thighs with another tentacle, slowing inching toward his cock.
Laois shifts his drunken gaze to you and his eyes widen when he sees your top off, and the tentacle rubbing you between your thighs. His cock twitches at the sight.
"Gods, you look so good like that," he says with a sigh, and you feel your body heat up from the praise.
"Y-Yeah? Was about to say the same thing to you..." you reply in a soft voice, and Laios blushes again.
"Y'so sweet... always have been," he mutters through a drunken daze, and he groans as the tentacle finally wraps around his cock, slowly pumping it, coating it in nothing but the tentacle's slick.
You feel yourself throb with need as you watch the monster jerk off Laios, finding the image hot as you watch the blonde tilt his head back, his eyes fluttering to a close and his jaw drops open. He looks so good like that, you think to yourself and you let out a whine, wanting nothing more than to go over there yourself and sit yourself down on his cock, but the plokami has you in a tight grasp.
"L-Laios... I want you..."
You don't know where the admission came from, but, its the truth.
Laios' eyes open slowly when you admit that, and he groans as the monster seems to pick up the pace on his cock. You whine, wishing it was you once again so you buck your hips up, grinding against the monster pathetically as you feel the ridges of the tentacles grind against your cunt over your pants.
You look away from Laios at the moment to focus on the pleasure that the tentacle is giving you, and finally it slips inside your pants to take them off.
The wet fabric slips down your legs and off with a few swipes of a tentacle before returning to glide up and down your cunt, making sure to glide perfectly over your clit.
You let out a whine, and at that, Laios curses under his breath.
"Fuck, I want you too..." He replies to you, and he bucks his hips up into the tentacle, chasing after what he wants with heavy breaths.
You tilt your head back to get a good look at him, and, as you see his chest heaving, his skin red from the heat, and his throbbing, hard cock pulsing under the weight of the tentacle—it's almost enough to make you cum yourself.
You grind yourself against the tentacle, the wet, big, ridges from the suction cups make you moan as it glides against your sensitive clit, and, to add to the pleasure, a tentacle slowly makes its way toward your breasts, where it snakes its way around your nipples, slowly stimulating them which sends a shock of pleasure down to your pussy.
"Nnngh!" You look up at Laios as you grind against the tentacle with begging eyes as you wish it was him who was making you feel this good, and not some monster.
You're about to say something else to Laios when suddenly you feel a tentacle thrust into your poor, sopping-wet pussy, earning Laios a loud moan as it begins to thrust in and out of you.
Your head falls back, and you let out loud moans as you feel the tentacle move in and out at a harsh pace, and the thickness of it stretches you out so deliciously. You feel nothing but bliss as your head feels full of stars, and gliding into what feels like another plane of existence as you get fucked out on this tentacle.
Fire rises along your skin as you're enveloped into that feels like heaven as the beast pushes in and out of you, releasing moans out of you that you never thought you'd felt before. All of this pleasure slowly builds up, and you feel that fire kindle in your stomach as your breaths start to pick up.
You moan Laios' name. "Fuck... Laios... need to cum..."
"Yeah?" Laios groans and he thrusts up into the hold of the tentacle, feeling like he's on his last strand, too. "Me too... need to cum... wanna cum together?" He says under a rough grunt as his fingernails dig into the palms of his hands.
You nod eagerly, barely able to respond yourself as your head feels so light and dizzy from needing to cum.
"Y-Yeah..."
"A-Ah... cum. Cum for me." He lets out a low groan as he finally cums, his white seed spurts all over the tentacle around him and onto his stomach as he lets out a loud moan.
Just as he cums, you whine, squeezing around the tentacle as you finish, making your legs shake as you feel that fire roar inside your body, and, soon after, you feel a rush of warm liquid flush into you.
You look down, hardly unable to pick up your head as you see a huge load of milky white cum flow from the tentacle and into you, and you feel your cheeks heat up at the sight. You swallow thickly as you watch it all drip out of you.
There's nothing but a moment of heavy breathing exchanged from the two of you as you slowly regain your consciousness as the sedative has worn off now.
The plokami slowly sets you and Laios down onto the grass before it sinks back away into the tree, and down into the water in the pond.
Laios groans and sits up, rubbing his head as he looks over at you, who's panting and still laying against the grass, all fucked out.
He sees the cum from the tentacle monster, and slowly, he reaches over, before he can do anything, you quickly grab his wrist.
Warnings: mentions of blood and injury, insinuated torture, death
Everyone conveniently forgets that Mammon is the second most powerful of the avatars of sin. His nonchalant attitude, rebellious nature, and notorious failures overshadow his true capabilities. For the Avatar of Greed, this reputation had its pros and cons. On one hand, they believed him to be a fool; on the other, they never saw him coming.
One of his abilities was the power to always know the true worth of an object, deed, or debt. He could immediately determine whether artifacts, jewels, or gold were genuine, or if a service or action was worth the debt owed. Anything of value, he would know.
Mammon often did work for Diavolo on behalf of Lucifer, making deals to boost the future Demon Lord's reputation or acting as a debt collector. Despite his sticky fingers, he knew better than to try anything shady during official transactions for the crown. These weren't the same as stealing Lucifer's wallet or Levi's figures. If he did, the punishment would be far worse than being strung up by the Avatar of Pride.
Years after MC arrived in the Devildom and turned his and his brothers' world upside down, long after he and MC had started a romantic relationship, Mammon was tasked with collecting an artifact gifted to the future Demon Lord. It was an act of good faith and support for Diavolo’s ascension by one of the many noble houses.
This noble house, in particular, was known to oppose Diavolo's exchange program. While many shared their views, they had never acted against the Prince, fearing Barbatos and the Sins first born.
Upon being presented with the artifact, however, Mammon knew it was fake. The replica was detailed, but nothing could escape his gaze.
"What the fuck is this, huh? Ya think ya can just hand over this fake, and I wouldn't notice? You'll be hearing from Barbatos," Mammon barked as he stormed out.
Days passed, leaving the situation to the Demon Lord and Lucifer. Handling dissenting nobles required delicate care to avoid rebellion or war.
Mammon, meanwhile, was at one of his modeling gigs. He planned to surprise MC with a road trip in the human realm, having noticed their homesickness. He'd already gotten permission from Diavolo and Lucifer as a reward for his help, and because they couldn't say no when MC was involved.
In his changing room, the familiar he'd given to MC appeared, squawking frantically.
"Hey! Hey, hey, hey! Chill out! What's wrong with ya?" Mammon yelled, confused. Then it dawned on him: this familiar wasn't supposed to leave MC's side unless it was an emergency. His heart raced.
His D.D.D rang, Lucifer’s name glowing on the screen. Mammon answered faster than ever, panic gripping him.
"What's goin' on? Did they rally the other noble houses? Did they attack? Is MC okay?"
Lucifer’s silence was heavy. "Stay calm and listen carefully. I need you to come to the hospital immediately."
Mammon's blood ran cold. Rage took root in his mind. If it were one of his brothers, he knew they could defend themselves. But this was MC.
His D.D.D shattered under his grip, the call severed. He bolted from the room, his speed amplified by his barely contained emotions. He was outside the hospital in an instant, where his brothers waited.
He tried to push past them. "Where is MC!? Take me to them now!"
"Mammon!" Lucifer's hands gripped his shoulders, holding him back. "They are being operated on. The damage is significant, but they will live. You need to calm down."
Mammon’s anger turned toward his brothers. "Why weren't any of you with them? We're supposed to protect them! Why didn't they summon one of us? Why didn't they summon me?"
Lucifer’s eyes tightened with emotion only Mammon could decipher—an expression of powerlessness.
Satan spoke up. "The attacker used a suppression spell, making MC unable to use their magic. It was premeditated. MC is important to us and the Demon Lord, making them the perfect target."
The silence that followed was heavy. Mammon felt more angry with himself than anyone else.
"Who found them?" he whispered.
"If you hadn't gifted MC a familiar, we might not have known what happened or where they were," Lucifer answered. "The familiar guided us to them before coming to you."
Hours passed, and little was said even after the angels, Solomon, Diavolo, and Barbatos arrived. It felt like an eternity before the doctors came to take them back.
Mammon was the first to enter MC's room. They were unconscious, looking worse for wear. Bruises littered their body, and bandages covered their torso, speckled with blood. He could smell it in the air. The beeping of the monitor and the sounds of the respirator created a haunting song ringing in his ears. He gently rested his hand on their cheek, his thumb moving in gentle strokes. He buried his nose in their hair, inhaling their scent, tears pricking his eyes.
"Wait for me, okay?" he whispered, unsure if they could hear him and pressed a searing kiss to their temple.
Then he stood, feeling as if his entire body was on fire. A dark aura overtook him, and no one tried to stop him as he made his way outside.
The Devildom's sky was dotted with stars, the moon casting its gaze like a massive eye, offering no comfort. An infernal incantation slipped from his mouth, summoning a murder of crows as his true form emerged.
"Find the bastard," he ordered. The crows scattered, and he took flight. It didn't take long before they found their target. Mammon crashed through the roof of their hideout, dust billowing around him.
The noble's guards lunged at Mammon, weapons drawn and faces twisted with determination. But with a snap of Mammon’s fingers, they all fell lifeless to the ground, their bodies collapsing like marionettes with severed strings. Mammon then raised his hand, and a dark, malevolent spell engulfed the room, sucking all light away and plunging it into a pitch-black void. The noble found himself trapped within this inescapable darkness, his breaths echoing in the suffocating silence.
Mammon’s voice cut through the void, dripping with disdain. "While you were trying to hide yourself and the artifact from the Demon Lord and his allies after you fucked up during our last meeting, you somehow believed you wouldn’t be found."
The noble’s voice trembled, yet he tried to maintain a facade of confidence. "I am in the business of souls. If we are on peaceful terms with the humans, my livelihood would be at stake. But if this is about the artifact, go on and take it then. There are other ways to get what I want."
Mammon’s eyes blazed with fury, his aura crackling with barely contained rage. "Oh, I'm not here for the artifact. You owe a blood debt and won't be leaving here until I have received every last drop."
The noble's bravado faltered, fear seeping into his voice. "Come now, your Highness, Prince of Greed. Surely you can just take the artifact, yes?"
"Not good enough!" Mammon’s voice boomed, growing deeper, more demonic. "Someone laid their filthy hands on MC... MY HUMAN! No amount of money or artifacts or jewels in the Devildom can pay for that transgression, my lord. No, for that... I want your flesh."
The noble’s face paled, his eyes wide with terror. "Flesh...?"
Mammon's grin was cruel and predatory. "It matters not to me where on your anatomy it is withdrawn from. If you don't have the stomach to take it for yourself, my familiars here..." He gestured, and millions of pairs of golden eyes, now stained red, appeared all around them, their hunger palpable. "...are very adept at tearing flesh from bone, and as you can see, they are quite ravenous at the moment. But! A grim short or a gram shy, and I will savor the fact that you won't leave here alive. Am I clear?"
The noble was silent, frantically searching for an escape, but there was none. The void was absolute.
"Good. I was hoping you'd resist," Mammon barked out a command to the crows in high infernal. They descended upon the noble, their claws and beaks ready to tear their organs from their body. Mammon turned and left, the noble's screams echoing behind him as he stepped into the night, his fury only partially sated by what he had wrought.
Days later, the noble's dilapidated corpse was found strewn through the trees, dangling in little pieces. The scene was macabre, the remains a grim reminder of the wrath that had been unleashed. Crows circled overhead, a harrowing warning.
The air was thick with the scent of decay, and the gruesome display left no doubt about the message: MC was not to be touched. The flapping of countless wings and the haunting cries of the crows drove the point home. This was the fate awaiting anyone who dared harm MC, so long as the Avatar of Greed breathed.
>”i can’t fix them, but i could fuck them and maybe that would calm them down a bit.”
Om!Satan x afab!reader
CW: NSFW, MINORS DNI !! gn pronouns as always, established relationship, rough/angry sex, fingering, face sitting, penetration, dirty talk, scratching, pet names, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, LOTS of cussing, Satan is a bit of perv here, needy Satan dare I say?, both satan and mc are switches, mc is very mean but it’s okay cuz satan loves it
Word Count: about 2.75k
A/N: I’ve been reading a lot of afab fics and felt inspired. i also wanted to be as specific as possible to feed yall 🙏🏻 shout out to @mamsbaby for inspiring me to finally finish this draft, love your work <3
when you’re mad at others
“That fucking cunt!” You swore, tossing your keys and bag somewhere in the entrance hallway.
Satan could hear you all the way from the common room, making his ears perk up and slowly close his book. He knew you were mad long before you got here, feeling the wrath burn hot on the back of his neck where your shared pack mark lied. He touched the back of his neck again, slowly beginning to get up as you entered the room.
He watched you grunt and sigh angrily, your brows furrowed as you plopped yourself down on the couch with an angry breath. He couldn’t help but feel amused by this, trying his best not to smirk as he got up behind you and began to rub your shoulders. “What happened, dear?” He asked you, sounding sweeter than honey as he intently listened to you vent. “Fucking Mephisto! He always prances himself around like the arrogant bastard he is. Always talking down to me and judges me for trying to get him to cooperate when he’s being a fucking cunt!” You began to raise your voice louder the more you talked, getting riled up again after wanting to wind down. Satan could barely keep his hands on you with the way you thrashed your arms as he spoke.
He tried his best to act civilized, to be a loving partner and work you through your anger but man, he couldn’t help but love it. You were usually such the patient type, so seeing you get angry like this really turned him on. He bit his lip and tried not to keen as his hands began to work on your shoulders again. “Is there anything I could do to make you feel better?” He asked, deciding not to egg you on but he wanted to so badly just to keep hearing you scream and furrow your eyebrows like that. He was a gentleman, truly, but he wanted nothing more than have you take it out on him.
“You could shut up and keep those hands busy.” You snapped at him, not knowing what came over you as you barked orders at him. Yes. He thought, now really getting excited at how you bossed him around. He didn’t say a word as his hands kept massaging your shoulders, wanting to relieve your tension in more ways than one. “I didn’t fucking say to keep massaging my shoulders, did I?” You snarled at him, glaring at him angrily yet hungrily as you spread your legs apart for him to get the hint. Fuck, now he’s hard.
He immediately dove right in, cupping the side of your face from behind as he began to kiss the side of your neck and jawline as his other hand trailed between your legs. He’s thanking any and all supernatural and celestial forces for the fact the two of you are home alone right now. He’s completely consumed by you, his lips eagerly sucking and biting marks into your skin as his fingers twitch and fumble with the button of your pants. “Fuck.” He curses himself, grunting frustratedly as he finally undos the front of your pants and slips his hand down your underwear. The two of you groan in unison as his hand eagerly work at your sex. You throw your head back against his shoulder as he works at your clit with his fingers and your neck with his mouth.
“Tell me what more you want…” He breaths out desperately against your skin, wanting to whine from how wet you feel. It’s rare for him to be so submissive but he loved to please you, loved to feed into your desires no matter how fucked up it might be. You grunt and growl from the feeling of his fingers rubbing hard and desperate circles into your cunt, your brows furrowed as your hand grips at his wrist. “Just keep doing that… get me off…” You growled softly, your attitude dying down as your voice grew quieter and more desperate. He wanted to fuck you so bad and you off as many times as you wanted however much you wanted.
His fingers prodded at your entrance, slipping two of his fingers in so easily despite the resistance your pants were giving him. He wanted to moan so loudly as he felt how well your walls were sucking him in already. “Fuck, let’s go to my room, please.” He whined into the crook of your neck, wanting nothing more than to ravish you there. His cock straining against his trousers, hissing when he tried his hardest not to grind his hips into the back of the couch. He was even more frustrated at the fact he couldn’t feel you against him right now. “Make me cum and maybe you’ll get what you want.” You growled back at him, your breaths becoming heavier and more baited as his neediness turned you on even more.
It was so rare for the two of you to be in the reverse role of this. Usually it was him angry fucking you to take out his frustrations and you so needy for more but now it was the opposite, and it made you so power hungry. Your small growls and grunts soon turned into whimpers as you felt that familiar knot in the pit of your stomach begins to form. You grip even tighter at his wrists as he ferociously finger-fucks you, your nails digging into his skin as you get closer to your climax. “Fuck, baby…” You groan languidly and his cock twitches from the first sweet nickname you’ve given him all evening. His mouth parts as he slowly sinks his teeth into you, keeping his fingers pumping in and out of you at the same pace as he feels your sex begin to twitch. You buck your hips up at the action, hissing at the feeling of his fingers moving in and out of you so easily. You bite down at your bottom lip harshly, rolling your hips up to meet his hand as your thighs twitch from how close you were. Satan kept nibbling and sucking at your neck, his breath growing heavier as he felt you clench and tighten around his fingers. He worked you at just the right pace, making you finally release all the tension that had been building up inside you. He had taken some of the stress away but it still wasn’t enough. Your skin felt burning hot as he slowly pulled his hand out from underneath your jeans, breathing heavily against your neck.
You could still feel the burning desire deep within you, making growl in frustration once again as you couldn’t stand feeling this needy. You got up from the couch and dragged Satan by the wrist for him to follow. “Back to my room?” He asked you with a slight smirk on his face, feeling dazed over what just happened and what was going to keep happening. “Yup. I’m going to ride your face until I’m satisfied.” You told him bluntly, not looking back at him as the two of you reached his room. That sentence alone really sent him over the edge, his head spinning as he already knew how pussy drunk he was going to be in a matter of seconds.
It wasn’t long after the two of you made it back to his room, immediately stripping off your shirt and pants as he did the same. He had even less patience than you did, immediately grabbing your hips the moment you rid yourself of your bottoms and dragged you on top of him as he fell back on the bed. “Need you… need to taste you…” He whined as he manhandled you towards his head. Your heart raced faster in your chest as your thumbs hooked underneath the elastic of your underwear in an attempt to get rid of them as he settled you over his face. Satan was quicker than you, his nail digging into the soft flesh of your hips as he ripped your underwear off of you just to dive nose-first straight into your sweet pussy.
You let out a languid cry, gasping for air as your body involuntarily jumped up from the sudden stimulation. Satan just growled and grabbed your hips even tighter to pull you back down towards his face. He was so focused on pleasing you while also selfishly determined to make you cum more times than you could count just to satiate your need and anger from today. His tongue prodded at your entrance, circling it up towards your folds as he lapped up your wetness just for his lips to meet your clit. You let out a harsh cry, feeling his lips nip at your clit, causing you to grasp his hair tightly as your thighs began to tremble. He was enthralled by you, his fingers digging harshly into the fat of your thighs and hips just to keep you in place. He felt so greedy as his tongue traveled back down towards your entrance to taste the source of your arousal. He couldn’t help but growl and whimper underneath you as lust coursed through his veins. His head moving up slightly so his nose could bump against your clit. The feeling of his tongue exploring you from the inside made you moan loudly and tremble as your hips involuntarily ground against his nose, chasing your high.
He loved the way you were still taking control, grasping onto his hair to move his head to latch onto your cunt at the right angle while your hips rode his face to chase your high at your own pace. He loved all of it, determined to satiate you until you forgot that you were angry in the first place. His tongue and lips hungrily moved against you, still keeping a keen ear out for each of your reactions. You moaned the loudest whenever his tongue or nose caught onto your clit and he took advantage of that. He moved his arm to wrap around your hips and waist, his lips latching onto your clit to suck at it hungrily while his free hand came up to insert to of his fingers back inside you.
You screamed in ecstasy from the overwhelming stimulation, your hips bucking up slightly to involuntarily get away but he wouldn’t let you leave, keeping his arm wrapped tightly around your waist to keep you close to his lips as he worked you towards your climax. It wasn’t long after he began to pump his fingers in and out of you as he sucked on your clit that you finally fell apart for him, whining and crying out his name as your thighs trembled from the ecstasy.
He gave you no room to breathe and come down from your high as he grabbed you again with both of his hands and guided you back down towards the bed as he got on top of you, trapping himself between your legs. His face glistened with sweat and your arousal. His face was flush and his pupils were blown wide with lust. He brought one of your hands up to his lips, pressing kisses into the palm of your hand as his cock rutted against your wet folds. “You still need me?” He asked breathlessly, still having some form of self control as he made sure you still wanted more. Your head spun from the lust and pleasure as his shaft ran through your folds repeatedly. All you could do was nod your head in affirmation, your hand reaching up to scratch down his back from underneath his arm.
Your permission sent him into a frenzy as he quickly sheathed himself inside of you in one quick motion. You cried out from the sudden intrusion, your hand clawing down his back as he begun to thrust in and out of you at a rough pace. He released your hand, instead grabbing onto both of your legs to wrap around his hips, caging him in and allowing him to reach all of your sensitive spots at a better angle. Your thighs squeezed around him as both of your hands clawed at his back and shoulders, having you whine and cry out in ecstasy as he fucked you through your overstimulation.
Your growls and grunts of frustration soon turned into mewls and whimpers of pleasure all while his own growls and moans got louder from how good you felt. He could lose himself in your pussy everyday if he could, just loving the way your walls twitched and clamped around his cock. Your sinful cries of pleasure made his head spin as he lost control of himself, fucking himself into you with little to no restraint as he brought you to another climax. You whined and dug your fingers into his back repeatedly, leaving angry red marks along his skin. He captured your lips in a bruising kiss, muting your whines of ecstasy as he came inside of you. He couldn’t help but sloppily bit at your lips, growling softly as his thrusts slowly came to a stop. The feel of his release inside of you made your walls clamp around him, milking him for all he’s worth as his hips came to a halt after riding out both of your highs.
He pulled away from your lips, panting heavily as his forehead came to rest against yours while he remained nestled inside of you, reveling in the way your cunt was still twitching around him. “Feel better…?” He finally asked, his voice raspy and his breath hot against your skin as he pressed kisses all over your face and down your neck once again. You sighed dreamily from the pleasure, your body slightly shivering as his lips traveled down your arm. Even despite how roughly he handled you, you still felt a need burning deep within you that persistently lingered. “I could go one more round…” You muttered softly as your hand ran through his hair to tuck some of his bangs behind his ear. His eyes immediately snapped open at your words, not hesitating for a single second as he began to rock your hips against you once more.
Although he never spoke the words aloud, he meant it when he said he was ready to get you off as many times as you needed until you were finally satisfied. And that he did just that as he fucked you for hours on end, any way you wanted it just to see you satisfied. It was why he got so turned on whenever you were angry, because there was a promise that he would spend hours in bed with you if it meant you felt better at the end of the day.
Mc that is absolutely infatuated with Solomon. They can’t stop telling him they love him, holding him, kissing him, fucking him, being by his side through everything 🤍
Mc that says “as humans, we have the luxury of getting married. So why don’t we?”
I can’t keep my hands off of him he is my chew toy
My thighs clap when I run upstairs. I’m not ashamed. I think any of the boys hearing that would probably have them laughing their ass off but also probably hella turn them on secretly
Ayyy my thighs do that too! I love it XD
You’ll get a rather hilarious mix of reactions too! From the boys laughing to trying to hide their boners jsjsjsj
Like Mammon and Asmo are pretty much shameless, probably standing at the bottom of the stairs watching you run up (he gets a good view of your ass this way too) and trying to hide his boner-
Although Mammon claims he’s only there to keep an eye on Asmo ‘n make sure you don’t fall down the stairs or somethin’. like anybody is going to believe that jsksj
Lucifer acts completely unaffected, but he’s going to his office to hide his little chuckle-
Satan and Belphie would be laughing so hard, but you already know how much he loves your thighs!- They make wonderful pillows! and earmuffs too!!-
Beel is drooling- although he’s almost always drooling over you.
Is it too much to say Levi’s probably running back to his room immediately to jerk off- maybe- at the very least he’s definitely running back to his room to hide his hard on.
This is the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen I hope you randomly find money on the ground or something you have blessed me and in return I am blessing your day every time I see your artwork
___: “I’m going to need you to stay quiet during this meeting, okay?”
…
A public setting where a teasing MC locks eyes with their ‘victim’ and secretly tugs down their face mask to reveal a slicked-up dildo hidden underneath. They slowly pull it out as glistening strings of saliva desperately attempt to keep it attached to their lips before their tongue swipes at it to clean the slobbery mess a little. They remain eye contact and give ___ a wink before gently taking it back in, their eyes fluttering closed while they hook the straps back over their ears. Acting like nothing at all happened, they dare to give ___ an amused stare at their reaction before attempting to saunter off, sending a quick text.
Text message from: MC
<(You told me to keep quiet~ ♡)
𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉
𝒮𝒽𝓎 𝒲𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓇 ༝༚༝༚
Feel free to continue this! But please give some credit :>
It must get boring playing the same mundane games, like rock-paper-scissors, for millennia. The Obey Me cast would probably jump at the opportunity to try something new. Something introduced from the human world.
(This fic is not explicit in nature but repeatedly uses a word some people consider naughty.)
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You received a message from Lucifer.
"My brothers are studying in the library. I have to step out for a while, will you supervise them until my return?"
The RAD library was busier than usual with students rushing to cram before the next big exam. The usually serene room had demons occupying every nook. Some sat on the floor with their back to a bookcase, some perched on the ladders leading up the shelves, and few were lucky to have a table seat.
Six of the seven brothers sat around one such coveted table. Lesser demons shied away from approaching them and even the more powerful students felt uneasy walking by. You were the only one with both guts and permission to approach.
The atmosphere was strange. They looked focused and were completely silent, so you greeted them with a wave and slid into the last open chair. Must have been Lucifer's. You leaned forward against the table edge and took a peak at Satan's advanced curse notes.
Things were too still. It felt wrong. At a glance they appeared to be studying, surrounded by book stacks and messy note sheets, but the brothers stared blankly at the material in front of them them without actually interacting with it. Something was up.
Leviathan made a barely perceptible sound. You looked at him, but brushed it off as your imagination when you realized he hadn't moved. It could have been someone nearby turning the page of a book.
At least they were all behaving. You couldn't force them to study, you were just there to supervise. You took a moment to enjoy the rare sight of the grand library being full. It was weirdly inspiring. A minute later you saw Mammon's lips twitch. He definitely said something under his breath.
"What?" you whispered, leaning his way.
Mammon dismissed you with a wave of his hand, shaking his head. You gave him a confused look.
Another mumble came from the opposite direction. You swung your head towards Asmodeus but he was fixated on a blank potion worksheet. He didn't so much as flinch when you narrowed your eyes suspiciously and waved a hand in front of his face.
"Ok. What's going on?" you asked. If this was a new way to study, it sucked.
Beelzebub coughed. It was so obviously fake. The way he covered his mouth made it hard to discern what he said.
"Lucifer's not here, you know. You guys can tell me." Would you rat them out if they were doing something malicious? That remained to be seen.
Feeling that someone was going to try again, you abandoned any hope of studying and focused all your senses towards the brothers. Who would be next to move?
It was both Satan and Belphegor. Being across from each other, you couldn't pay attention to them both and missed what they each said. They broke the stillness to make eye contact with each other and clenched their jaws in frustration.
Asmodeus took advantage of the moment to act next. The boys were getting a little louder each time, and this time you could almost make out what was said.
"...nis." Leviathan briefly shrunk behind a stack of books to say his piece.
Realization began dawning on you.
Beelzebub pretended to clear his throat. You were ready this time, and caught the word clear as day. "Penis."
By goodness, they were playing the human game you told them about. The Penis Game.
"What are the stakes? What are you playing for?" You had to know. They were doing this in the school's library, of all places? The brothers eyed each other with distrust.
"Winner gets to have you sit in their lap when Lucifer gets back," Leviathan explained, throwing a quick "penis" onto the end of his sentence.
You wondered if Lucifer would even allow that while Mammon said "penis," plain as day. A passing gaggle of students looked over.
Up on the second floor, a random demon stumbled and almost fell off a ladder, sending the books they carried crashing to the ground. Satan took advantage of the noise to say "penis" in a louder-than-average tone. The stakes were rising.
You were supposed to be supervising these guys, to make sure they studied properly to pass their exams. You should have put a stop this game. But it was funny and you were too curious how it'd unfold.
Belphegor shut his eyes. After a few deep breaths, he snorted a noise that resembled the word.
Belphegor furrowed his brow and cracked an eye open. "What? Yes it does. I said penis, didn't I?"
Satan clicked his tongue. "That's debateable. Penis."
The table was now speaking rather loudly and attracting stares from every direction. Nobody would dare shush the rulers of the Devildom without a death wish, but they could observe them in silence.
"I-I don't know how much longer I can do this... P-penis." Leviathan was at his limit. He didn't like the stares. Maybe if you had told them this was the "anime game" he would have stood a chance.
"What? We're just saying penis." Asmodeus had no reservations at all.
"Penis." While Mammon called out, students noticeably began trickling out of the library.
"Maybe we should wrap this up, you guys are disturbing everyone," you gingerly suggested.
"That's not fair, penis. Are you saying you want to sit in Mammon's lap?" Belphegor scowled.
Beelzebub, newly determined to beat his older brother and spurred on by his twin, bellowed "penis."
The yelling caused more students to pack up their belongings and scurry out. You cringed a bit. All remaining eyes in the library were on your table. "No! I'm not favoring anyone, but this is getting out of hand."
"Penis! They're just jealous! Come over here, I'll take good care of you." Mammon patted his thigh.
"Absolutely not! Mammon, get away from them! Penis!" Asmodeus shouted and grabbed your shoulder. Uh oh.
The physical altercation began. Satan growled, "don't touch them," and shoved Asmodeus into Leviathan's textbook stack. "Penis."
"Wow, Satan! Rude! What if I got scratched? Penis!" Asmodeus lurched at Satan, who ducked and sent the former crashing into Beelzebub.
Beelzebub didn't really care, but he still wanted to win. "Penis."
"Yeah, penis. You said it Beel." You didn't really get what he meant, but Belphegor was upset in his twin's place.
"I'm winnin' this thing! Penis!" Mammon nearly toppled the table over.
Everyone was straining to shout as loud as they could, a rowdy chorus of "penis" chants. You watched the insanity of the scene unfold in front of you, hoping demon forms would not get involved.
Something made you shudder. An ice cold, low rumble of a voice from the library entrance that cut through all the arguing and screams.
Lucifer had returned. "You're not studying."
He was followed by Lord Diavolo and Barbatos who both remained quiet, letting Lucifer deal with his family.
"You disrupt our meeting for this?" Lucifer's eyes could have had flames in them. A black mist emanated from his shoulders. He was furious. "Do you know how many complaints we received? Half the student body showed up, knocking at our door."
Diavolo was beside himself trying to maintain composure befitting a royal. He wanted nothing more than to laugh. Lucifer was not going to hear the end of this incident.
Barbatos had a cold smile plastered to his face and a hand on his chest, implying that one wrong move would result in unfathomable punishment.
The brothers shifted uncomfortably back into their chairs, dragging textbooks towards them and guiltily sticking their noses back into piles of notes. They didn't dare utter a single word.
"Don't think any of you are getting off scott free." Lucifer loomed over them. They could already feel the impending rope burn on their skin.
"If you wanted extra duties so badly, there are many sites on school grounds that can use improvement. You could have just asked." Barbatos was happy to take advantage of their suffering if it was beneficial for Diavolo.
Lucifer looked at you. He wasn't mad, just disappointed, which felt worse. "Don't think you're innocent, either. You were supposed to be supervising them."
You nervously averted your eyes, slumping your shoulders while picking at the corner of some notebook paper as he continued, "come with us back to the council room. You're giving us a detailed report on exactly what happened here, and what this 'penis game' malarkey is all about."
contents: solomon x gn!reader x asmodeus, nsfw (+18), pretty suggestive but nothing happens, kissing, fluff, pet names (love, darling)
you run your fingers over solomon’s pact marks, tracing the elaborate symbols, and you revel in the way solomon slightly shudders under you as your gentle fingertips run up his bicep, nearing his shoulder.
with you straddling him in his bed, you can easily get a perfect look at his bare chest, and the sight is a marvel in itself.
his entire chest, along with the majority of his arms and legs, are littered with pact marks, and there’s barely any space left. you know his back is as well, though you can’t see it right now. some are bigger than others, some are more clear than others. they all have some kind of symbol special to the demon he’s tied to. usually, the demon picks the placement, often based on where they prefer it to be. the other pact partner doesn’t have much say in this, as it’s highly intimate to the individual demon.
you know this from the way mammon’s mark sits proudly on your collarbone, and is practically impossible to hide with the way it’s always peaking out of your shirts. likewise, beelzebub’s sits on the side of your stomach, and belphegor’s is hidden on your lower back. all of the brothers have chosen a place special to them, which often reflects their sin, whether they’re aware of it or not.
you assume most of solomon’s pact partners didn’t really have a choice. eventually, they just had to put their mark wherever there was space.
“which one is barbatos?” you ask, and solomon’s hand guides you to the spot behind his ear. you grab his chin and solomon lets you move his head to the side. it’s small and elegant, and you barely notice it because of his hair. “it’s pretty,” you mutter, and solomon smiles. you lean down and press a small kiss on it.
“he said he put it there to remind me to use my head,” he says, and you snort. solomon playfully frowns, and you coo at him. “sorry, didn’t mean to laugh. that’s very reasonable of him, though,” you respond. you’re right above him now, and you press a short peck to his lips this time.
you trace your fingertips down to his neck again, and then right over his heart, smiling at the familiar pact mark. it doesn’t surprise you that asmodeus would place his pact mark there, claiming solomon’s heart as his own.
you lean down to kiss the pact mark once, then twice. you feel a small tingle on the inside of your thigh, where your matching mark is, and you glance up at solomon’s reaction. he looks back with lidded eyes and flashes you a small smile. you kiss the pactmark again, wondering if asmo can feel it as well.
slowly, you lick a stripe up it, and solomon moans, causing your stomach to flutter. it seems that he's extra sensitive there, and you make a mental note to use that to your advantage some more. your inner thigh burns pleasantly, and you can feel arousal clouding your thoughts. you grin and move down further, trailing kisses on his stomach along the way.
“you’re so pretty when you’re underneath me,” you murmur, and solomon laughs lightly. you frown at him. “i’m not being funny,” you say, and he shakes his head.
“i know, i’m sorry, love. thank you,” he replies, and you hum, satisfied with his answer.
you settle between solomon’s legs as you reach his boxers, and you play with the hem slightly. you can already see his heavy bulge creating a tent as well as a small patch of precum forming around the tip, and the sight makes you smile.
“sol, you’re already this worked up for me?” you ask, and you rest your head on his thigh, while tracing patterns on his other thigh with your fingers. solomon moves a hand down and runs his fingers through your hair. “of course i am,” he says, bringing you closer to where he really wants you. “how could i not be when i have my pretty apprentice’s hands all over me?”
you’re about to reach into his boxers to free his aching length when a loud series of pings distracts you. you fumble around the sheets for a bit before finding your D.D.D., and a laugh leaves you when you see the messages.
solomon untangles his hand from your hair and props himself up on his elbows while raising a brow at you. “what is it? show me,” he asks, and you show him your phone with a giggle. his eyes run over the messages, and he lets out a groan, although the corners of his lips are turning upward.
from: asmo baby <3
you’re seriously getting it on without me???
you betray me, you have WOUNDED me, darling
fuck you i’m coming over
don’t do anything till i’m there
horny bastards
Notes: angst, 1.1k words, mentions of death, but hey it’s a happy ending!
Pairing: Solomon x gn!reader
Solomon was no stranger to death. He had seen it so many times in so many ways that he hardly flinched when he felt the cold touch of a hand or saw the pale blue of another's lips. He had seen violent deaths and quiet sleep-ins; he had seen countless strangers and friends fade to another realm, so many that he had forgotten their faces and the sounds of their voices.
He had loved and lost and cried to a point where there were no longer any tears left in him. That’s why he found it easier to stay in the Devildom. Down there, death was hardly ever mentioned. It was the fewest of demons who actually knew what death was. Most of them hardly knew what the word meant or what it felt like.
You were a part of the equation that Solomon hadn’t predicted. Maybe that’s why he’d kept his distance at first, yes, it was definitely the reason why he kept to the shadows. You were unpredictable. You were beautiful. You were so full of life, with rosy lips and crimson cheeks and so, so human, with laughter that filled the room and caught the attention of any being, divine or not. The trust you so easily gave scared him and he hid it behind sly smiles and indifference. The touch of your hand was warm, and the beating of your heart was calm. To Solomon, you were his oasis, his saviour, his redemption.
When you became his apprentice he finally started lowering the walls he’d built so high. The gates he’d sealed shut had been opened slightly ajar and you had barged right in. The thoughts started haunting him. He was going to lose you, he knew he was going to lose you. It was as inevitable as the changing seasons, as summer turning into winter. He would wake during the night covered in sweat and gasping for air, yet nothing could fill the hole in his chest. He would dream of endless hills of sand and falling down, down, down with no end in sight.
Yet you eventually made enough pacts with demons for Solomon to feel calm again. He could see it in you, the same way he saw it in himself. The way your ageing slowed, the way wrinkles never emerged despite years passing, and the way white hairs only appeared by the decade. Eventually, Solomon was lulled into a feeling of safety. You were a great sorcerer, even greater than he was, he knew that, yet the fear never entirely left him.
You might have been immortal, but you weren’t invincible. If Solomon could, he’d have asked every single being in the world not to hurt you. He’d have asked every tree, every flower, he’d have asked every animal in the forest, and every fish in the sea. He’d have asked the wind and the sun, hell, he’d even have asked the goddamned mistletoe.
You might have been immortal, but you weren’t invincible. Your death was swift. In another life, that might’ve been consoling to Solomon, but in this one, it wasn’t. He would've selfishly savoured every second he could steal from the reaper, every single grain of sand from the hourglass, if it meant seeing the light in your eyes one last time. Instead, a feeble snake bite stole you from him, and you were gone within the minute. You’d think that the greatest sorcerer in the world would be able to make an antidote, but everything just went so fast.
Solomon didn't want to mourn you. He wanted you back. He’d heard about it before. Human beings had travelled far down to where the souls of the dead rested, so far down, way below the Devildom, past the river Styx, where the sun had never touched the ground and the wind had never cast a light breeze.
No one stopped him when he put on his coat and left.
He travelled for days, only accompanied by the sound of his heart beating. At some point, Cerberus found him. He supposed the big, three-headed dog was sent as company from Lucifer, and he welcomed it with open arms. It reminded him of his humanity, that there needed to be something left of him once you returned.
He walked straight for Hades' court, past the grey souls of the countless dead waiting to go on trial. He looked for you among them, but he already knew that you weren't there. He would recognize your soul immediately. It would shine brighter than any star ever could.
Solomon had no lyre to play for the god of the dead, nor did he have a beautiful voice to enchant the deity's wife. When he saw Hades sprawled on his throne, he knew that the god's power was not what it once had been. Hades' skin was grey and dull. The magic that once surrounded him and made it impossible for a human to look directly at him had been turned into a feeble glow instead making him look sick.
Solomon offered the godhead a spell in return for your soul. A spell that would allow Persephone’s flowers to grow in the ruler's kingdom, a thing otherwise impossible due to the low temperatures below the ground. Hades mulled the thought over, feigning doubt, but Solomon knew that the king was going to accept. He had seen the way the godhead looked at his wife, and it was the same way that the wizard himself looked at you.
The deal was simple. You and Solomon would walk out of the death realm together, but Solomon could not look back before you were completely out of Hades' grasp. It was simple, right? He was Solomon the Wise, not some delicate artist with a lyre. He could handle not looking back. He would do so easily. He walked for days and days, the only sound accompanying him being the beating of his heart. Yet he knew that you were behind him. He felt it within his bones. As he stepped into the sunlight, he decided not to repeat the mistake of his predecessor. He waited for you to walk out with him, but you did not. Solomon slowly became angry. Had he been fooled by Hades? Had the Godhead grown so weak, so desperate that he was willing to break his promise just to keep another soul?
That was until he felt the warmth of your arms wrap around him from behind. Solomon felt his breath hitch as he turned around to find you, glowing with health and smiling ever so beautifully at him, and for the first time in centuries, Solomon was able to relax.
He's no longer alone. You're with him now and he's never letting you go again.
a/n: Aaaaa, I'm lowkey so proud of this, it’s probably one of my favourite pieces I've written. Can you tell I'm experimenting with imagery?
I was thinking of just going with the ending where Solomon turns around and then reader disappears (like Orpheus and Eurydice in Ovid's Metamorphoses), but something caught me, and I didn't feel like writing a sad ending.
I don't know if anyone picked up on this, if you did I love you, but the mistletoe is a reference to the Norse myth where Frigg doesn't want her son Balder to die, so she asks everything on earth to not hurt him, but forgets the mistletoe, and Balder then gets shot by an arrow made of mistletoe and dies, which triggers Ragnarok (the end of the world). (Imagine being so loved that your death triggers the end of the world, damn, that’s crazy.)
I also don’t know if this is canon, but I like to imagine that Solomon had black hair and then it slowly turned white throughout the centuries, so eventually reader will have matching white hair with Sol!
I fully believe that Diavolo is the embodiment of ‘Take Me Back to Eden’
Mc is so perplexed as to how the literal demon king could possible love them, just a simple human sorcerer. Insecurities get the better of them some nights, feeling unattractive and uncomfortable in their own skin. Yet Dia gazes at them with stars in his eyes, simply enraptured by them. To him Mc is an ethereal being, so kind and selfless and protective of him and his found family, not to mention how incredibly beautiful and handsome you are. He had never laid eyes on anyone who could even begin to compare. He’d simply take your face in his large hands before slowly, and gently peppering your face with kisses, whispering sweet nothings in between each gentle touch of his lips against your skin. He would do anything for you, give up anything for you, for you are one of the few who truly understand him. You showed him love and care, showed him what it felt like to be just Diavolo, not the future demon king, and he would spend eternity showing you how much that means to him. How much you mean to him.
MC: I don’t understand how you could love someone like me, I’m just regular a human sorcerer.”
Dia:
My my those eyes like fire
I’m a winged insect you’re a funeral pyre
Come now, bite through these wires
I'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired
Reset my patient violence along both lines of a pathway higher
i’m sorry to disappoint but it isn’t a mod, Rosey found the models on some website and edited them so they won’t glitch out/removed some extra bones which were unnecessary and we went into the game files and changed the player models in the save files accordingly so those models would show up only in that specific save file
