Hellooo! I've been binge reading your stuff lately, and i really love your writing style!
May I request the OM bros with a reader who habitually uses pheromone perfume just because they like the smell? Bc while humans can't smell the horny pheromones (which is why they're scams) I imagine that demons can, not that reader would know
This is so not based on my own bottle of the stuff that I use just because it smells nice, hahaaaa.
It smells like white jasmine and ive gone through half the bottle.
Tsymmm!
⛓️ The Demon Brothers Reacting to MC's Special Perfume ⛓️
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Featuring: The Demon Bros x MC (separately) | 3.2k words
CW: Pheromones, aphrodisiac mention, possessive behaviour, grinding, switch!MC, sub!Demon bros, m!masturbation, just them acting like freaks, MDNI!
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Lucifer:
⟡ Lucifer is very quick to notice your scent has changed to something much sweeter. He compliments it plainly, making it sound more like an observation. He doesn't dislike the new perfume scent, but there's just something about it that throws him off just slightly.
⟡ When you walk past him in a tight corridor, your body brushing up against his as you part ways, that's when it hits him. Lucifer didn't say anything before just in the rare case he was wrong or if it was just him being drawn to you so easily.
⟡ You give him a smile that makes him weak, only making his blood rush to his face and... down lower fast. This drives Lucifer insane and he instantly whips his head around so you don't catch his flustered expression. He begins to wonder if you used that perfume on purpose, but then he also wonders why he's affected by it so strongly when he's resistant to most lower level magical effects.
⟡ Before you could leave the hallway entirely, he calls out to you. "Where did you get that perfume?" He says coolly, yet there's a distinct note of strain in his tone. You shrug, saying you got it back in one of the markets while you were out with him and that you liked the scent, hoping he didn't have a problem with it.
⟡ But it was in fact the opposite, so Lucifer steps closer towards you, even risking leaning over to smell the perfume at a stronger angle. He lets out an exasperated sigh. He soon explains that it wasn't just an ordinary perfume but laced with pheromones humans cannot smell. You freeze, your face warming up as you look Lucifer up and down, the strain in his posture and voice being much more clear now.
⟡ "I haven't been able to have a single modicum of peace or calm today, and you already know how much restraint I lack." His hand reaches out to grasp your shoulder like he's about to scold you, but the way his fingers dig into your skin even through his gloves tells you that he wants to be the one scolded. His glare says that he wants to punish you, but a much bigger part of him wants you to fuck him until you're satisfied. "So, are you going to do something about it?"
⟡ Your lips quirk upward in a smirk before turning Lucifer back around and heading up to his room, telling him that he can properly enjoy your new scent there. He's straining to keep his grip from getting painful, but his pants were getting painfully tight as well, getting harder to ignore. Lucifer ushers you to quicken the pace before he loses control and decides to take you in the middle of the hallway, right outside Satan's room, actually.
Mammon:
⟡ Mammon notices your perfume's scent, compliments it, and goes on about most of his day as normal. But as time progressed and you got closer and closer to him, he starts to notice the strange effects he's feeling. His heart's racing and his cheeks are red, but he can't hide it anymore, not this late. Mammon decides to check you himself, grabbing you gently and sniffing your neck.
⟡ The blood pumping immediately moves down lower, getting him hard right in the middle of the hallway. "MC, what the hell do ya think yer doing?! Paradin' around the house smelling like this like you're tryin' to seduce everybody?!" He whisper-yells in your ear, trying not to cause a scene and make his predicament worse.
⟡ Your eyes widen in confusion, not understanding what he's talking about. You tell him that you smell normally and that you're unsure of what he's smelling. That's when it clicks. "Dammit, ya went and bought one of those perfume thingies that don't affect humans! That's what ya get for goin' shopping without me!" Mammon hides his face in your collarbone despite only being affected stronger, his expression full of embarrassment.
⟡ At that revelation, you can't help but let out a small, incredulous laugh. Mammon grumbles, telling you to stop laughing and do something about his unfortunate predicament. You hold him there for a few more moments before granting him mercy, mainly because he keeps trying to rut against your thighs like he was in heat.
⟡ You drag him into your room and he immediately pounces, not even caring if the door was still wide open. Mammon had to have you, right there. His hands are desperate, full of want and pure lust. He grips at your clothes and whatever skin he can reach. His mouth finds your jaw, planting firm kisses to your chin as he grinds his clothed erection against your mattress.
⟡ "Feel that, huh? You greedy, greedy human, waltzin' around like ya ain't the biggest piece of treasure out there... now ya even smell like one..." He murmurs in your ear, his voice taking on a deeper, huskier tone. As much as he'd love to take the time to savour you and even reprimand you a little, the desire to spill himself inside you takes over entirely.
⟡ Mammon wants to get into the main act as soon as possible, but you can't blame him since he has been slowly going under such a powerful aphrodisiac for so long. The desperation also mixes with his greed, creating a powerful combination that feels like it's preventing him from pulling away from you ever again.
Leviathan:
⟡ The new scent hits him faster than he can see you. Of course Levi finds it pleasant, but he instantly notices how quick it's affecting him, a warmth spreading to his face and lower body. The reaction is immediate as well and he quickly exits his bedroom to track you down. When you turn around to the sound of his footsteps, he's shuffling awkwardly towards you.
⟡ "MC, you... you haven't done anything new with your clothes, have you...?" Leviathan murmurs shyly, a pathetic attempt at small talk. All you had to do was look down and see his weak tries at hiding his erection, he's really bad at hiding it, especially when you're so close by. Not to mention your sweet, delectable scent hanging around the two of you as well.
⟡ You shake your head, a grin on your face. You tease him slightly, asking what exactly is it that's making him so excited, or if he's just that excited to see you right now. Leviathan yelps as if you physically attacked him, but he shakes his head vigorously. "N-No, there's just- just something different about the way you smell. Did you get that super rare, limited edition perfume based off of Rainbow-Chan's final magical girl transformation?! It's supposed to be ridiculously expensive but I think it's worth it, the price compared to-"
⟡ You're quick to shut him up, explaining it was just a regular perfume that you liked since it was subtle and had a bit of a warm aura to it. Leviathan still doesn't believe you, so he leans in to smell you a bit stronger, and he almost immediately regrets how close he got to you. "T-T-T-T-that's not just a-any perfume! N-No way you couldn't smell it at all! Unless... c-c-could it be...?" He mutters under his breath, pacing slightly.
⟡ "It's that weird special scent thingies only demons can smell! Kinda like how certain syrups and foods are aphrodisiacs to one species but not the other!" Leviathan squeaks out that last sentence, realizing his dilemma in his sweatpants and wanting to shrink down and absorb into the floor. Your face in turn also heats up, feeling the embarrassment but also a bit of guilt for walking around the house and turning him on like this unknowingly.
⟡ But you also begin feeling that same heat pool down in your abdomen, and without much thinking, you take Leviathan to your bedroom, explaining that you're going to make up for teasing him relentlessly even if you weren't doing so on purpose. You plop him down on the bed and lock the door, moving closer to him until you're on his side, making him bury his face in your neck to get drunk off the way you smell. Your hand even flies to the bulge in his pants, squeezing and palming him through the thin layers of clothing.
⟡ In response, Levi bites at and sucks on your neck, his heavy breathing coming out in quick, ragged breaths. Your hands were sending shockwaves throughout his body and your new scent was filling his remaining senses, and it did not take long for poor Levi to hit over that edge so soon.
Satan:
⟡ It doesn't take long for Satan to notice something off about your scent, but not in a bad way. He just can't pinpoint what exactly he's feeling that's wrong about the new perfume you used. He discreetly follows you around as usual, offering help with chores and bringing you water for when you need it.
⟡ But there's a time where he's got you settled in his armchair, reading your assignment aloud to him since you were struggling with a particular passage. You turn your head to ask him what the question is asking of you, but he's dead silent. Satan's grip suddenly changes, moving from your waist to your chest and abdomen. The effects hit him like a tsunami, yet he finds himself coming back for more.
⟡ He resists the urge to bury his nose in your neck, causing you to glare at his strange behaviour. "MC... I- I don't know what's wrong with me, usually I can compose myself while you do homework on my lap, but I'm sorry, I'm just too distracted to help you right now. You smell... sweet. Sweeter than you should be smelling normally."
⟡ You try to explain to him that it's just an average perfume for humans, but he shakes his head. He recalls the time when you two went down into town and he bought you the perfume you kept eyeing in one of the windows. He must've been distracted somehow when reading the effects of the perfume, and now here the two of you are.
⟡ Your face heats up when you realize you've just been dosing him in these pheromones for so long AND you're sitting directly in his lap. You shift to turn around properly to see his face and body, which in turn made you grind against his crotch, a noise of desperation coming from the usually composed demon.
⟡ "MC, you need to get this assignment done, haaah... Lucifer's going to punish us if we slack off now- mmph!" Satan hisses weakly, but he finds himself too distracted to even speak clearly. "This is your doing, MC. If you're going to do something about it, do it properly." He murmurs into your neck before tilting his head up and lightly biting the shell of your ear.
⟡ You glare at his impatience, but you indulge anyways. The assignment drops to the floor as you move around in his lap, shifting until you get into a comfortable position. His hard-on is impossible to ignore, so you get a little rough with him to earn more of those little whines he does. Satan nearly cries when you grind against him at an already punishing pace, his fingernails clawing at the armrest as he unsuccessfully tries to resist your new scent and ends up spilling himself in his jeans.
Asmodeus:
⟡ Asmodeus' reaction is practically instantaneous when you walk past him with the perfume sprayed on, and he mewls in delight, chasing you down to compliment the smell. He loves how it fits you perfectly, and that the added pheromones was such a delicious touch. But he tilts his head in confusion when you look just as baffled. He quickly drags you to his bedroom and plops you down on his bed so the others can't see or smell you as well.
⟡ You explain that you thought it was just some regular human perfume that only smelled sweet and subtle, but Asmodeus shakes his head, stifling a giggle. "No dear, it must be one that humans can't smell, as I find it intoxicating, more than you already are." He guides your hands to wrap around his neck so he can bury his face in your collar.
⟡ "Well now, on purpose or not, I think we must do something about this delicious ache I'm feeling, hm?" Asmo's hands wander your body, gripping your clothes as he drives himself insane by your perfume. "We have time, don't we? Beel's in the kitchen, Lucifer's suffocating himself in his work, and the others are sleeping away peacefully. I think there's more than enough time for you to reap what you sow."
⟡ You chuckle weakly as his lips on your neck interrupt you with a moan. You move to straddle his hips, pushing him down so you could brace yourself to grind on him. Asmodeus lets out an angelic sigh, pulling you down harder on him that's much less graceful than what's normal for him.
⟡ "I apologize for the brutishness, MC, but I must have you, the fire burning within me needs to be quenched. Immediately." You can't help but laugh softly, removing your clothes to make it easier. Climbing off him, you dress yourself down to just your undergarments.
⟡ "Ah ah ah, allow me. After all, I'm the one who dragged you to my room as if I was a beast in heat ready to pounce." He still manages to purr, despite the clear strain in his voice. Asmo pushes you down to lie on your back so he can settle between your legs. His fingers are still so careful and attentive, watching for each reaction as he grips your thighs and sides, even massaging and squeezing at your chest, putting considerable pressure in the erogenous zones to make you gasp. At this rate, you'll be the one begging for his touch more than he is for you.
Beelzebub:
⟡ Beel notices you smell nice and sweet, enough to make him hungry, which is pretty normal for the Avatar of Gluttony's standards. But he does notice the more that he smells you, the hungrier he gets and the harder it is to pull away from you. Poor Beel tries to eat more and more, hoping it quells the ache building in his stomach, but it only makes him crave you more.
⟡ He's very blunt when questioning you, straight up asking how you smell so good and why he can't stop thinking about eating you... and doing other things to you. You laugh softly, asking him if a simple scent like vanilla is enough to rile him up. However, Beel shakes his head and leans in to inhale your scent again. His heart stops.
⟡ "That is not vanilla. Or at least, not just vanilla. It smells like- I dunno, but it's... making me hungrier than normal. Just one taste..." Beelzebub moves to lean in towards your face, kissing you softly, almost hesitantly. He instantly apologizes before hiding his face against the crook of your neck.
⟡ Of course, he only gets a bigger taste of your new scent, driving him to start scraping his teeth on your skin carefully like he's trying extract the perfume out of you. His hands were getting confused and he wasn't sure what to do with them, so Beel has to settle for squeezing your waist tight, his hands squeezing you tight enough to nearly glue you to the floor.
⟡ "M'so sorry, MC... I-I'm not sure what came over me..." Beelzebub rasps weakly when he pulls back from your neck. The withdrawal was almost enough to get him to dive right back in, but he at least wanted to know if you wanted to continue as much as he did. "Y-You don't have to continue, just-"
⟡ You shut him up with a fierce kiss, enough to elicit a surprised gasp from the usually impassive Avatar of Gluttony. Poor Beel's usually so composed and waits to take you in private as well, but he quickly grabs you and plops you down on the counter, wanting to taste you right there, not caring if the door was fully closed at this point.
⟡ "I'm going to enjoy this, more than any meal I could ever have in the next 500 years, no, 5000 years..." Beel groans against your skin, his hands roaming lower to grip your thighs, holding your legs apart just enough for him to stand between them.
Belphegor:
⟡ Belphie's already clingy and attached to you, so he noticed your new smell almost immediately, and when he noticed what it really smelled like, he squeezed you tighter, wanting more of this new scent. You two would be cuddling on his bed or on the sofa in an empty room and he buries his face in your chest or collarbone, grinding his hips against your leg subtly as he tries to calm himself down.
⟡ You notice the movements and the way his breath catches, but this behaviour was still pretty normal for Belphegor, so you don't mention anything yet. However, his cute little noises become more desperate and whiny. He sounds frustrated as he finally speaks up. "Hnngh, why do you smell so good..." He slurs his words, feeling immensely sleepy yet horny. But his state would be better described as drunk off of you and your scent.
⟡ You tell him that it's just the new perfume you got, but Belphie grunts in response, sounding as if he's in disbelief. "No, nonono, s'more than that..." He shifts positions, using his sleepiness as a diversion so he can pin you underneath him, his hands holding your wrists beside your head.
⟡ Belphie leans in against your neck to deeply inhale before letting out a groan. "Yeah. That's an aphrodisiac you got. Don't tell me you 'accidentally' bought it as an excuse to rile me up like this." You swear that it was an accident and that you didn't notice anything suspicious about it other than how much sweeter it did smell. Belphie huffs, still a bit suspicious.
⟡ "Ugh, it's probably one of those things that only affect demons. But this is still your fault!" He motions to his pants, pressing his clothed erection more firmly against your thigh. "And the fact that any of my brothers could've walked in and smelled you, that's so annoying..." Belphegor dives in for your neck, peppering your skin with rough kisses and soft bites that barely manage to not break skin.
⟡ When you look over and see the door, it's slightly ajar. You warn Belphie that anyone could just waltz in and see this, but it only fuels him further. "So? Let them get jealous, let them smell you but see that only I can have you." His voice is a low purr, his lips moving up to your jaw and cheeks, kissing and nibbling gently on your skin.
⟡ He tries his best to sound domineering, but every time the fabric of his own pants rubs against his erection, he lets out a soft sob. You decide that he'll get nowhere close to the result he wants, so you flip him back over, settling beside him so you can palm him roughly through his clothes. Belphie lets out a hiccupping sob of relief, thanking you profusely for the added contact.
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