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Levi looked too fucking good.
It was another hot day in the Devildom, but it was sweltering in the House of Lamentation due to someone eating through some cables.
However, even as sweat dropped down your back, you were thankful for Beel. The notorious exclusive and reserve Levi was sitting in his room in nothing but a tank top and a pair of shorts. His skin had a light purple flush to it from the heat. His tail lazily swished behind him as he stared at the video game playing on his monitor.
One leg was propped up on his gaming chair causing him to have the sluttiest leg spread. His thick thighs caused his shorts to roll up to the point they could be considered underwear.
To summarize, Levi looked hot and you wanted his cock in your mouth.
You ignored the small yelp from Levi as you scooted him away from his desk. You crawled on the floor under the desk right in front of where he had a fan blowing. Both of your hands grabbed the arm rest of his chair and pulled him back forward to his desk.
With you underneath his desk, his one down leg had to spread out even more to accommodate you. This gave you perfect access to his bunched up shorts.
“What are you doing?” He whispered, staring down at you. His hand covered the microphone on his headset that was placed in front of his horns.
He was playing coy, but you could see the deepening of the purple flush on his cheeks. Along with the way he was starting to squirm in chair.
With delicate fingers, you traced them up his leg, letting it drag so slowly from his ankle up to his knee. Your finger gently grabbed his knee and placed it on your shoulder. You maintained eye contact with Levi and gave him a smile as his answer.
“I'm playing a game right now,” he whispered again, quickly glancing at the screen then back at you. You leaned over to his available thigh. His cool skin felt great underneath your feverish lips. How luckily you were to a cold blooded demon under you right now?
“Do you want me to stop?” You asked, with your lips grazing over his skin. You allowed your fingers to go up higher to play with the bottom of his shorts. A shaky exhale came from him
An inner turmoil seems to be happening as his eyes rapidly flickered between the screen to you. You waited patiently as you continued pressing light feathery kisses on his thigh and played with his shorts.
“I-I… please.” The whine that came from his throat was music to your ears. The slits in his eyes were beginning to widen in desire. Who were you to deny such a pretty boy?
You shifted to get on your knees under the desk. The angle increased the stretch of Levi’s leg as you kept it on your shoulder.
With both of your hands, you grabbed the sides of his pants and pulled them down his thigh. A musky smell invaded your nose causing you to finally break the eye contact with Levi.
Two pretty bluish cocks protruded from the slit on his body with a slight sheen to them. They twitch upon being met with the cool air blowing from the fan behind you. “There's my pretty boys.”
Levi whined longingly out into the air as he shifted his hips to get closer to you. A small gasp came from as he started to click on something on the screen.
“I'm st-still here. Someone just walked in for a second,” he stumbled through talking. Your hand slide up his thigh, over the shorts, until you had your fingers holding his beautiful length.
You wrapped your hand as best as you could around both of them, but you barely carried over half of it. Your hand moved up, feeling the veins pulsing underneath you. The two twitched in your hand, almost calling out to you.
“Mhmmm, yeah,” Levi whispered out. He let out a start gasp as your hands began to pick up the pace. The leg on your shoulder flexes as he begins to shift again in his seat. “Oh yeah, there's someone approaching the center.”
His blue cocks began to weep out translucent precum that slide down from the tip onto your waiting hands. The extra fluid helped lubricate his lengths, allowing your hand to move more smoothly against him.
Leaning forwards, you stopped your movement with your hand. A whine slipped from Levi’s mouth before being covered with a fake cough. You glanced up in time to see Levi looked down at you with a giant pout on his pink lips.
You gave him a smile before leaning all the way forwards. While continuing to hold eyes contact, you allowed his cock to slide through your lip into your awaiting mouth.
The feeling of his bottom cock’s heafty weight laying on your tongue made you let out a moan at finally getting what you wanted. The salty taste of him on your tongue, the feeling of your jaw widening to accommodate him, and his hips jerked up.
With one hand, you placed it on his hip and with the other, you grabbed the top cock that was resting on your cheeks. You breathe through your mouth as you let yourself adjust and to enjoy the feeling of having Levi inside of you.
“Please, please, please,” Levi mumbled out. You could feel the muscles under his skin become jittery with the desire to thrust forward deeper into your mouth, but you kept his still.
The flush on his skin spread onto his shoulder as his breathing became louder. You wondered for a second what the people he was playing with was thinking or if he was muting himself again.
As you breathe through your nose, you allowed yourself to slide more forward. He slide over your tongue and approached the back of your throat. Instinctively, you swallowed around the intrusion in your mouth.
A high pitch moan came from Levi accompanied by the sound of wood being scratched. His poor desk. The image of Levi’s blissed out face digging his sharp nails into the woods had you rubbing your thighs together for some relief.
Finally, after a good minute of holding Levi there, you begin your movement. Your head slid backwards before moving back down. His cock dragged against the roof of your mouth and tongue. Using your tongue, you slipped it out over your bottom teeth.
With everything now in place, you took a good deep breath, before plunging yourself all the way down. His cock slid into the back of your throat and you swallowed instinctively again.
You didn't stop and pulled back until his cockhead laid on tongue. A stream of precum littered your mouth and filled you with a taste that was distinctly Levi.
“Yes, just like that. Yes,” Levi whined out. You kept bobbing your head along his bottom length, building up a rhythm.
You let him slide all the way to the back of your throat and move until he almost all the way out. His entire length rubbing against the inside of your mouth.
You switched your focus to your hand that was holding him. As you continue your ministrations with your mouth, your hands began to move at the same pace, twisting along his length.
Levi's thigh started shake as his breath came out shorter and shorter. His whines and moans coming out louder and louder.
“Oh, it feels so good. Can I have more, baby? Please, please. I've been good. Please,” he babbled out, clueless to what he was actually saying. Going completely brain dumb to the pleasure coasting through his veins.
His hips begin to pick up with fever and you stopped trying to hold him down. You let him chase the pleasure that was building up inside of him.
Another loud scratch and you knew for a fact his desk would have to be replaced. A moan came out of you at the realization you were bringing this beautiful demon this much pleasure to destroy this property.
Your free hand finally joined the mix to cover the part of Levi you couldn't fit in your mouth. With your two hands jerking him, and your mouth bobbing along his bottom length, it seems to be too much for Levi.
A loud moan ripped from Levi's mouth as the leg on your shoulder stiffed up. His muscles began to spasms as all he could do was moan out loud.
“Don't stop, please, don't stop. You feel so - oh- you feel so good. Please let me cum. I'm going to- been so good, let me- ah-cum.” His words begin to slur together as his chair began to shake from the aggressive movements.
“Yes-yes-yes-yes,” he rambled. To your surprise, your felt a pair of hands slide into your and grab at the base. He didn't push you, but held onto you as if you were a sort of grounding for him.
“Cum-cum- ahhhhhh. Cumming.” Your eyes looked up to see Levi’s head thrown back in ecstasy with his long forked tongue hanging out. His mouth opened up in a silent moan as he completely stiffen up.
Your mouth was flooded with his cool salty cum that flowed down your throat. Spurts hit against the roof of your mouth and your cheeks.
Cum shot out from his top cock right onto your face. Multiple spurts of liquids came out until you had a beautiful facial on your face. The blue cock twitching so hard as it tried to push everything out.
Your kept your mouth and hand moving, trying to ring out his orgasm for as long as you could. Trying to hold onto the beautiful sight of Levi twitching in pleasure with a heavy purple blush on his face.
“Thank you-thank you-thank you,” he repeated over and over into the air, but you knew it was for you. You slowed your ministries until you came to a stop. Slowly, you lowered his leg off your shoulder, before pulling off his cocks.
The muscles in your jaw felt like they were on fire. And you loved it.
The way the cum dropped down from your face onto your chest along with the cum still sliding down your throat made you feel so dirty.
You hungrily stared up at Levi’s heaving chest as he tried to get air into his lungs. His propped up leg slid off the chair and thunked on the floor next to you. The muscles in his thighs twitch as his cocks laid flaccid on his bunched up shorts.
“I love you. I love you so much,” Levi whispered. His head came forward and down to look at you. His hair sat messily on top of his head. His mouth was open as he continued to gasp, a line of drool coming out the side of his mouth. “It felt so good. I think I saw heaven again.”
You let out a small laugh before using the bottom of your shirt to wipe the dripping cum off your face. Levi let out an embarrassed chucked before reaching for something on. A tissue appeared in his hand.
He bent down to wipe the remaining off your face, being extra slow around your swollen lips. He slid out of his chair until he was kneeling on the floor with you.
“That made me feel so good. That mouth of yours is sinfully good,” he whispered while staring into your eye. You let the praise wash over you along with Levi’s pampering you.
He threw the tissue into the trashcan nearby. He turned back to you and grabbed your face with both of his hands. His cool skin felt amazing against your flushed skin.
He leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. You allowed yourself to melt against him as he deepened the kiss. Your lips were parted as his forked tongue made its way into your mouth.
You felt the long appendages sliver around your tongue before wrapping around it, sucking you in. You moaned into the kiss at the filling of Levi being in your mouth again.
His tongue slides around your mouth, seeming to be trying to touch every crevice in your mouth. His hands slide from your face onto your waist. His nails pushed into your skin as he pulled you closer.
He separated away from you and you embarrassingly chased after him. A boyish grin came onto his face as he watched you follow him. He leaned forward and gave you a quick peck.
“Can I repay? Please, let me,” he whispered against your lips. A shiver went through your body at his whiny tone and the way his grip tightened.
“Didn't you have a game you were playing?” You teased him. Levi only continues to smile at you, making you slightly confused. You were expecting him to be slightly embarrassed about moaning like porn star during the game.
“That's been turned off since you took me in this pretty mouth.” A finger slide across your swollen lips. Levi’s eyes followed it as his eyes clouded over. “Now, can I please have you?”
Levi tilted his head and brought his face into your neck. A cold tongue slide against your hot skin as he licked up your neck. His forked ends flickered against that one spot that had you shivering again.
A whine slipped from your lip as you felt yourself throb. You shifted your hips to get some sort of friction. Levi pulled back again to show you the pout taking up residence on his face.
“I'll beg as much as you need. So, may I?”
This is my first time writing smut and the way I was flushed the entire time. I salute those who're able to write smut frequently. However, I had to give it a shot for my boy Levi.
I started writing these out in the tags of another post for some reason and now am just not stopping, so I figured I'd make my own post.
Lucifer is dog-coded. He's a standoffish previously abused shelter dog that sits on the other side of the couch from you and sighs wistfully.
Mammon is dog-coded. He's a hyper as fuck golden lab that WILL get on your lap, any obstacles be damned.
Levi is cat-coded. He's the sort of cat that is always hiding somewhere. You never fuckin' see him, but his food bowl periodically needs refilling and sometimes if you wake up suddenly in the night, you'll find him curled up with you.
Satan is cat-coded. He's a tom cat that's usually fairly personable, but has strong boundaries that he will enforce with violence with zero warning.
Asmo is cat-coded. He's the sort of cat that shoves what you're doing out of the way to come lick himself while he sits on your lap and if you don't pet him while this is happening, he will bite you.
Beel is dog-coded. He's a huge, subdued guard dog that is really excited on walks or at mealtimes, but otherwise just lays beside you either napping or just wagging his tail. Champion at begging for table scraps, though.
Belphie is cat-coded. He's the lazy as fuck cat you have to periodically wake up because you're worried he died. Nope. Just asleep. Watched him roll over, fall off the couch, and not even change positions before falling back asleep a few minutes ago.
Diavolo is dog-coded. He's the sort of dog that's greeting everyone in the park with his tail wagging so hard his whole body is swaying. Literally dragging his owner behind him if he has to. Unstoppable Love Machine.
Barbatos is cat-coded. The sort of cat who was socialized later in life and really isn't into this whole 'being a pet' nonsense, but who you know likes you well enough because he'll always be sitting as far away as you as he can possibly be while still on the same piece of furniture.
Mephisto is dog-coded. He's a working dog of some sort... personally I think a well-bred pointer. The sort of dog that if you try and have as a house pet he will just start making up his own rules to follow because he doesn't know what the fuck to do with this person that's just sitting on the couch. Will periodically find him Pointing intently at a frog on the window or something.
Raphael is cat-coded. Regularly scares the shit out of you because he's never made a single noise in his whole life and will just Appear. By and large, extremely independent, needs a lot of things to do or he gets stressed. Likes to climb a lot. Surprisingly cuddly, though. When he does rest, he prefers to do it sprawled out on your lap.
Simeon is dog-coded. He's the sweetest dog to ever live, just gently laying his head on your leg to politely ask for pets. He was in line to be a service dog, but while training, someone threatened His Person and he fucked them up majorly, so he ended up being fostered instead and was adopted into the first house he stayed in. Will lick away your tears when your sad and turn any burglars into corpses for you.
Luke is dog-coded, the jokes are right. I don't think he's a chihuahua so much as he's just a puppy, though. He's a lil baby border collie that is overflowing with energy and getting used to everything ever. Loves cuddles, loves playing, loves you! Deeply Suspicious of new things before getting used to them, though. Top contender for being terrified of vacuum cleaners.
Solomon is cat-coded. The sort of cat that's always jumping onto cluttered surfaces and kicking off every single object onto the floor, then just plopping down and looking at the mess he made. The king of crashing headlong into the ground after fucking up a leap and just laying there cleaning himself like he meant to do it. The sort of cat that hides under furniture only to dart out and attack your ankles, then run away.
Thirteen is cat-coded. Many cats bond with One Person. She was feral and decided she liked MC. Proceeded to move in and would not be dissuaded. She's a spazz that loves to play and cuddle. Extremely affectionate as well! Unless you're not MC. Worse, if you're getting close to MC. ALSO the sort to hide under furniture and dart out, but it's with genuine bloodlust. Get Out Of Her House, Stop Touching Her Human.
Prompt: The Devildom had been your home for the last two years. As such, you were confident in your ability to carry out a few errands on your own every once in a while. So when you were told that none of the brothers could accompany you in your little shopping trip for project supplies, you were fine with it. You could handle getting those supplies on your own, you had reassured them.
So how did a simple outing turn into such a disaster?
Pairing: OM!Brothers with GN!MC (can be read as platonic or romantic)
Genre: Slight angst, Hurt/Comfort
TW: Mc gets hurt, mentions of injuries, mention of blood in Satan and Asmo's part, Satan and Asmo's part is a bit darker than the others, I ran out of ideas by the time I got to the twins
You leaned against a stone wall, panting heavily. Your eyes darted this way and that way, and a lump formed in your throat.
How did a simple outing turn into this?
You sucked in a breath, gingerly lifting the edge of your shirt to inspect your side. A big bruise decorated your lower torso, its redness a garish and painful reminder of the very dangerous situation you had barely made out of.
The Devildom had been your home for the last two years. As such, you were confident in your ability to carry out a few errands on your own every once in a while. After all, you couldn't always rely on your friends to follow you along everywhere, even if they said they didn't mind. So when you were told that none of the brothers could accompany you in your little shopping trip for project supplies, you were fine with it. You could handle getting those supplies on your own, you had reassured them.
And now you were here, hiding in one of the Devildom's many alleyways from the demons that were clearly after your life.
"How could you let them get away like that?!"
A whimper left your lips as you tried to make sense of where exactly you were in Devildom, and how to get back to the HOL without getting caught by your bloodthirsty pursuers.
"... Did you hear that?"
"Yes."
You cursed the naturally superior senses of demons, breaking out into a run in the opposite direction of the voices. You could see streetlights and hear the hustle and bustle associated with Devildom's marketplace. Maybe you would be able to lose them in the midst of the crowd there?
You could hear footsteps behind you, internally thanking that you had taken up on Beel's offers to work out together. Your stamina couldn't fail you, not when those demons had cast a spell that locked your magic and your influence over your pacts. In other words, everything you knew and had was practically useless.
Just a little more, please!
Please!
The universe seemed to take pity on you finally as you saw a familiar figure in the crowd. You could almost cry from the relief, calling out his name as loud as you could.
Lucifer
"LUCIFER!"
Lucifer did not know what to think when he heard you yell his name, followed by you almost barreling into him. If not for his instincts being as quick and precise as they are, you both would have fallen to the ground. And he intended to let you know just how reckless and dangerous that was, at least until he saw you clutching your side with pain on your face. The concern that he'd pushed to the back of his mind in favour of scolding you came back in full force, and he cupped your face, using his magic to soothe you and check what was wrong.
"MC? What is the matter, hm?"
The absolute concern and care in his voice caused the dam to burst, and all of the panicked and scared feelings that you had set aside in favour of finding your way back home appeared in the form of tears. Lucifer pulled you into his arms, the way you were crying, hiccupping and stuttering over your words as you told him everything making him tense up slightly.
Once you were calm enough, he took you to a nearby restaurant, paying for a private area. He ordered a few dishes, and while you waited, he asked you to describe the demons' appearance. He kept you next to him, tracing circles on the back of your hand closest to him as you did, carefully listening (and recording everything on his DDD). When the food finally came, he asked you to start eating, claiming he wasn't hungry yet.
Lucifer hummed reading Mammon's message. Out of all of his brothers, he knew he could count on Mammon to show some restraint and bring the lowly things that dared to harm his human in front of Lucifer, without immediately killing them on sight. He would prefer to not tell his brothers of this incident, but one look at you and they would figure out something was wrong.
Lucifer: Mammon.
Lucifer: Some demons tried to harm MC. This is a description of them. Find them.
att. recording
Mammon: On it.
"Lucifer?" Garnet eyes flew upwards to meet yours, instincts still on high alert for the first sign of discomfort. "Yes, MC?"
You lightly raised your fork to his lips, a wordless request to feed him. Peculiar, that even when you were the one shaken in spirit and hurt physically, you thought about his well-being. It was nowhere near the time he had his lunch. He knew it, and he knew that you did as well. But, he decided to indulge you, letting you feed him and yourself, while he used his magic to counter the spell cast on you and speed up your healing process.
Lucifer escorted you back to the HOL, his hand on the small of your back as he assured you that Levi would get you your supplies from Akuzon. As you neared the house, you could make out Satan standing at the door, a serious look on his face that melted into a gentle smile the moment your eyes met. Lucifer handed you over to Satan after pressing a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Rest, my dear. I have some business to attend to, but I should be home before dinner." He looked as Satan ushered you inside, Asmo's fussing over you audible through the closed doors. Lucifer turned and walked away, eager to see who were foolish enough to try to harm his human, his master.
Mammon
"MAMMON!"
"Who- MC?!?!"
Mammon nearly had a heart attack when you yelled his name. When he turned and saw you sprinting toward him with no sign of slowing down? He was scared out of his mind. Before he knew it, he had rushed forward to meet you halfway, causing the two of you to collide fairly painfully. You didn't fall over like most would think. Unfortunately, in his well meaning attempt to stabilize you, Mammon accidently squeezed right on your bruise, causing you to jolt away from him with a pained yelp. "Woah- Are ya okay?!" he asked, face concerned as his eyes jumped from looking you up and down to scanning the crowd for any possible dangers.
You desperately tried to stop yourself from crying as you quickly gave him a brief summary of what had happened to you. His eyes darkened at the mention of the bruise, muttering apologies and incoherent swears as he pulled you into his embrace.
Mammon let out a low whistle, and the next thing you knew, there was a crow sitting on his shoulder. You could swear it looked sad as it saw you clutching onto Mammon, who spoke to you in a calming manner. "Look, I know ya probably don't want to talk about this, and I really don't blame ya... but do you remember anything about those... vermin that dared to hurt you?" he asked you, one hand rubbing your back ad he glared at any demon that stared at the two of you. His cheeks were darkened slightly, though whether that was from anger or holding you so close, you didn't know. Still, you answered his question to the best of your ability, while Mammon and his familiar listened attentively. After you were done, Mammon decided it was time to go back home, giving his familiar some instructions before letting it go.
Mammon refused to let go of you the entire walk back to the HOL. Once you reached home, he walked past all of his brothers, ignoring them till they two of you reached his room. Opening the door, he murmured for you to go in and rest while he talked to his brothers.
It took him a while before he came back to you. You were sitting on the couch staring off into nothing. Mammon sighed as he walked over to you, sitting beside you. His arm came around your shoulders, pulling you in close. "Whatcha thinking 'bout, Treasure?"
You let out a shaky sigh, pushing yourself back into Mammon like he was the only thing keeping you from completely coming undone. Mammon worried at the lack of response from you as he brought his other hand to hold you properly. "You're safe now, MC. Lucifer'll take care of everything once the kids find them," he said, smiling when you chuckled at him referring to his crows as his kids. That's how the two of you stayed, till Levi came to inform him that the demons to tried to hurt you were caught.
You had fallen asleep a while back, so Mammon picked you up, careful not to wake you, and placed you on his bed. After tucking you in properly and making sure you were as comfortable as possible, he followed Levi out of his room. It was time to teach a lesson to the ones who dared to take his human from him.
Leviathan
"LEVI!"
Levi had not anticipated leaving the house would result in you barreling into him in one of Devildom's busiest streets. In his surprise at your shout, he transformed into his demon form, his tail wrapping around you securely as you both fell onto the ground.
"Ouch... M-Mc? Are you okay?" Levi asked, his voice slightly shaky as his heart raced inside his chest. You laid on top of him, unmoving, which concerned him more than anything else. He lightly shook you, hoping to get a reaction out of you, "Mc?"
His heart calmed a bit when he felt you tightening your hold on his clothes, but immediately started racing at twice the previous speed when he saw you shaking in his arms. Gently, he pried your face away from its hiding spot on his chest, hands shaking as he tilted your face up to look at you.
Levi stopped breathing when he saw your eyes filled with tears, his mind blanking out on everything else as his gaze narrowed in on your face; more specifically, the little cut you had gotten on your bottom lip.
"Who... who dared to put their filthy hands on you?" he asked, in a low and dangerous voice. He wasn't the otaku Levi you knew and loved anymore. Right now, he was Leviathan, the third of the Seven Deadly Sins, and the General of Hell's Navy. But he made you feel incredibly safe as he tenderly cupped your face in his hands, as if he was handling one of his beloved figurines.
As you narrated the entire incident, Levi began to grow more and more agitated. In between hissing that this is why he prefers to shop online and fretting over your well-being, he somehow managed to flood the market square and summon Lotan.
Lotan, ever in tune with his master's wishes and emotions, sensed the demonic trails left on you by the spell, and went off to hunt the demons down, while Levi stayed behind with you.
Once Levi calmed down a little, he insisted on taking you back to the House of Lamentation. He knew Lotan would find the demons for him, toying with them to keep itself occupied while waiting for further instructions from its master. As he walked you home, he was quiet. In his mind, he was thinking of the ways he could inflict the most gruesome of pain on those that sought to harm his Henry.
Maybe he could convince you to move into his room with him. That way, he would be able to keep an eye on you better...
For now, though, he would stick to taking you home, and buying you whatever you needed off of Akuzon.
Satan and Asmodeus
"ASMO!"
Asmo turned at the sound of your voice, an excited smile on his face that dropped the second he saw the panic on yours as you rushed into his open arms. He let out an oof, the force from your throwing yourself at him making him lose his footing and stumble, only to be saved by Satan standing behind him.
"Mc, darling!" "Mc, are you alright?" Both the demons spoke at once, two pairs of eyes trained on your figure as they both sensed the panic lingering in you. Asmo lightly trailed his hand over your back, pressing you close to his chest as he asked, "What happened, darling?"
Through stuttered breaths and coughs you told them that you were being pursued by some demons, mentioning the bruise and the fact that they cast a spell on you to leave you helpless. You watched as something dark and lethal flashed in Asmodeus' eyes before your attention was captured by Satan abruptly leaving your side.
Before you could go after him, Asmo placed a hand on your shoulder. "Let him take care of this, darling. Why don't I take you back home and help you relax? You've had a very difficult day, after all." When you hesitated, he gave you a small pout, his eyes shining brightly in a way that reminded you of a puppy. "Please~ Let me pamper you, help you forget all of this? Satan will be fine..." he said, voice slightly whiny as he clung to your arm, careful not to aggravate any of your injuries.
When you finally relented and let him walk you back to the House of Lamentation, you missed the way Asmo looked off into the direction Satan had left for a brief moment, a cruel fascination in his eyes.
Once home, he quickly ushered you into his private bathroom, running a warm bath for you and adding the scents he knew you preferred. He left you alone in the bathroom after ensuring you had everything you needed, and telling you to call for him if you wanted his company as he shut the door behind him.
Asmo thoroughly pampered you when you walked out of the bathroom, refreshed and somewhat relaxed after your bath. He smothered you with his affection, but you didn't mind. You never did.
It was quite late when Satan returned, walking into Asmo's room to find you sleeping peacefully, your head on Asmo's lap as the demon ran his fingers through your soft hair. Satan smiled, his hand almost resting on your cheek, when Asmo smacked his hand away. "Don't get that filthy blood on them," he said, his usual bubbly nature nowhere to be found as he glared at the blood decorating Satan's hands. Satan nodded in understanding, before leaving the room to get cleaned up.
When he returned, he saw Asmo gently setting a pillow under your head and tucking you in his bed. The Avatar of Lust stood straight after ensuring you were still sleeping, before turning to his brother. "I hope you left some for me?~"
Satan smirked. "I did. I even went ahead and strapped them into those machines you like to use." Asmo giggled, the sound tainted with a sadistic sort of glee.
"This will be fun~"
Beelzebub and Belphegor
"BEEL!"
Beel let out a confused hum as he turned. His eyes widened, protective instincts rampant as he saw you running towards him, and the bag of chips in his hand fell to the ground as he moved to get to you first.
You crashed into him, his arms winding around your back to keep you from falling. "Mc?" came Belphie's voice, as he looked over to where you and Beel were standing. The youngest demon's eyes narrowed in on the slight trembling of your body as you caught your breath in Beel's arms.
Beel looked down at you with a concerned look, then back at his twin. Belphie approached the two of you, gently touching your back and providing the comfort that you so desperately needed. He observed you carefully, trying to pry out what had happened, while Beel scanned the surroundings for any threats.
Soon enough, you told them everything. Belphie's eyes hardened, causing you to flinch at the murderous glint in his eyes. Unbeknownst to you, Beel shared similar feelings with his twin.
"Let's get you home," Belphie said, his voice gentle when he addressed you, with his words making it clear it was not a suggestion he would let you talk him out of. Beel nodded, and the three of you started the journey home.
The entire walk home, Beel did most of the talking, telling you of the doughnuts he and Belphie had gotten from Uncle Demon's. Belphie was content with mostly listening, adding his two cents whenever Beel asked him something.
As soon as you guys reached the House of Lamentation, you were pulled into the attic for a nap by the Avatar of Sloth, while his twin went and informed Lucifer of everything.
When Beel came up to the attic, he found you peacefully sleeping, your head on Belphie's arm and your legs tangled with the youngest. Belphie lay awake, his vibrant eyes watching over your sleeping figure vigilantly.
Beel got into the bed as well, protectively curling around your back as his hand rested on your hip. No words needed to be exchanged between the two of them; they knew that they would soon have the people who tried to harm their human in their grasp.
And once they did, they would not hesitate to show exactly why they were lauded as two of the seven rulers of the devildom.
I wrote the introduction to my self-indulgent fic. If you read, please read it listening to this. Thank you.
tw; sad stuff, death, sacrifice, depression, mention of suicide
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The first thing she sees is a familiar pattern. It slowly dances to a melody, a rhythm that she can’t hear yet, but recognizes from the heart. The ceiling is illuminated by a weak shaking halo that grows and shrinks again and again.
She knows what that is. Of course she does.
Slowly, everything reconnects one by one back to her and she’s allowed to finally hear it. A soft whimpering, someone weeping so close to her. It all sounds familiar but at the same time, so new to her.
She turns on her side and finds him there, lying down as he cries defeated. She stares at him for a long while with a heavy heart.
The picture isn’t pretty. Is not because he’s a mess and looks so vulnerable and broken, no, it’s not that. It’s just that this isn’t what she wanted for him at all. She can feel a lump in her throat again, like she used to when she was alive.
“It’s okay, Richard, it’ll be okay.” She whispers as she gently places her hand on top of his fist. She doesn’t want to scare him, but she forgets that Dick has gotten used to so many things since he met her. Everything supernatural is the norm for him now. And he is alright with it.
He looks up at her, his eyes swollen and red before he starts crying once again.
Her heart shrinks but she doesn’t stop him. Crying has never been something to be ashamed of. Instead, she brushes his hair softly, keeping him company, just as the summoned spirit she is now.
The ceiling continues to dance as time passes. It gives a show of muted colors and fragile geometry, only reflecting Dick’s feelings and sounds.
Time has never affected her and now that she doesn’t belong to anything, she isn’t concerned about it either. She could be here until Dick is ready to leave this world and it would be alright.
“I can’t,” his voice once full of life and energy was a memory now. “I can’t do it, Zee.”
She looks at him with compassion because there’s nothing wrong with not being able to carry something so heavy. People are different, what could have been so easy for her, could cost Dick’s mental health. People were never meant to compare each other after all. Zatanna kisses the top of his head with all the love she has for him.
“I know you told me to try,” there’s a big pause but she doesn’t rush him. “But I just can’t keep doing this. I’m so sorry.” He lowered his head in a quiet sob.
//
There are two sets of eyes observing him as he works hard on a symbol. A part of him doubts all this. What is he doing? What is he trying to achieve? He is not a witch, he might kill the child instead of saving it!
But that same voice that makes him doubt quiets down immediately when the mansion groans and shakes gently. They are running out of time.
From the corner of his eye he can see him and Dick takes a deep breath and he continues working on the symbols. He has to be strong and not break in front of the child. He doesn’t want to show him how he’s an emotional mess and he’s about to give up. He doesn’t want his own child to leave with an awful memory of him.
“I’m scared.” It’s a very quiet voice that almost makes Dick doubt he actually heard it, but he then sees the kid wrap his arms tightly around his peach colored plush bunny.
“It’s alright, baby. It will be tough, but remember we love you. We will always love you.” Zatanna kneels in front of him and cups his face. He looks so scared.
Her eyes lower to his bunny and she smiles again. “While daddy works on the door, let me give you a friend. It will take care of you and remind you every day how important you are for us.”
//
He should’ve known. He should have seen it coming.
Things can’t ever be easy.
The tiny hands of his child cling to him desperately as if this depended on his own life. “Daddy, please! No!”
“Daddy is very proud of you, my son.” He doesn’t care anymore. A few tears roll down his throat as he pressed his forehead against his child’s. “I love you, but you can’t stay. You can’t stay here with me.”
“Daddy!” He cries, and sobs, and pleads.
“I love you, I love you very much. Remember that.” He kisses his son’s forehead and pushes him to the light.
The universe is broken.
Darkness is consuming all of it and he can’t stop it. Zatanna is gone. The Justice League were the first ones to get devoured. And it all broke Dick completely without realizing and while he wanted to end this, end himself sooner to be able to be with Zatanna again, he knew he couldn’t do that to their child. He was so young and deserved so much better.
He didn’t think it was going to be so hard for him. His heart aches for his child but he knows he wouldn’t be able to do much more for him.
With a blooded hand, he stains the symbols on the floor and throws away the candles that are near, closing the portal. The mansion screeches with the weight of unknown creatures that forces themselves in.
Zatanna is watching him with a worried face.
“Thank you.” Dick smiles. He doesn’t look so sad. “Thank you for distracting them. We did it, Zee. He’s gone… And safe.”
The wood snaps before he sees it standing in front of Him. He knows this is his end and he is alright with it.
“I’ll see you soon, okay?” He smiles again and before he closes his eyes one last time, he feels her soft hand, holding him tight.
Make Lucifer start off as an asshole then a gentleman,
Absolutely nailing Mammons speech pattern,
Make Asmodeus actually terrifying,
And have Satan actually quote literature as a way of flirting,
This is a appreciation post for you.
For all authors, the fact that the Obey me Community expresses so much talent and in some cases actual research in your works, your work does not slip under the radar and I see you. I SEE YOU.
Gremlin MC finding pretty rocks in the devildom, and giving them to the brothers. Just *chef kiss*
soooo a bit self indulgent, but here's Lucifer first lmao.
Lucifer:
Very confused
For a bit he thinks it's some sort of human courting ritual
Probably the one to ask straight up why
And if you just say "they're pretty" or something similar he'll still be confused but less so
A little flattered
Even more flattered when he notices he shares something in common with the rock
Say one day he notices you staring at his hair for a while with your eyebrows scrunched up.
And when he sees your face light up with recognition and run to your room he's a bit worried for a second.
Until you hop back in with a rock that's a very dark black that slowly fades to a gray, and quietly hand it to him before popping back out again.
That's when he takes another look at his small rock collection given by you. Rocks that seem to reference him in different ways, one with an eerily similar look to the diamond on his forehead when he's in demon form.
Boi be blushin, but he'll never admit to it.
Expect a rock in return one day that looks just like your eye(s)
