I think the horror potential of Obey Me is sooo overlooked.
Like sir, you're living with seven of the strongest demons in Hell. And yeah, it's easy to forget that sometimes but the stuff you can do with it?
For example, a lot of people forget that Leviathan is literally the Grand Admiral of Hell's Navy. He's been to wars and he has most definitely killed people. Every brother—one way or the other—has killed people. And the potential it has is so high it drives me insane when people don't even think about it.
Yes, the game is light hearted but come on, you live with demons, the stuff they've done (and still do) can and will be morally wrong, and God, do I love it.
The brothers are still big shots in Devildom. Right under Diavolo himself. I like to imagine that a lot of demons are scared of them. You can't look me in the eyes and tell me that a lowly demon can have an argument with Satan, for example, and not get their head blown off. Death doesn't really mean much, especially when it's a low ranked demon they could find a million of in the span of minutes. The brothers are old asf and they've seen the wars in Devildom, too. They most likely fought in them.
Now you may have the argument of "But Mammon constantly gets kicked out of casinos, he gets beaten blah blah" and to that I say; He's Mammon. No matter how pathetic he may seem he's still the second eldest. And if you ask me, one of the most emotionally intelligent and mature ones among the brothers. The reason why Mammon is so often walked over is because he doesn't show his strenght. He has the emotional capability and general strenght to not lose his cool even if he's getting insulted by a low-life who he could obliterate in a second.
But back on track, as I was saying, I believe that all of the brothers have killed people, justified or not, and I just need more fics where they're horrifying demons. Batshit insane. A flick of the wrist and blood's everywhere. The angst you could pull off with it makes my mouth water. Like, just imagine accidentally witnessing one of the brothers killing someone and act like it's nothing. THE POTENTIALLL OH LOOOORDDDDDDD
Pt. 1
Tags: gender neutral reader, free use, public sex, semi-public sex, minor dom/sub, somnophilia, minor food play, oral, improper use of magic and spells, exhibitionism, cum eating, everyone is a switch in my mind
Satan has never really had a preference for where he takes you—his room, yours, the house library, the school library, an empty classroom, the middle of the hallway—as long as he can bury his cock in your heat, he's happy. That being said, he does especially love fucking you somewhere Lucifer will hear, or, even better, see. Knowing that his eldest brother is being forced to listen in while he pulls the prettiest little noises out of his favorite human brings him almost as much pleasure as actually using your body.
And let's not skip over his love of public spaces—more often than not, a study or reading date will end in you pushed against shelves of books or bent over an old wooden table, the mercy of Satan's hand pressed to your lips a rare occurrence. If you want to keep it quiet, you're on your own—and he'll do everything he can to make it as hard as possible, his cock hitting all the right places in your tight little holes to force stuttering moans bubbling up out of your throat.
And oh, if you're willing, he sure would love to practice some spells! There's no such thing as too much studying, and don't you agree that you could use a bit more help? His brain will immediately go to the possibility of using a weak binding spell, making your body entirely vulnerable to anything he wanted to do—or maybe even something to give you cute fluffy ears and a nice long tail, his perfect little kitty to pet and pamper, to tease and fuck; but he wouldn’t be against having the tables turned…
Asmodeus takes his job as the Avatar of Lust very, very seriously—if you’re not weak, dizzy, and brainless from pleasure, is life really worth living? He takes advantage more than any of the others, with especial joy coming from pulling you away from life’s meaningless boredomes; from the chores Lucifer assigned, from dinner duty, from lonesome studying, from test taking—anywhere he can get his skilled hands, tongue, cock, or voice on your sweet body.
Silent footsteps will creep up behind you in the kitchen—never when you’re holding something dangerous, he doesn’t want to risk harm coming to his beautiful face or his lovely human—going entirely unnoticed until a sharp rip reaches your ears, followed close behind by wet warmth licking a stripe over your sex, Asmo moaning low at your taste. Or maybe you’ll find a hand down the front of your uniform during Seductive Speechcraft class, masking the little sounds you can’t hold back as your body’s natural reaction to his magic.
Really though, the main thing that gets him riled up is being able to take you where everyone will see. Front and center stage of a nightclub, legs spread wide for a livestream, the main course of his many parties—Asmo wants all of the Devildom to see his perfect darling at the time you look your best; face twisted with the pleasure he gives you. Your demon isn’t a selfish lover—why should your beauty be kept all for himself?
Beel, on the other hand, wasn’t entirely sure why you wanted to offer yourself up freely—his sex drive isn’t as high as most of his brothers, and he feels like you fulfill him perfectly, he’d never ask for more than you give. The next time he sees you in the kitchen, bent just slightly over a boiling pot for dinner, he understands. The smell of food, and your offer, sparked something in him—he’d hoisted you up on the countertop, brushing aside a couple of used mixing bowls and utensils so he’d have enough room to lean you back and fuck his cock deep inside you.
While he filled you, he also filled himself—taking advantage of the space to smear warm food over your skin and lick it back off, his stomach growling impatiently. The combination of your little—in comparison—body, mixed with the lovely scents of sweat, steam, and cooking, had him cumming faster than usual; growling low in his throat as he worked his spend deeper with shallow thrusts. When he finished, pulling away from between your limp legs, he dropped to his knees—eating the mess from between your thighs as though it was the most amazing thing in the world.
That tends to be where you find yourself fucked when it comes to the second youngest, taking advantage of the accessible food so he can sate himself in every way at once—it’s about the closest he’s gotten to the celestial realm since his fall. Every so often though, you might find yourself at Beel’s whims in another setting—the school cafeteria, his thick fingers rapidly pumping in and out of your needy hole with one hand, stuffing his face with the other; or maybe Hell’s Kitchen, stashed away in the darkest corner where waiters can hardly tell what the avatar of gluttony is doing to you.
Belphie is usually too tired to engage in spontaneous sex like the others; he likes to keep it basic—curled up together in bed, legs tangled and skin flushed as he lazily fucks his cock deep inside. His hips only speed up at the very end, pushing you both towards the edge until you cum just as softly and tiredly as you’d started, slow pulses and breathy sighs rather than high-pitched moans and shaking limbs. And, fun bonus, he gets to fall asleep immediately after—using you as a body pillow.
However, there is one big exception. Late at night, when the whole house is silent save for the normal groans and creaks of ancient architecture, Belphie sometimes finds himself wide awake, no amount of tossing and turning making him comfortable. Those days, he’ll seek you out—slip beneath your covers, wrap his limbs tight enough that your slumbering body can’t squirm away, and slip his cock between your thighs. His hands will snake around your front, softly groping your stomach as his fingers dip low enough to play with you properly.
Usually that will be plenty, dragging his leaking head up against your groin just enough to tease the idea of pushing inside while you unconsciously writhe back—begging him for it. However, every so often, he’ll need a little more. Flipping you onto your back, cushioned by pillows and blankets, he’ll whisper some weak magic—making sure you stay asleep as long as he needs you to.
CW: Penis in vaginal sex, cream pie, exhaustion, mind tricks, dirty talk, brat taming, dream manipulation, unsure if dreaming or awake, somnophilia
Word count: Roughly .8K
A/N: Belphie has a libedo that does not belong to someone who is supposed to be the Avatar of Sloth
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When you first started dating Belphie, with him being the avatar of Sloth and how much he liked to nap anywhere and everywhere, you thought you’d have a pretty tame sex life.
Boy, were you wrong.
Belphie had a libedo that seemed like it should have belonged to Asmo not him, and one of his favorite things to do, was to have you wake up in the morning dripping wet. Having slipped into your dreams and turned them from the mundane into whatever fantasy he wanted to play out that night.
The smug bastard didn’t even have to touch you. Just had to make your brain imagine that he’d been trailing his fingers over your breasts, the fine hairs at the end of his tail brushing over the skin of your stomach before trailing lower.
Honestly some mornings it was infuriating how much liquid had seeped from your core and had the material of your sleepwear and sheets stuck to you. The brat looking at you at breakfast and having the nerve to ask if you slept well, knowing full well you wouldn’t say anything to him in front of his brothers. You could have, but that would have resulted in more than one brother getting jealous. With one in particular asking for more details then you would ever be willing to share.
Yet as frustrating as it was, it also meant that when the dark haired youngest was curled up beside you, you were in for a real treat.
If you came across Belphie already sleep and wanted to join him, he’d left you some very specific instructions. Tugging his pants down over the jut of his hips until his cock was free, then positioning yourself so you can slide his shaft inside of your core before snuggling into his embrace. Rocking your hips shallowly and feeling him starting to twitch as your mind drifts off.
And you are going to slip into dreamland, because Belphie pulls you into his dream world. That’s where it gets fun. His ability to affect your mental state means he can change how you feel. Making his cock feel like it’s longer than he is,or making him seem like it’s thicker, all of it tricking your brain into thinking he’s hitting every nerve inside of your cunt. He also uses his abilities to make it seem like he’s moving faster, plowing into you, or positions that should be impossible made into reality inside of the confines of your mind.
All while the two of you are having a nap.
Waking up from the nap, you’re sweaty, your core filled with his sticky cum but you never feel any of the exhaustion that comes from if the two of you had sex while awake.
On the flipside, when you’re asleep, Belphie is happy to place you on your back and slide his hard cock inside of you. Enjoying watching you squirm under his affections, him admitting your facial expressions when you’re asleep far less restrained then when you’re awake. Then after he’s done, settling in while still inside of you to restart the same thing in your shared dreams.
The problem is, sometimes, you aren’t sure which is a dream and which is real. Because when Belphie is awake, he might not like physical exerthion, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want you to ride him until your legs are sore, or pound into you until he needs another nap.
Like how right now, you aren’t sure if you’re really in the attic, or in a dream that Belphie has made to look like the attic.
Panting as you bounce up and down on his length, your hands planted on his chest to keep you steady. Your core slick with moisture makes it easy to lose yourself in the sensation of his thick cock rubbing against the nerves inside your channel, pulling more and more moisture from you. The hardest part is trying to set a pace that isn’t blistering since it’s so easy to move, even with him stretching your pussy out more than you would have ever thought possible.
And while you might be doing most of the work, Belphie still has to be a brat. A jerk of his hips upwards and his cock is hitting that spongy part inside of you that forces the air from your lungs, your smooth movements turn jerky as your brain tries to reset itself. “Is that all it takes to make you mess up riding me?” That stupid smug edge back in his tone, acting like he’s not affected at all by your moist insides clenching around him. “Come on, put some effort into it.”
“Brat.” There’s no heat behind it as you start to lift your hips again at a steady pace, one that’s a bit faster and harder than before. Shifting your hands on his chest to his nipples, giving one a pinch that makes him hiss and jerk his hips again. Biting your lower lip as your orgasm grows closer, you know you aren’t going to last long with the way your muscles are clenching and your back tenses. A soft chuckle from Belphie as he reaches up to lazily flick his finger against your clit.
At least that part never changes, awake or asleep, Belphie is still a needy little brat when he wants to be.
Part two with Asmo, Satan, and the twins. I thought this would take longer for me to get to but Ideas just came to me. I'll also use this to touch on some other things since self harm and suicidal ideation can be caused by several things.
Younger Brothers x Mc
Big Brothers | Little Brothers | Dateables
TW: Self Harm, Scars, depression, Suicidal Ideation, active Attempt (Belphe), non-sexual nudity (Bath/spa time on Asmo's part), Complicated relationships with food (Beel's part)
Satan was not supposed to see this. He usually wouldn't burst in but he had an unusual feeling deep in his stomach that drew him to Mc's room. He knew they had been rather down as of late but he didn't know how far they were until he burst into their room. He stared at the knife, its silver edge contrasting against Mc's blood. Mc looked at him like a kid that got caught doing something bad and hid the knife and their wrists behind their back like he hadn't already seen them.
Satan shut the door behind him as he approached Mc. He doesn't know when his demon form slipped out but he wrapped his tail around his leg so it wouldn't wave around and hit Mc. He reached behind them slowly and took the knife, throwing it across the room once Mc let go. Mc flinched when Satan threw it, they thought he was really angry with them for damaging their body. Satan picked up on the flinch and he softened, his shoulders falling before he hugged them, tightly pinning their arms to their sides as his face squished against their torso. Mc didn't struggle but they did tense.
"Satan I can explain-"
"You don't have to" Satan looked up at them "Just try not to do it anymore. I don't like the idea of you hurting, none of my brothers do. We like you alive too."
"O-Oh."
Mc started tearing up and leaned into Satan. They wondered how long these feelings had been buried, only having any semblance of release through cutting their wrists apart. Satan's hold tightened, not as tightly as he would've wanted but Mc needed to breathe, which they were having trouble with as their cries turned into wails. This release almost felt worse than cutting as they had, but it brought so much more relief.
Satan's tail removed itself from his leg and wrapped around Mc as he moved up to wipe away their tears. He hated seeing them cry, but he hated that they felt the need to harm themselves more. He wanted answers, but there was no point if forcing them speak up was as bad as throwing salt in their wounds himself. He waited for their sobs to lessen into sniffles before kissing them on the cheek.
"Please don't hurt yourself anymore, if you want to feel pain just look at Lucifer, he's ugly enough to make anyone feel pain.
It was enough to draw a laugh out of Mc and in the distance Lucifer sneezed while wondering which brother was talking shit about him this time. Satan smiled when they finally showed genuine happiness but that didn't last. He gently pulled away and moved Mc's wrists out from behind them so he could see the damage. Mc tried to be brave and look at Satan while he examined scars both fresh and old but shame won making them look down.
"May I treat your wrists?"
Mc nodded without looking back at him until he started kissing up and down their old scars instead of normal treatment. They blinked before remembering they once told him about kissing wounds better and they were certainly too distracted now to feel the pain. Satan counted under his breath until each wrist had fifty kisses making a total of one hundred. He looked up when he was done to soak in Mc's very red face.
"All better?"
"Y-Yeah."
"I don't believe you. Let's go pet cats."
Mc can't blame Satan for not believing them with how often they lied about being ok. They rolled up their sleeves for privacy sake before taking Satan's hand. Satan's tail was still around their leg as they both walked out to the alley where a bunch of cats hung out, waiting for Satan to come feed them. Mc started petting a black one while Satan got out the food.
"Hey Satan?"
"Yes Mc?"
Mc continued petting pat the cat, not looking at anything in particular "Do you ever wonder if existing is a mistake?"
"Oh, uhm, I used to. My brothers kept putting effort into me so even if I am a mistake they clearly think I'm worth having around."
"Am I worth putting effort into?"
"Yes" Satan didn't hesitate for a second, his conviction made Mc finally turn to look at him.
"That was fast."
"Of course, there is no other answer. You've helped us all so much, we wouldn't hesitate to do the same for you. Your kindness is worth having in this world."
Mc started crying again and sat down with the cat they were petting. Satan sat nearby and rested his head on their shoulders to comfort them with his presence. Their chests rose and fell out of balance but soon Mc's breaths stabilised to the pattern of Satan's. If Satan said so, then their kindness must truly be worth having in this world.
Asmodeus set out the supplies, happy Mc agreed to a full spa treatment that included a bath. He didn't think there could be anything better than two of the most beautiful beings in the triworlds sharing a bath. He heard the door click open and shut, so he turned with a big smile that soon fell away. Mc was covered in scars, a couple fresh. Asmo wasn't sure if it was a cry for help, coping, or if all were genuine attempts. He wanted to rush over and hold them, but he wasn't sure if that would have been too much. He stared at them for a minute before standing and gently guiding Mc into the tub as planned.
"C'mon hon. Let's get you cleaned up."
Asmo helped Mc lower into his grandiose tub and started working with efficiency. He focused on the face first, rubbing in creams and scrubbing away dead skin. Mc wouldn't meet his eyes but he didn't mind that right now, it wasn't like he needed to speak to love them. He moved on to their body where he worshipped every inch of them as he added different products and scrubs. He saved the arms for last, his unusual silence finally breaking.
"May I work your arms hon?"
Mc came back to reality after hearing Asmo's voice, they didn't even know they were disassociated. "Am I... still pretty with these?"
Asmo kissed both wrists "I've never seen anyone more beautiful, other than myself in the mirror of course."
Asmo kissed up and down Mc's forearms before looking through his products to find something that wouldn't irritate the fresh wounds. Asmo pulled out something herbal and untainted by harsh chemicals. It still stung when it touched Mc's skin but the pain was comforting. They hated that pain was comforting. Asmo started blowing on their arms after seeing them wince, the cold air relieving some of the sting.
"I'm always here if you need to talk hon, you know that right? I will worship every inch of you until there is no part of you that hasn't been loved by me."
"But what abo-"
Mc was not allowed to finish their statement as Asmo pressed his finger against their lips "I will love you right down to your organs, the veins, arteries, and each individual blood cell. I may not know the names of every human organ but they belong to you so I love them."
Mc stared at Asmo, trying to figure out how one is supposed to respond to such a declaration of love "That's hot"
"I know I am but that's not the issue here. When we get out of this tub we are getting you new clothes that won't irritate your scars."
"How did you know they were-"
"You've been wearing low quality hoodies and sweaters, at this point you may as well steal Mammon's clothes. I know Lucifer gave you a credit card, use it."
"But that money really shouldn't be spent on me."
"Lies and slander! If you won't buy yourself clothes I will."
"Oh you really don't have t-"
Asmo cut them off, looking dead in their eyes like he could see their bare soul "You're worthy of nice things."
Mc stared back wondered how their twink could be so scary, then again Asmo was still a demon. They nodded sheepishly and Asmo kissed their cheek before working another product into their wrists while they zone out. He wrapped up and guided them out before they both became prunes and he started looking through a drawer that was filled with clothes just for Mc. He wrapped them in a fine silk after filtering out clothes that would irritate their scars. He held them in front of the mirror, their scars uncovered by their clothes.
"Now look at you, the world shouldn't be deprived of this beauty."
"I-I can't go out in this."
"Then we can stay in and watch heated rivalry."
"Isn't that just gay smut?"
"Yes, but if you're busy watching gay smut you'll be too busy to make up flaws about yourself."
"But I have flaws, so many things are wrong with me."
"Says who? Playboy mags? All porn is fake, even my photos are edited."
"Wha?"
Asmo holds up an old magazine and Mc takes a hold of it. The front cover is Asmo with an unrealistic waist. Yes Asmo has a slutty waist but this photo was practically just his spine. They looked up at him and back at the photo in befuddlement of how they didn't notice before.
"It's fake..."
"Exactly, so there's no need to try and cut away your precious skin over imaginary mistakes in your body."
"O-ok."
"Good human."
Asmo took their hand and spun them around before pulling their back flush against them. He kissed the cuff of their ear and looked at them in the mirror they stood before. Mc looked absolutely radiant in his eyes. He was going to show them every part was worthy of worship until they could love themselves the way he loved them, no matter how long it took.
Beelzebub tried not to stare at Mc's wrists. He was happy they trusted him enough to wear sleeveless shirts to join him during workouts and they were all pretty old. He wouldn't ask if they didn't wish to tell, but he did keep an eye on them every time. All was always well with them.
Mc was clearly comfortable with showing their skin to Beel, which made today unusual as arm warmers covered their scars. Beel did not verbally question it since the room was often kept cold to help Belphe sleep better so perhaps it was affecting Mc. It wouldn't have been an issue, but Mc winced when picking up weights as though they were being torn apart, come to think of it they weren't at breakfast either. Beel took the weights out of Mc's hands and set them to the side after deciding it was better to be safe than sorry.
"Mc, are you ok? You weren't at breakfast."
"I'm fine."
"Are you lying?"
Mc hesitated but spoke truthfully "Yeah..."
"Can you tell me what's wrong then? It must be really bad if you won't eat breakfast with us."
"Well" Mc rubbed the cloth over their scars "I didn't want to waste any food."
"I don't mind eating your food when you can't finish."
"It's not that Beel, When I was younger I was often told not to waste food, but that only made me feel like I was the waste even when the people saying that didn't mean any harm. I guess I've just been feeling that again, even though it's been so long."
Beel frowned and pulled Mc into a hug "Are you hurting yourself too? You don't usually cover them with me."
Mc shoved their face in Beel's chest to hide from their shame while holding up their wrist for Beel to check. Beel kept an arm around Mc while pulling off the arm warmers. There were some fresh scars that already scabbed over but looked irritated.
"I'm sorry I don't know healing magic."
"You don't have to apologise for that."
"and you don't have to feel like a waste of food."
"Ah, using my own words against me Beel?"
"Yes."
Beel let Mc go and the human lamented to loss of Beel's chest to hide their face but they were grateful he was checking over their wrists. Beel let them be once seeing no signs of infection and took their hand, dragging them down to the kitchen to make them something tasty. He picked Mc up and sat them down on a stool while he rummaged through the fridge for them instead of himself.
"You really don't have to make me anything."
"But I want to. I want you to be happy with a full stomach."
Beel brought out lettuce, condiments, buns, and Starlight venison to make burgers. Mc sat very still as they watched Beel, the idea of eating making them a little nauseous with the idea of it being a waste. Beel suddenly stopped and gave them a lozenge because of course the avatar of gluttony could sense nausea from a lack of his sin. He started flipping the patties again while speaking.
"Please try not to hurt yourself anymore, and eat."
"I don't know if I can make a promise like that."
"Mc, the sin of gluttony is not only an immense hunger, but also taking something in abundance and wasting it. If you were truly a waste of food, I would know."
Mc reached up and wiped drool off the side of Beel's mouth, "I suppose you're right then"
Beel leaned down so Mc could have a better reach "I know I am. That's why I'm feeding you, and I'm going to feed you more."
Beel started constructing the burgers with speed since he was getting hungrier and Mc started making theirs. Beel paused before eating his burger, a very unusual occurrence. He suddenly turned to Mc and kissed their wrists before going back to his burger and eating it quickly. Mc looked down at where Beel left his kisses before turning to their food. Beel watched as they took a bite, and promised himself that he would get to see them take more.
Belphegor was a very lazy demon. He generally didn't care, well he did but he acted like nothing bothered him. Mc's recent mood definitely bothered him, but he thought they'd bounce back like always so he did nothing. He continued doing nothing and then he saw it get worse. Belphegor was not a man of complete inaction so he decided it had gone on long enough.
Belphegor let himself into Mc's room without knocking. He moved before registering the knofe against Mc's throat and tackled them. He pushed the dagger far away and stayed on top as he tried to catch up to the events. Belphegor did not move an inch while lying atop Mc. He traced his fingers along the scars he felt on their wrists while listening to the beating of their heart. He was angry, and Mc was too.
Mc started struggling against Belphegor "Belphe get off me."
Belphegor's grip tightened so they wouldn't be able to do anything "No. You can't hurt yourself if I keep you here. I already killed you, why die a second time?"
"Because what's the point in staying longer? Belphegor you and the others are going to outlive and forget me. No one is waiting for me in the human realm anyway so why not die now?"
"Because I'm not going to let you. I will have Solomon make you immortal if I have to but you are not leaving us."
"That's cruel! Humans aren't supposed to live forever!"
"If you're going to die anyway then at least stay a while longer... I need you!"
Neither had realised they were crying until they reached to wipe away each other's tears. Belphegor leaned into Mc's hand and shut his eyes.
"I'm sorry for yelling."
"I'm sorry for scaring you."
"Can you please stay a while longer until I can give you a reason to stay forever? I could also get rid of whatever is making you want to die."
"You said you needed me, but do you want me?
"What?"
"You all say you need me, and I can see that. Your requests and issues and shenanigans are all piled onto me and I know everything about you, but what do you know about me?"
Belphegor opened his mouth to refute Mc's statement, but he really didn't know anything about them, none of the brothers did. Mc never spoke up over the brother's loud voices and no one ever asked. Belphegor still tried uselessly.
"You're kind, and you give us everything we could ever want. That's what I know about you."
"That's you gaining something, what do I get other than exhaustion and a lack of personal space? I can hardly call my room private."
"Stay with in me and Beel's room, you can even have my bed. I will learn everything about you if you let me have more time to. Actually no, you're staying alive and we're going to my room."
Belphegor got up and started dragging Mc. Mc considered getting up and walking but Belphegor was clearly trying very hard, unfortunately he was a weak, but currently nice, little bitch. Mc got up once they reached the stairs since Belphegor certainly couldn't lift them. He flopped on the bed and pulled Mc down with him once they reached his room.
