#belphegor om x reader

[rae-writes]

if you could do r trying on a new pheromone perfume and the brothers (separately) are js like 👁️👁️ and suddenly pounces on them and readers js so confused you’d literally be godsent😫

(my inspiration was that one Rafayel scene from lds-)

suggestive || bonus characters bc harem || whether or not Mc knew it was pheromone perfume is up for debate || 1.k wc

Lucifer pauses for a brief second while not faltering in what he was doing, subtly trying to detect the cause of the scent invading every sense of his. He's one of the quickest to figure it out, eyes darkening as he empties his hands before gripping your waist and pulling you as close as physically possible; his face is in your neck before you can even blink and you both stay like that for a moment before he's silently tugging you to wherever he can sit down with you on top of him

Mammon's head snaps up so fast it almost hurts, eyes zeroing in on you. He knows where the scent is coming from, but he just doesn't understand why you suddenly smell even better than usual...he ain't shy as he slides his fingers over your wrist, up your forearm, going until he's caressing the slope of your neck. His breathing is shaky and his voice cracks a little when he whispers how intoxicated you're making him feel. He's got you laid down against the closest flat surface so he can run his hands over you, nose buried against the underside of your jaw as he breathes you in until he's damn near drunk off it

Levi's tail acts faster than he does, curling around your thighs and yanking you closer before he catches up with the action. His embarrassment is cut off when he finally registers the smell, too, and suddenly his face is red for a different reason. He'll fire off a million questions, adding his own jumbled thoughts in between, subconsciously latching every possible limb around you; his face is buried against your chest, fangs accidentally brushing the skin as he stutters out apologies, but doesn't stop

Satan perks up much like a cat, intense blue-green hues staring you down like he's ready to actually pounce. He approaches slowly, trying to figure out the source of your new scent on the way over, but ultimately decides to bury himself against you— your neck, chest, shoulder, nape— breathily asking what you were doing to him. He feels like he's been drugged, almost like a feline with catnip, but it's so dizzily good that he can't complain. Drags you off to where no one will be able to find you, so that your scent won't find anyone but him

Asmo is giddy the second he catches a wiff, easily pinpointing the reason for your scent change, and the exact listing of the brand you used. He's shameless as he requests a thorough product review, rubbing his frame up against yours as he holds you from behind, eyes peering over your shoulder with a bright pink hue. Cheekily insists that you’re better off without so many clothes on, wanting your scent to rub off on him so you can match (and so he can smell it for the rest of the day).

Beel is confused when the food in his mouth isn’t tasting as good as it should. The scent invades his nose, making his eyes search for what has to be a delicious source, only to find you instead of something edible. He’s all over you, mumbling out apologies and that he doesn’t know what’s gotten into him, asking won’t you please let him just…be near you? He trails after you like a puppy, not really sure why you’re captivating his entire being with just your smell. His mouth eventually finds your neck, nibbling and sucking as he tries to get a ‘taste’ of that scent.

Belphie, while unwilling to get up out of his spot, is instantly at attention with eyes following you around the room. He’ll whine and complain until he’s got you at his side, trapping you in his arms and against his lounging form. He’s almost tense, as he inhales that new scent, like a ram waiting to charge. His tone is lazy and drawn out, but tinged with a need that he’s confused about, yet so willing to dive into. He’s surrounded by you, literally and figuratively, as he keeps you tight in his arms, not above begging to get his way.

Diavolo is so fucking clueless, wide eyes blinking up at you almost innocently as he asks if you were wearing a new perfume. He finds himself inching closer to you, gaze never leaving your figure for long— a gaze that get darker and more lidded as time passes. He’s still clueless as ever, yet doesn’t mind the mystery since he’s always willing for an excuse to be with you. His cheeks are flushed and his touch a tad hesitant, but it all flies out the window when you allow him to bury his face against your abdomen, kneeling on the floor, letting his mind swim.

Barbatos takes one glance at you after catching on to the scent and knows, but unlike the pudding incident when he fled the scene, he’s coiling you up with his tail and keeping you impossibly close, unwilling to let anyone have you this time. Unabashedly, his nose is trailing along the slope of your neck, lips brushing the skin as he places slow kisses over all the right spots. Whether or not he does or doesn’t have time to spare, he’s whisking you away and trapping you against his frame, almost begging you to let him be selfish and improper as he inhales your scent with an abandon that would usually make him pause; he can forgive himself, if it’s because of you, unwilling to let go of this opportunity at your eager answer of ‘yes’.

Mephisto almost trips as he passes you by in the hallways of RAD, whirling around to gape at you rather dumbly. Stubbornly fights the urge to follow you for all of thirty seconds before he’s trailing after you with urgency. Manages to simply walk alongside you and keep polite small talk just until you’re both out of eyesight, because then he’s pulling you towards him and groaning, asking what the hell you thought you were doing walking around other demons while smelling so good. It’s a struggle to keep a dignified facade when he’s rushing you down the corridor— but once he gets you in a room, it’s all crumbling as he latches his lips to your neck’s pulse point. The Newspaper Club’s office is closed until further notice.

Solomon doesn’t really register the smell at first, both because it’s more subtle for humans, and because he was playing around with various potions— but once he did catch the smell after you’d gotten closer, he’s swiping everything to the side and placing you on the table instead. He is allll over you, not even hiding the flush on his cheeks as he inhales your scent; practically panting in the crook of your neck. Apologizes if you had something planned later, because he’s keeping you for the rest of the day, wanting to experiment with your new perfume. He knows he’s being overly touchy and a…bit desperate, but just indulge in his whims, yeah?

Simeon’s pretty sure that his heart was going to beat straight out of his chest. He couldn’t understand why he felt so warm and fuzzy all the sudden, but had a feeling it was probably because of you (because only you could make him feel this way). Shyly asks if he could sit closer to you, pleasantly surprised when you tug his head to rest in your lap. His fingers lift your shirt up just enough for him to press his nose against a sliver of skin, face buried against your stomach as his hands grip and massage your thighs. Genuinely content to just lay there and let your scent consume him, though he won’t argue if you ask to help him out.

Raphael…thinks he’s sick. Which is odd, because he hasn’t been sick in a few centuries, but then again..you make him feel…odd. Which is why he walked straight up to you and flat out asked if you were doing it on purpose— why did you smell so good? Why was it making him like this?? He’ll have to be guided, your hand leading both of his to your hips, his head tucking into your neck. He’s still confused, but more than willing to investigate. You’re so..enchanting…he can make idle complaints all day long, but he refuses to let go of you now. He likes how it feels. And he likes the way you react to him.

[demonvibez]

Morning Surprise

Characters: Demon Brothers x GN Reader

Word Count: 2.4k+

Rating: Mature

Tags: fluff, kissing, erections, fade-to-black, suggestive

A/N: My first request back! Thought I'd go with something fun. There's no explicit smut but it is quite suggestive. Hope y'all enjoy!

Summary: Your favorite Demon Brother wakes up with you in his arms - and morning wood between his legs. What will happen next? Well...

[link to original request]

Lucifer, ever the prideful demon, can't help the smile on his face when he wakes up and looks down, only to see you safely asleep in his arms.

Ah, yes. The two of you had spent your first night together - not doing anything scandalous, just peacefully sleeping together. Although, he also couldn't help the way that smile ceased when he noticed the situation happening between his legs. He didn't notice his morning wood at first, due to the fact that you had your leg slung over him in your slumber - you were the only thing he noticed. But now a small seed of insecurity has been implanted into the back of his mind. What would you think, waking up to such an intrusion? Surely, the Avatar of Pride should be able to maintain control of himself, even his autonomic bodily functions. He wants to be nothing short of perfect in your eyes, even if that means going to extreme lengths to control the impossible. He's practically ready to get out of bed and start working on a plan forward - that is until he looks down into those sweet eyes of yours, and realizes you're awake. His moment of insecurity is fleeting, deciding that the state he's in is natural, and nothing to be ashamed or afraid of. You are his lover, after all. He leans down to steal a kiss from your lips, that cheeky smirk on his face after he pulls away.

"Good morning, my love. It seems as though you've stirred something within me," he said, before he leaned back down to start lightly nipping at your neck. You won't be making it out of his bed anytime soon, that's for sure. Quite scanadalous, indeed.

The first morning the two of you spend together, Mammon wakes up with an adorably dopey smile on his face. He's so happy to be cuddled up with his human, all cozy and warm, that he doesn't even notice the situation in his sweatpants at first. As he regains his consciousness, the feeling between his legs connecting to his brain, his eyes widen and he throws the covers off as he jumps out of the bed. You're barely even rubbing your eyes, muttering out his name in a questioning tone, when you hear the sound of your bathroom door slamming. You're wide awake now - yet so is he. Asking him questions through the door is just met with his signature brand of denial as he shouts at you to "GET BACK TO BED, STUPID HUMAN!!" You roll your eyes and grumble, opting to just go back to sleep and figure it out later. Luckily for Mammon. He doesn't need you getting the wrong idea - he's the Great Mammon after all! And no, he totally doesn't have a huge crush on you. The last thing he needs is such an awkward situation with the human he isn't crushing on.

The next time it happens though, he doesn't have quite the same reaction. You two are much closer than you were the last time, and he'll be damned if he's gonna hop out of your bed early. You wake up and he immediately steals a kiss, a blush already on his cheeks - and it doesn't take you long to figure out why. Giggles escape your lips if you ask Mammon if that gift is meant for you, which turns into full on laughter as his blush deepens and he stammers out his denials. And then, he gives you this look - an innocent lil puppy dog eye'd look with those shining gold-and-blue orbs of his. Always greedy for you, he doesn't even have to say the words. You already know what he wants.

"Treasure, please," is all you'll get from him. Which is all you need to hear, anyways. This greedy demon is eager to take anything you can give him.

Why oh why can't he just melt into the floor? At that current moment, Leviathan felt cursed. He finally got to spend the night cuddling with his Player 2, and THIS is the state he wakes up in?! He feels like the grossest lowlife to ever walk the realm. If Father could just send some lightning straight down here and take him out, he'd be oh so grateful. Because how the hell is he possibly going to deal with this?! You were currently laying on top of him, snuggling with him in his bath-bed and tangled up in his tail. The level of gymnastics needed to escape from your hold and this room far surpasses an Olympic level feat. And when he looks down at his chest to see you looking back up at him, he swears his demonic heart actually stopped. The scream emitted from his room could be heard all the way from the Demon Lord's Castle, as well as the subsequent slamming of his door. You are just left laying alone in his room in bewilderment as your ears ring.

It takes quite a bit of time for Leviathan to get over this whole incident. It actually starts to bum you out how long he's kept himself locked away in his room this time, refusing to talk or even come down for meals. His Brothers thought it was funny at first, but now that they see you upset, they take it upon themselves to chat with him. It doesn't work at first, until Mammon kicks down his door himself. Then, one by one, they stop by to chat with little success. It isn't until Lucifer stops by for an earnest pep talk that the Avatar of Envy finally comes around.

When it finally comes time to hang out again, Levi opts to pretend the whole thing never happened. Unluckily for him, it happened again. He's ready to have another mental breakdown, but you're determined to prevent that - you love him, and it's really not a big deal. You were never mad, or creeped out, it just happens. As you cradle his blushing cheeks with your lil human hands, you whisper words of reassurance to your Lord of Shadow.

"I-I-I-Uhhhh-" is all he can stammer out in reply, until you shut him up with those soft lips of yours. He'll have to write you a message later - for now, you have him pushed back into his bath-bed, ready to take the lead and conquer him like an adventure quest.

Laying in his bed with you, surrounded by his books as you sleep in his arms, Satan lies awake with his emerald eyes staring at the ceiling. This wasn't the first time he was experiencing this issue. He had read plenty about it, to the point that he knows it's an autonomic function of his body. And yet, he can't help but to feel a bit ashamed of himself, as if he had any control of it at all - as if he were gentlemanly enough to be able to stop it from happening. He's better than this - a thought that sounds eerily like the words of someone he loathes, and now he's even more irritated with himself. Ugh, how could he have not seen this as a possible outcome?! While one of his arms is wrapped around you, the other lays by his side as he grips the bed-sheet so hard that his knuckles changes shades. He needs to come up with a plan to make a quiet escape so he can go calm down. He could probably slip out of bed fairly easily, the only problem being the mountains of books creating obstacles all around his room. He knows these book piles like the back of his own hand, and yet his anger clouds his mind. He highly doubts he'd be able to make a clean escape.

Before he can start to peel the sheets back, he feels you stirring from your sleep. You look up at him to see a bright blush on his cheeks, clearly avoiding eye contact with you. With a light giggle, you ask Satan whats wrong, and he begins to rapidly apologize while info-dumping everything he's read about the subject. About two-thirds of the way through his rambles, you simply cut him off with a kiss. When you pull away, you swear you see sparkles in those sage orbs of his. You break the kiss and start to pull at the drawstrings of his pajama pants, a tiny giggle escaping your lips. A light blush coats his cheeks, and all of the poetry previously ingrained into his brain has now fled from his memories.

"Amazing," was all he could whisper, and he is most definitely talking about you. He'll have to express his gratitude when he can regather his mind, but for now, he's happy to be locked in his room with you. This is one study session he plans to be absolutely rigorous about.

Already awake, yet pretending to still be asleep, Asmo is doing his best to keep a mischievous grin off of his pretty face. He was well aware of the situation happening between his legs, and he isn't fazed by it in the least. He's the Avatar of Lust, after all, and this is his arena! And he is perfectly comfortable pressing his morning arousal into the flesh of your thigh as he continues to pretend. Of course you begin to stir, slowly waking up and taking in your surroundings, immediately taking notice of Asmodeus. Your eyes scan his sleeping form, one of your hands gently rubbing his back as you feel him press himself into your leg once more. A small gasp escapes your lips, and before you know it, his gorgeous sunset eyes are staring up at you.

You greet each other with whispered greetings and soft kisses, Asmo nuzzling your neck as he waits for you to bring up his arousal. You're a bit used to this - it's Asmodeus, after all, so none of this is really surprising. What was surprising, however, was how coy he was acting with you when you finally breached the subject. "Who, meeee~?! ♡" in that signature sing-song voice of his, as you look at him with a deadpan expression. He busts out into a fit of giggles, showering you with little kisses, before his kiss transforms into something a bit more sensual. His lips on your neck, his hands trailing your curves. You know exactly where this is going, but it's one of the many things you love about your Asmo.

"Do I even have to ask, darling~? ♡" His lips softly trail as he slides down your body, and you mentally prepare for the marathon of euphoria your lover is about to experience with you - and how it may cause you to ruin yet another set of silk sheets. Just another day being in love with the Avatar of Lust!

Now, you were quite used to snuggling up with the giant demonic teddy bear that is Beelzebub. Ever since Lucifer tried to 'punish' you by making you live with Beel temporarily, the two of you enjoyed sharing a bed and cuddling up at night. It seemed to be an average evening - you had retired with Beel to his room after dinner, ready to cozy up and drift off in his arms as the two of you watch his favorite show, Barbeque Life. What wasn't average, however, was the way in which you were awakened the following morning. See, the funny thing about sharing a bed with Beel is that you no longer need to set your own alarm clock - the roar of his rumbling stomach is more than sufficient to wake both of you up in the morning. But this morning was different. This morning, something rather stiff poked into your side, jarring you awake from your dreams.

It takes you a moment to fully wake up and realize what was happening - that Beel's other hunger could possibly be making itself known on this early Devildom morning. Although it could be nothing, it doesn't take you too long to find out. Soon enough, Beel is waking up as well, and you can tell he's certainly in a mood. With rosy cheeks and bashful eyes, he's looking at you with that same sparkle he has at the buffet line. Whatever he must have been dreaming about - and it certainly wasn't cheeseburgers - has clearly made him ravenous with lust. Always a gentleman, he takes your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles, before kindly asking if he may proceed. He's so adorable that you answer him with a kiss, throwing your arms around his neck before he pulls you closer.

"Y'u tas- sssoooo g'd," he mumbles between kisses, as if his mouth was full, "I luv y'u s' muhh."

Beel always loves having sweets for breakfast.

Oh, Belphegor. That bratty little sloth demon. He sure does have a way of getting exactly what he wants - something that no one in this household would deny. You were starting to think he had planned this entire situation. He can control dreams after all, so it wouldn't shock you if he was creating lust-filled dreams in order to cause this to happen on purpose. One snap of his fingers and he's in the middle of a sex scene - and you can only imagine who his partner was. All so he could wake up and pester you with those pouty purple eyes of his, while he presses his hardened member into your side.

At first he feigns innocence and ignorance, wanting you to be the one to use your words to point it out - he'd do anything to get you flustered. That is, until you call him out on it - that you're sure of what he was doing in his dreams. He pouts, he whines, he blames you completely for it all - for his dream, and for his arousal. You're not really gonna make him beg are you? He'll just pretend to go back to sleep. His pouty eyes turn serious, a glint of threat glimmering in his purple orbs, and you can't help but to let out a laugh and steal a kiss. You can feel the tenseness leave his body as he melts back into your arms, getting comfortable as he returns your kiss with passion. You can feel his fangs lightly nip your bottom lip as you pull away for air, the poutiness returning to his face as he looks at you incredulously.

"Well, you're gonna help me, right?!" Turns out there's more than one way for the Avatar of Sloth to keep you in bed all day.

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[temis-de-leon]

Who's their emergency contact

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Lucifer: Mammon, his favourite brother and the one he turns to when things get serious. For the sake of his peace and sanity, there are things he'd rather keep secret from Diavolo and just for this reason he can't trust Barbatos either; telling something to the butler would only result in the prince knowing.

Mammon: you, whether you like it or not. Depending on the situation, Lucifer may leave him longer than necessary in the hospital (or wherever he's retained) and his younger brothers tend to make fun of him most of the time. If he has to face someone's wrath, please let it be yours.

Levi: Lucifer, the default option. As much as he loves and trusts you, he needs to be realistic: there are some things you cannot handle. Besides that, of course, his eldest brother is responsible when making decisions, especially if his family is involved.

Satan: Lucifer and he hates it. It used to be Asmo until he had an accident with a spell and ended up in serious trouble. When Asmo arrived he cried so hard out of worry that they had to call Lucifer, so he reluctantly changed it to save some time in the future.

Asmo: you. If something happens to him, the first person he wants to see when he wakes up is you and, if it were really serious anyway, you wouldn't go alone to get him. Plus, he'd also die of happiness under your care since he'd be receiving all your attention!

Beel: Lucifer, who he trusts the most in stressful situations. He loves Belphie with all his heart, yes, but he can't trust his twin to be awake at random times; emergencies can happen at any hour, after all.

Belphie: Beel. Does he have to explain? Besides you, there's no one in the family he trusts more than him, so it just makes sense.

You: Lucifer. Mammon tried to negotiate. He tried.

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Main Masterlist

This is so damn stupid. I promise I'm writing my normal posts, but I was watching Grey's Anatomy and it just happened. If it looks wonky, it's because I'm sleepy

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[madwomansapologist]

SINGLE FOR A HOT MINUTE

cw: fluff, crack, gn!mc

an: my first smau ever, and also the first thing i ever did for the obey me brothers.

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[babiigirly]

Belphie and MC, but it's up to you which one's Belphie and which one's MC. Either works in a way. 🙆🏻‍♀️

[hopeluna]

Belphie at Diavolo's parties: this place is so fancy, I don't know which fork to kill myself with

Asmo: the fork on your right.

[marixrose]

For some reason, I feel like the idea of Solomon living with MC in the human world would be very very interesting lol

Like MC has a house in the human world that they bought for a really good deal + legally own, and when they heard Solomon say he doesn't have anywhere consistent on Earth where he stays... Well, humans have to stick together and look out for one another, now don't they? The two of them have separate bedrooms and aren't in a relationship, but still. Movie nights, lunch and dinner trips to restaurants in town (some would call them dates), and errand running where he joins them in their car are things that absolutely happen on the regular. The bulk of his clothes and possessions are located in their house now, his mail and packages go there, and he's also met some of their local human friends when company's been over. They've even started calling him Sol and Mon as nicknames.

I imagine the demon brothers would definitely have... Some Thoughts about the whole roommate arrangement once they find out about it, for better or worse. For Solomon's part? Absolutely over the moon. MC just wanted to do the right thing and help someone out, damn it, not make things all complicated!

Just roommates…right?

Solomon never really said it outright — that he had nowhere to go in the human world. But when he quietly mentioned he didn’t have a “permanent spot” to stay, your instinct was immediate.

“Come live with me.”

He blinked. “You’re serious?”

“Of course. I have a house — it’s quiet, affordable, and legally mine. You’d have your own room. Besides…” You gave a soft smile. “Humans should look out for each other, shouldn’t we?”

That’s how it began.

What was supposed to be a temporary arrangement turned into something much more natural than either of you expected. Mornings started with shared coffee and groggy grumbles from Solomon. Afternoons included grocery runs, casual walks, and whispered spells in the garden — where he insisted the plants needed a “little extra luck.”

Movie nights blurred into late-night talks on the couch, sometimes even dozing off side by side. His laughter became part of the atmosphere, like the hum of your fridge or the creak of the back door.

He wasn’t just staying with you. He lived here.

His clothes were in your laundry pile. His packages had your address. Your human friends called him “Sol” or “Mon,” teasingly asking when you were going to finally date your roommate. You’d both laugh it off — a shared inside joke — but sometimes, when your hands brushed, you caught a flicker of hesitation in his smile.

But no lines were ever crossed. No confessions. Just two humans sharing a life. Cozy. Quiet. Close.

The real shift came when Lucifer showed up unannounced at your doorstep, with Mammon, Levi, and Satan crowding behind him like nosy bodyguards.

You hadn’t even told them Solomon was living with you.

When you opened the door — wearing Solomon’s oversized hoodie — Mammon choked.

“Oi—! That’s not your clothes! Is that… Solomon’s?!”

You blinked. “I mean… yeah?”

Inside, Solomon was brewing tea like this was any other Tuesday.

Lucifer’s expression tightened. “You didn’t mention this arrangement.”

“I didn’t think I had to,” you replied, folding your arms. “We’re roommates. We share space. It’s not a big deal.”

Levi muttered something about how that was literally the plot of 17 dating sims he played.

Asmo, who arrived a few minutes later, blinked at the two mugs on the counter and the photos on the fridge. “You… live together?”

“We’re not dating,” Solomon added, effortlessly calm. “Not officially.”

“Not officially?!?” Satan echoed.

Diavolo arrived shortly after — curious and too cheerful. “Well, well. Look at this domestic life you’ve built, Solomon.”

Barbatos was eerily quiet, eyes scanning everything. The mail on the table with Solomon’s name. The shoes by the door. The subtle way you and Solomon moved in sync, passing each other without thinking.

Even Simeon and Raphael, who usually stayed quiet, looked vaguely concerned.

“You’ve practically bonded your lives,” Raphael said softly.

Solomon only smiled. “That’s what happens when you live with someone long enough. You start to belong in the same spaces.”

You glanced up at him, and he looked back — that unreadable glint in his eyes, like he was daring anyone to ask what it really meant.

Later, when the brothers pulled you aside — one by one, in their own ways — you heard the questions they didn’t ask directly.

Lucifer: “I trust you to make your own choices. But understand the weight of letting someone in like this.”

Mammon: “You sure he ain’t usin’ you? I just— You smile different now. I notice.”

Leviathan: “This is like watching the heroine pick the wrong love interest.”

Satan: “It’s not about jealousy. It’s about… concern. He’s not known for clean intentions.”

Asmodeus: “Do you love him? Really? Or are you just used to him being there?”

Beelzebub: “You seem happy. I just hope he deserves that.”

Belphegor: “Do you even see how much he’s become part of your life?”

That night, after the house quieted again, Solomon found you curled up on the couch, lost in thought.

“You okay?” he asked, sitting beside you.

“Yeah. They just… noticed how close we are.”

“Are we too close?” he teased, offering you a slice of the mochi he picked up earlier.

You took it. “No. I think… it’s just the first time they realized I have a home outside of them.”

He nodded slowly. “It’s your life. Your space. You let me be part of it. That means something.”

You stared at him for a long moment. “Solomon… do you think we’ve blurred the line?”

He leaned back, eyes soft. “Maybe. But I don’t think I mind. Not if it’s with you.”

The demon brothers left that day knowing one thing for sure:

Solomon wasn’t just visiting you.

He was woven into your life now — through morning routines, inside jokes, shared dinners, and quiet companionship. And whether it was romance or something softer, deeper… they couldn’t deny:

You’d built something together.

Even if no one could quite define it yet.

[cherry-flavoured-thot]

I have a smutty request 🥵 Can we get the Obey Me boys(including Barb and Dia) reactions to their s/o grabbing their horns while riding them/getting eaten out?

it is all nasty below the read more

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If Lucifer has sunk himself between your thighs and he hasn't made you grip onto him for dear life against the mercy of his tongue. He isn't doing his job well enough. He finds it all so amusing as your voice goes hoarse from crying out his name, and body shudders from a simple flick of his tongue, but ever still your hands hold onto his horns everso.

Mammon's head is completely thrown back, slurred curses pouring out of his mouth as your hole swallows his cock again. For a second he doesn't even register that you've stopped moving once he's all the way inside, until you're hands make their way to wrap around his horns, pulling his head back up to look at you. He whines. "Look at me." He'll do whatever you ask like this. His eyes quickly meeting yours. "Good boy." And when you praise him like that, his whole body shudders.

Levi wants you to yank them. Not to hard, but hard enough that a whimper falls out his mouth at the sensation. "Come on Levi, I'll never cum like that." Yeah, he's into it. He's trying to eat you out. Tongue lapping at your sex. He can't tell if he's actually doing a bad job or if it's just something your doing to tease him, but when you yank his horns to guide him where to actually guide his tongue he's painfully hard.

Asmo can't decide if he wants you to be more gentle or tug on his horns harder as your hips collide with his. On one hand, he spends lots of time polishing and keeping them in good shape on the other hand. You're too cute when you hold onto his horns for dearlife as he bullies his cock into you.

"That's it. I've got you." Satan will practically be purring in your ears the second your gripping his horns. He'll snap his hips up to meet yours, leaning his head into your hands. He wants to see how much tighter he can make you hold onto him, purposefully increasing the pace and sliding a stray hand down to brush against your sex.

"Beel!" The moaning of his name and the taste of you on his tongue would have been enough to keep Beelzebub between your legs forever. But when your hands make their way down to tug against his horns, has him groaning against your sex. You can hear him murmur again into the space between your legs as he repeats the flicking of his tongue is a similar motion.

"Do it again." Belphie is into it. "See what happens." But in a way that he takes it as an invitation to get rougher with you. Like maybe he's being lazy while eating you out so you yanks his horns, and instead of getting what you want he starts biting at your thighs and goading you to pull them like you mean it.

Barbatos will hiss through clenched teeth if you grip onto him tightly, his hands snapping to your waist forcing you still on his cock. "If you don't treat them gently I'll have to punish you." He doesn't mind if you lightly grab them, but if you're too harsh he means it. It doesn't matter how close you are to cumming, he'll make you stay completely still on his cock until you remember your manners.

Diavolo is very pleased when your grip around his horns tighten as his tongue laps at your sex. Even more so when his name falls from your lips. "That's it my love," he'll even encourage you to grab them as he savours himself between your legs. Your entire body shaking with delight at his mercy.

☽ ◦ ◦ ◦ ✩ ❤ ✩ ◦ ◦ ◦ ☾

[rae-writes]

touches

om brothers; fluffy 'n a bit cracky, short 'n sweet

So, like, I had this thought that sometimes the boys can feel you touching their pact. Not all the time, it only works if you’re intending for them to feel it— and then I had these along with it: 

Slowly tracing over Lucifer’s pact during a student council meeting and watching him stare you down while you try your best not to cackle (or when you know he’s with Diavolo, to which you’ll receive many stickers over text that express his [flustered] disgruntlement) 

Frantically rubbing Mammon’s pact because you guys went to a store and he wandered off and left you and you can’t find him and he’s not answering his phone and you are not happy and then watching him skid around the corner five seconds later like he’s on fire, yelling out an apology 

Tapping over Satan’s pact in Morse code, usually ‘I love you’, but sometimes about cats you're passing by on the streets and receiving texts or calls so he can say it back (and or demand your location so he can pet that cat) 

Having an impulsive moment and deciding to chomp down on Levi’s pact, listening to/watching him shriek and nearly jump through the ceiling

Incessantly poking Asmo’s pact because he irritated you a little, grinning smugly because you can hear him grumbling as he does his makeup (only apologizes when he messes up because of it…he wasn’t being mean or anything! It was just a small inconvenience he didn’t think was important)

Having to smack Belphie’s pack- or get someone else to- because literally no other measures are working to wake him up. He falls off the bed and whines for a few hours, but he’s okay

Writing letters over Beel’s pact to talk to him when you aren’t near each other, asking if he wants to go get something to eat. He’s gotten really good at reading the phantom phrases and beams anytime he feels it

[melodiesz]

If I ever were to lose you . ݁₊ ⊹ .

When you ask the demon brothers what they’re gonna do when you die before them ⋆˚꩜｡

a/n: If you already saw me post a sukuna fic with this same title and plot no you didn’t. anyways, TYSM for all the love on my smaus!! I appreciate all the kind comment so much <33

[temis-de-leon]

Pick me girls and OM! Brothers - Part 2

Characters: Satan, Asmo, Beel and Belphie (x reader, separately)

Part 1 - Lucifer, Mammon and Levi (x reader, separately)

Part 3 - Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon and Simeon (x reader, separately)

Masterlist

CW: pick me girl behavior, one of these girls is actually really stupid, suggestive, mentions of sex between the brothers and mc, mentions of violence, a bit of magic, mentions of cheating (not actual cheating), nightmares, implied death, jealous mc, some fluff, some hurt, some comfort, still ooc but i had even more fun

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Satan

Your boyfriend looked more offended than you ever had the chance to feel.

The cashier at the bookstore barely had the time to say anything about her supposed romance with the demon before he appeared in his signature pose: a hand in his hip and the other one over his chest.

He had been a regular for years and you didn't know if the girl had been delusional enough to believe she had something with him or if she was just jealous and wanted to make you feel bad.

You weren't sure which one was sadder.

"Am I hearing this correctly?" he said with spite, distracting you from your own thoughts "Are you so daft you were considering me reciprocating your feelings?"

The girl lowered her gaze, clearly embarrassed, and for a moment you felt guilty. Maybe she really thought she had something mutual going on with Satan; a crush that went too far in her own imagination.

She proved you wrong, however, when not only did she give you a side eye, but also said the most stupidest thing one could ever muster.

"Well, obviously you are so daft you chose them over me"

You couldn't waste time on feeling hurt; not when Satan was showing his fangs, letting his tail scratch the floor as it lashed behind him. As hot as he looked like this, it was not the moment nor the place to show his demon form in a fit of rage.

The stupid cashier seemed proud of getting a reaction out of him, finally catching his attention. Maybe she was a demon of wrath too? Maybe that's how she flirted with other demons?

The poor thing would be lucky if she ever lived to see another day.

Let her discover that fact on her own.

"She's not worth it, Satan" you urged, pushing him to the door "Let's go to that cat cafe you mentioned earlier. You said they had new kittens, right?"

That seemed to do the trick.

He looked at you with love, still mixed with anger and bewilderment, but not enough for you not to hold his hand and lean against him.

"I'm sorry, my dear" he murmured, then he spoke louder "Do not believe a word she said"

"I would never"

"Good"

He nodded to himself, like the idea of you believing the cashier was too stupid to even consider it, but neither of you could ignore how his hand stiffened in yours for a second.

"Let's go see some kittens" you said in a singing voice, leading him in the street towards your destination.

You failed to see the adoration in his eyes.

Asmo

This succubus dated Asmo long before you were even an idea in your parents' minds and she wanted you to keep that in mind.

She wanted you to know that everything you knew, she knew better (a blatant lie) and that Asmo preferred experience over novelty (ew).

"I remember the times we went to the sauna and... Oh, sorry, does he take you to the sauna?"

"He invited me a couple of times, yes" but I had to say no or else I would've boiled alive.

"And does he...?"

Does he. Does he. Does he.

He does. HE DOES. HE DEFINITELY DOES.

In which moment did you think going to The Fall was a better plan than doing each other's skincare routine while making fun of 50 shades of Grey?

The both of you could be criticizing that poor excuse of BDSM right now (before recreating the correct version), but, instead, Asmo was ordering the girliest cocktail ever made while this Camila Cabello wannabe harassed you.

"...that was a little joke between us"

Lord Diavolo she just kept going.

"I'm so happy you remember so well your past relationship with him" you intervened with a strain in your voice, "but maybe it's time for you to stop and leave"

The succubus smirked with a smugness that made your innards burn from the inside out.

"Don't get jealous! I'm sure he loves you too"

Oh my Lord.

The lion, the witch and the audacity of this bitch.

"Hon', look at this!"

There he came, your savior, dressed in a skimpy dress with hands full of shimmery drinks and a glint in his very beautiful loving eyes.

"They didn't have human beverages, but I swear the taste is impeccable, you'll love it! Just let me take a picture for Devilgram first"

Camila Cabello, as you had finally decided to call her, cleared her throat in search of the demon's attention. Asmodeus looked in her direction, obviously trying to remember who she was.

"Asmo, baby!" she was nothing but a smile full teeth and a mission. Her gaze a little desperate "Remember me?"

Her determination died, however, when Asmo's expression turned shocked after studying her. He grasped his chest in sorrow as he asked the funniest question you could hear at the moment.

"What are you wearing?"

Camila Cabello was finally at a loss of words and you briefly wondered if this had ever happened to her.

"If you're gonna meddle in my relationship with MC at least take effort in looking decent"

His expression was sweet, saccharine, but there was an underlying seriousness in his voice.

He was so beautiful. And he was all yours.

Beel

She was one of the boys, apparently. Beel had definitely never mentioned her, but the girl only laughed when you told her that.

"Wow, controlling much? Does he have to tell you about every friend?"

Well, no, Beel didn't have to inform you about everyone he's ever met, but your boyfriend was sweet enough to want you in every aspect of his life, thus introducing you to his friends, his teammates and even his gym bros.

Definitely not to this girl.

You looked at her in disbelief, licking your teeth with a calculating glance. How much would Beel care if you hit this airhead with a dumbbell?

"We hang out together almost every day" she boasted, twisting a strand of her hair around her finger "It's not even weird for me to be in the boys locker room"

Were you strong enough to throw a dumbbell?

Surely she'd rather be with them instead of you if she was 'one of the boys', no? Why would she be in the bleachers with you, waiting for the team to finish their training, when she could be in any other part of the field doing exercise or playing for another sport?

"I'm not making you insecure, am I?" asked the girl in poorly faked innocence "If he loves you so much you should have nothing to worry about"

"Oh, I trust him" you assured her, but you didn't sound as confident as you wanted to. Although Beel never gave you any reasons to doubt him, it was difficult to defend your relationship when this girl was so convinced everyone was in love with her.

"That's so cool"

You decided to ignore her and her mocking tone, hoping to end the conversation right there, but she just kept talking. It was obvious she wanted to get under your skin.

For what? you wondered. Did she expect Beel to leave you if she batted her lashes fast enough? Did she know Beel at all??

"Oh, Beely!"

You cringed with a scowl visible to everyone around you. Some of Beel's teammates laughed at your missfortune, while the others, the ones you liked best, turned around in horror and left without a second glance.

Wether he was oblivious or just didn't care, Beel wasted no time in running towards you with a smile on his face.

"Did you see me?" he asked, looking up to you with a boyish grin and brightened eyes.

"I'm always looking at you"

Beel blushed, his smile still obvious in his face, but he couldn't get another word in before the girl talked again.

"I was looking at you too"

You rolled your eyes and Beel immediately stared at you with a curious glance. He hummed in response, ignoring her once again as he reached out for your hand to caress your knuckles.

"There's a new limited edition menu in a restaurant near RAD"

No questions added nor needed. You smiled at him and nodded, bringing his hand to your lips to kiss it. A promise for later.

"Noo, we used to go there so much..."

"Can you stop?" Beel interrupted her with a deadpan expression "You're making MC uncomfortable"

The girl looked at him in surprise, mouth wide open, clearly not expecting to be snapped at.

She didn't dare to look at you after that.

Belphie

It wasn't the first time you dreamt about this girl and it wasn't the first time you dreamt about her stealing your sloth of a boyfriend.

She wasn't some mystery girl, but rather Belphie's old seatmate, the one he had before you were kidnapped admitted in RAD. A quiet doe-eyed succubus that looked at him like he was the best thing that ever happened to both human and demon mankind.

She'd tried to sit next to him a couple of times with no avail, always getting rejected in your favor. Then, Belphie and you started dating and she stopped trying. You'd innocently thought she'd surrendered.

But not only did she search for him the very few times you guys weren't next to each other, she also ignored you completely when you were there.

Ignoring her back was easier said than done.

And this time, the oniric version of her wasn't just stealing your boyfriend. This time, he was willingly going to her, making your heart hurt so much it made you wake up with what felt like broken ribs.

It took you a couple of minutes to pull yourself together and not push Belphie away when he brought you back to his chest. The image of him kissing her while looking at you was engraved in your mind.

So, although sweating and hurting both from your heart and your confidence, you forced yourself to sleep.

You didn't notice just how awake Belphie was.

Back when you were still friends, you had allowed him to introduce himself into your slumber each time you had a nightmare. Images of you dying under the jaws and claws of faceless demons disappeared faster when the real Belphie was there. Ironic, isn't it?

He tried to stop every single one of them, but sometimes he was so deep in his own dreams it was proved to be impossible.

You thought this was one of those occasions, but, alas, you were wrong.

Days passed without any new event and Belphie mentioned nothing about your initial irrational coldness towards him, which made you feel a tiny bit better. Eventually you'd get so embarrassed about the situation that you had no other option but to dote on him like the brat he was, leading to a whole weekend sprawled over his bed in the attic.

The girl was still there, although not as persistent with Belphie, and she avoided you like the plague, with fright in her eyes.

So he did something about her, didn't he? But how did he know? And what did he do? You wanted to ask, curious as ever, but as time went by and the eyebags under her eyes started to occupy her entire face, you decided against it.

Barely a month later she disappeared without leaving trace. And since Belphie didn't even acknowledge her at all, why would you?

Tagging a little more: @hello-gloomy @the-sassiest-toaster @hero-nii-blog @yourlocalyin @elaemae

[utopiasship]

Mc moves to Devildom permanently, as does their cats

How the relationship between your cats and the brothers work

2395 words | gn reader

When Diavolo gave you the offer to permanently move to Devildom, you readily accepted. On one condition. 

Your cats. You lovely, darling cats you had in the over world. The cats you cried over abandoning until Barbatos comforted you, explaining the little creatures were to be well taken care of during your stay. 

But moving long term means you need your babies. Even if Lucifer looked less than pleased at your conditions. 

Lucky for you, Barbatos quickly arranged for your cats to be brought to their new forever home. 

Now the house is stocked with cat food, toys and treats for the tiny orange tabby, butter, and the large long haired Siberian ragdoll, Tofu. 

But… How well do they get along with everyone?

Lucifer

Lucifer had a hard rule: no pets. 

Which is notably hypocritically, considering cerberus. Also considering Mammons gaggle of crows he communed with could definitely be considered pets… and henry…

Okay, Lucifer told the younger siblings no pets while repeatedly breaking the rules for his and the older brothers' benefit. 

Alas, then came Butter and Tofu. 

Safe to say, the first two months were spent diligently avoiding the two fluffy kitties. 

Picking cat hair off his clothes with a disgusted face, using a spray bottle to stop them from scratching the furniture and ignoring when butter screamed his head off in an attempt to have some of Lucifer's food. 

However, Tofu is quite the charmer. 

A large yet tiny and delicate fluffy ball of love. A little shy but needy for affection. A sly bastard who can open doors. 

Specifically Lucifer's bedroom door. So she can lay on his pillows and stare unblinking, unmoving, and desperately adorable. 

With a soft knock you open Lucifer's study, it's late and a Friday, yet you haven't seen tofu for hours. 

“Sorry, but have you seen Tofu she didn’t come down for dinner and-” you stop dead in your tracks, looking at the opposing embodiment of pride frozen in a plush red chair. 

With a glass of demonus in one hand, and the other mid stroke along the purring cats back. 

“Oh-” You giggle a little, composing yourself, “Sorry, if you could show her where her food is later that’d be great. I’ll leave you too alone.” You begin to leave, closing the office door. 

“Wait!” Lucifer almost gets up, but tofu gently kneads his leg, causing him to stay put, “This isn’t-” You don’t hear him as the door clicks shut.

Smiling to yourself, you take a moment before speed walking to the planetarium to tell Belphie what you just saw.

Mammon

Listen, mammon is overjoyed you are moving in permanently. 

Obviously he won't ever tell you that. But the idea of you moving back to the human world where you will age and die and he will never see you again makes him genuinely sob into his pillow at least once a week. 

Just… cats? Really?

They are mean and shed everywhere and butter is notorious for breaking into his room and sleeping on the hood of his car. 

Genuinely, multiple times a week he’s shooing the little guy out of his room. 

And, he gets it, really. From a distance they are cute. But that's not his vibe. Until one night of course. 

It's dark, even for Devildom. The Mammons room is no different, room pitch black as he lays in bed. 

Shirtless and sweating for all the wrong reasons as he clutches a pillow tight to his chest. Lately… his nightmares have gotten worse. He awoke screaming, thrashing and already crying numerous times this month. 

This is one of those times. 

Where he's sobbing into a pillow, wings tucked close to his body as he cries over a dream he doesn’t even remember but it doesn’t stop the never ending tears. 

He's so distracted he doesn’t hear the little orange menace use his little paws to pull Mammon's door open. Only when a small pressure is placed on the bed does Mammon sit up, eyes blood shot. 

“Come on…” he mutters weakly, swatting at butter. Alas, butter merely dodges and walks closer, placing a small toy mouse. A black one with a pretty golden bell attached on the base of its tail. 

Gently nudging it towards the demon with his paw, Butter lays down, choosing Mammon’s bed to be the place to be tonight. 

Picking up the disgruntled mouse toy, Mammon sighs, laying down, a soft orange cat snuggled into his chest, purring and warm. 

Perhaps purrs are healing, because Mammon awakes in the morning from a dreamless sleep, no cat in sight but the little black mouse still sitting on his pillow. 

Leviathan 

He’ll be honest, they give him anxiety. 

What if they knock over his shelves? Oh no, what if they damage his limited edition figures?! Tear his manga?! No! No cats. None. 

You didn’t raise particularly obedient animals however. 

After a long day of attending R.A.D, Levi quickly scurries into his room, already stripping off the complicated uniform.

Kicking his shoes that way, throwing his jacket over there, all the way down to boxers as he looks for his hoodie and ohmydiavolo the cats are on his gaming chair. 

Unblinking, unmoving, as a demon stands practically naked before them, perfectly content as tofu sits on the back of the chair and butter sits on the seat. 

“Get- you-” Leviathan scrambles for a hoodie, a blanket, a pair of pants, anything. Eventually finding himself far more prepared in a blue hoodie and black plaid pajama pants. 

“Could you-” he stands nearly five feet away from the cats, almost scared to get closer, “just, leave? Like, out the door?” he gestures to the door, they don’t move. 

Frustrated and unsure of how to handle this situation Levi just sort of… stares at them for a few minutes, until eventually, by some miracle, Butter gets up. 

Stretching his little booty high in the air as his front claws gently prick the seat, making Leviathan wince, he jumps off the seat and makes his way to the tub. 

Gently placing his front paws on the rim, he looks over the edge before deciding this is the exact place he needs to be and jumps in, spinning around a few times before sitting down and placing his head on his paws. 

Leviathan, deciding to choose his battles, turns back to Tofu, "just don't move, okay?” 

Slowly and carefully, Levi sits in the gaming chair, putting on his headphones and botting up his system. 

Tofu doesn’t seem to mind, tail slowly flicking back and forth, occasionally brushing past Leviathan's cheek, causing him to tense for only a moment. 

In the end, she’s quite a good gaming partner and Butter has found his favorite bed. 

Satan

It was obvious how Satan was going to react when the brothers found out two cats were moving in. 

He was absolutely ecstatic, practically vibrating from excitement, and he was one of the first to meet the little critters. 

Due to the large environment change, you wanted Tofu and Butter to have the chance to slowly acclimate to their new homes. 

Understand the new smells, noises, temperatures, daylight cycle, everything. So for the first few weeks they stayed in your room, occasionally venturing into hallways when most people were out or exploring when the house was empty.

Satan happened to be home when they explored one time. 

Exiting his room and walking to the kitchen, Satan goes to prepare a study snack, yet he is stopped dead in his tracks when Butter and Tofu sit at the entrance. 

Lounging around, Butter has stretched himself as long as his little body can go, Tofu remains in a rather dignified loaf, both watching Satan. 

Safe to say all plans on food and studying get thrown out the door. Slowly, as to not make any sudden movements, Satan lowers himself to sit on the floor, barely two feet away. 

“Hello,” he practically whispers, slowly getting down to lay on his stomach, thank diavolo none of his brothers are home, “aren’t you two darling?” 

Satan tentatively reaches a hand out, placing it delicately on the floor in front of the kitties, close enough for them to sniff if they choose, far enough they can turn away. 

Butter seems to watch Tofu, who gets up from her loaf, stretching as he claws scratch slightly against the tiles. She takes a step and gingerly leans her head down, sniffing Satan's hand.

He sits there with batted breath, frozen in place. 

It's hard to tell how long Tofu judges his entire existence, but she decides he is worthy and licks his hand, rubbing against his arm as she walks closer. 

“Hi, honey.” Satan smiles, petting Tofu as she rubs all over him. Butter follows her lead, getting up and invading any form of personal space in an attempt to get as much attention as possible. 

The study session does continue, but now with two cats in his bedroom.

Asmodeus

Cats are cute, that's true.

But, much like Mammon, Amsodeus hates how much they shed.

Those sheets cost more than any mortal makes in their life and now there is cat hair all over it! 

Plus the smell, the grooming, and the shitting in a box has never been very… appealing to Asmo. 

Unfortunately for Asmo, Butter loves his private bathroom. Maybe Butter just likes tubs, but sitting on the porcelain, stretched out as he naps, seems to be a favorite pastime of his. 

Asmodeus hums to himself as he walks into his private bathroom, wrapped in a pink silk robe with feathers on the ends, a green face mask setting into his skin and fluffy pink slippers. 

Walking to one of the large and ordained shelves, he picks up a few different products for the water, flower petals, skin care products and hair care products. 

Sitting down on the edge of the tub and placing them next to him he moves to turn on the faucet but is stopped by an orange mass. 

“Oh!” taking a sharp intake of breath, Asmo pulls his hand away from the faucet, instead reaching out to gently tap butter's forehead. 

Letting out a small prrrrt, Butter blinks open his eyes, dilated as he looks at Asmo. 

“Well aren’t you a cutie?” Asmodeus giggles, watching Butter get up and walk to him, “I’m trying to take a bath here, ya know?”

Butter doesn’t seem to care, hopping up onto the large edge of the tub and making that his resting place instead. 

Deciding this little kitty shouldn’t be the reason he doesn’t complete his routine, Asmo continues to fill the tub, but changes some of his products out, unsure of what could hurt mortal cats. 

Butter exits the bathroom over three hours later, brushed and pampered, quite a handsome boy. 

Beelzebub

Beelzebub was rather indifferent about Butter and Tofu. although it did have to be explained a few times that they are not made of Butter and Tofu and ‘please don’t eat my cats.’

Fortunately, it seems they share a love for food. 

It’s late, like extremely late, but Beel’s stomach said it's food time, so now he finds himself in the kitchen, shirtless as he sits on a stool, eating his findings.

Halfway through, two sets of teeny tiny claws prick his calf. 

Quickly looking down, at his feet sit the infamous kitties of The House of Lamentation. 

Butter stands on his hind legs, reaching up Beel's leg and meows, begging as if two bowls of wet food and two bowls of dry food don’t sit right behind them. 

Tofu chirps, rubbing her body against his legs, looking up at him with big, begging eyes. Butter is far more dramatic, practically wailing and begging like he isn’t the most spoiled tabby in all of Devildom. 

But they are so cute… but they shouldn’t eat demon food… 

Beel stands up, trying not to trip over the cats who swarm him like sharks as he looks for their treats. 

There is definitely more of a variety than he thought, from salmon to chicken to soft to hard to teeth health to hair health, Barbatos really stocked up… 

He picks out a few, remembering the warning of not over feeding the cats as he pours some out into his hand, trying one of each himself (Not bad, he’s eaten worse, he gets why cat’s like them), before crouching down and placing two piles on the ground. 

As the two cats attack the piles of treats (that they will eat too fast and throw up in your room later), Beel returns to his munching. 

But!! Barely three minutes later they are begging again! Butter is practically climbing Beelzebub like a ladder to steal his food!

Are all cats like this? 

Belphegor

Belphie told everyone he didn’t care about the cats. Whether they liked him or not, he doesn’t give a fuck. 

But he really wanted them to like him. Like so bad. It's pathetic honestly.

He’s always seen videos of those cuddly cats who sleep in humans arms, and dogs who sleep at the end of the bed, and he really wants that.

He wants Tofu to snuggle up in his arms, she looks so soft and fluffy. And he wants Butter to lay on his chest, slowly kneading. 

One night, Belphegor is resting in the planetarium, laying on a nest he made on the ground as he lazily gazes at the night with half lidded eyes. 

Falling in and out of sleep as the stares pass his vision, unbothered and uncaring. Until a cat comes, obviously. 

Stepping her little feet carefully on the pillows and blankets surrounding the demon, Tofu tentatively walks over, rubbing her face against Belphie’s. 

Gently, he scratches behind her ear, feeling her purr and chirp before laying down, head nuzzled into his neck, tail curled to flick over his collar bone. 

A few minutes later, with the never ending need to annoy his older sister, Butter finds the pair, cozy and warm. 

Stepping his front paws onto Belphigor’s chest, he hoists himself up, gently patting Belphie’s cheek to get his attention. Content when an eye opens to peak at the orange cat.

Happy and pleased with the minimum disturbance he caused, butter lays down, Belphie’s free hand moving to rest on Butters back, gently stroking as they fall asleep.

[inlovewithl3vi]

It hasn’t been long since everyone watched you die. Only a few weeks or so since that fateful day.

Everyone’s on edge, especially around Belphie. Yet, you can’t really blame them. He killed one of their favorite people, reminding them of your own mortality.

You know you should be cautious around Belphie, after all he can still easily overpower you. But when he’s lying there… so peacefully you can’t help but wanna curl up next to him.

You know you shouldn’t, nobody else is home. What if he wakes up and attacks you or maybe he gets freaked out by you being so close. But he looks so… soft.

Maybe it’s one of his weird demon powers or something but you can’t help but feel drawn in. Eventually you give in to the urge. What’s the worst that can happen?

You quietly make your way over to the couch, nervously sitting next to him. Of course you’ve done this before with other people, like Mammon or even Satan but never Belphie.

You have no idea how he’ll react… but you’re still kind of close. Right? You shrug it off as you lay down, getting comfortable as you lay pressed up against him.

Although Belphies been awake this whole time, it’s quite amazing how he can somehow be so convincing when he fakes it. He knows you were contemplating lying with him, although he wasn’t complaining.

Humans are warm, their bodies naturally warmer than any demon or angel. And honestly he’s forgotten how comforting it is to be near them after years of hating humans.

So when you lay down next to him he can’t help but wrap his arms around you, keeping you close as he allows you to relax in his arms.

You stay like that as you both fall asleep, completely relaxed in each other’s presence despite everything that’s happened.

It’s warm and comforting and you can’t help but feel at peace like this, the only sound you can hear is him breathing.

You know eventually the rest of the brothers will come home from their separate activities, and they’ll probably freak out a little and pull you away.

But till then you enjoy the moment, and honestly this is probably the most relaxed you’ve been since you arrived at the devildom.

[5mary5]

HUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHH?!

OOÒOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSJDNSKXNDKDN

[kannouo]

Ticklish?

fandom: obey me pairing: demon brothers & dateables x gn!reader warnings: suggestive on asmo's part summary: in which they find out you are ticklish. prompt by anon: The brothers + dateables reaction to the MC being ticklish because ik most of them are menaces about it A/N: lol rest in peace. good fucking luck mc. also i swear to god i know there's more to satan's character than his love of cats it just fits guys pls forgive me

LUCIFER

• Lucifer likes to appear as this super-serious macho man figure who, although he has his moments of going along with his siblings' antics, isn't a very playful guy. He's unlikely to find this out because he was trying to tickle you. Rather, it'd be by complete coincidence.

• When he offered to teach you to dance in the privacy of his room as classical music played in the background, you weren't expecting his hand on your waist to bother you as much as it did. Try as you might, you can't hide from him how you're biting your lip and stifling a giggle.

• "Is something funny to you?" He asks, unamused. You shake your head.

• "No, sorry. It just... tickles a bit."

• The only reaction you get in the moment is a hum and a nod. You're admittedly a little suspicious, but mostly grateful the dance lesson continued normally until you were able to return to your room.

• He's so unbothered by this new information, in fact, that you may even dare to think he'd all but forgotten about it when a few weeks pass by. Little did you know, he remembered. He was just storing it away for later use.

• Even the student council's representative of the human world was not immune to falling into Satan and Belphie's schemes, it seemed. After a failed attempt to capture a pic of a sleeping Lucifer, you find yourself trapped between him and the wall as he looms over you. You desperately hope that, just maybe, Satan or Belphie would come to your rescue — but alas, you had been left abandoned in the lions' den.

• "Bold of you to attempt to sneak up on me in such a vulnerable state," he clicked his tongue, agitated. "I'd assume you would know better by now."

• "I'm sorry, I—"

• "'Sorry'? Yes, you will be." He closed in on you.

• The shrieks that emanated from Lucifer's room that night could only be described as unholy as he unleashed his brand-new punishment on you. Out of everyone in the House of Lamentation, you hadn't expected the mighty first-born to be the one to tickle you half to death, but it was effective. If that was what was waiting for you, you were more than willing to give Satan and Belphie the cold shoulder the next time they suggested a new, ingenious prank to play on Lucifer. Sorry guys. It's not worth it.

"Come on, MC, this'll be our best work yet," Satan trails after you you down the hallway, clearly not keen on letting the matter go. He had taken the liberty of convincing you of the Anti-Lucifer League's newest escapade, as Belphie apparently refuses to be of any help. "We've planned it all out. It won't go wrong this time. I swear." You turn to look at Satan, catching a glimpse of Lucifer a short distance away over the fourth-born's shoulder. All it took was a knowing smirk and a mildly threatening gesture with his hands for you to turn pale. "MC?" "...I'm good, Satan, thanks."

MAMMON

• Unlike his older brother — Mammon would absolutely find this out on purpose.

• He's the spiritual eldest when it comes to playing around with his siblings, so he's experienced in tickle-fighting. You, unfortunately, only realised this while wrestling with him, when he suddenly starts tickling your sides to gain the upper-hand. It works, and now you're flailing around beneath him.

• "Hah! Take that!" You hear him laugh triumphantly above you as you struggle to force his attacking hands away from you. "Ya give in?!"

• "Yeees! You win, you win!"

• After your rather humiliating fake-wrestling defeat, he only gets more annoying with abusing your weakness as the days go by. As he learns all of your worst spots, he gets more and more bold, until not one day can go by where you aren't tackled and tickled to tears by the Avatar of Greed.

• Eventually, you're going to have to set some ground rules with this guy, because he just will not stop. For weeks after that initial incident, you find yourself constantly on edge no matter where you are, because he could be anywhere. Just planning the next tickle.

• Sure, it can be fun at first, but he always manages to take his play-fighting just a little too far. You don't have the same tolerance as his brothers, being a human and all, and he needs to remember that.

• Being tickled by Mammon is nowhere as unfair and torturous as it is with Lucifer though, mostly because unlike his older brother, Mammon is ticklish too. This means you can fight back and potentially even gain the upper-hand. It's unlikely you'll win in a chase, however — no matter if you're the one running or if he is — he's just too damn fast.

• He's the definition of being unable to take what he dishes out. Not only does he cry 'uncle' as soon as you land on a weak spot, but he'll be super pouty and embarrassed afterwards too. As if he wasn't the one who initiated it.

"Mammooon..." You poke his cheek, trying to provoke any sort of response. He huffs and turns his head away, but still doesn't say a word. "Mams... Babe..." "That ain't fair," he finally speaks, his cheeks tinging with red. "Ya can't call me that when I'm tryin' to be mad at ya." You can't help but smile at the demon before you. "I'm sorry for tickling you, Mammon." "Yeah? Well... I think I'm owed some compensation for that. 5,000 Grimm, at least!"

LEVIATHAN

• Levi wouldn't find this out on purpose. Or, rather, at all. At least not on his own.

• He freaks out and backs away every time his hand manages to accidentally brush against yours when he hands you something. He apologises profusely and feels like the absolute perverted scum of the earth when he happens to bump into you in the hallway. He refuses to hold hands with you beyond intertwining your pinkie fingers together, because anything more than that is too lewd for him.

• So yeah. He's not going to tickle you. Not even accidentally.

• He only ends up finding out when he catches you and Mammon having a tickle fight in the living room one day, to which he promptly leaves before either of you can notice him. Both to quell the jealousy bubbling in his chest, and to avoid Mammon roping him into his shenanigans.

• After that, he... does nothing, really.

• See, here's an interesting fact about the Avatar of Envy: He's ticklish too. Very ticklish. And his siblings, especially Mammon, tease him for it all the time. He absolutely hates it and it's just not funny to him. So even if he was able to touch you without taking 6000 points of damage to his psyche, he still wouldn't tickle you, because he understands how it feels.

• Instead, you could say that you two form an alliance of sorts. You defend him when one of his brothers (MAMMON) starts chasing him — using your pact if you have to — and he allows you safe refuge in his room if somebody is after you. His door has a lock on it after all, and knowing the consequences of trying to force their way inside the resident hermit's safe abode, your pursuer is unlikely to look for you in there.

• He might make fun of you a little for it, but that's the most he'll do. He won't lay a finger on you. Good guy Leviathan.

You restlessly chap on Levi's door, moving back and forth on your toes as you desperately hope for him to let you in. The seconds count down before your attacker will find you, when finally... Click. The door unlocks and you grab the handle, swinging it open and nearly hitting Levi in the face in the process. "Sorry, sorry!" You profusely whisper-yell apologies as you shut the door behind you. He locks it, and you can finally breathe a sigh of relief. "Thank you... You saved me..." Levi's cheeks burn red at your words. "Y—yeah, well... don't make a big deal out of it, normie. If you're staying in my room, then you're playing games with me too while you're here, okay? So... make yourself useful or I'll kick you back out!"

SATAN

• Maybe this is just me, but have you ever had a cat on your lap that just won't stop moving around and it sort of tickles? Yeah.

• A simple date to a cat café went from good, to better, then to worse in a very short span of time. Most of the kitties were awake and lively, wandering around and allowing you to pet them. So when one of the cats jumped up on your lap, both you and Satan were ecstatic, cooing endlessly at the little ball of fur that had made itself at home on your legs.

• The only problem was, the cat seemed to be unable to find a comfortable spot. You were trying to stay still, you really were, but the cat's paws constantly moving against your thighs made you really need to move around in your seat. Satan noticed how you had to force yourself to stay put by gripping onto the table in front of you, and he also noticed how you were biting the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling like an idiot, but he didn't say anything at first.

• The first time Satan tickles you, it comes completely out of nowhere. To you, at least. Some exams were coming up and you agreed to let him tutor you, but the material was just so boring, and Satan's delivery of it certainly wasn't helping to keep you engaged...

• You were abruptly brought back to reality by a sharp jab to your side. You jumped and looked around, as if searching for the culprit, only to see Satan, with his eyes narrowed at you. "Pay attention."

• "I was!"

• "No you weren't," he poked you once in the side for each word to enunciate his sentence, and then grabbed you by the waist to prevent you from escaping. "Are you going to listen to me now?"

• "Ye-ees!"

• "Are you sure?"

• Satan's kind of a dick about it, to be honest. He'll tickle you to convince you to do things with him. You don't want to partake in his newest prank against Lucifer? Uh... yes you do, remember?

• He's also a hypocrite. He is ticklish but he hates it just as much — if not more — than Levi. So if you do it back to him, he'll shove you off or yell at you.

"Fi—fine! Fine!" You yell, and Satan's attack on your sides ceases. He looks down at you with an eyebrow raised. "You'll do it?" "Yes!" You nod furiously. If getting him to stop meant agreeing to prank call Lucifer, you suppose you'll just have to do it. "Now get off!" "Good," he smiled and moved off of you from where he had you pinned. "Now, about the plan I had prepared..."

ASMODEUS

• ...You know the deal. There is going to be a struggle keeping these headcanons SFW.

• He can find out one of two ways: the first being that he was doing your makeup and somehow found out by brushing too close to your neck or jawline, the second being that you two were leading up to... other activites.

• We'll be going with the former for my own sake lol. He realises what your reaction was for after the first time you tilt your head away from him, and can't help but tease you for it right away.

• "Oh darling, how did I not know this before? Are you keeping secrets from me? ♡"

• Somehow, Asmo ends up being one of the worst for how he takes advantage of this. He will tickle you anywhere at any time and for any reason.

• If he thinks you're not paying enough attention to him, he'll tickle you so you're forced to focus on him. If he sees you using makeup wipes on your poor, delicate skin, he'll tickle you as a "warning" to never do that again. Eventually he just starts making up reasons.

• You can tickle him back, but he enjoys it and will try to use it to lead into sex. So, unfortunately, that won't work to dissuade him.

• Don't think for a moment he's embarrassed or ashamed of his behaviour in public settings, because he isn't. He has no qualms with tickling you in a restaurant with strangers around, and doesn't care how much attention you end up attracting. It's hell.

• He's another boy you're going to have to set boundaries with at some point just because of how frequent it is. The tipping point came when he squeezed your leg in the middle of a student council meeting and you hit your knee so hard on the table you were convinced you broke something.

• He'll back off if you tell him to. You just need to actually tell him to, otherwise he won't realise how much it bothers you.

"Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry..." Asmo pouts as he gently rubs your aching knee. "I didn't realise you'd react like that." You huff and turn your head away from him. "Don't turn this on me." "I'm not!" He shakes his head and leans forward to look you in the eye. "I swear! I just didn't know that'd happen. Can you forgive me, honey? I promise you I won't do it again. I can't have you bruising that beautiful skin because of me..."

BEELZEBUB

• Beel, similar to Levi, isn't likely to find out on his own. For different reasons, though.

• Beel isn't afraid of physical touch, but he is scared of hurting you. He's so big and you're so small. He's fully aware of his strength, and even if he has good control over it, he tends to treat you like how one would handle a delicate China plate. It's not that he doesn't touch you at all, but he's so careful when he does that he probably won't even unintentionally find out that you're ticklish.

• The only way he'd find out is if he stumbled across you in the midst of a (usually very one-sided) tickle fight with one of his brothers. In which case, he will usually step in to save you.

• As the second-youngest, he's used to being teased in a similar manner by his older siblings. So if he sees you pinned down, he'll intervene so you can catch your breath and get away.

• If you run to him for protection, much like Levi, he'll take you back to his room and won't let anyone else except Belphie inside until it's safe to assume whoever was after you has given up. You don't have to, but if you thank him by bringing him a few snacks from the fridge later, he'll be happy.

• Such a sweetheart and probably won't ever tickle you. He really doesn't want to upset you.

• The only time I can see him tickling you is if you're having a bad day and he decides you need cheering up. He'll be sat next to you, staring intently at your frowning face as the gears turn in his head. He doesn't know what your day was like or why you're so peeved, but he knows he wants to see you smile again.

• He'll scoot closer, trap you in a hug with one arm and use his free hand to (very carefully) tickle you until you give in. He'll apologise, but as long as that smile is back on your face, he's satisfied.

• "Do you feel better?" He asks, a sweet smile on his face as he pats your head. And you have to admit, you do.

You could swear you saw Beel's eyes sparkle as you offered him the box of chocolates in your hands. You were saving them to eat yourself at some point, but... seeing as Beel valiantly defended you from Asmo earlier, you figure he at least deserves this. He manages to pry his eyes away from the chocolates to look at you. "...Why?" "Because you saved me from Asmo earlier," you explain and hold the box of chocolates closer to him, urging him to take them. "This is my 'thank you'." Finally, he takes the box from you. "...You didn't have to." Despite his words, he opens the lid and starts devouring the chocolates inside so quickly that you don't even have time to remind him to take the wrappers off.

BELPHEGOR

• There are a few scenes in-game where he tickles or tries to tickle the MC, so yes, he'd absolutely find out very quickly.

• Belphie is not only a little shit — he's also spoiled and likes getting his way. So, like Satan, he'll tickle you to convince you of things. Usually it's when he doesn't feel like doing dinner duty or cleaning his room, or if he can tell you're hiding something from him.

• The first time he tickles you, it's because he had an assignment due the next morning. One he had procrastinated on for weeks. You had reminded him time and time again to start working on it as the deadline approached, but he ignored you, and the situation he's in now is, quite frankly, his own fault. So even as he whines to you about how sleepy he is and tries to butter you up so you'll do it for him, you don't give in.

• That is, until he has an idea. With an exaggerated pout on his face, he moved up behind you and wrapped his arms around you in a hug, lazily slumping against your back. Just as you were about to scold him, you felt him start to ruthlessly tickle your sides.

• With his body weight on you, there was little you could do. And even as you fell to the ground, he simply followed you, taunting and teasing you the whole time. When he thinks you've had enough, he hovers above you with a smirk on his face.

• "So? Do you feel like doing it now?"

• Little fucker. He cuddles with you later to "thank" you, but you're still salty about it.

• Like most others on this list, you can get him back. He's the baby of the family so of course he's ticklish. Expect him to use dirty tricks to win any tickle fight you initiate, however. Like "giving in" only to immediately attack once you stop, or using the fluffy end of his tail to catch you by surprise.

• Beel tends to come to his rescue a lot as well, so beware of that.

"I—I give! I giiive!" You smirk in triumph as the youngest demon brother surrenders beneath you, and you let up your tickling assault. You roll off of him, fixing your ruffled hair. "See? That's what happens when you challenge me," with your back turned, you're too busy congratulating yourself to notice Belphie slowly sitting up behind you. "Anyway, you need to— AH—!" You shriek as you're tackled down to the bed again, cursing as Belphie grins down at you, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic light. "Belphie! That's cheatING—!!" And so, it starts again.

DIAVOLO

• Diavolo likely finds out in a similar fashion to Lucifer. Only it might be at a ball rather than in a secluded area.

• He's confused at first. He knows what tickling is, but being extremely sheltered, he's never received much affection like that in his life. As a result, it takes him a moment to put the pieces together. Once he does, he smiles fondly down at you and apologises, and that is that.

• ...For now.

• What he didn't show right away was just how giddy this discovery made him. What an adorable trait to have! And one he had to see more of. He'd missed out on tickle fights his whole life — he had to wonder what they were like?

• He made a mental note to experiment with this information the next time you came around to the palace. And that he did.

• Literally yells "tickle fight!" before pulling you close and going to town. You have to yell for him to be gentler, because inexperienced as he is, what should tickle actually kind of hurts at first.

• "Ah, I'm so, so sorry," he relaxes his fingers a little, no longer digging into your skin. "Is this any better? My sincere apologies."

• His apology would seem a lot more genuine if he didn't continue to tickle you while saying it.

• That, and he doesn't quite understand the concept of a tickle fight. What he's doing to you is more like a tickle beat-down. It's so one-sided it's almost comical. Unable to fight back or escape, Barbatos has to come and tell him to stop before you piss yourself.

• This was fun! He decides completely on his own. We should do this more often! He says, as you are gasping for breath on the fucking ground.

• After this first experience, he incorporates more minor tickling into your daily lives. Instead of trapping you like the first time, he'll sneakily poke you while walking by, and then look back at you with a wave and a completely innocent smile on his face.

"MC? Apologies, you seem to be in the middle of something. It won't take long," Diavolo smiles as he enters the empty student council hall. Indeed, you are in the middle of sorting some letters, but it isn't as if you can deny an audience to the Demon King. "I have a question for you. It appears... as if you've been avoiding me lately. Why is that?" You blink, trying to discern if he was serious. The look on his face said yes, he was. "...Diavolo, whenever we sit next to each other, you keep reaching over to tickle me." He meets you with a surprised expression as if this is somehow news to him. "I did not know it was such a problem," He confesses. "Very well, then. I'll stop. If I do, will you start sitting beside me again? I quite miss it."

BARBATOS

• He already knew. Lol.

• He officially "finds out" for the first time when he just happens to walk in on Diavolo tickling you half to death and saves you from his grasp. In reality, he already knew this was going to happen and planned to show up just in time to clean you off of the floor once Diavolo had his fun.

• You're thankful he showed up, though. If not for the fact he rescued you, then for the tea he served you afterwards to ensure you wouldn't have had an entirely terrible experience that day.

• As for what he does with this information? Well, not much. At least, it doesn't seem like it to you.

• Barbatos knows how to be sneaky with how he uses this to hear you laugh throughout the day. He'll brush his hand against your skin while reaching for something, "accidentally" touch your back and make you jump while walking by you, and it will always seem unintentional. At first, that is.

• Red flags start to raise when these accidents seem to happen multiple times, every single time you're around him. He knows when you're starting to get suspicious too, and that's around the point he stops even trying to pretend like it isn't intentional. He'll keep doing it, but flash you an infuriating, coy smile after each time.

• Now it's war.

• If this is the game he's playing, you might as well participate.

• The only problem being... it's Barbatos. He knows when you're planning something and exactly how you're going to execute it. You can't even land a hand on the bastard.

• And even if you did somehow manage to (AKA he lets you), you genuinely have no idea if he's even ticklish. He won't react to anything you do to him, but he also won't give you a straight answer if you bluntly ask him if he's ticklish or not. He just looks at you with that signature poker-faced smile. And with that, he turns and walks away. YOU NEED ANSWERS.

• Eventually you become convinced that he isn't actually ticklish at all, but he lets you think he could be because he enjoys seeing you so determined to catch him off-guard.

"B—Barbatos!" You jerk your body away as his hand "somehow" manages to pinch your side while reaching for the utensils drawer next to you. He smiles. "My apologies, it was an accident." He says, and you call bullshit right away. With a newfound desire for revenge, you latch onto his side and start to tickle, but frown when he doesn't react at all. In fact, he simply opens the drawer and takes out a few of the cutlery inside like he initially intended to do, as if you aren't even there. He meets your eye with another, slightly more amused smile, before turning and leaving the room. You stand there, dumbfounded. Though... you could've sworn you saw him flinch a little when you first touched him.

SIMEON

• Simeon is also ticklish and is another example of someone who knows how it feels. He's not likely to tickle you often.

• That's not to say he doesn't find it amusing or cute — he absolutely does — but his first thought when the back rubs he gave you with the intention of being soothing turned ticklish wasn't that he should take advantage of it, rather that it's just something new he now knows about you.

• Simeon won't ever intentionally tickle you because it's, well, mean. He'll only do it if he gets "permission", meaning if you do it to him first.

• He enjoys seeing you smile and laugh, but he doesn't ever want to go too far. Most of the tickle fights you initiate are won by him — don't let his appearance and sweetness fool you, he's still much stronger than you are — but they also don't last long. He'll stop, apologise, and offer to make up for it with anything you want.

• "Sorry, sorry," Simeon smiles as he helps you back to your feet, brushing your hair out of your face. "Are you alright? Come on, let's sit down together. No more tickling, though."

• He... tries to be a protector of sorts if Solomon or anyone else is after you. I can't say it works out well for him though, and whoever was after you just ends up with two victims instead of one.

• Bless him for trying. At least you're not suffering alone.

• When you come around to Purgatory Hall, depending on your friendship with Luke, you two may have playful tickle wars that go on. He won't interfere, but Luke does tend to use Simeon as a shield or claims that you're "bullying" him. Simeon never takes it too seriously and you can usually continue your playful tickle-attack uninhibited.

You lay, breathless and sweaty on the floor. You stare up at the ceiling as you pant for air and slowly sit up, wiping at your forehead. You turn to the man sprawled out on the floor right next to you, the both of you having just endured the same tickle-attack by Solomon. "...Are you alright?" Simeon slowly turns his head to look at you and meets you with an exhausted smile. "Yeah, I'm fine... you?" "...Yeah." You sigh. Silence fills the air for a moment, interrupted only by your heavy breathing. "...Wanna get him back?" As angelic as Simeon still is... even he can't refuse that offer.

SOLOMON

• This shady sorcerer absolutely finds out on purpose.

• After one too many times where you've outright banned him from the kitchen to prevent some kind of national tragedy, he decides he's owed some kind of penance. So the one time you allow him in the kitchen while you cook — under strict supervision — he sneaks up behind you and...

• "Solomon!" You squeal, nearly dropping the ingredients in your hands as he hugs you from behind and uses the position to start furiously tickling you.

• "What? Why are you laughing?" He asks cheekily. "You better be careful. You don't want to ruin dinner, right?"

• After the first incident, it gets much, much worse.

• He'll tickle you at any time, anywhere, whenever he feels like it. It doesn't matter how busy you are or how important what you're working on is, he will interrupt you out of nowhere to tickle you until he's satisfied. Prick.

• He thinks it's funny to tickle you in inconvenient or inappropriate settings, too. If you're sat in front of or next to him in class, you can expect him to start repeatedly poking you or enchanting a few items to tickle you as you desperately try to hold back any reactions because then you'll be the one embarrassing yourself.

• He's also ticklish, but will go to great lengths to avoid you ever figuring that out. Probably drinks some kind of potion that dulls his sensitivity before seeking you out to tickle you just in case you try to get revenge on him.

• Of course, you can still catch him when he's unprepared. And when you do, it's war.

• At least Purgatory Hall is never boring with you two around.

You stare down Solomon as you face one another at opposite ends of the dining table. He's grinning at you, and every now and again tries to rush over to where you are, at which point you circle the table to keep the distance. "You can't keep going forever." He taunts. "Watch me, motherfucker," you curse, but it's true. You're already out of breath. He tries to charge you again and you react quickly, hurrying back around to the other side of the table. Just as you do, however, he changes direction. You're unable to turn around in time and he catches you, damn near lifting you up into the air with how he grabs you. "Solomon! Stop it!" "You started it," he argues. "Now suffer the consequences."

[slutifer]

Solomon: mc isn’t feeling well, so how ‘bout i take over their cooking duty tonight?

Lucifer: is that a fuckin’ threat