#belphegor x y/n

[dollwrites]

I have a request!!! Can you maybe do a dark fic of Yandere Belphie (OM) where the MC reader (fem preferably) somehow accidentally goes into Belphie’s room/cage without being able to get back out? The longing of Belphie as he watches her come and go…but now? She can finally be his.

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, yandere!belphie, noncon, begging, fingering, very brief degradation, touch starved belphie, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

“Don’t leave me,” it was a pathetic and whiny moan against the shell of your ear. one you might have even thought was precious had he not been pressing all of his body weight against you. his fists wrapped tightly around your wrists, pinning the backs of your hands to the floor as he littered your sensitive neck with hungry, open mouthed kisses. “Stay with me. Play with me.”

you could feel the graze of his teeth, and the roughness of his horns as they rub against you, his tongue swirling circles, leaving trails of warm saliva over skin that he swells by suckling hard. “B—Belph…!” you gasp, tilting your head back to try and look towards the gated exit. it must’ve been charmed by magic you didn’t understand, because once you’d managed to get inside, you couldn’t get back out. your DDD lay just on the other side, though, and you could see Lucifer’s stoic expression every time the phone lit up with another call. “I-I need to…” your arms could fit through the bars, if he wasn’t pinning them down. your hands make fists, and then uncurl, as if you were trying to grab for it, and bite your lip as you stare at the screen. you could imagine Lucifer was robocalling you, unable to find you in the manor.

“Don’t worry, he won’t even think to look here.” Belphegor elicits a breathy moan, pressing his body to yours. his eyes flickered up to the DDD, too, and he allows a lazy smirk to stretch his lips as he presses them in a seal against your collarbone. he shifts his grip, taking your weak wrists together in one palm to push them above your head. this new position freed one hand that he then slipped under the waistband of your jeans, regardless of your gurgled protest. he didn’t even have to unbutton them, digging underneath the fabric of them and your panties to cup your warm sex. you whimper, pushing your back off the floor at the sensation— it’s greedy and uncouth, the tips of his digits hooking underneath your netherlips to anchor his hand there. your thighs clamp together, legs trying to rub and kick between your bodies, but his hand was already between your hips, and there was no pushing him out now. “You’re such a good girl, my brother wouldn’t suspect you’d break his rules, come exploring the attic even though he told you not to. You’re safely here with me, and I don’t have to let you go.” he whispers each syllable, signing his name over your chest with his tongue as if to claim you as his.

“I’ve been waiting… watching for so long… I’ve needed this. I’ve needed you.”

“W—wait,” you breathe out, bucking your hips, squeezing your fists and pushing against his strength. it was no use, you were much, much weaker than him, but you tried to show as much resistance as you could muster, “d-don’t touch… Belphie, Lucifer will eventually find me! I don’t want you to get in more trouble…” you were panting, now, be it from fear or the pleasurable strokes as he rubs his finger pads between your folds, feeling all of your slick, vulnerable sex. you didn’t want to show that it felt good, being played with against your will, but you couldn’t help it if he felt the heat from your blushing cheeks, or the way your cunt trembled under his fingertips. “J—just help me reach my DDD, yeah..??” you bite down, harshly on your lip when he lets out a bestial snort, using his horns and hooking them through your top and bra. with a shake of his head, like a mad bull, he’s shredded your clothes, and nuzzles his face into your breasts, smothering himself with them. your eyelids flutter when he nips at one, delicate bud; it hardens between his teeth, a pleased growl rumbling in the back of his throat. “L—Lucifer might reward you for h-helping, I could even… maybe I can ask him to let y-you out—!” you try to add, but his middle finger slips into your clenching hole, and it spasms in protest as he sets a brutal pace. “B-Belphegor..!! D—don’t..!!”

“You’re so stupid, it’s kinda cute, even.” Belphegor teases, his gaze burning into yours as he rolls your nipple between his teeth, before clamping his mouth down around it, sucking. he makes a loud, smacking sound as drool leaks out of the corners of his mouth, as if he were feeding from you as desperately as a starved animal. he moans, his ring finger joining the middle one to stretch you open further. they pump, knuckle deep, inside of you, and you can feel every subtle curl as he searches for a sweet spot. you mewl his name, pathetic tears in the corners of your eyes. he was rough, but you didn’t think that he was trying to hurt you.

he was just so damn desperate— and you could see a wildfire of hunger burning in his eyes. he couldn’t be gentle, even if he wanted to.

prying his mouth from your nipple with a dizzying pop, he breathes, ragged, glaring up at you with his dark tresses hanging in his eyes. “You’re here with me, now. I don’t care about getting out, not anymore. Not now that I’ve snagged a pretty, little plaything to keep me happy.” his fingers thrust in, deep and fast, until you’re squealing and writhing around on the floor, and he nuzzles against your breast, smearing saliva between his cheek and your mound, before dragging his teeth and tongue over your areola with his fist clenching your wrists tighter. he moans, closing his eyes, when his fingers batter a bundle of spongy nerves that send you into a yelping, kicking fit, coming unraveled beneath him. “And you like it, too, don’t you?” when you shake your head, trying to bite down on your lip so you don’t make any more flustered sounds, his pace only picked up, coaxing your body to answer for you. clenches, spasms, and soaking through your jeans, your eyelids fluttered and your head fell back. you could still watch Lucifer lighting up your DDD, no doubt urgently looking for you. “It’s okay, you can lie to me and tell me you hate it, if that’s what you want.” Belphegor presses all of his weight on you, dragging his open mouth against your cheek as he breathes heavily against it. there’s a sizable, firm lump that grinds against your trembling thigh when he rests his body on yours, and you hate how wet it makes you to feel the shape of his cock prodding, searching for your hyper-sensitive cunt. “As long as you never leave me, you can act as bratty as you want to. Our little game,” he coos, nibbling on your jaw, before inching up to smother your mouth with his own, “just remember, the more you resist, the rougher I’ll have to get, baby.”

[kpop-otome-yandere-here]

Y/n: Hey, it's your turn to wash the dishes.  

Belphie: I'LL WASH THE WALLS RED WITH YOUR BLOOD.  

Y/n: 'Kay, but before that, wash the dishes, also use soap this time?

[astrobolical]

How likely to bite are the brothers?

Content Warnings: ns.fw, marking, mentions of semi-public sex, the boys absolutely go into heat/rut so mentions of that but not a lot, Mammon being needy, Levi’s insecurities, mentions of bleeding (light), a lot of biting, Minors DNI

Reader: Gender Neutral

Characters: Beelzebub, Leviathan, Lucifer, Mammon, Belphegor, Asmodeus, Satan

I absolutely adore fangs, so biting follows shortly after. I couldn’t stop thinking about how likely the boys are to bite. Let me preface this, though they all absolutely bite. It’s really a matter of how often and when. They would adore marking up their partner, knowing that anyone that sees them just KNOWS that it was them.

Ahh… maybe I should extend this to the others?

This is in order of least frequent to most frequent biters!

Beelzebub is always so mindful of you it’s difficult for him to give into that urge— he knows how powerful his jaw is, how much damage his teeth could do to you with ease. Due to this, while he would love to leave you with marks that’ll last for days to come he often restrains himself even in intimate situations.

Sometimes, though, he simply can’t help himself, biting down on your exposed skin— any that he can get his mouth on. It’s usually your hand or wrist when you’re handing something to him, or holding his hand. He loves seeing the red imprint of his sharp teeth, proud of his restraint that he didn’t break your skin, and that you’ve got a mark that’ll tell others you’re his.

It doesn’t matter where you are when he does give in— you could be conversing with someone, just walking by him, anywhere. Sometimes he just needs to know you’re his and be possessive of you.

During more intimate moments, when he’s got you pressed down into whatever surface is available (he prefers his bed, sometimes it’s not available due to his shared room, though… it’s not like Belphie would wake up, and you both know that from experience) he is a bit more likely to lick and bite at your shoulders and neck.

If he’s really into it (especially if he’s in his rut) he’ll leave you littered with bruising bites, some bleeding, that’ll take weeks to fully heal. Anywhere his teeth could reach while he had you beneath him. He’ll feel guilty afterwards, and tend to you carefully, but deep down there’s a sense of pride and elation. How much you trust him, knowing what he’s capable of, warms his heart.

If you display his marks openly you’ll have a blushing, happy Beel. He’ll kiss them when he has you close— so while they might not always be there, when they are they mean a lot between the two of you.

Leviathan has a hard time allowing himself to, though for different reasons than his younger brother. Levi feels as though he doesn’t deserve to taint your flesh with his tongue or teeth, he worries and frets that you’d resent him for it, even if he’s been reassured countless times before.

Most likely you’ll find yourself being bitten if Levi is feeling insecure that you’re actually his— which is a mild contradiction in his mind that leaves him extremely flustered. If you’ve been talking just a little too much with Satan lately, or helping Lucifer more than normal, you’ll come back to Leviathan looking at you with a strange sort of hunger. If you get closer to him when he’s like this, you’ll inevitably have him subconsciously mouthing at your body— sometimes even over your clothing if it’s in the way of where he wants to be.

Part of him wants to push you away (like he thinks you want) and the other is pulling you closer, nestling his face into the crook of your neck and breathing in your scent and leaving his own behind. Even if he becomes distracted with games or an anime, you won’t be leaving him, and he’ll be nipping at you the entire time. His marks are much more light, but due to how easily you can trigger his envy they’re a bit more often renewed.

When you first became intimate with Leviathan he was entirely submissive, following your lead and rarely taking full initiative so during that stage he very, very rarely had the mind to bite you. However with time and experience he becomes more confident — or when he’s just lustfully driven— he becomes far more likely to nip. His favorite place to bite during this (and in general) is the back of your neck. He loves pushing you up against any surface available, especially the tank in his room whether you’re in or out of the water, and fucking you from behind. His jaw will lock on and leave a nasty-looking bite from how tightly he held on, each individual tooth having its own visible place.

Displaying his bites will leave Levi a blushing mess, stuttering and mumbling until he accepts that you want people to know that he bit you. If he hears you actually tell someone it was his mark he might actually stop functioning for a while— but he likes it, don’t get the wrong idea.

Lucifer has no issues with marking your body as his, however he rarely gives in to impulse. His bites are planned, he’s aware of every movement and knows where and when he intends to. However he, unlike most of his brothers, is fairly respectful of your own outward appearance— it’s not very often he bites you where others can readily see. It’s not that he doesn’t want to, he’s extremely proud of you and has no shame in marking you up for other demons and people to see, it’s just that he knows that sometimes visible bites are more of a nuisance to you.

However he’s not opposed to staking a claim. If he feels as though he needs to, Lucifer will steal your breath away, distracting you with his hands and kisses before leaving a large, prominent bite on your neck or even your collarbone (he has a particular fondness for your collarbones).

Most of your marks, though, are hidden away in far more personal areas that he is very prideful to have access to whenever he so desires. Your thighs, especially your inner thighs, are left with bruises and marks whenever he has the time to properly attend to you. Seeing his own lingering marks the next time he has you fills him with a surge of pride and lust— those places are his.

He isn’t immune to lust, especially when his mind is addled by ruts. During those times he’ll even use his sharp nails to trace patterns on your skin, but you can be sure there’ll be a few very visible, magic-imbued bite marks on your neck and shoulders. You’ll have everyone turning their heads warily as they subtly sense Lucifer in your presence. You’ll reek of him, you’ll feel like his magic and he adores it.

Flaunt his mark if he gives you a visible one, even hearing you tell someone how your thighs are a little sore will have his ego soar. You’ll feel his gaze on you, and you can almost tell he’s thinking about where he’ll mark you up next.

Mammon bites absentmindedly, while the two of you are lounging around, or you’re just a little closer to him than normal. He doesn’t think about it, he rarely even realizes he’s doing it unless someone points it out or you take your arm/leg/body away. If you or someone else does mention it, he’ll adamantly deny that he was doing it, even if he obviously was— so if you enjoy his attention, don’t. His absentminded bites don’t often leave marks, but it happens frequently enough (and publicly enough) that people would be blind to not realize you’re special to him.

Every time he’s laying around with you especially, if your arm is in reach you’ll feel his teeth gnaw on your skin.

If he does clue in during these moments, though, if he doesn’t immediately drop you and deny it, he’ll often get a bit more brazen— the fact you were allowing him to will rile him up. If you’re in private, it will certainly lead to Mammon either pinning you to whatever surface you were on, or pulling you to settle on his lap, lazily grinding up into you. Even in semi-private areas where someone may walk in on you, Mammon can’t resist bringing you closer— it’s up to you if you let him continue in that scenario.

He does leave lasting marks when he fucks you, biting down to muffle his own noises as he thrusts into you. He tends to latch onto one spot for a while, biting and licking and whimpering into the skin. When you ride him you can sometimes escape it, but even then he might bite down on your hand or arm, whatever is available. Mammon, like Lucifer, also tends to leave a bit of his magic in the bites, just enough to make other demons wary of you when you’re around.

If you show off Mammon’s marks, even accidentally, he can be a bit insufferable to everyone around him. His are very hard to hide, given where he likes to leave them, so just give him that ego boost— he needs it sometimes. He’ll be sure to let any demon, human or angel that so much glances at his marks know that you’re his, because he’s your first man after all.

His marks do tend to fade the quickest, though. Whether it’s because of their usual placement or because he doesn’t bite quite as hard as the others it’s hard to tell.

Belphegor is a frequent biter on many occasions— especially when he’s asleep beside you. While not all the time, sometimes you’ll wake to Belphegor biting at you, digging his nails into your sides. You’re not safe from this demon’s fangs even at rest. He’ll halfheartedly apologize to you when he notices upon waking, but you know he doesn’t mean it, whatever he was dreaming that caused it certainly wasn’t something he was about to regret. Besides, you look so pretty marked up like that he can’t help but add to it now that he’s awake.

He often bites you in very obvious places that would be hard to hide or to not notice. He does it with a sly, knowing grin and sassy remarks about how the whole Devildom will know where he’s been. Belphegor’s bites aren’t impulse, they're almost brutally intentional just because he wants to see what fuss he can cause— and, most importantly, to make it very, very known that you belong to him.

It could be anywhere, as well, the youngest doesn’t care who sees him sink his fangs in, or what anyone says. (Of course, if you are adamantly against it, he’ll refrain from being too public, even if he’s a brat about it.)

When Belphie’s buried inside of you, lazily and teasingly thrusting ever-so-slowly he makes up for it with his mouth. You tend to be on your side when being intimate with him, often just waking up from naps and he’s far too tired to move about needlessly, so your neck and shoulders are available for him to bite down on at his leisure. Sometimes your back, shoulder blades or collarbone don’t escape him, either, depending on which side he’s on.

He loves how you shiver when his breath ghosts over your skin, just above a still-sensitive bite as he slows his pace down even further until you’re a whining mess begging him to speed up. Telling you to keep begging for him, just like that before biting down on your throat and listening to the garbled mess of a moan that tumbles past your lips.

You will reek of him and his magic every time, and that sly smirk of his as you catch his eye lets you know that he thinks it’s time he refreshes it once again.

Asmodeus bites, but not usually hard enough to leave a lasting mark— he would never damage your beautiful skin… most times. His bites are playful, or sometimes attention seeking. He uses it as a means to grab your attention from whatever it is you’re doing— whether you’re just browsing on your D.D.D. or talking with someone else, it doesn’t matter. He’ll quickly nip your ear, dragging his teeth to make sure your attention is fully on him, as it should be.

They’re frequent, regardless of where they are, whether he’s just passing you in the hall, sneaking up behind you just to continue on his way, he makes sure you know he was there— as if you’d ever not notice Asmodeus.

Sometimes his kisses turn into little nips on your lips, your ear, your jaw, it doesn’t matter— anywhere on your face is where he wants to bite. He’s particularly bitey around his brothers, as they often draw you away from him. He’ll bring you into his arms, nuzzling against you before making sure they clearly see what he’s doing.

Similar to Lucifer, if Asmodeus is going to leave a lasting bite, it’s going to be someplace only for his eyes, where you can hide the ‘blemish’ beneath your clothes and reveal it only to him. He has a habit of leaving quite the mark on your butt as he worships your body, you always tense as he nears the area, knowing that your demon will likely bite down hard enough to make you bleed for him. He knows, and soothes you every time as he licks the blood from his lips, admiring his work and feeling his own lust grow tenfold just from that.

Unlike his brothers, Asmodeus could care less if you have marks to show from him, you have the demon himself to show off— why would you need a simple bite mark? So while his bites are frequent, it’s his presence and scent that really matters to Asmo— he just wants to be with you, and surely you want to be with him, too, right?

Though, he won’t complain if you actually explain why it is that you’re sitting a little funny the next day, he’ll simply smile and nuzzle into you, nipping at your ear like usual.

Satan’s bite is, however much he denies it, territorial in nature. His demonic instincts are stronger than his brothers’, and it is all he’s ever really known. Unlike them, he won’t restrain those instincts, and sees nothing wrong with it. He bites the most out of any of his brothers because of this, whether in greeting, passively, or because he wants to make it known that someone or something is getting too close for his liking— anything and everything can constitute a bite from him, so it’s something to be prepared for.

He can restrain himself if you yourself don’t like it, but it’s obvious he would rather give in to those instincts, so it’s more than likely you’ll allow it anyway. Your neck is typically where he’ll leave them the most, at least one that’s always visible. His magic might as well be yours, with how much he pushes into each indent his teeth make, and it’s notable how lesser demons quickly make way thinking he’s approaching when it’s only you.

Where, when, and who may be around are trivial to him.

However not all of his bites are for marking his territory, sometimes it is similar to Asmo when he just wants your focus to be on him, or when he’s showing you affection. Satan is arguably the most animalistic of them all, and it shows in how physical he can be with you.

While he may be public with his affections at times, it has backfired on him here and there with his temper, so when he is really craving your affection he will often pull you away to somewhere more private to make sure his time with you isn’t interrupted by a tantrum.

When intimate you can expect to be absolutely littered with marks from his nails and teeth — and even his tail, which digs in with its sharp edges as it clings to you. Anywhere from your calf to your chest, just let him worship you. Your chest in particular is never safe from Satan, even when he’s thrown your legs over his shoulders and is pressing you down into whatever surface you happened to be on.

When he’s rutting, Satan may not even know how he’s manhandled you, lost to the foggy lust in his mind and how good you feel— don’t worry, he’ll make up for it once he’s regained clarity, tending to all the bites he’s left along your body with surprising care. You’re his, and he’ll always care for you.

Displaying his marks is usually unavoidable, and it’s probably for the best, he hates when someone’s eyes linger on you for too long, so his magic and the proof that you’re his usually eases some of that instinct to protect you. If you make a point to parade around Lucifer in particular, though… oh, you’ll make Satan very happy, and he’ll be happy to reward you for your efforts.

[lou-struck]

Dream Eaters Part 2

Obey Me! x MC!

Featuring Satan, Asmo, Beel, and Belphie.

~ How they react to a lower-level Demon giving Mc nightmares intentionally.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, torture, and nightmares. Nothing too visually graphic.

Satan~

Satan is very observant when it comes to how you are feeling. He sees the way your eyes fight the urge to sleep at the breakfast table. He also can see the way your knuckles are clenched in a death grip as they dig your nails into your palms so the pain will prevent you from resting. Staying up late is one thing but this is new even for you. There is a look of panic that flashes across your face when you feel that the part of you that wants nothing more than to rest is gaining the upper hand.

But as you get up and try to stumble your way to class he knows that he can't just observe what is going on with you. Rushing forward he sweeps you up into his arms and to the library before you are even aware of where you are.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” he says gently as you sit rigidly on the edge of the plush library chairs that you love to doze off in when he reads aloud to you. With teary eyes, you tell him of how you haven't slept at all the past few days because of these terrible nightmares the play behind your closed eyes.

It doesn't take long for his look of care and concern for you to turn into one of pure unadulterated wrath as he understands what has been happening to you.

There are only a few known Demons in this level of the Devildom that have the ability to feed on the nightmares of Humans and even lesser demons than themselves.

Satan, while prepared to do some angry sleuthing down in Majolish. doesn't have to go far to hear the power drunk boasting of the demon in question from an alley way.

"And the best part about feeding from the human is that they have no idea what's going on." They laugh as the temperature surrounding him drops. Satan's horned shadow approaches ominously behind him as he continues to belittle you and those in charge of protecting you until it is too late.

The last thing the pitiful Demon sees are the blazing green eyes of the Avatar of Wrath before he is thrown against the pavement and dragged back to Satan's personal Torture chamber to spend the rest of his days in agony.

Asmodeus~

He thinks its so cute when you come and visit him in his room, the shy shuffles you make towards his vanity when you want to borrow one of his thousands of products. You know you never have to ask but he appreciates the gesture. He knows that no one really needs make up, but feeling beautiful is a big part of looking beautiful.

What strikes him as odd however is that you ask if you could borrow some undereye from him to cover your circles but your eye makeup is already so thick on your skin. 

"MC Darling, you know you're supposed to get your beauty sleep." he teases as your eyes fight the tiredness that makes your brain feel fuzzy, you make the excuse that you haven't been sleeping well the last couple of nights he of course offers a night in his bed. You give a half hearted laugh as you turn to leave the Avatar of Lust alone in his bedroom only to have him affectionately wrap his arms from you as he peppers your face with kisses.

What also catches him off guard is the absolutely pungent odor that clings to you as he wraps his arms around you. It's definitely not your scent, there is no sweetness to it that you normally have wafting around you. It almost smells like… 

Asmo has gotten with enough lesser demons to recognize the reek of one of his scorned lovers. It all clicks at once. The dark circles under your eyes, the smell, and your sluggish movements. You are being fed on by a Dream Eater. His beautiful face is marred with concern as he tries to figure out what he can do to help you. 

It's almost pathetic how quickly the Demon picked up their DDD when Asmo called. His power reaching through the line and entrancing the demon into meeting him in some kind of secluded area. He doubts he even need to use his charm, but when it comes to you, he wont take any chances.

Beezelbub-

Food coma’s with Beel are almost unavoidable during your late night hangout sessions. As a human, your appetite Pales in comparison to be avatar of gluttony.

He thinks it’s so cute how your eyelids droop and you curl up into his larger frame.

But just as he is about to carefully brush a few stray hairs out of your face you begin to thrash violently and scream in your sleep.

Panic grips in his chest as he shakes you awake. But nothing makes him feel worse than the look of sadness in your eyes when you realize that it’s happened again.

Beel truly has no leads with what is going on with you until he hears some idiot posting in the locker room at RAD about how he is the only demon in the entire Devildom who has been able to feed on the human exchange student.

Seeing red, Beezelbub rushes towards the demon grabbing him by the throat and lifting him up against the locker.

“ are you the one hurting MC?“ he growls as the demon trembles in his hold. 

“Y-yes, but it’s not what you think.” they plead “ they taste so delicious, you would like it too.”

“ I would never ever think of eating MY human.” He says dropping the demon to the cold ground so Diavolo can fully question it.

Belphegor~

Being the Avatar of Sloth, Belphie pulls you into his naps often. He is just so comfortable it’s easy to drift off.

He amusedly watches your eyes get heavier and heavier with drowsiness as he decides to watch you just a bit before he drifts off himself. Your peaceful face twists into one of discomfort as your brow furrows and you begin to whimper.

He’s never seen you this way before. Carefully he runs the pads of his fingers down the side of your face to catch a glimpse of the nightmare you are having. Only to see nothing but dark wisps of smoke in your psyche meaning the nightmares are purposely being given to you from somewhere else.

His eyes go wide in alarm as he realizes that someone is purposely hurting you to feed themselves. He is able to pick up the scent of the demon responsible and carefully swaddles you in his fluffy blankets as he leaves you with a soft kiss in the forehead and his pillow for comfort.

He wanders the streets following the scent of the demon who is lounging on a bench enjoying the taste of your nightmares unaware of the monster behind him.

With a cruel laugh Belphegor sends a wave of sleep toward the demon who falls limp against the stone. He picks up the Lesser Demon by the scruff of it’s neck and drags it into the shadows and back to the dungeons of the house of Lamination to spend the rest of it’s days trapped inside or own head while nightmares play on loop.

[everlasting-elegy]

May I request something like your "let's go home" work (with Lucifer and mammon) but with beel belphie and leviathan instead? I would love to see how they'd react to you calling HOL your home. - ⛓️

I TOOK MY SWEET TIME I'M SO SORRY SKDFJSKD BUT IT'S DONE!! Thank you for requesting ⛓️anon!! Unfortunately I couldn't think up anything for Beel, my mind blanked but I hope you enjoy Belphie and Levi's parts!!

"Let's Go Home" | Belphegor, Leviathan

It was just a slip of the tongue by you, but he didn’t miss it. Despite being in an entirely different realm, you called the House of Lamentation your home. Genre: Fluff, slight angst Word Count: 1.1k Warning: Levi self-deprecation

Belphegor

Belphegor has long accepted that you will never truly be at ease around him. For all he’s done it was to be expected, but he tried. He did what he could to pick up the shattered pieces of what you two could have had, putting it together into some wonky form of a pleasant relationship for all to see. But he was sure that when it was just you and him, you will always have your wits about you. He just supposes that for now and forever he will have to be satiated with just you standing around him.

So imagine his surprise when you barge into his shared bedroom, bringing Belphie out of his slumber. He noticed your slumped posture, how your shoulder deflated in time to your hefty sigh. And then the two of you made eye contact. The grip on his pillow instinctively tightened.

“Looking for Beel?”

“Looking for some peace and quiet,” you muttered as you sent a wary glare to the closed door behind you. Even through the timber, you could hear the distant shouts and heavy footsteps on Leviathan chasing up Mammon on unpaid debts.

“Shouldn’t have come to the House of Lamentation, then,” Belphie murmured.

You offered a half hearted chuckle - you didn’t have the energy for anything more than that - before walking up to him. You did not notice how Belphie’s eyes were trained on you in confusion and curiosity as you wordlessly joined him on his bed (or if you did, you spoke nothing of it). It was a little awkward at first as you tried to make yourself comfortable beside a Belphie who was wondering if he was still dreaming. As you lightly pulled at his pillow, he wasted no time to obey, almost throwing it across the other side of the room. You slotted into his arms instead, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck. Instinctively one arm of his was around your waist, the other following your spine until his hand rested on the back of your head. To him, you were the perfect fit.

“Yeah, but I wanted to be home,” you whispered as you wriggled a little, trying to snuggle closer into him.

The seventh faltered. He dared to tighten his hold on you ever so slightly, just for a bit more reassurance that this was more than a lucid dream. This wouldn’t have been the first time his mind betrayed him like this, after all.

“... this is… home to you?”

“Yeah?” Your words had become a little slurred with fatigue, and Belphie had half the mind to tease you out of how adorable you sounded. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

He opened his mouth to reply, but then closed it when he realised his voice failed him. He wanted to question you, he knew he wasn’t exactly the most accommodating nor the most soothing. But then again, who was he to doubt your tastes? He was the dear, spoiled youngest brother, and if you were going to spoil him with your attention he'll simply eat it up. So instead, he let his lips settle into a comfortable grin that only widened when he heard your soft snores, and stayed on his face even when he fell asleep.

Leviathan

“That’s it, I’m going home,” you sighed in exasperation, rubbing your face for a bit before turning away. A pop up store providing exclusive merchandise was in Devildom for only three days and Levi just had to try it. Despite the two of you queuing for two hours, you caught wind of said products were already sold out. Walking away, Levi turned to you in a panic, eyes wide in disbelief at your announcement. Without a second thought he was holding you still with both of his hands clutching onto your wrist as he bowed down, shaking his head disapprovingly at himself.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!”

He didn’t even know what he was apologising for, but it felt like it was the right thing to do as cold sweat started to gather at his temples. He was apologising for everything with those few words. Sorry for making you wait, sorry for dragging you along with him, heck he should never have even brought up his stupid little otaku pop up shop! And now you’ve had one too many of his antics and now you want to leave the Devildom entirely, don’t you? He’s sorry his presence is such a detriment! He’s sorry that he himself doesn’t have the power to send you back to the human realm where you want to be, but he’s also sorry that he’s so selfish that he doesn’t want you to leave. And what will Lucifer and the rest of the brothers say when they realise he’s the one that made you want to leave them?

Upon feeling that you weren’t moving, Levi mustered all of his draining confidence to dare look up at you, and upon seeing your face a mix of concern and confusion, he ended up mirroring it.

“Levi it’s okay, let’s just go home,” your tone was soothing now as you squeezed his hand.

“B-but…” Levi froze as you watched him curiously, the gears visibly turning in his head. “I don’t know how to get you back… well, I do but I’m not powerful enough. I’m sorry for being such a useless-”

“Levi!” you pleaded, tugging him gently and he started to walk with you. “I’m sure you know the way back to the House of Lamentation.”

“... eh?”

“The House of Lamentation?” You repeated, a smile creeping up your face as Levi looked absolutely stupefied.

The House of Lamentation? Home?

There was once a time where he could never comprehend the House of Lamentation as home, all of Devildom was unfit for him. Perhaps that was the forgotten part of envy, the ego that believed he was too good for such a world. And now look at where it has taken him, he’s stooped down to the level of demons whether he liked it or not. And that voice hasn’t disappeared, it has only been pushed back to the corner of his mind, quiet but still there, chastising himself for letting himself go, descending to the depths.

Similarly, he always thought Devildom was unfit for you; you were far too good for anything here, including himself. But if you keep smiling at him like that and insist on staying here, perhaps your own brilliance will make this realm worth your while.

Your hand is in his and his grip tightens.

“Oh- um, home? Y-yeah! I can take you there, then.”

Obey Me! Masterlist

[sadorable-art]

happy birthday my lovely source of suffering

[amaya-writes]

Pillow Talk And Confessions Of Love

Notes: I just had a random Belphie idea and it's like 2am so yeah here's some cutesy fluff

warnings: n/a just fluff

characters involved: Belphegor

gender-neutral reader, you/yours

"Belphie."

The sound of your voice made him groan as the slumbering demon hid his head further into his pillow, but the way his arm tightened around your waist told you he was paying attention.

"I can't sleep."

Belphegor let out yet another groan at your words, but this time he didn't bother trying to hide away from your voice.

Instead, he shifted around in the bed so that you were laying against his chest with his head hidden in your neck.

"Just- sleep, baby."

"Oh, how insightful."

Belphie snorted at your reply but didn't bother replying with his usual snark. Perhaps it was the fact that you had shaken him awake well past midnight when the rest of the House of Lamentation was slumbering away.

Or perhaps it was just because his sleep-addled mind wasn't functioning well enough to be able to process your sarcasm.

Whatever the reason, you were happy to silently cuddle up to your boyfriend as he sleepily rubbed circles on the small slip of your waist that was exposed by your raised t-shirt.

The two of you just remained like that for a bit, half asleep with your limbs tangled with each other's as the world came to a standstill around you.

Rain lightly pattered against the attic's windows, the sound lulling you to an almost slumber as your heartbeat slowed to match Belphie's.

However, even then you found it hard to slip into the weary euphoric state you had been chasing for the past hour. The realisation made you let out a small sigh even as you squeezed your eyes shut in an attempt to block out the world.

Belphie suddenly nuzzled into your neck at the action, forcing you to wearily blink your eyes open as his raspy voice suddenly picked up.

"I could pull you into a dream with me- make it easier to sleep."

He sounded far too awake for your liking, but the promise of finally being able to doze off was far too enticing for you to give in to your guilt for keeping him up. Especially when Belphie was more than happy to lightly scratch at your scalp in a way that made your head dizzy with respite.

"I-"

You wanted to say something, anything that would help you translate this feeling of utter gratefulness for how insightful and caring he was. Yet none of the cheesy little rants your mind came up with seemed to be enough for you.

But then came that one thought. That one bittersweet admission you had promised yourself you would only whisper to the one you truly held close to your heart, someone who could care for you just as much as you did them.

Someone who was willing to stay up by your side and sacrifice his sleep just to rid you of your insomnia.

"I love you, Belphie."

You had barely whispered the words but with your proximity, the avatar of sloth could easily hear your confession loud and clear. Unfortunately for him, you fell prey to the sweet whispers of slumber just as he echoed your words back to you.

[mini-ism]

OBEY ME!— how do they kiss you? demon bros./reader. fluff.

synopsis; uhh i forgot and the tags too....

warnings; none

tags; just kissies

extra; i honestly just wrote this all down and disregarded my new theme tbh 😭 from mikodotcom era

lucifer— romantically.

lucifer kisses you romantically. he cups your face and pecks your lips. lucifer gives romantic soft kisses that leave you winded and asking for more. he gives you the most intimate and caring kisses, for the human he will always love most. he holds you close or gently grabs your chin and plants his lips onto yours. lucifer rubs circles with his hand on your back, spending his most tender moments with you. he kisses you teasingly whenever you take his reading glasses, or graze his ashen wings.

mammon— quickly.

it's no surprise that mammon harbors a massive crush on you, and whenever he kisses you, he pulls away in an instant. your first kiss and your most recent kiss are very similar to that nature. mammon and you lock lips, he then pulls away and wipes them with his sleeve. his palms get sweaty, and he's partially flushed. his body grows hotter with every kiss you give him, whether they'd be playful and teasing, or yearning for something more. you'll always be his first. mammon's everything.

leviathan— longingly.

leviathan craves touch, and takes whatever you may give him. levi wanted to make sure your first kiss with him was perfect. perfect scenery, mutual pining, and a long, sweet kiss. he often grabs and holds your hand wherever you two are. perhaps his eyes dwell on you two long, or his gentle gesture was a bit drawn out. those awkward moments are entirely accidental, but it's only because he adores you. he only does it to tease you, but he even talks about his "ruri-chan" to get you jealous and kiss him.

satan— creatively.

satan's whole gimmick is books— he gets many of his ideas from his reading. he reads light novels and romance books, from front to back, finding new and exciting ways to steal a kiss from you. satan's favorite kiss you two shared was from "human media," suggesting that you two recreate the kiss scene between peter parker and mary jane. it took many tries, but each time was no less amusing. love with satan isn't always as stagnant as it may seem at first.

asmodeus— lustfully.

as the avatar of lust himself, there is no other way to kiss the love of his life. every single one of his kisses are nearly intoxicating. asmo loves kissing you anywhere they can, no inch of skin will be left neglected. his lover will always be kissed in no chaste way. his kisses are to tease you and get you to kiss him back. he kisses you and always wants to go further with you, as if they have no shame.

beelzebub— carefully.

beel is a big guy. like, really big. he always makes sure you're comfortable and safe before he kisses you, and he always places his hand on your cheek. he lets you know he loves you indirectly— and it's not because he's ashamed to admit it, he's not used to saying "i love you." he's gentle with you, he couldn't ever let you get hurt, and when you're a bit tender or sad, he takes your hand and puts it on his chest and he kisses you as many times as you need, a little smile growing on his lips.

belphegor— lazily.

sleepy kisses are belphie's favorite kind of kisses. he always spoons you and puts his lips on yours with minimal effort. he hums every time you kiss him back, and he nuzzles deeper into your shoulder or his bedding with a smile. he adores when you dote on his puffy and baggy eyes, or even how slowly he moves. belphie is delicate at nature, and he appreciates how understanding you can be, so he plants his lips onto yours every time you snake your way into his arms.

[fanfic-gallery]

hi!! could i request some soft sex with belphie followed by cockwarming, please? <3

Can’t sleep [ NSFW MDNI ]

✎ Belphie x Reader

✎ Tags : gn! reader, fluff

✎ CW : smut, dom! reader, sub! belphie, soft sex, spooning, cockwarming

: ̗̀➛ Manager’s/Author’s note : After an uncalled for hiatus- I’m back and with- smut, ofc it’s smut, naughty little darlings, all of you (o′┏▽┓｀o) but it’s good to be back, I just pray homework doesn’t take up all my time, miss you dearies a lot <33

As the Avatar of Sloth itself, most believe him dropping into a deep slumber once his head hits something soft that resembles a pillow of sorts, yet that’s all from the case. Sometimes even the demon that could sleep anywhere, at anytime, has difficulties of resting his head.

“Y/N.. I-.. I can’t sleep.. need ‘chu.. help, please?”

His voiced laced with such desperation, need, for you, your touch, your warmth. Not even turning an eye towards him, you motioned with a hand, patting the space beside for the demon to settle himself. Hurriedly, he would scurry, kneeling on the cushions with heavy pants. Slender fingers trailing down, pulling at the bands of his sweats.

His whines growing louder with each draft of the cold breeze blowing at his dripping cock, pre coating the shaft that highlights of blue shines under the moonlight. Your own bottoms and undergarments frantically discarded by the same, lubed hands. His hot nubby breaths fanning over your neck, canine teeth ghosting over before sinking into the flesh with the vibrations of moans, dick pushing into the hole of your ass bit by bit.

“Hah.. y-Y/N..”

You restlessly releasing muffling moans of your own, hands clawing at the covers beneath you, the sting pains of his erection scraping at your clamped walls. With a rocking motion, he moved, neon turquoise nails hugging at your curves, the silky feeling of his thighs rubbing against yours with every hit of his pelvis to the flesh of your ass.

“P-poor baby~ can’t sleep.. hah.. now needing to use master to get yourself off to knock yourself out? How dirty.. ah-aah..”

He couldn’t help but whimper at your words, it wasn’t the first time he had came over, on his knees, staring up prettily by your feet for a chance to relish himself. His ass high, face smushed within the sheets of your bed, white spilling over the crooks of his ass, trailing down his thighs, pooling the mattress. Yet after more weeks of him waiting at the frame of your bed, you finally gave him permission satisfy his urges with the use of your own body. He couldn’t be happier.

“..close- hah~ lowe you- love y-you so.. ah- so much~”

Head snuggling further into crevices of your back, soft lips ghosting over your sweat smeared skin. A silent moan caught within the confines of his throat, his back arching, brain envisioning white flares as he relishes the savory act of his release. Hazy lilac trailing down, eyeing the overflowing fluids leaking down your calves, the spot in between darkening, soaking in the cum.

“Belphie, stay for tonight, why don’t ‘chu?”

You hushed, gripping at the hands of the demon, who in turn was just about to retract himself from your bodily warmth, instead was now pulled closer, forcing his hardening tip to rub against your prostate. Fingers lacing over his own, dragging his pearly knuckles towards your lips, leaving feathery kisses to each. Without the strength to fight, he forfeit, draping himself at you from behind.

With how much you pamper him, no wonder he alway comes back for more~

[bite-sized-devil]

The Obey me! boys singing I want it that way by the back street boys to MC

Lucifer: "You are"

Mammon & Levi: *fighting to sound louder* "my fire:

Satan: "The one"

Asmo: *super dramatic high note* "DESIREEEE"

Beel and Belphie: "believe when "we" say

Diavolo: *bursting through the door* "I WANT IT THAT WAAAAY"

MC: *slams down tea cup* "TELL ME WHYYYYYY"

[hidansdarling]

𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕞𝕒𝕤 𝔻𝕒𝕪 #𝟛- 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙 ℝ𝕚𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘  

ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: 𝔹𝕖𝕝𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕘𝕠𝕣 𝕩 𝕗𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 ℂ𝕨: 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙 𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕓𝕧, 𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕒 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕟𝕥 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: ~ 𝟙.𝟘 𝕜 ℝ𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕝𝕤 𝕓𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕖, 𝕀 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕦 𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪<𝟛

The Avatar of Sloth truly lived up to his name. 

You’d bet money on the fact that you saw him sleeping more than you saw him awake. Most times, this didn’t bother you, you knew what you signed up for when you agreed to start dating the laziest demon in the Devildom. 

But other times, this factor was your greatest hindrance. 

“Belphie, are you awake?” You whispered, gently shaking his shoulder in an attempt to make sure he would be. 

He groaned, flipping to his other side to try to deter you from further interrupting his nap. 

Frustrated, you tried again, moving to the other side of the bed just to receive the same reaction. 

You were desperate and annoyed, and your clit was absolutely aching for his attention. But you weren’t going to give up yet. 

“Okay, I guess I’ll just get in bed and join you.” You said sweetly, pleased to watch as he moved over to make room for you. In an attempt to entice him, you stripped, discarding each piece of clothing before crawling into bed with him completely naked. You practically had to peel your soaked panties off your core, the idea making you feel even hotter as you pressed yourself against him. 

Belphie sighed as he wrapped his arm around your midsection, his thumb running across your soft skin as he relaxed. With a sense of faux innocence, you moved back against him, causing him to grip your hip. 

You’d successfully piqued his interest as he discovered the lack of clothing, but he wasn’t going to give in yet. 

“You’re a troublemaker.” He murmured, his lips moving to press a few light kisses to your neck and shoulder as he allowed you to continue to grind against his hardening cock. 

“I don’t know what you mean.” You responded, excitement filling you as your mind ran wild with the possibilities of what could happen next. 

“You wanted my attention.” He stated matter-of-factly, rolling onto his back before tugging on your arm, encouraging you to roll over. “You got it, but now you’re gonna put on a show for me.” 

“And how am I gonna do that?” You asked, brows furrowing with confusion. 

He said nothing as a smirk adorned his sleepy features, further guiding you onto his thigh before he relaxed back into a lazy seated position, his hands behind his head to get a clear view of all of you. Your cheeks heat up as you straddle his thigh, your soaked slit already making a mess of him as you make contact. 

“I think you know.” His expression doesn’t change as he tenses his thigh, the stimulation sending electricity through your body. “Make yourself cum, princess. Then you’ll get what you want.” 

“Y-You want me to… and you want to watch?” You question, a mixture of nervous excitement flowing through you as you contemplate the idea, feeling both a little insecure and a little intrigued by the idea.

“Yep, I do.” He brings one hand down to grip your hip, encouraging you to begin grinding against his thigh. “Only good girls get to cum, remember princess?”

You nod, biting down on your lip as you begin to move your hips in rhythm with his encouragement. The way his skin brushes against your achy clit feels so good, the embarrassment melting away with each wave of pleasure that travels through your body. 

He lets go as you begin rutting against him faster, your arms locking around his shoulders to steady yourself.

 Quickly, you find yourself lost in your own pleasure, soft moans of his name leaving your lips as you chase your high. He palms his erection as he watches you, his other hand coming down to give your ass a firm squeeze. 

“F-fuck, Belphie, I need you.” You whine, desperately rutting against him as vigorously as you could. “Please touch me, please.” 

“Soon, baby.” He coos, moving his hand back to your hip to help you move faster. “You’re doing so good baby, tell me how it feels.” 

“S-so good.” You respond between moans, breathless as his help gets you so close to the edge, but still not yet enough to get you over. “But y-you’re better, please.”

Belphie was almost ready to give in, but he knew with a little more encouragement, you’d give him exactly the show he wanted. His other hand gripped your other side, strong arms steadying your pace as you faltered, your desperate whines and pleas only furthering his desire to see you fall apart like this. 

Tears pricked your eyes as the aching within you only heightened. You needed him, you needed him deep inside you more than ever. Your orgasm seems to build and build but never releases you into bliss. Allowing him to take over, you bring your hands up to cup your breasts, rolling your nipple between two fingers. 

This is all you needed before your vision went white, your body begins to shake with pleasure as Belphie continued to move your stuttering hips against his soaked skin, your loud cries reverberating throughout the room. Belphie couldn’t take his eyes off your beauty as you reached your peak, your eyes shutting tightly as your body threatened to crumble as it shook. 

Gently, he laid you down on the bed next to him, pressing soft kisses on every inch of your skin that he could reach as he climbed over your frame. 

“So good for me, so damn beautiful.” He mumbled between kisses, his hands already traveling to your most sensitive spots. 

“B-Belphie-” You whined, gently pulling his gaze to meet yours. 

As his face adorned an impish expression, a naughty look gleamed in his eye. 

“You better be ready for your reward, princess. I can’t let my girl go unsatisfied.” 

He wasn’t about to let up now, you’d only just gotten started. Before the day was over, he’d be sure that you had more than enough of your fill of him.

[renenenenee]

Heart 1 - Belphegor 0.

belphie doesn't like love, he can't love. he's far too sleepy for it. he could swear that his heart doesn't waver around you, it doesn't bend his own logic just to be with you. no, it's just... uhm... begging to sleep. yeah... yeah... yeah....

♡. ) belphegor x reader (gender doesn't really matter)

‎‎‎‎belphegor is the youngest amongst his 7 brothers. constantly spoiled and adored, (though... not when he angers lucifer with one of his pranks... he doesn't get away with those).

for, what seems like, eons - he believed that was all the love he needed. he didn't need more, and definitely couldn't afford to lose more. he kept his heart closed, out of business, retired.

sure, he's had friends here and there - he's had dreams where he romanticizes what that special someone would look like. but no. it never goes further than that.

a blank, faceless, almost blurry figure, barely a person - barely an identity. that's as close to a lover he'll get.

it feels... almost fairytale like. he swore, he swore that he's never yearned for love and attention like the fifth born. he swore he'd never give anyone the sight of his loving and caring eyes just like how the fourth born would look like when he wanted to calm his anger with a stray cat.

he swore, he swore that his heart was definitely locked. that the key had ceased to exist. but yet... you never found that key. you made it.

love is impossible, no, he thought it was impossible for him. he's lost so much, he's guarded so much, he's been through so much and yet- and yet, you are an anomaly in his life.

just.. why do you cling onto him? why do you yearn for his attention? his approval? his validation?

just what is your game? he wonders. just what exactly do you want? he can't offer strength, he's the lowest amongst his brothers when it comes to power. and he's definitely not high in status, not when the future king of devildom is the ace amongst your card deck of relationships.

even when you saved him, you saved him from his own brother - what... what did you even gain?

he swore, he could've sworn that he'd never open his heart to someone - especially not to someone this stupid. but yet... you've shown him a shade of rose he never thought he could see.

contemplating for what seemed like the billionth time today, a mere sigh leaves his lips. he never found himself to think this much. but here he is. thinking about why his heart bends backwards, troubling him so much just to love you?- ... what? belphegor sits up straight, his rational side trying their hardest to cool down the burning passionate side of him - a side he thought had died so long ago.

"just... what did i... what did i mean?..." he mutters, so low and deeply - not even the wind had heard it. but then an annoying sound was heard, he heard it - that stupid.. stupid sound in movies, described oh so adoringly in books.

that damn bump.

he curses under his breath, his heart is starting to jump - excited that it no longer needs to bend so backwards, jumping through the hoops of denial to justify the existence of his feelings.

"stop.. just.. stop.." he clenches his chest, wanting nothing but that heart to stop jumping so much. it's almost as if the dream of becoming an older brother had come true, except - it was his heart acting like the younger brother instead.

his cheeks, painted in the colors of the rose you had gifted to his heart. he curses under his breath, he started a war that he'd lose. just, calm down - stop thinking and just maybe sooth yourself to sleep. yeah, that'll work, that always works-

"ow."

belphegor reached for the back side of his head, "just what was that?" he looks down to see a sadly crumbled up paper ball. confused and curious, he looks up to see -

drat. you are definitely NOT the person he wants to see right now in his time of crisis. but.. even as a demon, was he cruel enough to reject your pathetic and definitely not adorable attempt at sneakily getting his attention? silly human. the teacher will get us in trouble.

and plus, he'll let it go just this once since your even making the effort to look at him so worriedly - like you're actually concerned. pfft. laughable.

the crinkly sound of the paper being slowly opened, revealing the hidden details inside. just what message lurks beneath the strings of ink?

"are you okay?"

belphegor tries to stifle a laughter. for some reason, even as the sleepiest and laziest of his brothers - even he was aware of your caring self. the you who never stops to look back at the people, err, demons.

this was so like you, and it was so like belphegor to shrug it off. his feelings, that is. the words he wants to say, the letters his fingers wouldn't let inked.

his heart says "i'm okay, thanks for always worrying." instead, he writes "what does it matter to you?" ah. that feels a bit too mean. he scribbles it away, he doesn't like how you trouble him but he isn't one to scare you away. sometimes.

"why do you care?" ah- his mind got ahead of him. he meant to write something else. he scribbles it again. "bye." ?, that's a bit weird. not to mention a little off topic. he'll scrap it away. "yeah im fine. i was just thinking of yoᨒ" nope. definitely not that.

ugh, it's a bit embarrassing how into this he's getting. thinking of the words he wants to say, the words he's always stuck on. even imagining your reactions to what he'd theoretically say.

oh- but dont mistake it. he doesn't mean anything. nope, not even a single one of them. just... think of this as a simulation. yeah, just a game of pretend.

eventually, the paper has no room for himself to write - let alone for you to continue. instead, he tears a paper from his notebook. fully knowing that lucifer would sigh in disappointment. oh well, it's not like he doesn't enjoy that sight of his elder brother.

in the small paper, he's contemplating. what is his response to... uh... whatever you wrote before. he's thinking, even more than usual. from a distance, even his teacher is a bit unnerved from how passionate he looks about their class. huh, i guess the avatar of sloth likes learning about caterpillars.

agh, but this is starting to get ridiculous!? there's so much but so little in his head, what does he mean to say?! just pick one, just say something, just-

belphegor, with a blank almost lifeless expression, writes his very awaited reply.

" -_- "

.... it's the best he can come up with. he sighs at his pathetic state. ah whatever, he'll sleep it all away later so he shouldn't mind it all too much.

he looks up to notice that - everyone is gone? huh? where did everyone go? he could've sworn that people were just chattering about and the teacher going off about the lesson. and yet... it's just him.

but no, that's only a mistruth. once he looks back, he sees you. dutifully awaiting for him, even when you didn't need to. everyone has gone off and yet.. hah. it's laughable, so laughable how patient and dumb you are. so... laughable how cute you are for him.. ah- he misspoke, definitely.

he hands you the paper, almost embarrassed how shameless and rude he's being about your concern - oh. right. that's why he's even writing a reply to you.

he mentally face palms, gosh he's so stupid. it's all because of his feelings that he got carried away and totally forgot about why he's even thinking so much about his words. stupid, stupid, stupid-

he perks up, his head jolts up and he's unknowingly fighting back a smile. a smile that threatens him to reply to the sound of your laughter. the melodic sound of your happiness. hah.. how ironic, he's been calling you laughable this entire time and yet... in truth, he's been the pathetic one here.

"s-sorry... haha, it's great to see you looking better again. i was worried about you earlier" you finally ceased your laughter, and look at him adoringly - like you always have.

agh. he swore he won against his heart, he swore that he won the battle. and yet... his heart won the war.

heart 1 - belphegor 0.

[kpop-otome-yandere-here]

Mc: How do you keep an idiot waiting?

Belphie: I don't know, how?

Mc: I'll tell you later.

Belphie: Okay...

[30 mins later]

Belphie: Wait a damn second...

[hungrypuppiey]

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Fandom: Obey me

Characters: Belphegor, Beelzebub, fem!reader

Tags: cuddles, cuddling, hugs, tw period, tw menstruation, fluff, domestic maybe?, familiar??, period cramps

Author notes: im on my period so now is time for a very needy period post, im so lonely and i can't take the idea of having those two adorable demons cuddling with me and taking care of me (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

Also, don't mind if there's some translation problems, my native language is portuguese and i still learning english, im also very sleepy rn so i didn't beta read what a just wrote down hehe

Belphie..

Belphie.

"Belphie wake up please" a voice tried to get his attention within his consciousness. The demon rolled his eyes behind his lids, opening only half of one eye, seeing his human's face.

"Hmm?"

"Can I lie on you? Please"

"Because?"

"I'm in those days." Oh. He remembered when you gave them a little lecture about how hard being a human is, your body was disgusted with yourself for not getting the baby it wanted.

"Bleeding?"

"Yeah, now open your arms, please"

"So needy" Belphie said, but he opened his arms, sighing as you snuggled into his inviting warmth, your right hand resting on top of your half-swollen stomach from the internal pains caused by a churning uterus, while your left hand held tight. strength in the shirt he wore, even so tense and full of pain, you rested your head on his arm while breathing in the common scent of belphie, somehow this lazy demon smelled really good, comforting.

The two of you still like that for a long while, you weren't really sleepy, you just wanted something to cling to and snuggle in this moment that you considered the most fragile moment of your month. It was so quiet you thought he'd fallen asleep again, but when you lifted your head, he was still awake, looking at you with those beautiful dark eyes.

"It hurts?"

"It hurts." You felt the pain under your hand, it felt like you had a heavy anvil inside your stomach dropping its weight on top of you more and more.

Gradually you curled up in Belphie's arms, and he held you the entire time.

"Belphie?" A new voice entered the room, it was Beelzebub, for some reason his voice was low.

"Yea?"

"She is sleeping?" Footsteps were heard, you just curled up more, everything hurt, every kind of noise made you sensitive, it felt too hot, too sickening, God what did you do wrong to be in this situation every single month?

"No."

"She is fine?" Beel seemed to notice her discomfort, curled up like a ball armadillo, you just turned your head to look at Beel, again saw the dark eyes, this time on the ginger.

"Are you?" Belphie asked to you.

"I feel like I'm dying"

"Why??"

"She said it is that time of the month. The period"

"Oh" Beelzebub stopped beside the bed; "Can I join you?"

"Two heat packs are better then one" you laughed for a moment, nodding your head to let him in.

"Here" Beel got into bed, cuddling with you and Belphie, both used to it, your back turned to Beelzebub, he was careful not to look like a pervert as he glued his body to yours, all now together, you felt inside a hot dog, two buns on each side and you were the meat in the middle. It was so warm and comforting, a joyful sigh came out of you.

"Thank you two, I feel much better"

"Right? we should do this more often, it's good," Beel commented, closing his eyes as he felt your pain-weary body go limp, lying down with a sloth and a warm bear made you sleepy.

"We sure do."

[lou-struck]

Re: Enchanted Pudding Part 2

Obey Me! x MC!

Featuring Satan, Asmo, Beel, and Belphie.

~ I loved the Enchanted Pudding Devilgram story and wanted to do what I think the brothers and the Datables would do if they had uninterrupted time with MC after they accidentally had a bite of Lunatic pudding.

Part 1, 3

Satan~

It’s the avatar of Wrath who finds you hiding away in the RAD Library after getting tricked into eating a bite of the forbidden Lunatic Pudding. The large doors are thick enough to block the smell of your increased pheromone production from the demons outside. His heart skips a beat at your quick thinking but the Wrath inside of him thrashes angrily at the thought of someone doing this to you on purpose.

But the look of distress that you are adorning on your cute face is enough to stifle those urges for now, he just needs to get you somewhere else that is a little safer than a school of Demons with less composure than himself. But your scent makes his head spin in the best way as his cheeks turn pinker by the second.

He thinks about curling up next with you in his lap as he reads a book by the fire back in the safety and comfort of his own library.

"Let's get out of here MC," he says comfortingly as he scoops you up into his arms as if you are a lost kitten. "I know somewhere we can spend some time together, just the two of us."

With that he sneaks you through the campus scaring any lesser demon that gets too close to you so that you can spend some uninterrupted time together.

Asmodeus~

Asmo gets all sorts of gifts from his fans and admirers. It is so much that he can hardly keep track of every box of chocolate or bouquet of flowers that is passed in his direction. He loves all the love sent his way and he has no problems sharing a few sweets with you when you come up to his room for selfcare night.

You're both adoring face masks as you dig through one of his many gift baskets pulling out something chocolatey in a pretty little glass jar. Curiously he takes off the lid and has a little bite.

"Mmmmmm, Mc you have to try this." he gushes holding out his spoon for you to take a bite.

As soon as you taste the sweet, your big smile quickly turns to a look of concern as you notice how familiar the taste is. After explaining to the Avatar of Lust what is happening he feels guilty, but the increase of your pheromones is getting to him as he struggles to think straight. His face turns blush pink and he pulls you closer to him.

If you thought Asmo was affectionate before, his touchiness is multiplied tenfold. He doesn't leave you alone at all. He always has to be touching you in some way, handholding, cuddles, surprise kiss attacks. The only exception being when you had to go to the restroom and you could practically see his pout through the wall of the bathroom.

Beelzebub~

Beel loves to share food with you on your movie nights, THe fridge is raided and its contents are laid out on the floor as you settle in next to him on the couch. The avatar of gluttony is currently enjoying a pudding cup that he swears he's had before. But it is too dark to properly make out the label of the sweet.

“Mc,” he says softly, “Open up, this is really good.” 

With a giggle you take a bite before you realize that the pudding tastes a bit too familiar. In a flash you turn on a light to read the label. It’s Lunatic Pudding…

You squeak out something about how you have to go, but the Pudding is already affecting you and the Demon next to you. He inhales deeply as his normal gluttony is replaced with a hunger that tightens his heart.

“I’m sorry MC, but I feel strange.” He says placing his large hands on your shoulders, “I just want to hold you against me and not let anyone else touch you. Please, will you stay here with me? I can protect you..”

Even in this state, you can't help but feel safe with the orange haired Demon as you let him pull you closer to him. He is entirely focused on you instead of the snacks or the movie on the screen as he keeps his head buried in the crook of you neck planting a few kisses on the skin as you are lulled to sleep.

Belphegor~

You are the only thing the Youngest Brother can think about as he sleepily stumbles through the darkened hallway of the House of Lamination.

His DDD was dead after forgetting to plug it in to charge before his nap so he missed any messages from you or his brothers regarding your current situation.

If he had, he would’ve seen the messages about how you accidentally were given a container of Lunatic pudding during lunch and were to be Locked up safely inside the house of lamination until the effects come to pass.

But he didn't and the smell of your increased pheromones' led him right to you. Right when he lays his eyes on you he notices that you look a bit panicked to see that you are not alone in the house.

As you explain what happened to you, he is having trouble focusing on your words. All he wants to do is warp you up in underneath a mountain of blankets and keep you there for as long as possible. With your permission he gently takes your hand and leads you up to the observatory so the two of you can have a nap under the stars. 

[essencering]

↳ summary: a quiet moment in bed is shared between the two of you and belphegor realizes just how much he loves you and you respond.

↳ Tags: Gender Neutral Reader, Belphegor (Obey Me!), Spoilers for Lesson 16, SFW.

writer's blurp: just a little belphegor short because idk i feel like he would have a lot of feelings about being able to just exist in the reader's space after lesson 16 which never leaves my brain.

"I love you so much I could tear you apart." the words escape the tight seal of Belphegor's lips while watching you doze off.

"Why haven't you?" your voice is heavy with sleep, and you fight it to say something back to him. How stubborn, how human, how cute.

Your response gives Belphegor pause, fingers running through your hair, trailing down your neck before turning you to face him. You are fighting sleep, eyes drooping, and pliant in his hands.

"Because I've already done it once. I'm lucky because I get to hold you in my arms right now. And if I did… then I wouldn't be able to hold you in my arms tomorrow."

Belphegor could feel how his face warmed at his own words all while seeing and feeling your face light up.

Leaning forward to kiss him. It's the closest he's felt to Heaven in centuries, but in this moment in your bed, surrounded by your warmth he decides that this is Heaven for him.