#obey me Belphegor x Reader

[misc-obeyme]

cc. your tags on the boudoir post. MAMMON recieving an album of those photos. i'd love to hear your thoughts on his reaction (and everyone else's, if you're feeling particularly inspired?)

Ah, Daisy, my dear, thank you for asking!

I apologize for this late response, but I knew I was gonna be getting wordy with this one. Because I looove the boudoir photos idea in general and OH MAN just thinking about all their reactions is making me crazy lol. I was going to just do my regular sort of response, but this turned into full on headcanons oops.

So just in case anyone missed it, here is the original post!

My thoughts change a little bit depending on whether MC is present when the characters receive the pictures, so I included both! I only did the bros but I might be willing to do the rest upon request!

the brothers react to MC giving them an album of boudoir photos

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: suggestive but that's about it, nothing explicit

Lucifer

When you're with him, Lucifer is calm and courteous, but with a flare of arrogance. Of course you would give him such a special gift. It's only natural that you would trust such intimacies to him.

He asks you if you're trying to tell him something. Has he perhaps been neglecting you, MC? Did you give him this so that he wouldn't be able to help himself? He's onto you.

No matter your reason, he can't look through too many of the pictures before wanting the real thing that's sitting right next to him. Tell him you still have some of that lingerie in your possession. Especially if you happen to have some in his colors.

If you aren't with him, he's going to be a lot less arrogant in general. He will find you later, make no mistake. But he's honestly so touched by your gift that he spends a lot of time looking through the album, simply admiring you.

Mammon

Mammon is freaking out no matter where you are the time. If you're with him, it's definitely a lot worse. Blushing profusely. Opens the album then slams it shut because he can't handle looking at it for very long.

You can't help but giggle at his reaction and then it's all stop laughin' at him MC!! You'll need to take his hands or maybe kiss his cheek, let him know that you genuinely just wanted to give him a nice gift, you aren't trying to tease him or anything.

Ask him if he likes it. You'll get a serious response. Calms down enough to say 'course he likes it. Likes it so much, he suddenly can't keep his hands off you.

If you aren't with him at the time, he buries it under his pillow or otherwise hides it because this is now one of his treasures and nobody gets to see it but him!

Leviathan

Levi is another one who'd be a blushing mess no matter what, but if you're there at the time, he might retreat to his room and not let you in. He needs that barrier between you because if he sees you right now, his heart will explode.

He'll let you back in eventually, but it might be a minute. He needs to calm down. Are you trying to kill him, MC?! Even when he does let you in, he can't look at you directly. He's probably covering his face with his hands.

Reassure him that you gave these photos to him because you trust him with them. They're personal, intimate, and you want him to be close to you. He's going to calm down the more you talk to him. Pull his hands away from his face and when he sees the sincerity in your eyes, it flips a switch. Might even slip into demon form just to wrap his tail around you possessively.

If you're not with him at the time, he's going to need to take care of that raging boner of his right away. He won't be able to focus on anything else until he does. He's so embarrassed, he has to watch several episodes of Ruri Hana to recalibrate.

Satan

He will try to keep his expression unreadable. He's not having any over the top reactions, but as he flips through the photos, he keeps getting redder and redder. You're sitting right next to him, how can he not react? At some point, he has to close the album because he feels like he's looking at something he shouldn't.

Satan is quiet about how flustered he is, but he's having a hard time looking at you. He tries to say something and incomprehensible lines about how beautiful you are fall from his lips. He sounds like a broken record of spoken word poetry or perhaps a very drunk beat poet.

Recovers himself after a minute. As soon as he's composed, you're in his arms. You knew what this would do to him, didn't you, MC? You'll find yourself pressed up against the nearest wall in moments.

If you're not with him, Satan will tuck your album into a stack of his other books. He thinks it's well hidden there - in plain sight. But he's hyper aware of it. Keeps coming back to look at it. Ends up having to put it on the bottom of a stack behind a different stack to make it more difficult to get to.

Asmodeus

Thrilled. Absolutely thrilled in every way. Oh, wow, MC, you look amazing. He's breathless. He's entranced. He's even blushing because he knows what it means that you've given these to him. He's so in love with you, he can't stand it.

Asks you about everything you may be wearing. Comments on the skill of the photographer. Tells you that next time, you should do one together. He has so many ideas. He wants to do one where all you're wearing is jewelry - bright and sparkling, just like your soul.

Covers you in kisses. He's not shy about how this is making him feel, how much he wants you. He just wants to see your beautiful figure here and now in real life, MC! Won't you let him worship you?

If you're not with him, he will find you immediately so he can say all of the things he needs to say in that moment. You can't leave him alone with all these feelings, both physical and emotional. He brings them all to you without hesitating.

Beelzebub

It might take him a minute to understand exactly what he's looking at, mostly because he's never even heard of this. He doesn't know what a boudoir photo shoot is, so you might have to explain it to him. Once he understands, he starts lightly blushing as he looks through them. His expression is serious because he's beginning to see just how special this is.

Honestly surprised that you would give him something so intimate. He's touched. He's going to hug it to himself and look at you with tears in his eyes because he can't believe how lucky he is.

Give him another couple minutes to look through them and then he's having different feelings. He's not sure if he can hold back, MC. Tell him it's okay, that you don't want him to, and you'll find yourself on your back on his bed in zero seconds flat. You're quickly reminded why he's the Avatar of Gluttony.

If you're not with him at the time, he will figure things out on his own, though he'll have a plethora of questions for you later. He keeps it close to him at all times until you answer them because he knows one thing for sure - he doesn't want anyone else seeing these.

Belphegor

Oh, he sees what you're playing at. Trying to fluster him, are you, MC? Trying to rile him up? Are you sure you can handle him when you do that? He's so wound up by the gift he can't act normal about it. He's actually very touched by it, but he's not sure how to deal with the feelings, so he comes on too strong.

You laugh because to you, this is expected. You understand that this is Belphie's way of dealing with his own shyness. You respond by meeting him with just as much intensity. It's all kisses and touching and fumbling in the dark.

It's only later, when both of you are calm, when you're nestled in his arms, that he admits to you how much it means to him. That he tells you how he'll cherish the album you gave him. That he says he's stunned by how gorgeous you are, even more brilliant that the stars in the sky.

If you aren't with him at the time, you'll be dealing with a petulant but horny demon later on. He's going to be annoyed at you for leaving it for him and then not being there when it inevitably turns him on. Just as possessive as his brothers, he hides it in the attic where no one is likely to find it.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[ollie-lolly]

Hiya, Ollie! Hope you're doing good whenever ya read this. And if you're not, I have a fluffy request for you:

For the Brothers and dateables, where would they take someone for their first date, what would they do, and how would the day/night end?

Sending you hugs and cuddles, friend! Have a great day/night! ♡

Authors note: Hi I know you’ve requested this in September and I haven’t been writing in FOREVER, but I’m so happy I am finally feeling up for it again! Enjoy!! I’ll just start with the brothers first, if people still think I write decently after all these months I’ll write the letter rest! Also 700+ followers WOW I love y’all.

Lucifer💙

He likes his everything dates very organised. He plans everything out to a tea, he knows he will win you over, but it takes time if he wants you to love him exactly in the way he already fell for you. I think he would take you to a museum, then to a restaurant he somehow knew you wanted to try the food from. Making a reservation to guarantee the best table. He will subtly compliment you throughout the whole day. As a subtle way to tell you he is having a great time. At the end he will walk you to your room and bid you goodnight. His lips touching your knuckles as he kissed your hand. He is the eldest brother, but that doesn’t hold him back from thinking about you all night after the date ended. 

Mammon💛

He will NEVER admit he was nervous even asking you out, but you knew. He likes to be flexible on his dates. Really going with the flow while subtly showing off how much he likes you. I’m mostly thinking of him taking you out to go shopping together, while he secretly takes pictures for the things you find ‘to expensive’ so he could buy you them later when he will make sure his debt declines. Then if you’re that kinda person going dancing together! Either way I think you two will both end up a little tipsy at the end, Mammon accidentally giving you a kiss on the cheek as he drops you off. Remembering when he finally fully sobered up in the dead of night. He would text you about it the next morning, preying you didn’t mind and maybe would want him to give one on the lips next time.

Leviathan🧡

I’d like to think he asked to hangout in his room and if you ask if it is a date, he would throw his phone the moment he replied with: “If you’d be okay with it!”. Safe to say he is scared shitless at just the thought. He preys Asmo will help him with the fact he is sweating buckets. It will most likely be a date in his room, watching a movie or playing a video game with him you expressed interest in. He can’t even enjoy the movie or video game most of the time, because he is constantly worrying if you’re enjoying yourself or not. I think he could finally calm down the moment he would see you smile while eating the take-out you and him ordered. If you ever suggest feeding him some of your food he will be flustered and nod. Avoiding eye contact as you feed him. When the date ends he tries not to be sad you’re leaving already.

Satan💚

He finds your comfort the most important thing at all times. He is extremely considerate, who said chivalry is dead? Because then he would be dead. He is still a little nervous, but that’s because you’re so attractive to him. The date will most likely be to a book store where the two of you would pick a book for each other to read. I think then he would take you to a cat cafe. Him paying all of it with a smile. Just don’t give the cats all your attention, because he wil get a little jealous. I think he would ask to hold your hand on the later part of the date, giving you his jacket as you two walk beside a river on the way home.

Asmodeus🩷

He is over the moon. He will must look his best because he wants you to be entranced by him every second that he is with you. From the outfit, the perfume, the make up and the hair. Everything is top notch. When he sees you, in his mind you couldn’t look better. It doesn’t matter if you choose something more simple to wear and he definitely lets you know how he feels. Our sweet Asmo is most likely taking you to shop together then a self care spa at the end. He is quite touchy the whole time if you don’t mind that of course. Holding onto your arm, complimenting you, he might as well yell to the whole world he is madly in love with you. He might take you to his room by the end if you’re comfortable with it.

Beelzebub❤️

He wil be smiling throughout it all. When you would meet up at the spot he would have his usual blank face, the moment he would see you his sweet smile would appear. His bouquet of sunflowers in his slightly happy and nervous shaking hands as he gave it to you. I think you and him would do a workout class or go to a sports game together. He really pays attention to the things you like and talk about as you two talk in between breaks. Taking you to eat your favourite foods at the end and sharing desserts.

Belphegor💜

This sneaky little cow is most likely showing you the stars constellations in the planetarium on your first date. Little picknick blanket laid out as he would explain all your questions about the stars. Having lavender and chamomile tea and biscuits beside the two of you. The conversation eventually deepening to the thoughts in your heads to the memories the both of you have collected over the years. Belphie eventually placing his beloved cow pillow under your heads as the sleepiness slowly overpowers any nerves you might have had. Holding your hand as the two of you drift to sleep under the starry night above.

[belphieslavenderscentedpillow]

Belphie: pretending to fall asleep

MC: putting belphies head on their shoulder

Satan: you know he’s just pretending to sleep right?

MC: Shhhh! Belphie’s sleeping

Belphie: sticks out his tongue at Satan

Satan: he literally struck his tongue out at me

MC: be quiet Satan!

Satan:

[obeythebutler]

Hi! I'm new to your blog so I apologize if I mess anything up.

Could I request MC surprising the brothers with a feast they accidentally cooked up because they were worried that there worried that their wouldn't be enough food for the brothers?

It's 7:30am and his brother still aren't ready for RAD.

Hell, they haven't even stepped down for breakfast. Even Beel, never the one to miss it is missing.

Did all his brothers decide to skip today's classes? Were they orchestrating some other useless prank?

Lucifer stares at his watch, waiting. If they don't come down in the next five minutes he's going to leave them at home and give them detention. Maybe he'll have to pull Mammon out of his bed again, or carry Belphegor down the stairs.

The thought of dragging his brothers like sacks of potatoes down the stairs makes his head ache. It’s always been like this, him caving in so easily to his brothers demands, being so lax on them.

The saving grace is the human exchange student.

MC.

They're on breakfast duty today, and Lucifer can smell the pleasant hint of roasted hellfire mushrooms. Cinnamon too. They've always been a diligent person when it comes to their work.

Unlike his brothers.

Sigh.

"If you all don't hurry up, the food is going to get cold!" Their voice rings from the kitchen, and Lucifer opens his mouth to give one last reprimand to his brothers, to hurry up and come down before he drags them.

There's a blur besides him then, a flurry of moment that messes up his perfectly styled hair.

"Food cooked by the human! I call dibs on it, I'm the great Mammon after all!"

The eldest gawks at his brother, perhaps in disbelief or surprise, and then fixes his hair in resignation. Whatever makes him be on time, his scoldings or MC's voice.

Lucifer rolls his shoulders, steps forward to get into the dining hall instead of the hallway, but then he senses footsteps on the stairs. Five pairs of shoes, each distinguishable from the other.

His brothers are a blur as they surpass him to get to the dining hall.

What the—

At this point, all the man can do is to slap his palm on his forehead.

They won't listen to him, but they'll willingly rush to the dining hall when MC calls, huh? For the sake of hell and everything that is corrupted, they're such simps that its intolerable to watch.

As soon as he steps in though, Lucifer is rendered speechless by the sight in front of him. So are the brothers.

There's just.....so many plates of food. Creamed Bonnacon, Devil Zebra Bacon Sandwich, Hell Pancakes, and that doesn't even cover it. Blood Strawberries, Caramel Shadow Tart, Ghost Watermelon....It's a feast fit for a banquet, and it must have taken so much time to cook all that...

"T-That's......that's just like that anime! Where the main character cooks up a feast for their roommates because they didn't want them to go hungry so they woke up at the crack of—"

"Shut yer mouth Levi." Mammon says, although there is no irritation in his tone as he gapes at the dining table. He can spot some of his favorite foods, given that there are plates and plates of them. He mentioned some of his favorite things to eat to MC long time back, but he didn't think that they would remember.

The fourth-born has a smile on his face now, as he stares at the cat drawn on his pancake with blueberry syrup. It's so cute.

He remembers MC placing some pots and utensils on the table the night before, stating that it would be less time-consuming in mornings given the rush.

His cheeks feel hot.

"Now, darling, that is quite a feast you have cooked up for us!" Asmodeus hangs behind MC's shoulder as he compliments them. There is still flour on their cheeks, and so he wipes it away from them using his thumb, earning squawks of protest from both Levi and Mammon. "Thank you so much! This is soo going on Devilgram!"

"I thought the usual wouldn't be enough," They mumble, nervously shifting their gaze from the brothers to the table. Asmo's weight on their shoulders is a comfortable one, yet the intense scrutiny they are subjected to makes them want to hide away. "Next thing I knew was that I kept adding and adding ingredients until I realised what I did. So you better finish it all."

Belphegor giggles. "That won't be a problem." He can sense his twin's growing hunger at the sight of the feast before him, and food does taste better when cooked by your loved ones. The demon is glad that he chose to be on time today.

Wait, Beel was right besides him, he isn't here....

"Woah—" MC can only stumble out the words as they are caught off guard when pulled into a hug by the sixth born. He's tall, and so warm. "Easy there!"

"Thank you MC!" Beel's voice is full of happiness, and he can't help but hug them for it. He knows his gluttony is a lot to handle, and it causes a lot of trouble for others, but them going out of their way to make extra efforts and ensuring that he and his brothers won't go hungry makes him feel loved.

He'll wait this time, to eat with MC.

"At what time did you wake up to cook all of this?"

You turn your head towards Satan, who is now besides you. Gazing at you ever so softly. "I woke up around three, couldn't sleep since I had drunk a lot of coffee the night before."

"Your sleep schedule will be messed up if you continue," He reprimands you, but his tone is light.

"Thank you for ensuring that we all don't go hungry though." Lucifer smiles as he says that.

Maybe this is what home is.

You and the brothers, cooking too much and enjoying it nevertheless. Casual conversation drifting across the table, with Hell coffee as bitter as ever, packing some for Purgatory Hall residents and leaving together for RAD as the gates to the house close behind you all in remembrance.

[lovebelphie]

☆ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ☆

feat. mammon, belphegor, leviathan

content warnings: female! reader, fingering (mammon), facesitting (implied) + oral sex (belphie), doggystyle (levi), brief dirty talk, kinda eager/needy levi (implied-ish)

author-note: a certain someone is making a comeback after finally deciding to restart <3 anyways heyyy loves! (｡ゝ∀・)b★

✧.* 𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍 ༉‧₊˚.

it should have been obvious that studying with mammon meant barely even studying. for the most part everything kept being repeated more than twice. you were studying for an exam that was rather important. insisting y’all needed to study hard.

only to end up seated on mammon’s lap during your break with your legs wide and his fingers pumping into your tight cunt. your moans and shaky hands holding up the flash cards you were trying to study. “come on, be a good girl and relax~” he whispered into your ear. “i think we deserve a reward for all that studying.”

✧.* 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑 ༉‧₊˚.

not once has he ever studied for an exam despite his good grades. it was difficult to believe. still you went to him in hopes that he’d help you somehow. despite him not interested in studying at all. you even had to stop him from napping a few times.

belphie figured if he was helping you, you at least owed him. which is why you found yourself in a compromising position. his tongue licking around your pussy and sucking on your clit. his eyes looking up at you as he held your hips close to his mouth. “if you get the next question right maybe i’ll reward by fucking you~”

✧.* 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 ༉‧₊˚.

sometimes even levi needed help with studying and he figured why not study with you. he thought he learned better with you and also got to hang out with you which was a secret bonus. should’ve realized how easily he’d be distracted while you were in skirt. laying flat on his floor with your legs kicking up in the air making your skirt rise a bit higher.

it was only a matter of time before he threw his notebooks aside and started pounding you from behind. his hands on your waist not even bothering to undress you just pushing your panties to the side and pumping into you like a dog in heat. “you’re such a tease, so much for studying.”

[onyourowndaisymae]

belphegor likes to watch you dream.

it's rare that he's awake when you're not. usually it's the other way around-- he's content catnapping at your side as you go about your day, seeking you out between bouts of sleep just to make sure you're still there, still in the devildom where you belong. you're gone too often, he thinks, and he savors your presence in his own way.

... like watching you sleep. odd, sure, but endearing in its own way.

he finds a strange enjoyment in tapping into your dreams. belphie can feel their edges tickle his skin like the soft fabric of the blanket you share. comfortable. familiar. it's so easy to dip his fingers into the surface, feeling the waves trickle against his skin like ripples in low tide. just to check, he assures himself.

but you're having that dream again. the unpleasant one, full of darkness and discomfort. the hair on the back of his neck stands at attention-- he's awake and coherent, unlike you, but that doesn't stop the full-body sense of unease that sweeps over him. it's not quite a nightmare. yet it's close enough to one that belphie feels the need to step in.

violet eyes glow in the darkness of the attic. if you awoke, you'd be mesmerized by the way they pulse with your heartbeat. belphie sinks into you like a warm bath. his breath syncs with yours, his heart hammering to the beat of your own, until he's sunk low enough into your head to change your dreams.

something good trickles in. discomfort turns to contentment. darkness is chased away in favor of early morning light--in the dead of night, belphie turns your darkest dreams into something lighter, something brighter.

he finally relaxes and slips out of your head once your breaths even out and the furrow disappears from your brow. and with a final content puff, watching your eyelids flutter languidly as you fall back into a deeper sleep, belphegor finally tucks himself by your side once more and lets himself rest.

[minimallyminnie]

Hi! Sorry I haven’t been writing lately! Hopes this makes up for it!

Gn reader, Nightbringer timeframe so you are their attendant, uhhh a bit dark with some of them (Levi, Satan, Twins)

How you show the brothers you care about them even if they don’t remember you.

Lucifer

Though he stays in his room all the time, he does get up to do his daily things outside.

That being said, those days were rare when you could only hear the same album and small hics coming from his room

You remember the album from your time frame, he told you once

You were drinking tea with him and he told you how it was Lilith’s favorite album to play when she was happy

It hurt to see him not go to the table and eat.

So once Beel is out of sight in the kitchen, you go inside, make a plate of dinner and fill up a cup of hot tea for him

You knock twice on the door and set the food down next to the door, covered with foil and sticky note that says

“Lucifer, you should eat more. -[MC]”

You know he’s there when you come back to sweep the hallways and see an empty plate with a cup on top.

You only take the dishes in silent content and wash them in the kitchen.

Happy knowing that Lucifer at least ate.

Lucifer, in his room is working diligently on paperwork. He doesn’t need an…attendant to take care of him.

He’s capable damn it!

He can’t say he’s not capable. His pride doesn’t allow him. To be weak. To ask for help. To apologize.

His pride…has hurt his brothers. Has hurt them so many times. It’s best if he just stays inside and not hurt anyone.

He can’t let them suffer from his problems anymore, that’s how they ended up here.

He hears footsteps outside and is alert instantly, wondering if his brothers need something or if they’re asking for him to eat dinner with them or if they’re complaining about what so ever

But when he hears a gentle clink on the floor outside his room and the footsteps retreating, he knows that it’s you.

Lucifer waits for the footsteps to no longer be heard before he cracks open the door and sees a plate and a glass. He picks them up and locks the door again.

He sees the small sticky note on it and somehow in his cold and closed off heart, his heart warms at the note

He brushes it off before eating and drinking the entire thing, leaving it outside the door where it was previously in a pristine manner.

Now even if you are just an attendant, he won’t try to make your job harder than it is.

Somehow a part of him calls out to him that he just cares about you.

Mammon

His obsession with greed and Grimm has turned up to the max when he got turned into a demon

That being said, since he’s so busy trying to take care of his brothers who are falling apart day by day, he forgets to take a break

Anytime that you tell him, he’ll laugh it off and asks if you think he’s that weak

…you know he’s not weak.

The pain from losing his baby sister, how his brothers are crumbling, Lucifer not coming out of his room, this new home, his new body and wings, his virtue turning to a sin.

A sin that’s going to eventually cause everyone he loves to hate him. He despises his sin of Greed. It’s twisted, it’s malicious, it’s…awful.

Mammon can’t take it anymore but he still endures it for his family.

Just like in your time where he’s being berated left and right. You fall for him all over again.

One day, Mammon forgets to leave his door locked leaving you to come in and sneakily turn off his alarm clock before going back to Cocytus Hall

You do all his tasks for the morning once you get the to the HoL, telling the brothers that he’s just tired today (and he is, not that you’re lying)

When he wakes up and panics, you manage to calm him down explaining how he needed rest and that you’re taking a break. He calms down but then he sees you with a tray of cold tea and…two bowls of spicy ramen?

Hell Soy Sauce Flavored Cup Ramen??

He’s never heard of that before, sorta scary…but you said it was a treat from yourself

He picks up his chopsticks and takes a bite.

It does taste spicy and he chugs the tea while you’re laughing at his expression

But he looks at your smiling face and he thinks about how warm he feels inside, not knowing if it’s the ramen or you

He takes another bite and starts talking with you about how you knew about these noodles

“A close friend of mine shared some with me a few times.” He’s a bit jealous of this “close friend” but he still eats the ramen

Huh. He feels a lot better today than the past few months he’s been in the Devildom….

He thinks he finally has a favorite food now.

Leviathan

When he landed in the Devildom, he didn’t know why he was even there anymore

He was made for war and bloodshed against demons

Now he’s become what he sworn to kill

What…what’s out there for him anymore?

The days where he wakes up and gets out of bed feeling awful as can be are the hardest.

He has to show everyone how awful he feels and looks today.

He hates the stares he gets from his brother when they think he’s not looking for looking like he just rolled out of bed.

He hates his wings, his tail, his personality, how awkward he is, he wants his long and flowing robes back that made him confident like Lucifer was

He knows his younger brothers are suffering even more than him. He knows how much Satan feels like he doesn’t belong in their family. If he were just braver or if Satan was just mellower, he would take care of him like how Mammon did for him. But he’s a coward. He’s jealous of how well Mammon can handle things, how he can adjust so damn fast.

He hates himself

On one of the days you’re adjusting the pictures around the HoL after one of Satan and Belphegor’s fights, you hear a small voice from Levi’s room

Going closer, you hear me him say how he wanted to try this new game out that’s hot on the market but he can’t get the time to. When you peek in to see who’s he talking to, there’s a sheep plushie that you gave to the brothers to share and talk to.

New game….hmm you had extra Grimm right? Mammon didn’t steal any this week either!

You zap your phone out and quickly order the game. It didn’t make a huge dent in your account considering the amount of jobs you’ve taken during the free time you have

The next day, you knock on Levi’s door with an excuse to ask him for help on one of the Ruri Chan levels

When he opens the door, he sees a wrapped item in your hand which you promptly give him

“Consider it a gift for not leaving your tiny figurine accessories around the floor.” And then you walked away

Levi shuts his door and opens the gift nervously

He gapes at the game, how did you know he wanted this game?! Did you hear him??!

Levi will have to thank you tomorrow after he finishes the first part of the game first!

He wonders if he has to go to the doctor later though since his stomach is doing flips left and right…

Satan

It does take a while for Satan to properly put his comfort and trust in you

But it does somehow happen.

He’s lashing out at everyone and everything left and right

But he doesn’t know why it makes him angry.

He hates the looks on his brothers the people he lives with faces

Their faces…it scares him but his own pride refuses to acknowledge the fear

But when he sees your face…you never seem scared or upset at him.

Always…cheerful and somehow nostalgic even though you never met him before Mammon managed to catch you

He tries to push you away, tries to make his pain and internalizes that he’s a monster. A mistake that was only created by accident.

But.

You never stray away.

Shouldn’t an attendant rationalize their situation?!

Even if he lives in the same house, he could kill you more than any of the others!

But anytime he’s actually in his room, you’re always knocking.

You’re patient with him.

You’ve always been patient with him unless he actually does something messed up.

You don’t see him as a monster or Lucifer’s little copy. You see him as him.

His favorite thing of the day when you’re working is just going in his room during your breaks (which he memorized) and waiting for you

You knock and he opens the door. You always wait for him.

“Can I hang out with you for a bit?”

He always nods and lets you in

You end up talking about mundane things, you seem to know or find out things he might actually like!

You’re really smart and scary too but he won’t say that of course

He likes that you understand him. He’s not all that alone in this hellhole.

He just likes talking to you without being judged or interrupted. You don’t do those, you just listen to him.

And really, that’s the most amazing thing that someone can do for him.

…No you’re really the most amazing person that’s done this for him.

Asmodeus

Oh as if you aren’t his gift already!

Jokes aside, he is wary of you

You just dropped in and now you’re their attendant?!

Unbelievable! But of course he’s not going to say that in front of Lucifer and Diavolo!

Good heavens devildom, that would be his death wish!

He frequently looks up at the heavy clouds over the Devildom

He knows the sun never rises but, he wishes just one more time he’d be able to see the perfect sunrise and sunset before he got thrown here

Here where he looks like a freak.

Where he was praised and celebrated for his beautiful pearly white wings and his gorgeous robes. Where he had a damned amazing smile that lit up a room. Where is now gone. Permanently

He cries every-time he looks past a mirror or a reflection of himself

He has ugly ugly pointed horns that twist, hearts that look like they dripped down on his arm, and four short wings that don’t even look have as gorgeous as his old ones did.

He’s almost broken every mirror in the house he’s come by when he has thoughts like these. Mammon asked you while Asmo was crying one day to just make anything that looked remotely shiny, matte. Desperate to stop his younger brother’s tears.

(And you did. He figured out it was you and Mammon later and thanked both of by taking you two out for drinks. He starts to get used to one mirror at a time.)

He hates how his sin causes him to lust after everyone. He hates it. He can’t bear the pain in his heart when he meets someone who just wants to be friendly and he immediately thinks about how to bed them.

He just wants normal thoughts for once. Not all the lust addled thoughts that never quiet down.

He feels like an…item. Used for one night stands when he actually succeeds in bedding them and never again. Regret following him every time. Spiraling in his bed all alone.

Well, until you came.

He pounces on you with words filled with sweet and honey like words

But you know him.

You gently let him down each time but you let him do it to you everyday

Every day is another compliment, pick up line, or flirting act. He actually managed to stop going to parties after shooting all his lust willpower against you!

Did you plan this?! Oh sweetie~♡!He should’ve known! ♡

He’s…not upset though. He’s happy. No more being an item for demons or magic users anymore…he can…use his lines on you.

You…you don’t shame him or get embarrassed of them

(not even when they’re ultra lusty! Are you used to it already…? Did you hear them from someone somehow?!)

You don’t scorn him or look at him in disgust.

No. You don’t do any of those things even though he told you of the horrible things he’s done and how much he misses his appearance in the Celestial Realm.

Instead, you always surprise him and you smile and laugh at his daily routine with you. Even playing along with his antics sometimes.

“Haha! U + I = 69? Well I must be 59 since you’re a 10!”

And you smile.

A beautiful soul and creature called him a 10/10.

You called him beautiful.

When you walk away to subdue the brothers from arguing again, his eyes glaze over with tears.

His brothers had told him yes, and they mean a lot. But for someone who didn’t know him like his brothers and still saw beauty in a twisted angel like him…

His lust for you turned into something else.

Beelzebub

Everyday. Every single day. He dreams of the same thing that he doesn’t think it’s a nightmare anymore.

He sees Lilith die in Belphie’s arms, bleeding and beaten.

He sees Belphie look at him with despair and emptiness asking him why, why didn’t he save her? Why didn’t he save his baby sister? Why, why, why?

He wakes up with cold sweat at the same time every morning and tries to eat something from the pantry

But once he grabs something, a voice whispers to him. A voice that sounds like Lilith.

“Why didn’t you save me? Why, why, why? You should’ve died and left Belphie and I to live. I loved you and you left me to die by myself. Why Beelzebub? Why?”

Sometimes, when he looks at you, he sees Lilith there. Standing with a terrified and confused look. He knows you aren’t her but you…you somehow have that warmth that she had, intensified.

Beelzebub’s guilt and regret always stays with him. Any time he eats, he tastes despair on the tip of his tongue to the back of his throat

He saved Belphie…but his baby sister. The one who everyone, especially him was supposed to protect and fight for…

Died. Died alone. Died falling in pain.

(Lucifer almosts knocks on his door sometimes at night when he hears him but stops just an inch before. He cannot. He has to keep his lips shut.)

Everyday. Carrying the weight of his sister’s death around his neck. One day, he wonders if the weight will carry him instead.

He hates his sin. How he wants and wants and wants and takes and takes and takes and then when he cannot get it

He ruins.

He tore down Mammon’s wall, made all of Satan’s bookshelves fall on the floor, broke a huge piece of Asmodeus’s bathtub, and caused one of Levi’s figurines to snap in half. Just because he was the avatar of gluttony.

He hates it.

He hates it even more when he almost clawed you across your neck because he smelled candy in your pocket when he was desperate

You…you didn’t seem to be scared though.

(You already knew how he was.)

You were startled when he almost hit you but you just put down the cleaning towel down and took out the pieces of candy from your pocket and just gave it to him

He was incredibly confused on why you didn’t scream, or cry, or even get angry at him

“Just ask me next time, I always have some sort of candy or snack on me. Besides, I can cook for you too.”

He’s amazed at the fact that you just offered to cook for him

And when he wakes up from his nightmare again, you’re in the kitchen. Cooking some pancakes

He just sits down after he washes his face and his hands and watches you from the counter

When you’re done, you just give it to him on the plate with a lot of fruits and some whipped cream. It towered as high as his head even without the berries and cream.

His eyes just sparkle and his mouth gapes at the sight

He devours the delicious cakes in a minute and looks up at you to see if you’re upset about your hard work just disappearing like that

But you just smile at him and offer him some more.

Beelzebub doesn’t see Lilith anymore. Not even hearing her voice or her touch. He can feel her…no your warmth radiating from you.

He can feel some heat go to his face as he nods

Beel would be forever grateful for the break you’ve given him from his torment

Belphegor

Being the youngest means you really don’t have a say in anything you do

He followed Beel who followed Mammon who then followed Lucifer

He loved Lucifer but…

His sister…died

The one thing that he wished for was for his family to not perish

And he lost his sister.

With the anguish and grief upon him, he wonders how she’d be alive

If Lucifer hadn’t went against their father, she would’ve had a peaceful death…

If Beelzebub hadn’t saved him, she would still be alive…

No. It’s his fault.

He introduced her into the human realm. He killed her. He killed her.

It’s all his fault from the start.

He shouldn’t have went off with her to the realm of mortals

He should’ve just said no to her even with her puppy eyes

A piece of his heart is empty and dead from his sister’s death

She’s gone and it’s because of him.

He should’ve died that day.

He rather sleep and indulge in his sin as everytime he sleeps, he dreams of his whole family being together.

He curls up around his pillow, not allowing anyone, not even Beel to wake him up until he is needed.

Belphie promises to himself to protect his family. No matter what he does or kills.

…he sees how Beel looks at you though.

How he feels some sort of familiarity like…

Beel told him before how your presence felt like Lilith’s warmth.

And he was right. But it quickly turned into a bitter and regretful reminder for him.

He can’t stand to feel Lilith anymore. Not when she isn’t here.

But he feels a sort of warmth when you vacuum around him with a silent spell on the machine. He can see through his cracked opened eyes how cautious you are of him sleeping on the ground in his room

You…you even take his blanket and drape it over him gently.

And then go about your day.

This happens anytime he’s sleeping on the floor somewhere. Outside, inside, the planetarium…anywhere

And you always bring back the blanket he sleeps with no matter what.

He asks you why you do this when you could just leave him alone

“I don’t want you to get sick or cold when you sleep. It disturbs you and makes your dreams really difficult.”

…

Wow…you really do care that much.

He just falls asleep again afterwards when you drape it over him

But this time, the dreams of his family eventually add you in it, by his side laughing freely…

He wonders why Lilith never regretted falling in love with a creature that wasn’t an angel until he met you.

Uh so for Asmodeus’s, I know he looks in the mirror but I kinda hc him to completely break down when he would see his reflection right after becoming a demon? I mean change yk?

As always, thank you for reading!

[thedevilspearl]

did you find it yet? — all brothers

author’s note ʚɞ this is based on a really cute, traditional game wherein the bride wears the groom’s name or initials hidden in her bridal mehndi/henna and on the wedding night, the groom must find it.

tags ʚɞ tooth–rotting fluff, it’s a little bit suggestive given it’s their wedding night. no gender is specified but is implied for a female reader. all brothers.

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑 first thought it would be a chore. once you’re wed, he’s taking you straight to bed. there’s no need for an extravagant wedding or little games when he’s eager to show you how ready he is to be your husband, if you get my drift. but the second he sees your henna covered body as you peel off your wedding outfit, he’s prepared to spend the entire wedding night searching for his name because it is so beautiful and he cannot find the words to describe how gorgeous you look. and he finds you even more stunning knowing his name is embroidered somewhere on your skin. his soft hands trace every inch of your body. “you are so unbelievably beautiful,” he mutters as his hands glide over every curve, teasing your soft skin. none of you goes unscathed by his needy eyes and he lets out the tiniest gasp when he finds his name, his blush dark and desperate. “i’m yours….” he mutters gently, eyes glossing over as his fingers trace his name, “yours forever.”

𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍’s only desire right now is to satisfy you, so when you tell him he can’t touch you until he finds his name, he’s antsy trying to hold himself back as you strip out of your dress, showcasing all the parts of your body decorated with henna. his mouth waters and his hands itch to touch you; he’s bearing his fang, desperate to claim you in each and every way. but mammon is never one to back down, so he throws off his blazer and rolls up his sleeves while you whine at him to hurry up. “shaddup, will ya? i wanna find it just as much as you!” the rare moments when mammon is overtaken with concentration are always beautiful to see, especially when his eyes are intent on covering every inch of your skin. his hot breath teases you as he moves up and down your body in search of his name and you soon regret not allowing even the smallest touch. but your regret is short–lived when mammon rises with a charming smirk on his face. “hah, found it,” he slams his lips onto yours, finally letting go of his restraint. “guess i’m yours forever now.”

𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 loves games, so this is just another added to his list. however, this cute little game soars to the top of his best game i ever played list. you don’t quite understand how much he loves it until the wedding night and you can tell he’s excited when he’s kissing you breathlessly and haphazardly pulling off your wedding dress. he’s still in his full tux, albeit dishevelled, by the time you’re stripped naked. he pushes you down gently onto the mattress while his hands roam every inch of your skin. he’s never acted so devoted to anything before. trails of kisses grow longer and larger as he leaves behind his lingering touch over the cleared spots, and when he moves onto the next spot, he searches intently before attacking the area with lustful, hungry lips. he’s breathless and clouded with infatuation, adoring your body until he wins this little game. “i found it!” he giggles with a face full of blush. panting, he kisses over his name countless times before you pull him up and replace his name with your lips. “i’m so in love with you i think i’m going crazy.”

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍 loves a good challenge, so he’s ecstatic when you mention the tradition to him. it’s the perfect way to spice up the wedding night. however, he is very impatient. so much that he’s grabbing your hands in the middle of the ceremony to find his name in the henna. “tell me, it’s on your hand, isn’t it?” you chuckle, not giving a single clue to him. it gets a little frustrating when he inspects your hands while you’re trying to eat. “satan, enough!” you whine, hitting him playfully. “you’re supposed to look for it tonight.” he mumbles something about not being able to wait but he also recognises the smug grin on your face; he knows immediately that he’s close. his smile grows and his heart beats erratically. he knows exactly where it is now. while you’re occupied with a mouthful of food, he grabs your hand and slips your wedding ring down slightly, revealing his name in cursive hidden underneath. “you really know how to make things difficult for me, don’t you?”

𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐒 is ready to play this game as soon as you tell him about it a few days before the wedding. if anything, he rushes through the wedding, even cutting it short and throwing you over his shoulder so he can get you home, strip you naked and spend all the time in the world searching for his name on your pretty body. he challenges himself not to please you in any way until he finds it, even when you’re begging him to touch you already. to asmo, finding your name is a massive ego boost; his final way to lay claim on your body and make you his forever. so you’re pleasantly surprised when his eyes grow all teary upon spotting his pact mark blooming with henna petals and his name dancing around it, turning his mark into the most beautiful flower he’s ever seen. as if you couldn’t surprise him any better than this, he sobs with a huge smile on his lips. “you are the most beautiful being in all three realms,” he kisses the flower deeply. “i can’t believe i’m yours.”

𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐙𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐁 does look forward to playing this game on your wedding night, but he doesn’t do a good job of showing it. after you tell him, he seems quite nonchalant, almost bored by the idea. but don’t be fooled by his poor expression of emotion because he is jumping and giggling and kicking his feet on the inside. it’s what he thinks about very single night for weeks before the wedding. he simply cannot stop fantasising about exploring your body, discovering more than just his name before devouring you. you don’t realise how eager he is until he’s dragging you towards the bedroom. you’re too shy, embarrassed to remove the dress so he walks towards you, towering above your dolled up frame. “don’t be embarrassed,” he assures you, stroking your cheeks with doting eyes. “i’ve been waiting so long for this.” and so, he gently undresses you, carrying you to the bed and treating your body like treasure as he searches for his name. and when he finds it hidden in the patterns on your tummy, he grins widely with a hum, knowing nothing in this world can satisfy his beastly urges the way you do.

𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑’s excitement is surprising given how lacklustre his enthusiasm usually is. in fact, he’s grown a lot more bashful since the wedding was official. who knew becoming a husband would trigger this new side of him? he fell in love with the game the moment you told him about it. and he’s so fascinated by the henna decorating your body, the way your hands and feet look so delicate with the patterns. your wedding night starts with belphie on his knees, taking off your heels and rubbing your sore feet. it was a long day but totally worth it knowing belphie is going to remain by your side forever. but first, he needs to find his name. he’s been bursting with excitement for weeks, obsessing over all the curves and crevices in which you could hide his name. but he finds it in no time, devotedly kissing the spot where his name lays atop your foot. “i thought it would be more difficult to find,” he teases, trailing the kisses up your legs, looking you in the eye the entire way. “but i’m not complaining. now i have more time to worship you.”

[irishmammonagenda]

"Wow...Guess he really is asleep..." You whisper, the kazoo you had been playing in an attempt to wake the Avatar of Sloth up now safely in your pocket, lest Lucifer confiscate it again.

You poke Belphie's forehead with your pointer finger, then continue poking it, because it was fun. Still Asleep Belphie seems to hate this more than you attempting to play Vivaldi's Winter on the kazoo and failing miserably, seeing as his cowlike tail swings out, wraps around your leg and pulls you to the ground.

"ARGH! What?!" You barely have time to process before you're dragged up by the tail that's latched around your ankles and quite meanly (may you add), dropped on the bed. Belphie entraps you in a hug, and thankfully this time, doesn't crush your internal organs. How sweet! <3

"Go to sleep MC...." The demon mutters half awake for a moment before drifting back off again.

You try to reach for your kazoo, for the second time, Belphie's tail whips out gently at you. "Don't even think about it." He pouts, before his expression and breathing even out once more.

You might as well get comfortable, seeing as you were now trapped for what looks to be hours.

You can't even play your kazoo.

Why do your plans always backfire? :(

[demonvibez]

A Midnight Encounter - Part 2

Characters: [Asmodeus / Beelzebub / Belphegor / Diavolo] x F! Reader Word Count: 5.1k+ Rating: Teen [Suggestive Themes] Tags: suggestive/sexual themes, making out, light petting/groping, chest play, reader = she/her pronouns, each demon has a lil backstory, possessive demons A/N: Thanks for all of the love on part one! Part two is just a tad more suggestive than part one, due to a couple of the demons involved. Hope you enjoy! ♡

[Part Two of Two - Read Part One Here]

It was late at night in the House of Lamentation, and you had just finished preparing yourself for bed. You had finished your homework for the day, as well as your nighttime routine, and it was time for you to settle down. Just as you sit down on the edge of your bed, you start thinking about how it would be nice to have a quick little snack before you turn in to sleep for the night. Picking up your DDD from the nightstand, you check the time to see just how late it was. You decide that it was probably late enough for everyone to be asleep, and it was safe to venture out into the house alone with what you are wearing - a skimpy spaghetti strap tank top and tiny shorts that leave little to the imagination. You push yourself up off the bed and cross the room, making your way towards the door. Leaving your bedroom door open, you make your way towards the kitchen next door . . .

Asmodeus is on the way back from an extremely exhausting day with Solomon, having run errands all across the Devildom with him. He pours himself through the front door with a dramatic flair, a loud pouty whine and a sigh escaping his lips before he tosses his jacket onto the coat rack and makes his way towards the kitchen. He knows that what he needs to end such a draining day is to just relax and sink into his night time routine before settling down to get his beauty sleep. As he saunters across the hallway, he pulls his DDD out of his front pocket, opening it up and haphazardly scrolling through it while he mindlessly walks to the kitchen. He just needs to pop by real quick to get a little potion to add to his face mask for the night - he deserves it after the filthy mess that Solomon dragged him through today! How rude of him~! 

Solomon had originally invited Asmo out under the guise of going to a "social club" up in the human realm. The pair had originally asked if you wanted to go along with them, to hang out and get some fresh sun on your skin, but you had prior arrangements to bake and have tea with the Angels over at Purgatory Hall. Unfortunately for Asmo you had to decline - and he really wishes you hadn't! Without you there, it was just awful! Turns out it was no social club at all! Asmo was tricked into going to that stuffy Sorcerer's Society where he had to listen to Sol talk to some crusty old men for several hours. After that, the group of sorcerers dragged poor Asmo out to a remote village, where they spent half of their evening hiking around a mountain in search of a hippogryph they wanted him to use his powers to charm. It was absolutely horrible! No place for someone like the Avatar of Lust to be showing his pretty face~! 

All in all, it had been a very exhausting day for Asmodeus. He would normally do his quick routine after experiencing a day like today, but he thought tonight he definitely deserves an extra little treat~! Little did he know that once he reaches the kitchen doorway, however, that a different type of treat would be waiting before him. He almost doesn't notice you standing there at first, his attention deep within his own Devilgram feed, but seeing your gentle form gracefully searching around the kitchen in the middle of the night makes him do a double take. His sunset colored eyes begin to sparkle pink with lust as they take in every inch of you, every subtle little curve accentuated by your adorable little pajamas that he would love to see you wearing more often. He watches as you take a pack of Hell Sauce Flavored Instant Noodles from the top of one of the cupboards, your tiny little cotton shorts riding up just so slightly that the curve of your cheeks peek out from beneath them - just enough to toy with his mind. 

Asmodeus can't help but to wonder to himself if you know exactly what you're doing to him - if you know how easily you can charm beings from all three realms as if you are the Avatar of Lust, and not him. How you don't even need magic to make Lust itself weak for you, just merely existing near him is enough to make him go feral. Do you even know how much he thinks about you? How he is just utterly obsessed with you? Can he really even be called self-centered if his mind is only filled with you? Asmo never knew he could feel like this - that he could not only have such powerfully passionate feelings for another person, but that he would also see his sin in an entirely new light. Just as he is seeing you in an entirely new light. Don't you know how gorgeous you look right now? The way the light from the fire on the stove illuminates your flawless face, cascading down each of your perfect curves and making your natural beauty glow in the middle of the kitchen. He can't help but to drink you in with his eyes, memorizing every inch of your body left exposed by your little outfit. Oh how he wishes you would dress like this for him more often. You look so good when you show off your body like this, he has about a hundred outfits he'll give you if you want. He'd love to dress you up in them, right before slowly stripping them off of you, worshipping you every step of the way...

Eyes glowing pink and mind full of lust, Asmodeus glides over to you and pulls you into his embrace right as you notice his presence, before you are even able to speak. 

"Well, isn't it nice seeing you here, muffin," he says as he squeezes you, leaning down to press light little kisses into your neck. "I would have come home sooner if I knew such a delicious little snack was awaiting me in the kitchen," he whispers as he kisses his way up to your ear, his hands gently teasing and caressing your body as you turn into putty under Asmo's touch. One of his hands snakes it's way up the front of your shirt as the other holds you firmly in place against him, a soft moan escaping your lips as he gently plays with your breasts, his plush lips nibbling on your ear. Your eyes flutter shut, your mind eager to let go and let the sensations take you over, when Asmo suddenly pulls away. You let out a small whine and turn around to face him. He grabs you by the hips and chuckles.

"You're too adorable when you pout," he says as his lips finally caress yours, the kiss light at first but building in passion and intensity as the lust continues to build between the two of you. Suddenly Asmo realizes that he has no idea when your tongue entered his mouth - he is just so consumed with you, he didn't even notice. Your hands begin to roam up and down his body, small moans escaping from the both of you. Asmo can't help but to wrap his arms around you and pull you in tighter, pressing his hips into yours as he grabs your ass. There is so much lust built up between the two of you, he can't even tell which of you it belongs to anymore. You run your hands through his strawberry blonde hair, noticing his demon form when your fingers graze one of his horns, and the whimper you elicit from him along with it. You slowly start to stroke it, massaging as you kiss him, low moans rumbling from his throat with each stroke. The pace of your kisses slow down until you finally pull away.

"Aren't you just the most precious little human ever," he said, pulling you up to carry you, your legs instinctually wrapping around his waist as you frantically grab at securing your hold around his neck and tugging his hair a little. He lets out a light giggle. Everyone always forgets how strong he is!

"Don't worry, honey. I've got you. We can finish up this little party in my room~♡" he says in a sultry tone, carrying you out of the kitchen and up to his room.  

Of course Beelzebub, the Avatar of Gluttony, would never miss one of his infamous midnight snack raids. Tonight, however, Beelzebub is feeling the effects of his sin a bit harder - he had a particularly rough fangol practice that day, so he feels even more ravenous than he normally does. He usually enjoys his days playing fangol, the extreme workouts coupled with intense competition making it so Beelzebub can really let loose and blow off some steam. Today's practice, though, was no normal scrimmage match. Instead, a few of his teammates had decided to play a prank on the school's rival team, resulting in them being disqualified from District Championships. Of course, the coaches were nothing less than infuriated. Before practice even started, the entirety of RAD had been called to assembly and lectured by their Head Coach on proper student conduct - with a half hour interlude from Lucifer about respect. After that, the coaches took the entire team out to the Colosseum to run laps around it. When the laps were done, they had to do endless drills, and Beelzebub wasn't even given a snack break for any of this. He didn't even partake in the prank! He was out at Madame Scream's with you trying the newest flavor of Blood Macarons! But here he was, doing tackle drills until he drops, without a single little bag of Spicy Newt Chips. 

It is far past dinner time when his coaches dismiss his team. Beel makes his way home and through the front door of the House, dropping his duffle bag right inside the door before starting his shuffle towards the kitchen. With each step forward, Beel can't help but to fantasize about Shadow Goose Burgers and Deep-Fried Devil Zebra, his mouth starting to water as his stomach rumbles abnormally loudly. He finally arrives in the kitchen, crossing over towards the fridge, ripping the door open with urgency and pulling out the first item he sees. He doesn't care if the food is marked for a later date, whether it's leftovers or ingredients for a recipe - Beel was starving and he was gonna consume every little bit of food in sight. He doesn't usually like to indulge in his sin like this, always feeling immense guilt after his binges are over, but today he feels he deserves it. He restrained himself all day, put up with his coaches' punishments, and didn't fly into a rampage a single time. He earned this midnight binge in his eyes, and he really didn't care if it meant he would have to pay to replace the entire kitchen tomorrow. Hell, even if Lucifer strings him up, it will be worth it if he can satisfy some of this unrelenting hunger.

A few minutes later, you make your way to the kitchen, pausing in the doorway to see Beelzebub standing in the glow of the refrigerator. The door is ajar as he pulls various food items out, opening them up and tossing them into his mouth without a care in the Devildom. You can't help but to crack a tiny smile as you watch him, finding the sight of him eating an entire Eclipse Mince Pie in one bite too adorable. Anyone else would be mad, seeing as that was supposed to be tomorrow evening's dinner, but you just love seeing that warm smile on the Avatar of Gluttony's face. Beelzebub pulls a Devil Crush Mango Parfait out of the fridge, tearing off the cling wrap and turning up the glass to pour its contents into his mouth, the parfait dribbling down his lips and chin in the process. 

You can't help but to let out a small giggle, which causes Beel to stop what he's doing and finally turn to look at you, his eyes widening slightly and his hand losing grip of the parfait when he sees how you're dressed. The sound of glass shattering fills the room and a blush creeps over Beel's face at the realization of the lost dessert. Suddenly, another realization dawns on him - he's not hungry for food anymore. He wipes his face on the back of his jacket sleeve before slamming the refrigerator door shut with one hand, stepping over the shattered parfait to walk over to you. He stops in front of you, his large frame towering above as he looks down at you with his violet eyes and rosy cheeks.  Your name escapes his lips in a low, grizzly tone, causing your heart rate to speed up just a little. "You really look beautiful tonight," he says, always being honest with what he thinks and feels about you. His eyes scan you up and down once more before the blush on his cheeks deepen, creeping down onto his neck. 

His arms reach out and wrap around you, pulling you closer to his body. The look you give him when you look up at him, along with your tiny little hands resting on his chest, are all he needs to give in to his desire and lean down to kiss you.  The feel of your body against his, the taste of your lips on his tongue, Beel can't help but to think he's in the Celestial Realm all over again. Your lips are sweeter than Celestial Chocolate and he feels himself getting more and more addicted to the taste with each kiss. The Avatar of Gluttony often talks with his mouth full, and just like when he eats, he can't help but to sing your praises as he pours his love for you into every kiss.

"Mmm...ou're so am-zngly 'ewiciousss," he says, refusing to break contact with your lips. 

You giggle against his lips, your hands roaming his chest and abs before snaking their way around the back of his neck and up through his fiery orange hair. You can still taste the hints of mango on his tongue when it brushes past your lips to meet yours, and you swear Devil Crush Mango tastes better this way. His hold on you tightens slightly, causing your feet to lift off the ground in his embrace, his kisses as sloppy and ravenous as he previously was for food. After a few more moments, you finally pull away, breathing heavily with a smile on your face. As you catch your breath, Beelzebub looks at you with those adorable puppy dog eyes of his.

"I think I'm hungry for you right now...can we continue this in your room? Please?" And before you can finish nodding and telling him your affirmative, Beel is picking you up and carrying you to your room. He doesn't even care about the state of the kitchen or the broken parfait on the floor - he can deal with his brothers yelling tomorrow if he gets to feast on you now.

Belphegor had slept through dinner, hidden away in a crevice of the House of Lamentation where none of his brothers could find him, his DDD on ‘Do Not Disturb.’ He had a particularly annoying day today, and he just wanted to snooze it away peacefully and without interruption.

It all started this morning when Lucifer was nagging him at breakfast - the eldest was complaining about the state of the attic, ranting about how the Avatar of Sloth needed to keep it clean if he intended on keeping it as a second room for himself. Then his brothers started arguing over the idea that Belphie has a 'second room' - Asmodeus wanting to expand his closet, Leviathan needing new shelves for all of his various collections, they kept rambling on and on as Belphie tried falling back asleep for a few more minutes, only to be awakened by the shattering of a plate thrown by Satan. He knew it was going to be a long day at that moment. 

It was only made worse by the fact that Mammon was being extra greedy with you all day, and Belphie felt like he has barely gotten to see you at all. Every time he would approach you and try to talk to you, even if it was something for class, Mammon would find a way to butt in and steal you. It really pisses Belphegor off thinking about how his brothers always steal you away from him. When he made his pact with you, he meant every single word of what he said. He wants to be closer to you than anyone, and it upsets him when his idiot brothers get in his way of accomplishing that. He'd do anything to constantly bask in the warm sunlight of your attention and affection. He wants nothing more than to just have you all to himself - to steal you away to the attic and lock you both in there, napping away the world and living a beautiful life together in the dream realm. 

But of course, he can't do that. You would never be happy just sleeping your life away. And as much as he tried to get your attention today, apparently it just wasn't in the stars for him.  His brothers were always going to be in your life, occupying your time and stealing you away from him. Especially Mammon. Which usually, he doesn't generally mind his brothers much. But when it comes to you, everything is different. You're their precious human. The human that made him see the entire world differently. The human that had extinguished the fire of hatred that had been burning inside of him for thousands of years. You mean the world to him - his human, his first love, his starlight, his everything. And when he gets denied access to you - especially from his scummy older brother that he swears still doesn't trust him with you - he can't help but shake the feeling of emptiness inside of him. 

The Avatar of Sloth doesn't like it when he can't get his way. He wants what he wants, and what he wants is you, and he wants you now. But...sadly, he can't have you now. Because, of course, Stupid Mammon has you roped into helping him with one of his side gigs for the afternoon, and he has no clue what time you'll be back. Sulking off up the stairs with is favorite cow pillow under one arm, Belphie went to go slumber in one of his best kept secret hiding places. He dozes off to the dream realm to see you in his memories, hopeful of seeing the real you when he wakes up.

Hours pass, and Belphegor awakens from his prolonged nap. He pulls his DDD out of his jacket pocket to look at the time, seeing how late it is before putting it back - definitely past dinner time. His stomach grumbles, and he pauses for a moment to observe it, trying to figure out if the feeling is from himself or his twin. His stomach rumbles louder, this time with a certain empty pain, and he decides he must be the one that is hungry. He climbs out of his hiding spot and decides he might as well hit up the kitchen to see if his twin has left him anything. As he makes he way down the hall, pillow in his hold once again, he can't help but to reminisce over the dream he had while he was asleep - it was a memory of the two of you cuddling under the stars on his (and his twin's) birthday.  He'll never forget the way you looked under the light of the Devildom moons that night. He wouldn't trade that memory for anything. 

Belphie makes quick work of making his way downstairs, turning the corner and making his way straight to the kitchen. 'Maybe I should go see if she's home after I eat' he thought to himself, 'sneak into her bed and cuddle if she's asleep.' He approaches the door, seeing the light cascading from the door frame, assuming his twin is awake and feeling the same pangs of hunger as he is. Right before he walks into the room, he stops himself, his violet eyes widening as he sees you. Instead of approaching you immediately, he slinks back into the shadows, deciding to observe you from afar for a few moments.

He takes in every inch of you with his eyes as you prepare yourself a bowl of Cinnamon Hell Flakes, the memory burning into his mind at the rare sight of you wearing such skimpy little pajamas. He's never seen you like this before. Sure, he's slept in your bed hundreds of times, but you're usually in baggy pajamas or you're wearing your day clothes, caught up in his midday naps. He's never seen you wear anything so tantalizing. The way your tank top hugs your breasts, the way your shorts shape your ass and expose your thighs, tempting him to want to see more...

Do you even know how much of a tease you're being? You don't, do you? Before you can take a single bite of your cereal, he drops his pillow down and sneaks up behind you, wrapping both his arms and tail around you. He buries his face in your shoulder and starts to pepper your skin with kisses, nipping little bites here and there, not wanting to bite down too hard but being sure to leave tiny little marks. The more he breathes in your scent, the more he just wants to possess you. His kisses get a little bit rougher, more frantic as his lips trail their way up your neck. You can't help but to want to give in to Belphegor's touch, dropping your spoon onto the counter as your eyes flutter closed. A soft moan escapes your lips as his hands slide up the front of your shirt, your breath hitching as he nibbles your earlobe and whispers your name.

"I've been wanting you all day, but you've been busy entertaining my idiot brothers," he said. Suddenly, you feel his tail slide up and around your waist as his hand pulls your chin to look up at him. "You're gonna make it up to me right," he said in a low tone, his lips finally crashing onto yours, his kisses needy, passionate and intense. You match his intensity, pouring just as much passion into the kiss, both of you letting out little moans and wanting more. You break the kiss, turning around in his hold.

"Let's go the the attic," you suggest as you wrap your arms around his neck. Belphegor will be making sure the two of you didn't actually get any sleep for a while tonight.

Lord Diavolo was over at the House of Lamentation late at night. Earlier Barbatos had rushed into his office with an abnormally large stack of paperwork, and an earful of complaints from the Nobles, so he went over to the House to recruit Lucifer’s help and start working on the pressing matter. The three of them had locked themselves away in Lucifer’s private study for the last few hours, toiling away with form after form, eager to reach a solution together that would please everyone. Diavolo can feel himself begin to go a bit stir crazy as time continues to pass like molasses - he needs a break, and he needs it now. Barbatos offers to stop and make the Young Master some of his favorite tea, but he politely declines his butler - Diavolo needs to stretch his legs and get some air. He reassures the other two that he will be fine, they can continue working - he is just going to take a quick stroll around the House and be right back. 

Taking his leave from the secret study, Diavolo begins to wander around the halls of the House of Lamentation. He is usually here on business and doesn’t get to just hang out much, so it’s nice for him to be able to see more of the mansion at his own leisure. It’s a shame for him that everyone is asleep at this hour, for he would love to join in on your chaos with the brothers - but he’ll enjoy this rare moment all the same. Speaking of the House’s inhabitants, his mind couldn’t help but to wander to think only of you. As he mindlessly makes his way down the stairs, he can't help but to wonder how you’re faring in his realm. 'Are you happy here? Is there anything you need?' He hopes you know you can always come to him when you need something. Just say the word and he won't hesitate to give you anything you could possibly desire. 'Are you lonely? No...probably not. You have the brothers, after all...'

Diavolo rarely gets to see you alone. Thinking about this, he lets out a small annoyed huff as he reaches the bottom of the stairs, crossing his arms across his chest. It's not lost on him that almost every moment of your waking hours are occupied by one of the Seven Avatars of Sin. As much as he loves his best friend, and his 6 rowdy younger brothers, he couldn't help but to feel a small thorn of envy pierce at his heart when he thinks about the connection you have with the demon brothers. A connection he may never have with you, given the nature of the seven pacts you hold with them. It's as if that shiny, perfect soul you have is intertwined with theirs, and for political reasons, he may never be able to have that with you. You, the adorable human that stumbled into the Devildom and danced your way right to his heart without even trying. The one that charms beings from all three realms so effortlessly. The one that treats him like he can be normal and do "normie things" (as Leviathan calls it), instead of just treating him like some stuffy royal you are forced to associate with. He feels like you really see him, and every time he thinks about you his love for you grows. A twinge of insecurity sneaks into the back of his mind, for he has no idea how you truly feel about him. You're always so busy with the brothers, getting pulled into various shenanigans all across the Devildom with them, he feels like he never gets enough time with you. Sometimes he wishes you would just tell the brothers off and run away to his Castle so that he can make you fully his and pamper you. He wants so badly to make you his princess, he'll do almost anything.  

Just as the thoughts were swirling around in the Young Prince's mind, he began to hear a clatter coming from down the hallway. Raising an eyebrow, Diavolo began to press forward, curious to see what the cause of the noise was. He pauses by your door, seeing it open and turning his head to look inside, quickly scanning to find it empty. He raises an eyebrow, finding it odd that you wouldn't be safely tucked in your bed at such a late hour. Continuing towards his original destination, he stops again in the doorway when he sees you, and in that moment the icy thorn of jealousy and loneliness in his chest starts to melt away into something warmer. Only in his fantasies has he seen you dressed in something like this. Fantasies of the two of you tangled in his silk sheets, sharing the most intimate moments of lust and love together before falling asleep in each other's arms. He had no idea when he left Lucifer's study to take a break that he would get so lucky as to run into you like this. He can't help the dark blush that dusts across his face, his golden eyes smoldering as he takes in your appearance. He unfolds his arms and holds them outwards to you, hoping you will hug him as he says your name.

"I didn't expect to see you up this late." You walk up to him and wrap your arms around him, immediately getting engulfed in one of his famous warm hugs. He's so much larger than you are, and the feeling of his arms wrapping around you and holding you close as your chest presses against his make you want to melt. His cologne smells so intoxicatingly good that you almost forgot he had said something to you.

"I wasn't expecting to see you here either, Dia," you finally reply to him, slightly flustered. 

Diavolo's heart starts to beat faster at the sound of you calling him such a cute little nickname. He looks down at you with a fond smile, and he can't help but to seize the moment when he sees the look in your eyes, assuring him you may return some of his feelings. He leans down and finally presses his lips to yours, your eyes fluttering shut as you wrap your arms around his neck. You feel his large hands slide down your back, his hold on you growing possessive. Much to his surprise however, you nibble on his bottom lip before sliding your tongue across it, asking for entrance. You wanted to deepen the kiss, and of course he would always oblige you.  As you feel his tongue massage yours, you can't help but to let out a little moan, causing Diavolo's resolve to weaken that much more. You hear a small growl rumble from his chest, his hands sliding down to cup your ass and pick you up, your legs instantly squeezing around his waist as your hands slide into that soft red hair of his.  A few moments later and he breaks the kiss, setting you down on the kitchen island's counter while still keeping his hold on you. 

"I want nothing more than to take you back to my Castle, take you to my room, and keep you in my bed forever," he says, his golden eyes blazing with lust and love for you. You lean in to crash your lips against his once again, murmuring 'yes' and 'lets go' in between kisses. He reaches down to his pocket and pulls out his DDD to call Barbatos and tell him to portal you all home - having you in his bed tonight is far more important than some boring paperwork, Nobles be damned.

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[another-lost-mc]

dream eater

belphegor x gn!reader | 0.6k | nsfw | non-con

c/w: somnophilia, slut-shaming, invasion of privacy, non-consensual use of mind altering magic.

Belphie hates it when you have nightmares, but he hates it when you have good dreams, too. Maybe it'd be different if you dreamt of him like this, but no, he would never be so lucky.

Tonight he stumbles into your dream by accident. It happens sometimes when you nap together in his bed. The mental defenses between you weaken under the weight of his arms wrapped around you and his forehead pressed against your chest when he snores. Now he's stuck in this dream world no-man's-land, a hellish landscape of his own making, and he watches some faceless demon fuck your brains out. It looks like he's got you bent over one of the cafeteria tables at RAD and your uniform is tugged down and out of the way enough for him to move his hand, and then his cock, between your legs.

Dreams turn you into a real cock tease, don't they? You hide your desires with shy smiles and bashful gestures when you're awake, but Belphie knows what you crave when you dream. He's been your friend all this time, why won't you ask him to fuck you already? You shouldn't go on disappointing dates with your classmates that don't know you as well as he does, and you don't have to ponder visiting one of his idiot brothers' beds either.

Belphie forces himself to consciousness and glances at your sleepy face. Your cheek is squished against the pillow and your lips are cute and pouty. You look so innocent and peaceful, no one would think you're dreaming of being used like some random demon's living fleshlight. He fumbles in the dark and manages to snake his hand between your bodies without waking you. Your sleep shorts are damp and your body twitches when he runs his fingers along your arousal. He sucks in a breath between his teeth when he feels how hot and wet you are.

Yeah, you're not that innocent, are you?

His hand lingers between your thighs for a moment and teases your sensitive skin a bit more before he reluctantly pulls away. He sucks his slick fingertips into his mouth and hums quietly while he considers his options. He's hard now too, but fucking you like this would be too easy. When he finally has you—and that'll be real soon, if he has anything to say about it—he wants you wide-awake and trembling beneath him so he can hear your pretty little noises when you come on his cock.

For now, he decides that you've had enough fun for one night. It's only a bit of harmless little magic—it won't hurt you a bit. Your dream suddenly vanishes into nothing, your mind going blank as he wipes the filthy images away so no trace of them lingers. He might not touch you anymore tonight, but perhaps he'll give you a little taste of himself instead. You won't even miss the dream he consumed like a hungry, angry void. When you wake up wet and aching in your little shorts, you'll blame it on the dream he gave you instead: beads of sweat trailing down his naked back as he smothers your body with his own, and the slick sounds of skin-on-skin, as he fucks you in the attic.

[devildomwriter]

Children Listen, To Hear Sleighbells in the Snow | Brothers x Reader

2.5K Words | GN! Reader | CW: Children

Lucifer x Reader

The house was quiet as you and Lucifer sipped demonous by the fire in his room. He sighed, thankful the season was over and he could just relax with his partner. You leaned your head on your husband’s shoulder and watched the crackling fire.

The peace was interrupted when you heard an ornament fall off the tree. You and Lucifer’s head turned in the direction of the noise and you gave each other a knowing look. Lucifer sighed and offered to handle it but you shook your head and followed him.

You peeked out the door and saw a small foot disappear behind the couch and you giggled and nodded at Lucifer.

You left the room and approached the couch slowly. Lucifer snuck around the other side and snuck up on the child. He grabbed him from behind and the boy let out a small shriek in surprise as you and Lucifer laughed.

He frowned but didn’t protest as his dad held him. “Lucious, why are you still up?” He asked his son. Unlike his father, Lucious was shy and soft-spoken spoken so his answer was barely more than a whisper.

“I’m waiting for Santa…”

Lucifer sighed and shook his head, “he’s not going to come if you’re still awake.”

Lucious’s eyes widened in surprise and looked at you for help, “he’s right, Lulu.” You said sweetly and he frowned and nodded sadly.

“Let’s go back to bed, okay?” Lucifer asked and Lucious clung to him.

“I don’t wanna be alone Christmas…” he said sadly and your heart shattered. Lucifer noticed his son had successfully won you over and sighed.

He supposed you’d had enough demons for the night and he could wait for tomorrow. You followed him back to your bedroom as Lucious bounced excitedly, happy to spend Christmas Eve night with his parents as he waited for Santa to come.

Mammon x Reader

You and Mammon shared a passionate kiss on his couch as a Christmas movie played on the projector. You couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to the movie as Mammon’s hands wandered to your hips and he trailed kisses down your neck.

You let a moan slip but the mood was shattered as you heard a large crash in the living room. You both sprang to your feet and up the stairs out of Mammon’s room.

Mammon looked into the hall cautiously and waved for you to follow. You knew it wasn’t dangerous but you followed along as he stayed close to the wall. You both stepped quietly down the staircase and saw the Christmas tree had fallen and several ornaments had shattered.

“Ah, shit,” Mammon cursed. You left to fetch a broom and he investigated, avoiding the small shards of glass.

As he got closer he heard a nose snuggling and decided what had happened.

“I’m not mad, Ava. Are you okay?” He called and his daughter’s head popped up from behind the living room sofa.

Mammon scratched the back of his head and approached Ava. You came back with the Brook and saw Mammon crouched down talking to your daughter.

“Ava?” You asked and she looked at the ground.

“I-I didn’t mean…” she whispered and Mammon shook his head.

“What matters is you’re okay. Now tell us what ya were doing up so late? Don’t you know Santa won’t come if you’re awake?”

She shook her head frantically. “Vivalion said she saw him once!” She insisted.

“I don’t know what your friend saw but it wasn’t Santa, kay?” Mammon corrected and Ava’s shoulders slumped in defeat.

“Okay…”

You brushed the glass aside as Mammon picked up your daughter and nodded to you. “Okay, Ava, let’s go to bed. I’ll tell ya a story okay?”

She beamed and nodded, “Okay!” You smiled as your husband carried your daughter off to bed.

As soon as you were both version Ava was asleep in her bed, you picked up where you’d left off and melted into each other’s embrace.

Leviathan x Reader

“Hahaha! Take that!” You cheered as you knocked Levi off the rainbow road.

“What! No!” He yelped and shook his head as he lost the game. “I’ve trained you too well, padawan…” he mumbled and you laughed at him and kissed his cheek.

He blushed and set his controller aside.

Levi looked at the clock, it was close to midnight.

“Should we check if Levy’s asleep so we can set up the gifts?” He asked and you nodded.

You got to your feet and helped him up. He groaned as he stretched, you’d both been sitting there a long time gaming as you waited for Christmas to come.

He covered his mouth as he yawned and you left the room and walked down the long corridor until you reached Levy’s room. Her door was painted the same shade of pink as Ruri Chan’s dress and had stickers of Azuki-tan and friends all over it.

She was definitely her father’s daughter. She took to everything he had so shopping for gifts was very easy. Leviathan was even willing to part with a few beloved collectibles to pass down to his daughter, it made him so proud.

Leviathan slowly turned the doorknob and opened the door without a noise.

You glimpsed the covers being thrown over your daughter’s head and as you entered the room and approached her bed, she let out a fake snore.

You snickered and Levi laughed, “Levy, we know you’re awake,” he revealed and she sighed.

“Aw man,” she sighed and you both laughed again which made her blush.

She clutched her Azuki-tan pillow to her chest and mumbled something under her breath.

“Are you waiting for Santa?” You asked her and she nodded shyly.

You and Levi gave each other a look. “What if he skips our house because you’re not sleeping?” Levi said pretending to be concerned.

Levy looked shocked and gasped. “I-I’ll go to sleep right now! You think he’s going to bring the figurine I wanted if I do?”

You and Levi gave each other a look and Levi grinned, “I know he will.” He promised.

She giggled excitedly and you tucked her into the covers. Levi left the room and you read a story for your daughter until she fell asleep as Levi arranged the gifts under the tree.

Satan x Reader

You and Satan were curled up together on his couch reading a Christmas Carol as gentle music played from your phone. All was peaceful and you nodded off a couple of times, Satan continued to read so you’d missed a few important parts but you already knew the story so didn’t mind.

Just as you neared the end of the story, the grandfather clock began to chime eleven times coinciding with a small “eep” from the living room.

Satan raised a brow and looked at you. You yawned and got off the couch. He placed a bookmark in the story and followed you out the door into the chilly hallway just by the living room.

You saw two tiny feet behind the tree and pointed them out to Satan. He chuckled and walked over to your daughter.

“Kit, what are you doing up still?” He interrogated but she kept quiet.

“You’ve trained her too well,” you said jokingly and he rolled his eyes and reacted behind the tree to tug her out.

The tree nearly fell over as he pulled away and he lifted her up into his arms. He kissed her forehead and brushed his nose against hers.

You joined them and ran your fingers through your daughter’s tangled hair. “Come on, let’s go to bed now.”

She shook her head. “But I need to investigate!” She insisted and Satan rolled his eyes.

“You’re just finding reasons to stay up,” he argued and she stuck out her lip.

“Mommy…” she whined and you shook her head.

“Come on. If Santa comes you’d never know, he has spells of speed and invisibility, isn’t that what you deduced last year?” You reminded and she nodded.

“Yeah,” she said proudly and you smiled and kissed her head.

You headed back to your room and waited for Satan to return. When he did he sighed loudly and you laughed at him, “I bet you regret being so rebellious yourself, don’t you?”

“No, of course not. Lucifer deserves it.”

“This is why you’re on the naughty list…”

Asmodeus x Reader

Asmodeus’s favorite gift on Christmas Day was to spend the night making love with you until the morning hours. But after your girls had gotten a little bigger his deepest wish was much harder.

You’d only just started undressing when you heard two pairs of footsteps running past your door and one shush the other.

Asmodeus looked pissed already, he loved them but why did they have to ruin this one night for him.

“That’s it. I’ve told them Santa isn’t real, why are they still trying to wait up for him?”

“They’re just waiting for the presents,” you said in a hushed tone and ran your fingers through his hair.

He poured and rested his face on your exposed chest. He caressed your sides and looked up at you pleadingly, “Think we can just ignore them?”

There was a loud crash and he sighed. You both quickly dressed yourself and he wiped off a smudge of makeup he’d left on your neck as you headed to the living room.

On the floor trying to hide the smashed cookie plate were your twin girls.

“Ariel. Aria.” Asmodeus said sternly and they jumped to their feet.

Aria played innocent and gave her father an angel’s smile while Ariel put on the waterworks.

He shook his head and glared at them but he was too weak for his princesses, “Ugh! Come on girls. We’re going back to bed, your presents won’t show up if you stay here, remember! If you leave your room again they might disappear,” he warned and Aria gasped while Ariel began fake crying again.

You held Ariel and Asmo took Aria and you walked them back to their pretty pink glittering room and tucked them into their Princess canopy beds. Asmo sang them a lullaby that quickly made them drowsy.

As soon as you were sure they were asleep you rushed back to your own room to pick up where you’d left off. Asmo didn’t have to worry about being interrupted after that.

Beelzebub x Reader

You and Beelzebub were munching on some Yuletide treats and watching a Christmas movie together as the night grew to a close. Soon it would be midnight and Christmas morning. Every Christmas morning since you’d been married you’d start the same, sharing a kiss. Sometimes the kisses became more passionate and sometimes you went back to munching on food.

Today had other plans because you heard a small giggle from outside your door.

Beelzebub hadn’t heard it over his munching so you gently squeezed his arm.

“The boys are up.”

He frowned, “again…”

Ever since they could toddle, they could find their way to the kitchen. They were a handful but you loved them all the same.

Beelzebub eyed the clock, close to midnight. “Let’s hurry before midnight,” he said and nodded. “And we can grab another snack on the way,” he added as his stomach growled.

Together you quietly left to the living room and caught your sons in the middle of investigating the gifts.

They gasped when they saw you and tried to run. Beelzebub dove and caught one by his leg, he picked him up and tucked him under his arm like a football and ran after the fastest of them, “Bennet,” he mumbled under his breath.

Bennet laughed as he was caught and carried over Beel’s shoulder. While Beelzebub wrangled them, you approached your third son, the youngest and shyest of his brothers. He was quiet like his father and afraid he was in trouble. You gently scooped him into your arms and gently cooed in his ear.

His older brothers struggled to free themselves from Beel but it was fruitless. “You’ll never escape me,” Beel said, sounding like a pirate and the two let out fake screams.

“Santa was here!” Benedict exclaimed.

“Can’t we open them now instead?” Bennet pleaded.

Beel looked at you for permission but you shook your head. “What if Santa is still here and hasn’t delivered all the gifts?” You asked in a whisper and they looked at each other, they hadn’t considered that. Considering the triplets were only four, they were quick to scamper into bed when you set them loose. The youngest child, Benjamin had already fallen asleep in your arms so you tucked him into bed as his brothers hid under their covers and tried to fall asleep while so excited.

Beelzebub and you finally were able to leave the room and just as you did you heard the grandfather clock begin to chime.

“Merry Christmas, ___,” Beelzebub said sweetly and leaned in to share a kiss.

“Merry Christmas, Beel.”

Belphegor x Reader

Belphegor couldn’t fall asleep and he wasn’t sure why. It was Christmas morning already and you were sleeping soundly beside him, head on his shoulder.

Belphegor smiled but closer fight the feeling something was off. He listened closely to the sounds in the house.

He heard the ceiling fan, the heater rattling, and the jingling bells.

Jingling bells? He sat up and you stirred awake. You looked up at him groggily and rubbed your eyes. It was unusual for Belphegor to be awake so you knew something must’ve happened.

“Do you…hear bells?” He whispered and you stayed quiet and listened. You heard them too, but it was followed by a tiny laugh and you smiled and sighed.

You swing your feet over the bed, “was that…” Belphegor began to ask and you nodded.

“She found the bells again.”

You left your room and walked to the common room, dimly lit by the lights around the small Christmas tree.

On the floor plated your daughter, shaking the bell stick with her tail and giggling.

“Lily?” Belphie cooed and caught her by surprise.

“Papa!” She exclaimed and toddled over to him.

“Come here sweetie,” he said softly and she handed him the ball stick with her bushy tail, identical to his own.

Belphegor scooped her into his arms and turned back to you. You held onto his arm and you both walked back to your room.

“S-Santa,” she stuttered and you beamed.

“Yes! Good job sweetie,” you praised and Belphegor held her tighter.

“How’s she know about Santa, did we ever tell her?”

You shrugged and walked back to your room. The clock struck three and you sighed, hoping Lily wouldn’t want to get up super early to see what she got.

To ensure she didn’t get up again you tucked her into bed in between yourself and Belphegor and the three of you slept soundly until morning.

[enbyobeyme]

Railing the Brothers—General

!!!it’s up to you to decide if you gotta dick or strap.!!! Very old cringe writing—written when there was only 20 lessons in the og game

Lucifer

You know it. I know it. This man is not a top. He is a switch.

He is a prideful bitch though. It will take him a bit to warm up to the idea of being completely submissive though, so he’ll ride you.

Boy does he fuck you GOOD. He grinds his hips down roughly against your own, wanting to milk you for everything you got. His dominant demeanor slowly starts to fall apart with how his thighs shake.

Thrust up into him and tables the turn. Lucifer lets out the best moans. Make the most of this. Pull his hair, give him hickeys, maybe give a few gentle, but firm spanks.

But also make sure to be soft with him after.

Mammon

Bottom bitch lmao. Though he will also take some convincing. He’s shy.

Like kissing him gets him falling apart so actual sex? Hoo boy...

Mammon was a bit shy at the idea of being fucked at first. Thankfully your quite convincing.

Mammon moans like a damn pornstar and demands to be handled a bit roughly. Pull his hair, spank him, and watch him beg for more.

“Fuck fuck fuck! MC! Please! I’m gonna-ah… FUCK!”

Please mark him he wants to feel wanted.

Aftercare makes him soft but he will complain and claim ‘he’ll never do it again’ until you offer round 2…

Leviathan

PLEASE

Levithan is SO down but needs to be eased into it.

Want to try all the stuff out in anime. Also cosplay. Dress up as Henry and you can break his arm and he’ll thank you and bake you cookies.

Becomes such a cockslut when you cosplay.

He moans louder, asks you to go harder, and push him to his limit.

By the end of it all, he’s drained and his whole body is quivering.

Satan

Brat v1

If your gonna fuck him, he’s gonna make you work for it. Then act as he hates it.

“Hah~ harder! Come on is this your best?”

Satan tries to act smug and unaffected.

You really want to get him going? Put on a collar and cat ears. Tell him to yank it when he wants you to faster.

It both makes him feel dominant and lets you be top. He cums quick.

Asmodeus

Hell yes.

Avatar of Lust here is down. He also knows all kinds of tricks to make it more pleasurable for both of you.

Fuck him hard and mess with his back. He is sensitive all over so he’ll moan loud.

Asmo tends to be in his demon form during sex so it’s best to go doggy style to free his wings. He thinks it’s cute when you show such genuine concern for his body.

Massage the area around the base of his wings, hold onto his horns and everyone knows who you’re fucking. “MC MC. Ooh fuck. Just like that! Yeah~ Harder!”

Aftercare can get him emotional. It actually shows you care about him as a person, and he’s never had that before. Hold him close, okay?

Beelzebub

Big boy doesn’t make too much noise, but he doesn’t mind being dicked down.

After a hard day of working out, being able to lay back and be railed softly is all he needs.

“Can you please… go a little harder?”

He just likes to hold you close

Belphegor

Brat v2

Fucking asshole, talks about how bad you are and complains about you being weak.

Go as rough as possible and watch his eyes roll back. His whole demeanor changes.

Also loves it rough, but don’t tease him for it or you will get pushed onto the floor.

Choke him, mess with his tail, tease his nipples and edge him and that bratty demeanor crumbles and he will admit to wanting to be dommed.

Aftercare consists of a nap and him giving soft, loving insults towards you. Shows off hickies to piss off his brother

[sparkbeast20]

Last Command

Summary: Just one day... All you have to do is stay quiet for one day so that the curse will be lifted. However...

Warning: Death, Hurt no comfort.

You have no to blame but yourself. Why... Why you had to be touching a curse book.

It was on the glass case in the Library of RAD. Saying "DO NOT TOUCH" in bold demonic letters.

The curse mention, "Speak your final death", you franticly check the book and it said that you have to keep your mouth shut for a day in order for the curse to be lifted.

A simple request, for fucking dangerous curse.

You thought of it, that you might and lift the curse, however that means you speaking or worse.

You manage to not speak at all. You tried to write down just in case, but every time you've tried. The ink fades so quick that you thought that the pen was broken.

But this might be the curse. So you had to avoid talking to anyone. And you did!

Up until class is over, cause as you walk down the courtyard. Someone calls out to you-

"Oh... No"

Lucifer

"You think that you can avoid your responsibility" He sounded furious.

Right you have papers to do in the Counsel room with him, but you've been preoccupied not fucking talking that you have ignore all of Lucifer's calls and texts. He might've think that you are giving him the cold shoulder.

But you can say or write what's going on. Afraid with the situation you're in. You panic and turn towards the gate and start running.

But before you can even start sprint. Lucifer appears right in front of you in his demon form and place both hands on your shoulder.

"You can't avoid me all day! Now... Answer me!"

You shake your head franticly with eyes shut. "Please... Lucifer-"

"MC!"

"K̷̰̑i̷̟͐̓ͅl̵͉̂̓ļ̵͈̍ ̷̲̓̆m̷̲͙̓e̴͊̽ͅ"

It all happened so fast. Lucifer's eyes widen as his gasps, but before he knew it. He grab your head with both hands, digging his claws into your skull... He in a spilt second...

Snap!

He snapped your neck.

Lucifer's blood runs cold, with only the sound of ringing can be heard as he stared blankly at his lover's limp body, their head in his hands.

Mammon

You instinctually covered your mouth and keep on walking, or more so, you started to quicken your pace to the gate.

You ignore Mammon's voice calling out to you.

Worried that he might think that you are ignoring him on purpose, well you are. But for a good fucking reason!!

You are getting close to the gates of RAD when suddenly you were trapped in an embrace.

"Yo! Why are ya runnin' from me!!" Mammon asked, but you shook your head in protest as you try to escape his arms.

Concerned, Mammon frowned.

"MC?" Now, he sound worried. "Did... I do something wrong to ya?"

"No!!" you scream in your mind, you knew that you had a rough night with him, so you started your morning a bit more quieter then usual.

So, maybe Mammon assume that you're giving him the cold shoulder, which is the last fucking thing you want-

"MC-"

"K̷̰̑i̷̟͐̓ͅl̵͉̂̓ļ̵͈̍ ̷̲̓̆m̷̲͙̓e̴͊̽ͅ"

Mammon stiffed for a spilt second as he feels the power of the pact taking affect.

Before he cause say something. He changed into his demon form, nails grew into claws, before pulling back his hand and slam it straight back to you.

You groan in pain as you feel his sharp claws dig deeper and deeper into you.

"Ma...mmon" You spoke quietly.

"I'm sorry-" But he couldn't finished it as he felt his hand jerked hard, stabbing his claws into your chest.

You went limped... And Mammon stare blankly, eyes franticly shaking as he feels your body growing colder.

Leviathan

You look back to see no one is behind you. That made you sigh in relief.

But that was short lived when a hand grab your wrist. Causing you to gasps in silent.

"Yo-You've been ignoring my texts!!" Levi can be sneaky at times. "Did I do something wrong?!?! If so- Tell me!!"

You shook your head as you try to pry out of Levi's grip.

"I did, did I! I knew it. I'm sorry MC- I'm so Sorry!!" He dropped down his kneels and start apologizing.

You were getting scared of this situation. Leviathan was panicking all because he thinks that you are intentionally ignoring him.

You slowly stepped away as he balling his eyes out, while keep reminding yourself that this is for his own good and your safety-

"MC!?!" You got startled when he calls out your name, and quickly grab your leg. You shook your head as you kept your mouth shut tight.

But Leviathan didn't let go, and just keep on saying unrelated things that he can blame for his action.

However he didn't realize that he was grabbing your leg as tight as he can, to the point he is digging his claws into you-

"Levi!!!" At that moment you froze in place, you try to slap your hand on your month but it's too late. The curse made you say "K̷̰̑i̷̟͐̓ͅl̵͉̂̓ļ̵͈̍ ̷̲̓̆m̷̲͙̓e̴͊̽ͅ"

That made Levi be taken aback. He let go of your leg, looks at you with dread filled in his eyes. While yours is filled with fear and worse of all. Regret.

Before he knows it. He shifted into his demon form and with one swipe of his claw, he slash you across your chest. Ripping off most of the skin and muscle off. "Huh... He is the Great Admiral" Before you completely fall back hard on the ground-

"NOOO!!!" Levi scream in aguish before rushing over, grab your limped body...

What did he just do?!?!?

Satan

You only glance over your shoulder to see Satan, hands on his hip with 'I'm not mad, but disappointed' look on his face. Of course you would clear things up... Tomorrow, "Please, be angry with me today, so I can live for tomorrow" that what you were thinking as you looked at him before looking forward and started to walk to the front gates. You ignore his call, in fact you quicken your pace.

Then you heard him walking- No, running behind you and that made you start running.

However, as soon as you reach the front gates. Satan manage to grab your wrist then gripped it tight causing you to- "Ouch! Satan- No..." You realized too late.

"What!"

"K̷̰̑i̷̟͐̓ͅl̵͉̂̓ļ̵͈̍ ̷̲̓̆m̷̲͙̓e̴͊̽ͅ"

Those words alone made Satan's face lose his color and his blood ran cold. And before he knew it. He shifted and with trembling hands spun you around to face him and quickly he grabbed your face, digging his claws into your face, you scream in pain and that caused him to cringed and sick to his stomach. He wants to stop, but the power of the pact is too strong.

The next thing happens, would burn into Satan's mind. As he mutters under his breath that made him start to cry.

In a split second, his palms ignited and start to burn your face. You scream in pain and agony, while Satan scream your name as he try to pulled away, but couldn't.

In mere second, your whole head was burnt to a crips and that's when he felt the pact break and he can finally let go, but he didn't. Instead, he cradle your corpse in his arms as he cries and wail on the top of his lungs.

Asmodeus

You didn't get to react, as Asmodeus being quiet when he needs to manage to sneak behind you and wrapped his arms around your arms, preventing you from wiggle your way out of his grasped.

"You're sooo, Mean!!" Asmo start to whine as he buried his face on your should. Here it comes, Asmo's dramatical whining while you would entertain this, but not today. God not today.

You try to pry out of his arms, but he hugged you tighter. And this starting to annoy you.

"I've been call your D.D.D, calling it and what? You've been ignoring me!!! MC!! How could you-"

"Asmo! Please- No, no, no, no, NO!!" You gotten frustrated that you didn't realize that you talked and now, its too late... "Asmo..."

Asmo was a bit confuse, but he hums in responds.

"K̷̰̑i̷̟͐̓ͅl̵͉̂̓ļ̵͈̍ ̷̲̓̆m̷̲͙̓e̴͊̽ͅ"

Before Asmo scolded you for this sick joke, his body react and shifted to his demon form and he immediately dig his sharp nails or rather claws into your arms. And he cry out for you to stop, but you can't.

Then, you felt it something is being injected into your arms. Ah, yes. He is injecting you with his venom.

You can it flowing through your bloodstream, and soon your heart start to beat fast. You groan as you find it hard to breath as each passing second, all the while Asmo is crying out to you to tell him to stop. However its too late.

You feel sleepy, you can describe it you aren't tried nor exhausted... Its more like the life is fading away and soon you closed your eyes... and went limp.

Asmo held you tight when you did, and start franticly shaking you awake, but there's no use. The venom destroyed your heart.

Beelzebub

You turned only to see a huge chest right at your face. It was Beel's.

"You haven't answering my calls and Belphie's, is there something wrong?" you didn't need to see that he has a frown on his face.

"No, no!! You or him didn't anything wrong. But I can't, not today" You shook your head before taking a couple step back. However you trip on a rock causing you stumble back. But Beelzebub was quick, he reacted and grab you by the waist. You gasped and looked up and saw his handsome face, you smiled and- "Thanks Beel- Shit..."

"You're welcome...?"

"Beelzebub" That gave Beel unease feeling in his guts but he responded.

"Ye-yeah..."

"K̷̰̑i̷̟͐̓ͅl̵͉̂̓ļ̵͈̍ ̷̲̓̆m̷̲͙̓e̴͊̽ͅ"

Beel's eyes widen and he gasped. And before he knows it. He grab you hold on your waist with both hands, and he quickly shifted to his demon form, and his nails grew into claws and dug in deep into your skin, causing you to groan in pain. And what happened went to fast.

He opened his mouth showing his shaper teeth and lunged into your chest, ripping off your uniform exposing your skin to the elements and he lunged again bit your skin and ripped off a chunk of your chest, he keeps doing it over, and over soon both you and he are covered in your blood.

He stopped when he saw that he remove all the flesh and bones off your chest and there he spots your heart beating. He was crying and drooling he couldn't swallow what is in his mouth, cause its bits and pieces of you. But he drive his head back into your chest, biting your heart and with one swift move he ripped your heart out of your chest.

You went limp in his arms, Beel immediately dropped down on his knees and he gently yet quickly lay your body on the ground.

Sadly, Beel franticly try to put your heart back, like a child fixing what he broke. But there is no fixing this.

Belphegor

You looked around but didn't see Belphie anywhere, you sigh in relief before you being to start walking to the gates.

But suddenly someone grab your ankle causing you to gasp. Then you heard a smug chuckle, you looked down to see a hand coming out of the bushes, and next a head popped out revealing to be Belphie. It seems like he was skipping class and slept in the bushed near the front gates.

"Damn it Belphie!" 'Oh shit' You just realized that you spoke.

"That's what you get-"

"K̷̰̑i̷̟͐̓ͅl̵͉̂̓ļ̵͈̍ ̷̲̓̆m̷̲͙̓e̴͊̽ͅ"

That send shiver down Belphie's spine. You are joking right? Belphie thought. As he quickly shifted into his demon form. He crawled out of the bushes then stood in front of you. "M-M-MC! You're joking right... RIGHT!!!" Belphie was panicking. This whole thing fucking scaring him.

However, you said the last words he never wanted to hear.

"Kill me... Like last time" Belphie started to cry his eyes out as his body moved on his own, he raised both arms and quickly grab you by the neck. Causing you and him to scream in fear.

He tried to pull back and run away from this, but that made his hands on your throat tighten even harder. You gasped and choked as you claw on his hands.

"Yes, MC, fucking claw my hands off!!! for the love of hell!!! PLEASE!!" Belphie was begging at this point, as he watch as your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your face turned purple.

And then-

Snap

Belphie eyes widen to the sound of your neck break, and soon you went limp. He had no emotion as he stare into your open eye face, eyes bloodshed and drool leaking on the corner of your mouth.

By the time that any of the brothers got to the courtyard, cause they heard the screaming. All the saw was Belphie on his knees cradling your dead body muttering "You're just sleeping... your just sleeping"

Note:

Don't know if I'll write an "Aftermath" for this. But we'll see if I get motivated. Also, this was my first time making hurt, no comfort type of headcanon fic.

If there’s grammar or spelling error, please let me know and don’t be shy to leave a comment or reblogging with cute tags. I just love to see you guys thoughts on this :3

[obeythebutler]

Brothers waking up in the middle of the night to see that MC is shivering in the cold? Like they just wake up and realise that their human is shivering in the cold (I headcannon the devildom is cold af)

You're Cold and Far Away

LUCIFER

He's used to sleeping alone, ever since the day they fell from the Celestial realm.

The cold in this foreign environment seeped through his bones, and hence he bundles up with blankets and jackets. No matter how much the demon stoked the embers in the fireplace or closed windows shut; he sometimes still woke up shivering.

But then you came and made your way in his bed, and he's ever glad to you for having chosen him. And you bring with you warmth, that he sometimes likes to savour by discarding his gloves to thread his fingers with your own, and let himself be vulnerable.

And when Lucifer wakes up in the middle of the night to find out that you're not by his side, a frown makes its way on his face. He sits up, blanket wrapped around his hips. The chill in the air makes his way through his nightshirt.

He shivers.

"MC?" He mumbles, voice lazed with sleep. "Where are you—oh."

His hand finds your arm, and he nearly flinches with how cold your skin is.

"Come here," The demon mutters, "You'll get a cold."

Placing a hand on the back of your head, and one on your back, he pulls you towards him, gentle touches—having picked up his brothers deep in sleep from the couch before—and doesn't rest until your head is tucked away in his chest, where you could hear his heartbeat when you would be awake. A swirl of his fingers, and the blanket is now draped over you both again.

He needs to place a spell on it, it seems.

"Sleep well." He places a kiss to your temple, resting his chin on your head. "I love you."

And the best sleep that Lucifer has is when you're with him.

MAMMON

If you were to ever warm your cold feet by slipping them inside the demon's shirt, the first thing you would notice would be the warmth of his body.

Second would be his scream ringing in your ears.

He squawks, sitting upright on the bed where he was fast asleep. Groggily, he blinks aside some of the haze that slumber brings.

"Your feet are too cold for me! Always surprising me—wait—"

He places a hand on the spot where you usually sleep, and finds it cold. But demonic vision allows him to see you, with your hands dangling off the edge of the bed and your feet, as always, on his torso.

"You're goin' to catch a cold," He mutters, voice laced with affection. "Can't have you sick on me."

Gently lifting your body from the edge of the bed, Mammon places your head on the pillow, taking care to ensure that the comforter previously only covering him now covers you as well. Until you're tucked in snugly with his arms enveloping yours.

Until he knows you'll stay and never be severed.

LEVIATHAN

He wakes up and assumes you're gone.

It's during the darkest hours of the night that Leviathan is forced to awaken by the chill that seems to immobilise him. When he is left alone with nothing but his own thoughts, and seeks you out. Ever so hesitant, and yet so envious all the same.

Your name is whispered, and it feels as if his chest sinks further and further—you have left—haven't you? But doesn't he deserve this? After all he is but—

His hand finds way on your arm.

He jolts.

And realisation floods Levi's conscience. That it was the release of a new movie that you both had sat down to watch, and you had stayed.

And fallen asleep with him.

He blinks back tears that cloud his vision, and a small smile appears on his face. Levi gently nudges you to the center of the bed in your room, trying his best to ensure you don't wake up. And after deeming it satisfactory, he slips the blanket over you two, and settles down in his rightful place.

Leviathan hesitates, for a moment.

And then, his hand snakes around your torso and his head gets buried in your back.

It'll take a while, but Leviathan will get used to you being here for him from now on.

SATAN

The window bangs against the wall, creating a noise that makes the blonde demon swear.

Bedhead and all, he gets up abruptly, only to find that the window has been forced open by the wind, and the blanket is wrapped around his hips.

Oh.

That's why he's cold.

Satan adjusts the material as he sees fit, and places his head right back down on the pillow, ready to go back to sleep.

And jolts right back up.

Where are you? You were right there with him when he went off to sleep. He remembers feeling your warmth on his chest before closing his book.

HIs hand brushes past your leg, and Satan can't help but chuckle at discovering that you've managed to turn yourself upside-down on the bed.

"Come here, darling." He whispers, and the words slide off his tongue smoothly, like he's been calling you that for centuries. Careful to not disturb your sleep, he resorts to placing his pillow where your head lies, and slides a hand under your head to place it on his chest.

This is where the demon of wrath is truly at peace.

ASMODEUS

His skin will dry out.

The devildom's chill at this time of the year makes even the bravest of demons bundle up in furs and jackets, and Asmodeus knows that if he doesn't moisture his skin will flake and crack.

So he bundles up in warm clothes and sets up a spell, to keep his bed warm.

And yet, he finds that he still feels cold.

The demon removes the eye mask, blinking back sleep as he looks for you. "MC?" He mumbles your name. "Where are you, dear?"

Upon closer inspection, he finds that your legs are now hanging off the edge of the bed, and your head is twisted around the confines of a blanket.

He laughs, the sound bright and cheery.

"Always so adorable, aren't you?" He coos, simultaneously adjusting himself so that your head now rests on fine silk. "But you need to take proper care of yourself. I can't have—"

I can't—

Words left unspoken, but their impact felt in the way his throat momentarily tightens.

His face comes to hide itself in your shoulder, uncaring of the fact that his hair may be ruined.

"Good night, MC."

BEELZEBUB

Hunger pangs wake him up.

Ever so persistent, they've taught Beelzebub many things too. That patience goes a long way, and hunger makes things all the more sweeter.

He would do that, earlier. Before you came. Got up and fetched himself and his brother a snack, and gobbled up the contents of the fridge.

But now, another feelings consumes him.

It's affection, deep and unyielding. Seen in the way he holds you close and gently, careful of his hands around your waist as he lifts you up, the cheering in the stadium deafening. When he takes the heaviest of the groceries from you, or offers to carry you when you're tired.

It's protectiveness, seen in the way his hand holds yours gently, enduring that you both make good way through the crowd, and that you are unharmed. It's when he walks with you to Madam Screams at 3am, ready to follow you wherever you go.

It is love, when he adjusts your form on the bed so that you do not shiver in the cold, placing his large hands over own, gliding them over your arms to warm you up. It is in the blunt way he never wavers over expressing his feelings for you.

It is when he places a chaste kiss on your temple as you sleep, that Beelzebub feels truly at home.

"Good night. Love you."

BELPHEGOR

Belphegor almost resembles a grumpy cat when he wakes up.

Hair sticking up in all the wrong directions, and a frown on his face when he realises that you're not near.

"Come on," He mutters, searching blindly for you in the dark. "Where are you?" The demon looks, and yet his hands only come in contact with the cold fabric.

He gets up, and his movements reflect those of a being in panic.

He can't help it.

Eyes widened, he searches for you, until he sees you dead asleep in a corner, head hidden in your arms. Belphegor giggles, you being too adorable for your own good.

And yet when he joins you on your spot and lies besides you, his heart seems to jump in his throat when you reach out for him in your sleep.

He takes your outstretched hand, kissing it gently before placing it on his cheek.

It's a nice feeling.

It's nice to be loved by you.

And he doesn't know what he did to deserve it, but he damn well treasures it.

The demon adjusts your body so that you're both clinging to each other, body heat and blanket creating a warm environment for you both to sleep comfortably in.

Belphegor loves you.

[misc-obeyme]

Belphegor keeps his pain buried so deep, even he isn't fully aware of it. An undercurrent forever replaying the moment his sister died, as he watched her bleed from his place of safety in his twin's arms. The endless scream that lingers beneath his soul, the one that started as he fell and saw his brothers fall beside him. The heartbreaking howl that pierced high above it all when he felt his fingers close around your throat.

It's easy to act like he doesn't care. He holds it all in and sleeps it all away, never confronting the guilt, the shame, the confusion. It's better that way. His brothers will look after him still. They wake him up when he falls asleep at school or dinner, they carry him to his bed when he's dozed off somewhere unusual.

And you… you seem to think that his pact is enough. That he belongs to you now in a way that makes up for what he did to you. You could forgive him over and over again, but that can't change the way he shoves everything aside. Nobody ever bothered to ask him if he forgave himself.

It still surprises him sometimes, when you smile at him. When you take his hand as if that hand never hurt you. The most unexpected moments when you fall asleep in his arms, cozy and safe.

How could you ever trust him again? How can he trust himself with you?

Belphie loves you so much it hurts. It's like a tangled heartbeat that thuds through every other sound of suffering that's always pulsing through his fallen soul.

He knows he can never take back what he's already done. And he also knows he can never give up the way your love seems to fight for him inside himself, beating back every memory, every hurt, every nightmare.

The truth of his past will always be there, waiting to overtake him, to force him into a slumber that will help him forget. And yet Belphie finds that he can put it off a little longer than he used to. He would rather be awake with you because every time you say his name, a tiny piece of that pain heals.

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