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devildom-moss · 23 days

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March poll story

NSFW - Beelzebub x Diavolo x MC

(Beelzebub x Diavolo x gn!MC)

(NSFW) (sub!top!Beelzebub / switch!verse!Diavolo / switch!verse!MC) (poly/threesome) (oral - receiving; fingering + anal - Diavolo receiving; cum eating, face sitting, jealousy/possessiveness, light praise, overstimulation, slight voyeurism, marking, one single slap to Dia's ass, begging, two reader orgasms - with a break between; no reader/MC sex organs specified; so, either anilingus or cunnilingus - receiving) (almost no plot)

Word Count: +3,700

Beel was starting to get hungry. He had been dragged out into town by Asmodeus only to abandon his older brother when a crowd of fans flattered the Avatar of Lust into an impromptu autograph signing – and after an incubus asked Asmo to sign his admittedly well-defined chest and invited him to an exclusive party, Beelzebub excused himself. They had only gone into one shop before the fans stopped them; Lucifer would be grateful to know that the interruption had occurred so early on. Beel sent Asmo a message as he walked away with an unusually light load of only three shopping bags in his arms.

Beelzebub: Have fun. I’ll take your bags back home after I eat and leave them in your room. Don’t be out too late. Call if you need anything.

He wasn’t sure what he wanted to eat yet, but as he thought, Beel remembered overhearing you mention that you were heading to the Demon Lord’s castle to visit Diavolo for “personal business” earlier that day. Feeling a tinge of jealousy renewed in his chest, he headed directly to the castle. Certainly, you would be done – or at least nearly done – with your business by now. Maybe he could catch you on your way out or convince you to go home with him. The idea of taking you away from Diavolo so you could share a meal together brought a soft smile to Beel’s face. I’m glad Asmo demanded I help carry his bags today. . .will he still buy me food later for carrying three bags? He should.

Little D. no. 2 let Beelzebub into the castle when he arrived, but the little guy disappeared shortly afterwards, rushing down one of the hallways. Left to his own devices, Beel wandered deeper into the castle towards Diavolo’s office, hoping to find you there. However, a sweet scent caught his attention – something pleasant and familiar. He followed it.

The reason you had come to the castle that day was to ask Diavolo for a favor. After your trip to the human world with Beel to attend a food festival, you wanted approval to set up a similar event at RAD. You knew something like that would make Beelzebub smile like he did during your date – and just the thought of his joyous grin warmed your heart.

“I’ll help with the menu planning, I’ll even cook – whatever we need. I just want to do this for Beel,” you admitted with such an affectionate softness that the tinge of jealousy that took steady breaths in Beel’s chest was dwarfed by the intense creature burrowing into Diavolo’s veins.

“You love to spoil him, I see,” Diavolo chuckled – although it was far from light-hearted. He considered himself lucky that he had accepted your house call in his room and not somewhere less private.

The jealousy bled into Diavolo’s desire for you, and before you could sense the heat in his gaze, he had pushed you down onto his bed. Your back hit his mattress with a less-than-soft thud as the future king dropped to his knees on the floor. He gripped your calves and pulled you to the edge of the bed before leaving a gentle kiss on your inner thigh and a breathy “sorry” as repentance for being rough with your body.

Diavolo made quick work of stripping you from the waist down, desperate to get his mouth on you. With each suck, lick, and reverberating moan, you felt yourself unraveling at the seams. His attention to your pleasure always seemed to threaten the fabric of your universe, and when he touched you, it was often better to allow yourself to melt into the safe haven of his adoration than to fight the pleasure and return to disorienting reality. But you came here for business; pleasure could wait.

You pulled Diavolo’s hair back, forcing him away with a gasp, and tried to get confirmation before his eager mouth made you lose track of your goals – your reason for coming. Your breath shook the syllables as they fell from your lips. “Wait. The festival. Please, for Beel, I –”

“I’ll do whatever you ask of me. I often do,” Diavolo interrupted with a hum, staring up at you affectionately. “I’m happy to help with your plans, but please stop talking about another man – one who isn’t even here – while I pleasure you.”

The last word had hung in the air but a second before Diavolo’s mouth sought your body once more. A deep need grew in his chest only for the tension to be released in one low, horrifying growl – one which had the power to send almost any creature in earshot running in fear. That terrifying sound had even caused you to shiver – but for other reasons. It was so easy to forget that Diavolo was one of the most feared demons in the Devildom: the future king. He was always so sweet and yielding for you, but when he showed you a glimpse of his power and strength, you were all the more enamored. After all, this was his way of showing off for you and proving that you had someone who could handle any burden on your behalf – a display playing out at your feet; how else could the highest of royalty show his dedication if not to remind you of his vicious, deadly nature and yet pour all of his power into the sole act of servicing you?

Diavolo’s dedicated servitude left your moans echoing down the hall where they eventually found Beel’s ears as faint whimpers. That alluring scent from before, it was yours. Beel hurried quietly towards the source of the moans from the other side of Diavolo’s bedroom door. You had left the door open a sliver. Anyone could have walked by and heard your moaning and the myriad of obscene noises that Beel was all too familiar with – the same eager licking and sucking, laced with loving moans, only interrupted by short breaks of heavy panting as he teased you with his mouth. Just the thought of the things Beel had done to you – how good he had made you feel – washed a new, different form of hunger over Beel. You sounded euphoric right now; even if it wasn’t because of him, your pleasure turned Beel on so much that his eyes glazed over, and a blush rose in his cheeks.

“Diavolo,” you whimpered. Beel could tell you were getting close, and the thought of hearing you cum caused his breath to hitch.

“Oh? I stand corrected,” Diavolo chuckled, pulling away from you and causing you to whine from the loss of stimulation. He had heard that quiet gasp, and he had no doubts about the presence he felt. Diavolo sighed, “Come in, Beelzebub.”

Whatever scraps of awareness you could piece together left you confused as you propped yourself half-up on your elbow to look down at Diavolo. The door slowly creaked open. Beel stood in the doorway, flushed, in a daze, and drooling slightly. He dropped the bags in his hands on the floor at the sight of you.

Diavolo turned to look at Beel, but he was at the perfect height to notice a different sign of lust. With a breathy laugh, Diavolo asked, “Enjoyed the show, I take it? Perhaps you’d like a turn. I can share for today.”

Diavolo got to his feet, and without so much as a word, Beel replaced him, falling to his knees between your legs. His hot tongue swirled rough circles around you, licking and tasting with such desperation that you were convinced there was no attempt to savor you as he usually did. He must have been starving when he arrived. The residual taste of something unfamiliar – Diavolo’s saliva – did nothing to deter his ravishing. Moan after moan left Beel’s mouth as he feasted upon you – each one vibrating through your body with an aching intensity.

Diavolo watched on enthusiastically; you were a mess – a beautiful, sexy mess, writhing around in his bedsheets.

You hated to admit it – even to yourself, in your mind – but Beel was better at this than Diavolo. He had barely been between your legs for a minute, and already, you wanted to scream his name in ecstasy. Your hand shot up over your mouth to muffle your moans, but Diavolo clicked his tongue and crawled over to you on the bed. He tore your hand away from your mouth and stole a kiss as he pinned your wrist to the mattress. Those restrained moans slipped into Diavolo’s mouth, and he teased your tongue with his in an attempt to pull out any and every little sound he could earn. When he finally backed away, you caught the smirk on his face before he pulled out his cock and pressed it to your lips.

“If you want to muffle those precious moans, do it on my cock, darling,” Diavolo’s seductive voice sent a shiver down your spine, causing you to roll your hips up against Beel’s face – a reaction they both adored. Your tongue lolled out as you opened your mouth to take Diavolo’s hard cock. In stark contrast to Beel’s ravenous mouth, Diavolo was being so gentle and slow with you. His hand slipped over your throat, feeling your rapidly beating pulse, and he spoke again. “Just like that; you’re doing so good.”

Beel pulled away just long enough to repeat through his panting, “so good.”

You were getting lightheaded, and the pleasure of being used by two of the largest demons you had ever met was getting to you. Before you could even think to warn them, Beel’s skilled mouth had pulled an orgasm from you that ran up and down your entire body.

Foolishly, you had hoped that Beel would stop once he made you cum, but he continued with the same eager hunger. Unable to speak, you whined on Diavolo’s cock and desperately grasped for Beel’s hair to tug him away, but Beel barely budged before diving back in. Diavolo watched you struggle with the pleasure for a second until he pulled out. He chuckled, “you want him to let you recover, right? Beg for it.”

“Please, Beel,” you whined, “please let me rest. Please.”

Your plea went ignored, and you reached for Diavolo’s thigh, clinging to him – wordlessly asking him to help you. Of course, he couldn’t resist you.

Diavolo cleared his throat as he leaned over and took a fistful of Beel’s hair. He used his strength to tug Beel back harder, forcing Beel to meet his gaze before guiding him up on the bed. With a firm grasp and his fingers still laced in Beel’s locks, Diavolo captured his lips, kissing him softly and savoring your taste in Beel’s mouth. When he pulled back, the look in Diavolo’s eyes was lustful yet stern. “I believe MC needs a break, which means you’ll have to reign in your hunger for now.”

If not for the serious look from Diavolo, Beelzebub might have protested, claiming that he was still so hungry. The prince would not be argued with, so Beel conceded. Besides, there were a number of ways Beel could make you feel good without touching you in the ways he wanted. Beel helped you sit up, and stared at you sweetly, as if the dirtiest thoughts weren’t running through his mind; but for now, his mouth had other uses – like kissing your lips and slipping his tongue into your mouth ferociously. You could taste yourself in his mouth just as he could taste Diavolo’s precum in yours.

The kiss was sloppy and needy. Your body burned – so much so that the cool air that hit your skin as Diavolo slipped your shirt off was a relief. He peppered bites and kisses along your exposed shoulders and up your neck, moaning intently into your ears. Diavolo loved getting you all worked up like this: listening to every noise that escaped your throat and anticipating each need until he figured out exactly what you wanted most. He loved marking you just as much: leaving teeth indents and sucking on your skin until a visible hickey appeared like a reward for his affections.

Before long, you had enough rest; you wanted more. Your hand slid over Beel’s crotch, earning a quaking groan. He was so hard that his pants could hardly contain him. Beel pulled back, and in a nervous tone that contradicted his excited moaning, he whined, “hey, are you trying to tease me?”

“More. Give me more. I’m ready.” You panted, highlighting your urgency. Diavolo flicked his tongue over your neck as if to approve of your desperation. You had hoped that Beel would be happy to hear that, but a slight pout rested on his lips as a blush painted his cheeks a deeper shade of pink. With one hand still on his bulge, you used the other to caress Beel’s cheek. “What’s the matter, baby?”

“I wanna fuck you, but I still want to eat you out/eat your ass,” Beel admitted – less shy and more anxious about his indecision.

Diavolo’s deep chuckle broke through, tickling your neck as he laughed. It was amusing how insatiable Beelzebub was – not that he couldn’t understand it himself. Ever a leader, Diavolo offered a solution: “What if I let you fuck me while you eat MC out/eat MC’s ass?”

Beel’s eyes widened in shock, and his face burned. He glanced at Diavolo and back at you. You were still a bit out of it, and the thought of seeing Beel fuck Diavolo filled you with a deep, lustful anticipation. You whispered, “Please. I wanna watch you.”

Your desire was all Beel needed to shake his head in agreement. Diavolo smirked and slid his hand under one of his pillows, pulling out a bottle of lube that he had forgotten to put back in his bedside drawer last night. He placed it in your hand, slowly wrapping your fingers around the bottle as he held your gaze.

“Can you finger me, MC? I want you to stretch me out,” Diavolo pleaded with his tone and eyes, simultaneously. You couldn’t deny him when he looked like that.

“Get undressed and bend over,” you commanded.

Diavolo followed suit, leaving his ass up for you and arching his back ever so slightly. You gave him a firm slap; he looked irresistible – even Beel bit his lip as his eyes followed the lines of Diavolo’s body, but his gaze quickly returned to you. He watched as you coated your fingers in lube and delicately teased the rim of Diavolo’s ass. You were being so gentle that Beel’s heart ached with jealousy.

Beel buried his face in your neck with a soft whine. His lips kissed and teased your skin, trying to steal some of your attention back – but also to hide from the sight of you touching another demon so intimately. He still found the scene incredibly sexy, but somehow, it hurt more when you pleasured someone else than when someone pleasured you.

The sound of Diavolo gasping as you slipped a finger into him rang in Beelzebub’s ear. Diavolo must be so tight, he imagined. However, the thought left his mind as quickly as it came. Beel had already busied himself with marking up your neck, shoulders, and chest. He wouldn’t admit it unless you asked, but Beel was eager to not only leave more marks on your body but to kiss and suck over the marks Diavolo had already caused until he felt that he had reclaimed your flesh.

You pushed another finger into Diavolo’s ass, moving them slowly inside of him as he began to unravel. Diavolo moaned and reached his hands out to grip the sheets. Your name left his mouth like you were the only thing that could bring him temporary peace in a harsh world that wished to renounce him.

In turn, Beel moaned your name in a similar tone, as if to say that you were his savior. He pleaded with you, “kiss me, please. I need it. Please?”

How could you resist his begging? You pulled Beel in by the back of the head and locked your lips on his. Simultaneously, you slid a third finger into Diavolo’s ass, earning you a muffled groan. Were you not so focused on your lip-bruising kiss with Beel, you might have seen Diavolo bite down on his sheets to keep himself quiet. The feeling of your fingers stretching him out made Diavolo feel so good, but he wanted more, and Diavolo began to rock back onto your hand, trying to get you a little deeper.

A smirk grew on your lips, and Beel could feel your grip on the back of his head pull away. He was about to whine when you curled your fingers into his hair and pulled him back; this time, he yielded to you.

“I think he’s ready for your cock, baby,” you cooed at Beel. You released his hair to slide your hand down his chest and over the bulge in his pants, which had formed a wet spot during your kiss. “I think you’ve waited long enough. You’re so hard.”

“I’m ready,” Diavolo agreed, slowly lifting himself up onto his hands and knees. You slipped your fingers out of him, causing a small shiver. Diavolo sat up fully and instructed, “On your back, Beelzebub. Clothes off.”

Beel eagerly stripped and followed orders. Once he was naked and waiting in the middle of Diavolo’s bed, Beel turned to face you – his eyes pleading just as much as his words: “Sit on my face, please?”

You positioned yourself over him so that you were facing the rest of his body. Beel wasted no time gripping your thighs and pulling you closer. He licked one long, slow stripe over your entrance before twisting his tongue against it. His aching cock throbbed and twitched from your taste alone. Diavolo took that as his cue to straddle Beel’s hips – facing you – and carefully lower himself until Beel’s dick prodded at the hole you had so sweetly loosened up for him.

“Hold my hand,” Diavolo demanded with a softness that made you think he might cry if you refused him. With one hand, you laced your fingers with Diavolo’s. With the other, you braced yourself on Beel’s firm stomach as you leaned forward and pressed your lips to Diavolo’s. There was such a gentleness to it that the kiss almost felt innocent.

A wave of calm washed over Diavolo, relaxing every muscle so he could push the first inch inside with ease – and the pleased hum that left Diavolo’s throat did not go unnoticed. Quickly, that nearly chaste kiss became heated as your lips moved together.

Diavolo slowly lowered himself down until he had taken Beel all the way to the base, earning a groan from Beel, which vibrated up through you. Diavolo began to bounce on Beel’s cock, adding the slapping of skin to the cacophony of sounds resounding off the walls. Between Beel’s mouth and his cock, the kiss between you and Diavolo was littered with moans. Beel feasted hungrily. It was so intense, and Diavolo only wished to add to your pleasure by using his free hand to rub you softly.

Despite their focus on your pleasure, Diavolo’s cock ached and twitched with every movement until, finally, he came all over your and Beel’s stomach with a loud moan that lost some of its strength inside your mouth. Diavolo broke the kiss to look at the mess he made. His cum glistened with a faint golden sheen, and he wiped some of it off Beel’s stomach with two fingers and shoved them into your mouth so you could taste it. You sucked them clean.

Although he couldn’t see from this angle, Beel knew what was happening above him. A small spark of jealousy reignited in him, and he thrusted up into Diavolo’s ass; he kept thrusting, forcing Diavolo’s face to twist in ecstasy. He was already getting hard again. As revenge, Diavolo wiped some of his cum off you, and with a firm voice, he demanded Beelzebub to stop licking you.

As much as Beel didn’t want to stop, he felt compelled to obey. Diavolo shoved his cum-coated fingers in the small space between you and Beelzebub. He rubbed his cum over your hole in slow circles before pushing a bit of it inside. Beel growled impatiently.

“I’m so hungry, please,” Beel whined and thrust up against Diavolo until the prince had taken every last inch. Diavolo chuckled, but his body reacted by tightening around Beel, and you could see him biting his lower lip. After a few more gentle prods that sent sparks of pleasure up your spine, causing you to whine and twitch, Diavolo pulled his hand back. Immediately – and without permission to do so, Beelzebub licked it up, curling his tongue inside of you to scrape out every drop of cum. He swallowed it down, savoring the way your taste blended with Diavolo’s. Beel growled again, “Fuck, it’s so good. You taste so good.”

That was all he said before diligently returning to tonguing you. Diavolo’s teasing had already gotten you so close that it was mere seconds before you were right at the cusp of another orgasm. Still rocking on Beel’s cock, Diavolo watched your expression change and leaned close to whisper in your ear, “cum on his tongue, darling. It’ll make us both so happy.”

You came with an uninhibited moan. Beel pulled you down by the hips so he could push his tongue deeper inside of you. A moan vibrated through you as his orgasm chased yours, filling Diavolo with his cum. Once again, he didn’t stop. Your legs shook, only to be held still when Diavolo grabbed you by the thighs. Diavolo was fucking Beel’s cum deeper into himself.

It wasn’t fair. Why were you the only one feeling overstimulated? You pleaded with Diavolo, “Please, Diavolo, make him stop.”

“I’m sorry, dear. I’m afraid his gluttony has rubbed off on me. I’m not ready to stop yet either,” Diavolo admitted apologetically. “You love spoiling Beel. Surely you can last a few more rounds, can’t you?”

With all the restraint they could muster up, they both paused, awaiting your consent to ruin you.

A/N: Sorry it's a bit late. But I hope y'all will enjoy this. Also, I'm sorry if it just got worse as the story progressed. I really don't know how this came out. Anyway, there's a poll up for April if you want to vote in that. It closes in a few days (just before the 8th PST). Also, I can't make any promises for what to expect with posts this month, so let's just say I'll try. Thank you all for the support and kindness. 🖤

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devildom-moss · 25 days

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Just because of what day it still is here (4/1) I want to preface this with: this is not an April fool’s joke (and it would be a bad one if it was)

I’m going to take another two days to finish up that Beel x Dia x mc fic. I will probably be busy all of tomorrow, so I’m going with two.

Sorry, but also thank you for all the patience 🖤

#moss update #I have had a headache on and off almost all day #it came back really hard in the last hour or two and I’m starting to get a little nauseous #so I’m going to try to shower and go to bed

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devildom-moss · 26 days

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April post poll

I'm going to keep offering poll options based on whose birthday occurs that month for the rest of the year (sorry Thirteen fans! Her birthday was in January, but I am still glad I got to post January's poll fic. Also sorry if your fav shares a birthday month with another character.). Anyway. . .

#moss poll #yeah. . .first foursome option and I gave it to Levi like the bastard I am #vote however you please but I will add:#please give me the excuse to write some kind of Levi smut

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devildom-moss · 26 days

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I'm probably going to have to push back the fic until tomorrow (sorry), but I still have April's poll scheduled to go up tonight.

Anyway, while I'm here giving a quick update, I also want to add this:

Happy Trans Day of Visibility

For any trans followers (or just if you happen to be popping by - that's cool too), I love you, and you deserve to love yourself and to love being trans. You don't owe anybody shit.

I offer you all a forehead kiss (should you choose to accept it)

#moss update #even if my average-ish 5'9 ass can't reach someone's forehead because I'm too short I would find a solution

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devildom-moss · 28 days

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I'm alive (light-heartedly). Thank y'all for being so patient with me. I have been having some trouble writing requests for a bit, and I've been a little worn out.

I'm going to just focus on the poll fic for this weekend and try to get other stuff done next month. It's been hard for me to actually get started, but I'm enjoying the process with this one, so hopefully you all will like the NSFW Beel x Diavolo x MC content I'll have for you, some time on the 31st (I hope).

#moss update #also if I can elaborate a little #warning: venting in the tags #but I did kinda pop off with it so maybe give it a read?#I feel a bit disconnected with my words as of late. I can write something but it's hard to tell if it sounds like my other writing #I feel like I've taken my usual voice picked it up and just sort of dropped it in an adjacent location #I can see how I would usually write but it's more like I'm trying to mimic the usual narrative path in real time instead of creating it #like tracing the veins of some familiar creature #and trying to follow the pulsing of blood so I can use its rhythm in my own Frankenstein-ian creature.#It's awkwardly intimate but my hands are doomed to the work of piecing something together.#I happily crazily do it #knowing that I crave it so intensely that it must be done at any means.#Even if it involves this self-conscience feeling of self-mimicry.#How else can I get back to my sense of voice if not to relearn it all over again?

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devildom-moss · 2 months

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Schedule Update

I'm going to be away from my computer for the next week and half or so. I've been really slow with writing. I didn't get much done last week despite spending multiple hours trying to catch up and get ahead, so I could just schedule the stuff to post on time.

Anyway, I am not going to try to write and format what will probably be a +3k word post (nor a second, probably longer post) on my phone. I still want to get the rest of the shorts requests done this month, and I'll probably do some work on them while I'm away. I'll try to get them up near the end of the latter half of the month.

#moss update #moss lover speaks #I'm not going to be away for a bad reason or anything at least #I don't know why I've been so slow lately. Maybe I'm just not doing good mentally? Not sure #It's not even that I'm not enjoying the writing process. I enjoyed the last few posts. My focus hasn't been so good though.#even this update probably took longer than it should...#Also anyone else feel like March is over already? Or is my sense of time is a little off?#finding the right words isn't going well. I have to keep digging for decent #the resistance to creation went from running my hand through a pool of water and dragging myself from a dense mud pit #I'll work through it I guess #Now get out of here if you're still reading the tags #I mean get out of the tags. Don't leave the blog or unfollow. I mean unless you want to...but I'll miss you (/hj? or maybe not?)

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devildom-moss · 2 months

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Signs of Affection (gift)

Part 3/finale of this request (Lucifer, Leviathan, Diavolo, Barbatos, and Simeon)

(Beelzebub x gn!MC) (Thirteen x gn!MC) (Raphael x gn!MC) (Mephistopheles x gn!MC)

(Suggestive)

Word Count: +3,600

Beelzebub

By the time Beelzebub finally returned home, it was late. He made a stop after practice with one goal in mind: to make you smile. So, after a long day, the second he walked through the door, Beel went looking for you. Unfortunately, you weren’t in your room. Nor were you in his room – which was a shame, as a selfish part of him hoped to find you curled up in his sheets, waiting for him to get home. He would have asked Belphie if he hadn’t passed out in his own bed for a pre-dinner nap. Then, he remembered: you were in charge of making dinner tonight. How could he have forgotten? Usually, Beel would look forward to your home cooking all day, anticipation building in him until dinnertime. Beel hurried to the kitchen with a smile on his face.

When he found you, Beel couldn’t hold back. He came up behind you, wrapped his arms around your waist, and buried his face in your neck. Between your scent and the smell of whatever you were cooking, Beel was in a state of bliss. He sighed against your skin and whispered, “found you.”

You noticed that he was still wearing his school uniform. Beel tended to shower and change after he got home – especially when he had practice. “Did you just get back?”

“I’m home now.” Beel hugged you tighter and sighed again. His hot breath tickled your neck. If your presence hadn’t subdued him into a soft, pleasant haze, Beelzebub might have found the words to clarify: now that he finally had you in his arms, he felt at home.

“It’s pretty late. You must be starving. Is that why you came by? I’ll be done soon, I promise,” you reassured him with a soft smile.

“Actually, I came in for this” – Beel took one arm off you to dig something out of his satchel and set a bag of bright crimson candies, tied with a dark green ribbon, on the counter next to the stove – “I bought you a bag of cherry candies.”

“That’s so nice! Thank you, Beel.” You smiled over your shoulder at him.

“I got another bag for myself so I wouldn’t be tempted to eat yours. Wanna try one?”

“Sure.”

Beel pulled out a piece from his own bag – which he had already opened on the walk back home – and unwrapped it for you. Without a word, he brought it up to your lips. You knew you should have been used to him trying to hand feed you by now, but the feeling of his fingertips grazing your lips always stirred something in you, and you were rarely sure whether he was purposefully trying to turn you on or not. Although, those few times where he dared to tease you – by, for example, pushing his finger into your mouth along with a bright cherry candy, and dragging it along your tongue before sliding the saliva-dampened digit down your chin – suggested that he always knew what he was doing to you.

Whether it was from the rush of sugar melting on your tongue or the racing of your heart, your lips curved up.

“There’s that smile.” A soft, breathy chuckle teased you further. “I thought I should bring back something sweet for you – because you’re sweet.”

“Aww, you think I’m sweet?” His words made you melt.

“Yes. You’re a very sweet person,” Beel replied in a candied tone. He loosened his grip around you to place his hands on either side of the stove, boxing you in. Leaning over your shoulder, Beel whispered into your ear: “And you taste even sweeter.”

The seductive drop in his voice sent chills up your spine that caused your shoulders to tremble slightly – an effect you hoped that Beel wouldn’t notice. You did your best to divert his attention and give yourself a chance to calm down. “Are you hungry? Do you want to try some of the stir-fry?”

Beel laughed and opened his mouth for you to feed him. You carefully grabbed a piece of meat with cooking chopsticks and allowed it to cool before holding it in your hands. It wasn’t as if you were eager to feel Beel’s lips on your skin. You just knew that you could trust him to not take a bite out of you more than you could trust him not to bite through the chopsticks. Besides, you didn’t want to contaminate the food by letting him eat with your cooking utensil.

He looked so happy as he chewed. “It’s delicious. I wish I could eat your cooking every day.”

“Thank you, Beel,” you grinned with a hint of pride.

Beelzebub wrapped his arms around you and buried his face into your neck affectionately once more. His cheeks burned, and he admitted, “But I still want to eat you most of all.”

Thirteen

When Thirteen invited you to her cave, you hadn’t expected to find such an obvious trap awaiting you. Right in front of the entrance to the cave was a vibrant pink gift box tied with a blue ribbon. She wasn’t fooling anyone, but you would hate to disappoint her, so you approached the present and leaned down to pick it up, trusting that Thirteen wouldn’t put you in harm’s way. Besides, you didn’t sense any malicious magic coming from the present.

The second you lifted the lid, a flurry of bubbles and confetti rushed out of the box. A particularly large bubble that was uniquely semi-opaque floated closer to you. There was something inside, or at least the strange shadow near the bottom suggested as much. You held your hands to catch the bubble, but just as it reached your palm, it burst into a puff of smoke, leaving its contents in your hand. Once the smoke cleared, you saw a bracelet with large, light pinkish-purple colored stone beads.

“Okay, where’s the cute little trickster who designed this?” you yelled out, knowing that Thirteen was probably watching nearby.

There was a gentle rustling in a nearby tree before you saw Thirteen hanging upside down from a sturdy branch. She arched her spine and bent backwards so she could get a good look at you. Thirteen gave you a smile, kicked her legs off the branch, and flipped over, landing safely on her feet. You felt compelled to clap for her.

“Someone called for a cute trickster?” Thirteen walked over while stretching her arms above her head, lifting her shirt up slightly higher.

You tried to ignore your racing thoughts and asked, showing her the bracelet in your hand, “what’s this?”

“It looks like a thirteen-bead lilac kunzite bracelet – knotted, with a silk cord,” Thirteen answered plainly before a grin snuck up on her face. “Oh~ you mean, is this pretty little accessory and Mr. Bubble Barrage Surprise a gift for a precious human from someone madly in love with them? Who knows.”

“I’d say you might know.” You laughed at her, which only made Thirteen’s smile widen.

“I might,” she confirmed.

“Well, your – I mean their – Mr. Bubble Barrage Surprise was delightful, and it is a very pretty bracelet. Whatever human receives this is lucky, and I’m sure they are just as madly in love with the sender.”

“Oh you!” Thirteen bit her lip, all too pleased that you had not only played along with her but had flirted to the point of making her heart race. “Let me put this on for you.”

“You mean it’s for me?” you teased.

“Stop playing with me – unless you’re willing to put something at stake. In which case, I won’t go easy on you. Now, give it here.” Thirteen held her hand out with a wicked grin. You placed the bracelet in her palm.

Thirteen loosened the bracelet and slipped it over your hand. She rubbed her fingertip over the first stone and continued the motion like they were prayer beads until she got to the seventh. On that one, Thirteen rolled it back and fourth over your skin a few times. Then, she tightened the bracelet around your wrist.

“Thank you, Thirteen. But why did you want to give me this?” Usually, Thirteen preferred to give you food that the both of you could share or gadgets she had made. A bracelet wasn’t something you expected from her. Then, it occurred to you. “Wait, did you make this yourself?”

“What do you think?” Thirteen held your hand up, admiring the way her work looked against your skin. She smirked. “I am good with my hands, after all.”

Trying to ignore her innuendo, you asked, “What made you think to make this for me? It’s so sweet of you.”

“The answer isn’t that sweet; do you still want to know?” Thirteen caressed your knuckles with her thumb.

“Yes.” You nodded.

“I wanted to stake my claim on you. Those idiots are always clamoring for your attention, and I don’t mind that you indulge them, but it makes me feel a bit possessive. Since I’m certain you wouldn’t allow me to bite you every day, this is my way of marking you. I hope you don’t mind.” Thirteen had a soft smile on her lips – tainted with the shame of her jealousy. She grabbed the ends of your bracelet and tugged it gently, guiding your hand upright. Then, she slid her hand up, and intertwined her fingers with yours. “I want you to remember that you’re mine too.”

Raphael

Days alone with Raphael were a rarity, especially days spent comfortably relaxing in his room – and not just because the state of his room was often too chaotic for him to invite you in without any shame. However, Raphael found the place in a post-project cleanliness that encouraged him to ask you over at your earliest convenience. He was happy to have you all to himself.

“Take your shirt off,” Raphael suddenly insisted.

“Excuse me?” He had always been blunt, but the demand startled and flustered you. It wasn’t off the table, but the way he brought up his desires – how he initiated his advances – was jarring. You stared at him, wide-eyed.

Raphael chuckled at your surprise – almost as if he had intentionally phrased it that way just to tease you. He got up and went to his designated “projects for MC” bin and pulled out a neatly folded cloth, “I made you something, and I want to see how it fits you.”

He held a black button-down shirt up to your body. The cuffs and collar had subtle gold and blue embroidery that matched the four-part diamond accent unique to Raphael’s Celestial Realm clothes – the one on his choker and the front of his pantlegs. During his downtime over the past few weeks, Raphael had worked hard, crafting the shirt from scratch and ensuring everything down to the gold-thread buttonholes was beautiful. He had even taken the time to match the golden thread and the diamond-shaped metal buttons.

“Do you not want to get undressed?” Raphael’s lower lip pushed forward in a false pout – and had you realized he was setting you up to tease you, you might not have felt your chest tighten with heart-wrenching pity. That pout revealed its true nature: a wicked smirk unbefitting an angel. “Or maybe you’d like some help, hm?”

“Okay, if you don’t mind,” you agreed coolly, hoping to calm his teasing with shameless honesty.

Raphael draped your new shirt over the edge of his bed, freeing up his hands so he could take his time with you. His fingers lingered along your bare skin, appraising each inch of the exposed flesh he revealed. Scarred, hairy, dry, uneven, or sagging skin – any perceived flaw and every part of your body under his hands deserved the reverence he held for you. Each unnecessary caress was an offering of affection, praise whispered through a brief topographical survey of your body. Once he got you out of your shirt, Raphael took a second to admire you before helping you into the new one. He slowly buttoned it up, savoring the warmth of your core. His fingers stopped after the third button from the top, and he trailed his index finger down your exposed skin until he reached the button he had just done and hooked his finger inside your shirt. A part of him wanted to stop and undress you all over again.

“Raphael.” You cleared your throat in an attempt to pull him out of the daze he had worked himself into. He blinked slowly.

“Sorry. It’s not every day that I get to treat you like my doll.” Raphael held a gentle smile on his lips and dragged his gaze up to your chest as he finished buttoning up your shirt. Just as he imagined it would, the shirt fit beautifully. He smoothed his thumb over the embroidery on your collar. “Perfect.”

Raphael was right. The material was soft, and the shirt was a perfect fit. It was unbelievable. “How did you make this? It feels like you tailored it just for me, but you didn’t even take my measurements. Is that some kind of superpower?”

“Of course not,” Raphael chuckled at your confusion. “You know that silky black shirt you wore at the last R.A.D. event? I thought you looked amazing in it, so I used it to construct a pattern for this shirt.”

“You stole my shirt?”

“No. I borrowed it.”

“What? When? How?” You scrambled to understand what Raphael had done to get his hands on your clothes, but you decided to disregard those concerns and asked, “Do you still have it?”

“Yes – probably. I might have lost it in the sewing process. I’m sorry.” Raphael rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I can buy you a new one.”

“It’s okay. I already have a new shirt thanks to you.” You offered him a soft, understanding smile.

“But you looked really good in that one,” Raphael protested. “Let me buy you a replacement. I insist.”

“Okay, fine.”

“Good.” Raphael busied his hands by folding up the shirt you were wearing before. “Oh, but if I find it, do you want the old shirt back?”

“If you can use it for something else, you can keep it.”

“Oh? Alright.” Raphael nodded. Wonderful. He just had to keep the old one hidden for a few more days.

Mephistopheles

You were busy helping Diavolo, Barbatos, Lucifer, and Satan with paperwork when Mephisto burst into the student council room. He had been searching for you all day to give you a gift. He’d never admit to keeping his eye out for you – nor would he admit to sinking so low as to ask the one angel he actually got along with if he knew your whereabouts. Luke mentioned seeing Barbatos escorting you to the council room, so Mephisto took that lead and explored it.

It was annoying that you weren’t easier to track down, but Mephisto was especially irritated to find you sitting shoulder to shoulder with Lucifer as that pompous bastard leaned over to examine your work – as if it wasn’t the most obvious thing in the world that Lucifer was coming on to you by pressing himself against you. What an entitled ass. What a rude, desperate, jerk!

Mephisto was fuming as he made his way over to you – although his anger wasn’t directed at the human he was unfortunately enamored with. He came up right behind you and Lucifer and sandwiched himself between the two of you as he set a small black leather box with silver accents down on the table.

“For me?” You stared at him, confused.

Lucifer narrowed his eyes at you as if you had just asked the stupidest question he had heard all week. He started to speak: “Are you –”

“Yes, of course it is,” Mephisto cooed, happily interrupting Lucifer, and bent over the table until he had claimed the scarce space between paperwork. He stared at you over his shoulder with a seductive tint that Lucifer should have been grateful to be spared from witnessing. Mephisto’s gaze didn’t break as he asked, “Who else in this room would I go out of my way to spoil, you ridiculous creature?”

“Diavolo, probably,” you answered honestly.

“Lord Diavolo doesn’t require my spoiling. He’s a perfectly capable leader.”

“MC doesn’t require your spoiling either,” Lucifer interjected. “They’re spoiled plenty at home.”

“What sort of egotistical guardian denies someone the simple pleasure of a present because he believes himself capable of tending to their every need?” Mephisto continued to keep his eyes on you as he directed his question at the demon to his side.

“Excuse me? What overinflated suitor believes he’s more capable of pleasing someone who lays their head down in the bed of another?”

“I could ask you the same question!”

“Can you two knock it off?” You sighed, glancing around the room. Barbatos gave you a look that suggested he was two more coded insults away from shutting those two up himself.

“I’m finished with this stack anyway.” Lucifer gathered his paperwork into a tidy pile and got to his feet. “Just call on me if you need anything at all, MC. I’m certain I can fulfill whatever you ask of me.”

Once Lucifer walked away, you saw Mephisto’s shoulders relax. You shook your head, slightly entertained by his commitment to hating Lucifer. “Thank you for the gift, Mephisto. This is very sweet. I’ll open it after I’m done here, okay?”

“Certainly. Well” – Mephisto stood up straight, smoothed down his jacket, and quickly squeezed your shoulder as if he was afraid to let anyone notice that a desire to touch you burned in him – “I should be on my way.”

“Wait. Could I have a kiss before you go?” you asked.

“What? Why would you want –? Right now?” Mephisto felt especially flustered at the idea of kissing you in front of Diavolo and Barbatos. If you had just asked in front of Lucifer and Satan, he would have quickly obliged you.

“Please?” You encouraged him, sweetly.

“What’s the matter, Mephistopheles?” Lucifer made his way back towards the wreckage to antagonize the drowning victim. A sadistic smirk sat on his lips. “I gave MC a kiss the last time I gave them a present. Can’t you do that much?”

“I don’t want to!” Mephisto huffed and stormed away. You felt guilty and were about to chase after him to apologize when he loudly demanded, “Don’t follow me. Just leave me alone.”

You sat back down in your seat and nervously chewed your lower lip. Every part of that situation could have gone better. I probably shouldn’t have asked so much of him, and I didn’t need to be so persistent, you thought. Eventually, you refocused on your paperwork – trying to distract from the awkwardness you felt and to keep your eyes from wandering to the present sitting on the table, taunting you. Mephisto was being so nice to you, and now he's probably in a terrible mood; that didn’t seem fair, and it certainly didn’t seem fair that you were left with a gift that you said you would open. The paperwork-distraction did, inevitably, come to an end. There was nothing left to shove between you and that gift; your hands were idle. Maybe you shouldn’t open it.

“MC,” Diavolo interrupted your thoughts. “I think Mephisto would be happy if you opened it now.”

“He would?” You traced the decorative silver boarder along the top of the box.

“I’ve known him longer than anyone else. If I had to guess, I’d say he was really excited for you to open that present – whether he was here or off sulking somewhere. He just wanted to make you happy.” Diavolo offered you a smile and returned to his desk.

You decided to open it. Inside the box was a well-crafted brooch that was aimed to complement your style, which indicated that Mephisto had carefully considered what would suit you. Underneath the brooch was a small card with your name written on it in Mephisto’s lovely – although possibly ostentatious – calligraphy. You opened the card to read:

Wear this to dinner tonight. Dress nicely. A car will arrive to pick you up at the House of Lamentation at 8pm. Yours, unfortunately, Mephistopheles

He got you a present and asked you on a date – or, well, maybe demanded one. Now you really felt bad for letting him storm off. Would he even still want to keep your date? You pulled out your D.D.D. and anxiously crafted a message.

MC: Hey, Mephi. I’m sorry I was so pushy earlier. I shouldn’t have upset you by asking for a kiss so casually in front of people. I hope you aren’t too upset. . . Do you still want to go on that date tonight? I’ll understand if you want to call it off.

You pressed send and waited for a response that came soon after.

Mephistopheles: Just don’t get so needy in front of Lord Diavolo in the future.

Mephistopheles: And yes, I expect to see you tonight. I’m looking forward to it. However, I need you to do one more thing for me.

MC: Sure, what is it?

Mephistopheles: Bring a change of clothes with you – unless you want me to drop you off at home tomorrow afternoon in the same outfit you were wearing when you left.

You rolled your eyes and tried to tease him.

MC: What? I can’t go home in the morning? Are you not a morning demon?

Mephistopheles: I won’t be done with you by the time morning reaches us. Any other questions, you ridiculous creature?

(kiss version - Mammon, Satan, Asmodeus, Belphegor, Solomon)

A/N: This took way too long and I cannot explain why (I don't know. Maybe my brain is broken). Also we should get to romance the sides after the next update because it would make sense but also because I want to - even if they might disappoint me.

#requests #gn!mc #beelzebub #thirteen #raphael #mephistopheles #obey me short fic #even though Mephi's is not very short because I like making him argue with Lucifer #obey me side characters #obey me #obey me beelzebub #obey me thirteen #obey me raphael #obey me mephistopheles #I love writing bitchy banter which is why I love writing Mephi stuff with Lucifer #Although some of my OCs would probably also be pretty dick-ish when given the chance

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devildom-moss · 2 months

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Just curious but would you accept requests that MC have suicidal thoughts? Only if you don't mind of course! Thanks!

Thank you for asking, anon. While my requests aren’t open right now, I would say yes, I would (with the understanding that experience with those thoughts varies and I may not portray MC as you hoped).

I know that there’s a good chance a handful of people who read my stuff may struggle with this themselves, so I think there are two main reasons I would allow this kind of request: to explore it as a part of a character and/or with the aim to provide a bit of comfort for those affected (obviously, not to replace getting actual help).

I’d want to be more careful around the topic, but I’m willing to approach it.

#replies #anon #ask #I’ve dealt with suicidal ideation on and off for at least a decade #I’m willing to write it in part due to that but it would still require careful consideration

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devildom-moss · 2 months

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I am actually a little bit surprised (but not that y'all are a little thirsty) Finally, some Beel smut.

March post poll

March means the twins' birthday, so of course, I have to offer Beel and Bel options, right? I don't have any ideas yet, but NSFW Beel wins, it'll probably be that mango idea I mentioned earlier this year.

#moss update #also fun info but I was working on the fic for Saturday and I started working on Raphs and. . .oof.#I don't know if it will stay in but I just had Raphael tell MC “It's not every day that I get to treat you like my doll.”#why does that sound so dirty?? Is it just me? Have I lost it? Maybe I'm a bit worn down.#I really think my brain took this part of the prompt and decided that I was going to work on writing emotional/mental foreplay. kill me #(/joking - unless someone wanted to end me in a weirdly intimate way or something. Still a little rude but fair.)

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devildom-moss · 2 months

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Me: Surely the "gift" part of the Signs of Affection collection is going to be the most innocent. They're not even going to kiss MC. Although, I feel kind of bad for making Beel and the side characters the innocent ones. That's sort of playing into the innocent Beel belief that I only use as a joke.

Me (after actually starting to work on it): Is. . .Is this actually worse?

#moss lover speaks #I'm still a bit stuck on an idea for Thirteen but the other three are a bit. . .uhm #it's like my brain realized I couldn't add any kisses and said “Okay. I'll get creative.”#Since I'm still writing I don't know whose will be the horniest right now but Beel's might be it #He sticks his finger in MC/reader's mouth and it's a little thirsty...#Raphael's might turn out a little. . . a little more serrano than jalapeño too #Mephi will probably be on par with Diavolo's or Barb's though #And Thirteen is a mystery my brain will unravel later (but I'm hoping for horny - a Solomon or higher. . .as Luci might say)#am I funny enough to reference my own past fics? Probably not but oh well.

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devildom-moss · 2 months

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Barbatos walks in on MC watching something unspeakable

Barbatos: What in the Devildom are you doing?! Watching . . . that . . . on your D.D.D.? Are you trying to get ride of me?

[MC watching cute rat and mice videos]

MC: Barbatos! I'm so sorry! I didn't hear you come in.

Barbatos: Do you watch those vile creatures for fun? Those wretched monsters?

MC: I like them. I think they’re cute.

Barbatos: Alas, that is the trait I hate most about you.

MC: Wow. That's sort of mean, and you know it's a really petty thing to hate me for, right?

Barbatos: I’m aware, but it seems you misunderstood. I don’t hate you. In fact, I find you so incredibly charming that your love for something so awful is your worst trait.

MC: Aww!

Barbatos: . . . Now please stop watching those videos so I can walk over there and kiss you. I require your comfort after walking in on that.

#gn!mc #barbatos #obey me chat text #obey me #obey me barbatos #I think he'd rather walk in on MC watching porn than see them watching videos of rats #Actually I'm certain he would because at least if it's the former he can tease them or offer to “help”#But as terrified as he is I still think he would manipulate MC into giving him extra attention #because this man is so put together that he only indulges and allows himself to be spoiled under extreme circumstances #put together. . .but also a little emotionally stunted #oh right and 2 more days left to vote for the poll fic. Not as much attention for the twins I guess

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devildom-moss · 2 months

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Thank you. Yes. A perfect 3-part summary of this blog:

horny, dirty, fucked up, angsty

a little funny, mostly stupid, still a little horny?

softdom, rot your teeth sweet - giving, comfort

#moss lover speaks #that sums this blog up I guess?#I don’t really understand why those three are there but I also don’t really care

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devildom-moss · 2 months

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March post plan

The goal for this month is to finish all the requests under the shorts category. I'm going to aim for one post a week for a while.

Saturday (10pm PST)

3/2 – Signs of affection: Kiss (Mammon, Satan, Asmodeus, Belphegor, Solomon)

3/9 – Signs of affection: Gift (Beelzebub, Thirteen, Raphael, Mephistopheles)

3/16 – Flowers (the demon brothers)

3/23 – Hurt/comfort (the others)

3/30 – Hard core sex with aftercare (the sides)

Poll story: 3/31 midnight PST

#moss update #getting the first one and the poll story up so quickly after the last request might be a little difficult #but I already managed to get the first one done in just a few days so yay #I realize it's not a lot since I'll still have 13 requests left after this month #but my guys...for real February was not good in my brain

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devildom-moss · 2 months

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Signs of Affection (kiss)

Part 2 of this request (Lucifer, Leviathan, Diavolo, Barbatos, and Simeon)

(Mammon x gn!MC) (Satan x gn!MC) (Asmodeus x gn!MC) (Belphegor x gn!MC) (Solomon x gn!MC)

(Suggestive)

Word Count: +4,100 (we aren't going to talk about the size difference between these shorts okay?)

Mammon

“Geez, that sucked. Two hours of silent studyin’ for an F? I got a different F for that guy: a big ‘fuck you,’” Mammon grumbled to himself with his hands folded behind his head as he walked out of his mandatory extra lessons – or rather, they could have been classified as lessons if he had actually learned anything. Instead, Mammon spent the first 5 minutes trying to read one paragraph four times and the next 3 minutes trying to read the following paragraph before he became acutely aware that the supervising professor for today was watching him. He was clearly disappointed and judgmental of Mammon’s ongoing failure to turn the page. For the rest of his lesson, Mammon alternated between daydreaming about you – twisting your image in his head into a variety of different scenarios from innocent dates to the most depraved acts – and counting how many times he could spot the first letter of your name on the page. At least with the latter, it looked like he was reading.

“Mammon! How was delinquent rehab?” you teased him from your spot on the bench outside of the class.

Mammon shrieked and jumped. “W-what the fuck are ya doin’ here?!”

“MAMMON!” The supervisor poked his head out of the door. “Stop yelling in the hall and go home before I decide to keep you for another hour.”

“Sorry, that was my fault, Professor Amy. I startled him.” You stood up and bowed slightly, hoping the astronomy – and somehow, simultaneously, art – professor would go easy on Mammon if you took the heat.

“Oh, it’s you.” You were right to hope; Amy’s tone instantly softened. “If you’re on your way home, please take this loudmouth with you.”

“Who ya callin’ a loudmouth, man?” Mammon growled. You cupped your hand over his mouth; better late than never.

“Yes, I’ll be on my way now. I was just waiting for Mammon to finish his lessons.”

“Does being an idiot pay off after all?” Amy mused aloud – mostly to annoy the muzzled Mammon. “Very well. Be safe on your way home.”

“Alright, thank you, sir.” You smiled at him and began to drag Mammon down the hall. You only uncovered his mouth once the professor had gone back inside, and you were safely out of earshot.

“’Thank you, sir,’” Mammon mocked you. “Fuck was all that? You ain’t fuckin’ that teacher now are ya?”

“No, you pervert. It’s called being polite. You’d probably get in less trouble if you tried it with a few of your professors.”

“What’cha doin’ bein’ all polite to him for, anyway? Guy’s not even a good teacher, and he clearly has a human kink. Just stay away from him.”

“I almost never talk to him outside of our classes.” You rolled your eyes at Mammon. His jealousy had been excessive recently. As a slight punishment, you decided to tease him. “And why do you know so much about human kinks that you can recognize it in someone else?”

“Shuddup. It ain’t like that!”

“Like what?”

“I don’t have a human kink or nothing,” Mammon yelled. His cheeks burned, and he blurted out, “it’s only you.”

“Sorry, what was that?” you teased, biting back your smile.

“I didn’t say shit. Forget it.” Mammon crossed his arms as he picked up his speed just enough to walk ahead of you, hoping to avoid showing you the blush that stained his face.

“Okay, Mammon.” You dropped it, allowing him a bit of his dignity.

You both walked in silence for a minute until, finally, Mammon slowed down and started to walk beside you again. His blush had calmed. He glanced to the side briefly, trying not to draw your attention, but you noticed and smiled at him. Why do ya always look so cute ‘n happy when you’re walkin’ home with me, huh? What gives? Mammon wondered. If something as simple as walking home could make you smile like that, you were going to start charming demons left and right, and Mammon had no intention of sharing any more of you than he had to. That’s why he was so annoyed by you being nice to that professor. Just thinking about the way that demon’s face softened around you was pissing him off.

Suddenly, Mammon remembered what you had said, and his cheeks reignited in a faint blush. Nervous and masking his shyness with aggression, Mammon asked, “Hey, were ya serious about that back there – about just waitin’ for me to get out?”

“Yeah, of course I was.”

“For real? Ya waited two whole hours?”

“For my favorite hole? Yeah.” You smirked.

“Shuddup!” Mammon’s face burned. “Now who’s bein’ a perv?!”

“At least we’re even.” You smiled sweetly, as if you hadn’t just said something so vulgar – on a public street, no less.

Mammon stopped in his tracks, confidence surging in him. You stopped and looked back, confused. He grinned. “Ya must really love the Great Mammon, huh?”

“Sure do,” you readily agreed.

“I knew it!” Mammon pronounced – as if the occasional doubt had never wandered into his head. While he still had the courage to act, Mammon grabbed the sides of your face and quickly placed a kiss on your cheek. He whispered in your ear, “Thanks for bein’ so sweet to me, MC.”

Before you could register what had just happened, Mammon took off running towards the House of Lamentation. He pulled out his phone, skillfully dodging random obstacles and other demons as he appeared to start typing something. Seconds later, your D.D.D. buzzed.

Mammon: First one home gets a real kiss from the loser. Deal?

You laughed and stared down the street, watching as Mammon increased the distance between you. There was no way you were going to catch up to him.

MC: Deal. 💛

Satan

Satan was utterly thrilled when he found out the library had finally received the book that he requested two months ago. He insisted upon checking it out immediately after class, and since you had studying to do anyway, you went along with him.

With his new book acquired, Satan joined you at the small table you had settled into and began to read. However, his attention’s lifespan was uncharacteristically short despite his initial excitement. Satan’s eyes wandered away from the page, drifting up to you. Each time he tried to refocus on the book, his gaze punished him for a failure to indulge himself by lingering on you.

Few things enticed Satan more than you – especially when you got that serious look on your face. He had tried to keep reading too many times to keep track of, and now he couldn’t bear to tear his eyes away from you again. So, he just sat there, watching you read over your notes, recopying the most relevant points on a fresh sheet of paper. You were being so diligent.

One of the awful things about demons is that the alarm bells that go off in your head when you think someone is watching you are stronger and scarier when that someone is a powerful demon – and the fear your innate human senses created under the predatory gaze of a demon like Satan, whose sin was a destructive and devastating wrath, was intense. It sent a shiver up your spine, and when you looked up to find Satan’s eyes locked on your face, you jumped in your seat slightly. He didn’t need to look so hungry.

“Please stop staring, Satan.” You looked away, trying to turn your attention back to your studies.

“You don't want me to stare at you?” Satan got out of his seat across the table and took the spot right next to you. He propped his chin up in his hand and stared at you up close, eyeing you up and down with a smug grin on his face. “I want to. What's the problem?"

“It’s a bit distracting to have your eyes on me.” That was at least mostly true. There was no need to mention he was also turning you on in public. “I’d rather you not just stare at me.”

“Is that all?” Satan laughed. “You don’t want me to just stare? Very well.”

Satan leaned in, slowly shutting his eyes, and kissed your cheek. His warm lips lingered on your skin and his hot breath tickled. You could feel another chill run up your spine when his eyes fluttered back open. Even when he pulled back, his mouth hovered just over your cheek.

Another set of eyes landed on you. From a few aisles away, another library regular was stunned in their spot, mortified to have witnessed the Avatar of Wrath kissing a human in the library – not that they hadn’t seen worse. They gave you an awkward wave before turning and walking in the opposite direction, abandoning the book they had been searching for.

“Satan,” you chided him.

“What?” Satan hummed, inching closer to your ear, and whispered, “Do you still want more?”

“Someone saw.” You felt a bit guilty about it, too. Their embarrassment matched yours; in fact, it may have been even worse. “Why did you kiss me?”

“I wanted to. And who cares if someone saw? What are they going to do about a kiss on the cheek? It’s fine.” Satan placed another kiss on your cheek before returning to whisper seductively in your ear, “Besides, we’ve done worse. Don’t act so shy and innocent now. Do you need a reminder of all the things we’ve done – or perhaps you’d prefer a physical demonstration?”

What did you do to deserve this? You were just trying to study.

Asmodeus

“You weren’t waiting too long for moi, were you?” Asmo rushed to the table that you had grabbed when you arrived. He had a grin on his lips, but that charming smile was a cover for the guilt and anxiety he felt about being fifteen minutes late for your date. He couldn’t figure out which pair of socks to wear to complement his boots and skirt – and in the end, he just ended up pulling on a pair of lace stockings. Usually, Asmo didn’t care if he was a little late, but the idea of leaving you all alone in a demon-infested night café didn’t sit well with him.

“I would have happily waited much longer – especially when you show up, looking this cute.” You smiled at him sweetly, and every inch of Asmo’s body burned.

“Ooh, you little charmer.” Asmo giggled. “Did you order yet?”

“Of course not; I wanted to wait for you.”

“Such an obedient human,” Asmo teased, leaning over the table and resting his chin on his hand. He stared at you affectionately.

“I’ve never been called that in my life.” You laughed, and that only made Asmo happier to have said it.

“Want me to go up and order? Just tell me what you want – other than me, of course.” Asmo got to his feet and waited patiently for you to relay your order. With a smile and a wink, Asmo booped your nose. “Excellent. Now make sure to enjoy the view.”

Before you could question him, Asmo spun around and walked toward the register. Each step was a deliberate effort to draw your attention to his legs and ass. Oh. That view. Asmo was a hopeless flirt, but he was awfully sweet, too. Besides, you couldn’t deny that it was a good view.

Unfortunately, as Asmo returned from placing the order, he was faced with the irritating realization that he was not the only view in the café. He caught a handful of demons leering at you – and one of them appeared to be approaching. Not on Asmo’s expensive, crystal watch. He hurried back to the table just in time to cut off the tall demon, placing his delicate hand over your shoulder possessively. With a haunting smile, Asmo stared them down. He announced – more to the other demon than to you, “I’m back, hun. Did you miss me?”

A shiver ran up the demon’s spine, and their eyes went wide. They weren’t about to square up with Asmodeus over a human – not after all the rumors they had heard about bloodlust being stronger in lust demons than those ruled by wrath. The demon awkwardly tried to escape by blurting out, “enjoy your date.”

The demon scurried away quickly, and you looked up at Asmo just in time for his menacing aura to dissipate. “That was weird, right?”

“Some people just can’t act right around cuties.” Asmo dismissed your worry with a lighthearted laugh.

“So, you get that a lot?”

“Sometimes, but I don’t mean me.” Asmo leaned down to whisper in your ear, “You’re so cute it’s drawing attention.”

“I’m not as cute as you, though.” You smiled. “Now, sit down with me.”

“Actually, I was hoping we could snap a few pictures first. Do you mind?”

“Sure, I guess.” You shrugged and started to stand, but Asmo used his hand that was still resting on your shoulder to push you back down into your seat.

“No need to get up,” Asmo cooed. He took a step back and leaned over your chair so he could get right next to your face and drape his arms over you. “This position is perfect.”

Asmo snapped a few pictures. With each one, he seemed to get closer until his cheek was pressed to yours affectionately. He asked you to make a half heart with your hand and completed it with his own. Then, catching you off guard, Asmo kissed your cheek tenderly, waiting a few seconds before finally snapping a picture. He immediately pulled his phone back and stood up to discreetly examine the photo. The shit-eating grin on his face spoke for itself. He was all too pleased with it.

“What was that?” You scoffed. You probably should have anticipated that level of physical affection from Asmo, but sometimes, he still surprised you.

“Hmm? Isn’t it obvious?” Asmo looked down at you, innocently tilting his head. “I had to mark my territory.”

“What?” Your eyes widened. Sure, Asmo was always teasing you and flirting, but you hadn’t quite expected that answer. Asmo giggled and bent over, getting indecently close to your neck.

“I had to mark you,” he repeated in a low, seductive tone. “Would you rather I leave a hickey on your neck right now instead? I’d be happy to.”

“Just be a good boy and sit down.” You sighed. It wasn’t that embarrassing, but all you could do was imagine Lucifer’s voice scolding you for indulging Asmo too much in public.

“Ooh, I do want to be your good boy. Okay.” Asmo grinned, biting back the urge to call you one of a myriad of unacceptable titles, and returned to his seat across from you. He pulled his phone out and started messing with it. “See, I’m behaving.”

You laughed. Something told you that he was not, in fact, behaving. It only took a few minutes of mindless chatting while he continued tapping away at his phone – a habit you were so accustomed to that it usually didn’t strike you as rude – for your suspicion to be confirmed.

Your D.D.D. buzzed with an alert from Asmo’s Devilgram. He posted the picture of him kissing your cheek with a pink heart emoji covering your face – for the sake of your privacy. That was decent of him. You smiled softly, certain that Asmo was watching you. It already had over 6k likes by the time you scrolled down to read the caption: Ugh. My date is so cute that they’re attracting all sorts of attention. No one else deserves to see that cute face tonight but moi~ What do you think, everyone, should I mark them for myself?

Asmo was spared a playful lecture when his name was called at the counter. You got up to help him carry the drinks and food back to your table. The barista seemed to be staring at you, but when Asmo put his finger up to his lips, they got flustered and looked away, returning to their work. Covering your face in the picture served another purpose: Asmo was hiding the gloss mark he left on your cheek. You didn’t need to know about it yet.

Belphegor

Belphie was lucky that you had chosen to sit in the back of the lecture hall where he could comfortably lean up against your shoulder and fall asleep without immediate repercussions. At least he was polite enough to nap on the shoulder for your non-dominant hand so you could continue to take notes as you listened to the lecture. Occasionally, you glanced down at his sleeping face; he looked so sweet, peaceful, and adorable.

The clock ticked down the few remaining minutes of the lecture, which was your cue to begin the wake-up process. Although Belphegor seldom cared what his brothers or the professor thought about him using you as a pillow during class, you found that it was easier to just wake him up before the complaints came rolling in. You set your pen down, pet Belphie gently, and whispered his name so that only he would hear you. A soft moan left him, and he nuzzled into your arm before leisurely opening his eyes with a content smile.

“Good morning, MC.” Belphie whispered into your ear.

Reluctantly, Belphegor forced himself upright and away from the warmth of your body just in time for the lecture to be dismissed. The professor and other students gathered their things and collectively made their way towards the doors. You, however, waited on Belphegor to shake off his nap and get to his feet.

“C’mon, MC. Catch up,” Mammon shouted from the front of the class.

“Give us a second,” you replied at a lower volume.

“Man, you two are so slow. I ain’t waitin’ around forever.” Mammon groaned and made his way slowly towards the door.

“He would know slow,” Belphie muttered just loud enough for you to hear as he stood up.

“Belphie,” you chided him, but your tone went ignored.

“Hey, can I borrow your notes later? Maybe we could review together.” There was a soft, sweet neediness in Belphie’s voice.

“Didn’t you catch the lecture in your sleep like you usually do?” Sometimes Belphie’s ability to remember things that happened around him while he was asleep creeped you out. He was like an unassuming monitoring device if he wanted to be.

“Indulge me.” Belphie knocked his shoulder against yours playfully.

“I always do, don’t I?” You sighed. That was the unfortunate effect he had on you: you always found yourself spoiling him, even when he didn’t deserve it – or rather, especially when he didn’t.

You were just about to walk into the hall when Belphie grabbed your hand and pulled you back into the classroom before the others spotted you. He played with your hand, caressing you with his thumbs. His cheeks were stained light pink as his eyes flitted from your hand to your face.

“What’s the matter, Bel?”

Belphie closed the distance between you, springing forward to kiss your cheek. The sudden movement surprised you, but it wasn’t especially shocking; Belphegor had always been physically affectionate. He inched closer, causing his hot breath to ghost over your skin. His lips curved into a precious grin as he whispered in your ear: “Thank you for always spoiling me.”

The honey-sweet tone of Belphie’s voice was undercut by a sharp yell from the corner of the room. “I saw that.”

It was Solomon. He stopped shoving his books into his bag to glare at the back of Belphegor’s head. Unfortunately for Solomon, Belphie wasn’t bothered; he simply rolled his eyes and shrugged.

“Cool shit, bro.” Belphie replied in a condescending tone and lifted his arm up in the air to flip Solomon off. You watched Solomon’s jaw drop slightly as he physically recoiled. Sometimes Solomon forgot how rude Belphegor could be. It was hard not to laugh, but you really shouldn’t encourage his bad behavior by laughing. “Come on, MC. Let’s go.”

Belphie grabbed your arm and dragged you into the hall. He was attached, and he had no intention of letting you go anytime soon. In fact, he planned to stay glued to your side until his desire for your attention was fully satisfied.

Solomon

The warmth of Solomon’s hands as he caressed your cheek was nothing compared to the warmth of his praise and your own pride swelling in your chest. Solomon hummed, “You did such a good job.”

You had successfully used a heating spell on the first try, evidenced by the warmth in Solomon’s previously cold hands. It had been a while since you got a spell that Solomon taught you perfect right away – let alone one that required you to manipulate another person’s body (and you could worry about the ethical dilemma involved with that later). Neither of you had expected you to raise his body temperature at such an ideal rate and stop at the perfect temperature. Of course, Solomon trusted you not to hurt him, but he was impressed by your control. He wanted to test you further.

“Excellent. Let’s try something similar.” Solomon began to search his shelves for the right ingredients. He continued to talk as he scanned, “I want to see if you can cool down an external object with the same level of control. If you can do it, I’ll reward you.”

“Bring it on,” you accepted. Solomon offered you plenty of praise when you did well, but he so rarely gave you an actual reward for your work. It was exciting to imagine what you could earn. Maybe he would teach you a cool, secret spell or give you a magical item. But more motivating than a reward was the idea of making Solomon proud.

“That’s my apprentice – so eager,” he mused, grabbing a bottle of glowing red liquid.

“Oh, but no home cooking as a reward,” you added, sparing your future self from potential suffering.

Solomon whipped his head around with a pout before returning to his search. He found a beaker and brought everything to his desk. By then, the pout had reshaped itself into a smirk. “I didn’t have cooking in mind when I offered you a reward, so it looks like we have a deal.”

Solomon poured plain water and the glowing red liquid into the beaker. They failed to mix. You asked, “What do I have to do?”

It was simple – or at least that was what Solomon said. All you had to do was cool the contents of the container between 32 to 36 degrees below the freezing point of water. If the red substance dipped under 36 degrees below the freezing point of water, it would become unstable. If you failed, the ice and glass would break open. Solomon didn’t tell you anything about the red substance or what “unstable” meant for it. All you knew was that you had a four-degree margin of error.

“And you’re sure it’s safe?”

“I wouldn’t put my favorite apprentice in danger for a game, would I?”

With that reassurance, you focused your magic into the beaker. As the water slowly solidified, the red liquid became concentrated at the center until it was encased in ice. You just had to keep lowering it until something felt right. You stopped and nodded. Solomon inspected the beaker.

“A beautiful job,” Solomon praised you.

“Really? What did I do though?”

“I’ll tell you once the ice melts,” Solomon waved off your curiosity. “For now, it’s time for your reward. Close your eyes.”

You did as he instructed and listened to him moving about the room. His presence got closer until you could feel his warmth. He placed a soft kiss on your cheek, causing your eyes to shoot open and your face to burn. Solomon chuckled at your response.

“I could feel your cheeks getting warm. Did I embarrass you?”

“No. I was just surprised.”

“Really?” Solomon leaned in and kissed your cheek again. “I don’t know. Your face burns under my lips.”

“You’re a terrible teacher,” you retorted. That wasn’t what you were expecting, of course he flustered you.

“Oh? That can’t possibly be true. My adorable apprentice seems to be doing quite well,” Solomon laughed, all too pleased with his successful attempt to tease you. “You learn so quickly. Should we try something even harder? Think you can handle it?”

There was a seductive tint to his words, and you narrowed your eyes at Solomon. “Same shady reward system? Pass.”

“Nope,” Solomon leaned close, trying to entice you. How were you just now noticing how sweet he smelled? Was he wearing perfume or cologne today? You didn’t have time to linger on the thought. Solomon dropped his voice, and through a wicked smirk, he added, “even shadier. If you succeed, I’ll do whatever you ask for a full day.”

“And if I fail?” you asked cautiously.

“I get to punish you.”

(gift version - Beelzebub, Thirteen, Raphael, Mephistopheles)

A/N: These ones got really flirty. . . oh well. Uhm, leave me nice comments or something. I don't know. I feel like I'm forgetting to say something. . .

#requests #gn!mc #mammon #satan #asmodeus #belphegor #solomon #obey me short fic #obey me #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me solomon #oh and enjoy a new OC. . .don't let me bring him back unless y'all have a teacher kink or something...

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