the first time—
obey me boys x reader
wc : 3.k
warnings : mild mc injuries, reference to lesson 16 (belphie)
synopsis : a collection of firsts with your pining boys + Luke cause I adore hims (and minus asmo)
the first time you felt his bare touch
Solomon’s new potion experiment made you sick : feverish, sluggish, barely being able to walk without stumbling. You definitely shouldn’t have tested it for him during RAD, because now you were disoriented, and leaned up against the hallway wall when you should be in class.
Lithe fingers grabbed your jaw gently, sending shivers down your body; their touch was cold and soft...comforting. It felt nice.
Without bothering to open your eyes, your own hand came up to grasp theirs. You leaned into the touch and let out a miserable noise. A deep, familiar, chuckle made you snap your eyes open.
Lucifer stood in front of you with an amused, albeit concerned, smile on his face. “Mc, it seems you’re running a fever.”
But you weren’t focused on his words, no. You were focused on his ungloved hand. You trailed your fingers across the exposed skin, running over each of his digits before you noticed his nails.
Red. His nails were red. Of course they were red. The sight alone made you smile, and against your better judgment, you pulled his hand up to place kisses on each of his fingertips.
Ruby eyes widened slightly at your action, body forcibly repressing shivers and the stupid blush that wanted to crawl up his face. “Mc.”
“Let’s just stay here for a bit, please.” You knew he could fix your sickness with a snap of his fingers, but... “Wanna feel your touch.”
And maybe Lucifer shouldn’t get in the habit of spoiling you, but you’re pouting and nuzzling into his hand, and he can’t deny the pride swelling in his chest because you’d rather be sick and miserable than have him pull away and tug his glove back on.
(As he slid down the wall to sit on the floor with you, he made the fever disappear anyway. Your bright smile made missing class worth it, especially when you tugged off his other glove and rested your face in his hands.)
the first time you kissed him
“Thank you, Mammon.”
Your soft tone had him looking up from your rather poorly bandaged wrist, eyebrows furrowed, “Y-yeah, of c-course.” His mouth was pulled into a frown as he finished up. How could he have been so careless? He should’ve been standing closer to you. He should’ve gotten up even after he slipped and protected you. He should’ve-
Blue eyes snapped up, meeting your worried e/c hues. Fuck, it made his heart lurch. “Next time I’m gonna be the one that saves you. Me. Not Lucifer, not anyone else. A-and if I can’t save you, your only other choice is to die! It’s me or no one!”
You nodded softly, gaze never straying from his. “You or no one.”
He nodded back absentmindedly, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere with his stupid fumbling. Faintly, he recognizes that Beel could be coming back at any second, but when your hand brushes against his cheek he can’t help but lean closer.
“You’re so sweet, Mammon…” you cradled his face with both hands now, gently pulling him forward, “My best first man.” your lips slotted over his hesitantly and just a bit clumsily.
His heart nearly shot out of his chest at the way you were being so soft with him— a demon. So he reciprocates the kiss just as softly, if not a little more firmly. And he could almost float back to the celestial realm with how light he feels when you press just a little closer to him.
(And yeah he’s greedy, he’s the fucking avatar of greed, so Mammon doesn’t feel bad in the slightest when your phone starts buzzing with incoming texts from Levi. He just pulls you in closer, makes you stay with him just a bit longer because now he’s addicted to the feel of your kiss.)
the first time you linked hands
When you heard there was going to be a ball during your retreat at the Demon Lord’s Castle, you were excited! You enjoyed the thought of getting to dress up and dance like the fairy tales, but the actual thing had you feeling nervous; there were so. many. people. Demons, really, but that actually made it worse.
And after being politely threatened by Lucifer (again), you and your now very much aching hand were ready to curl up and disappear. But that wasn’t an option, so you wandered around close to the walls until a gentle touch made you stop.
“M-mc?” Levi’s tail had curled around your wrist while he stood shifting his weight around. As his hand moved to brush against yours, he didn’t make a single sound, choosing instead to ask his question silently.
‘D-do you w-want to h-h-hold my h-hand?’
Even though he wasn’t speaking, you could still hear his cute, nervous stuttering clear as day in your mind; it makes you smile and step closer. Your pinky wraps around his in a ‘yes’, feeling grateful he noticed your discomfort.
Levi jolts, having been prepared to get rejected. His face burns with an alarming red but he slowly intertwines all your fingers together nonetheless. Almost instinctively, his thumb begins rubbing circles over yours, “D-do you f-feel better y-yet?”
You did. Even the ache Lucifer caused in your hand seemed to dull at his bashful smile. “Yes, Levi. Thank you.”
He nodded, pushing down the urge to curl up and hide away when you squeezed his hand, making him jolt again. The sound of your fond laughter sent him reeling and he awkwardly squeezed back just to hear it again and again.
(He can feel his palms growing sweaty as the time passes, and Levi is all but amazed you seem to not care. Your fingers stay tangled with his, palms never breaking contact, even if you have to tug one another clumsily so you can walk around another guest without letting go. It makes Levi all fuzzy and warm— and he’s pretty sure it’s not just because it’s getting hot in the ballroom.)
the first time you genuinely smiled at him
It had been nearly a week since you, Lucifer, Mammon, and Satan returned home from the fiasco in London. Things were good between you and the fourth born, much to his delight. He wasn’t expecting it since he did try to attack you before the trip, even if he already apologized for it.
A ‘I’ve actually gotten pretty used to it?’ was thrown out before you were dragging him down to dinner by his sleeve. Being in the devildom, Satan supposes he should be glad that you aren’t giving such severe reactions to these things like you were when you first arrived (the ordeal with Lucifer and the grimoire was another thing entirely), but he still feels as though he should make up for losing his cool.
He decided on asking what your favorite book is so he can get himself a copy to read and then get you a copy of his favorite book in return. As he sat reading, waiting for you to arrive, he failed to notice your presence in the doorway until you rapped your knuckles on the wood.
Placing his bookmark, Satan stood up, excited to give you his gift when he had the breath stolen from him. You hadn’t moved but now you were holding up a lanyard, a familiar chocolate lizard attached, with a beaming smile.
His fingers clutched at his identical keychain, one he’d tied to his favorite bookmark. You’d noticed. It made you happy. You were smiling at him. He’d never seen such genuineness directed at him from you and the sight itself, the feeling of being on the receiving end of it, made him beam right back as he held out the book for you.
(And when you settle down beside him on the common room couch, immersed in reading the book he’d gotten you- his favorite- Satan can’t resist peering over the top of his own book to take in your reactions. Because when you smile at the story, it almost feels like you’re still smiling at him.)
the first time you cooked for him, only him
[HoL gc; Beel] :(. :((. :(((. :((((.
[HoL gc; Lucifer] Put your D.D.D down and rest. We’ll bring you something after school.
You frowned at Beel’s obvious misery, knowing the sickness had to be bad if he couldn’t make it to school. The thought of him with a fever, bedridden and being unable to get food from the fridge- and possibly not even being able to keep it down- made your stomach twist unpleasantly.
[Mc] Stay in bed for me, bub.
Beel whined pitifully at your text, stomach rumbling and head aching. “Mc…” he rolled over, arms moving to cover his face when yours popped in his vision. “M-mc?” Despite being confused at your presence, he tugged you closer to his feverish body.
“Hi, bubs. ‘M here. Not goin’ anywhere, okay?” Rubbing a cool rag over his face, neck, and chest, you smiled down at him reassuringly, “You smell that? I brought you some food. Cooked it just for you.”
His sense of smell was severely dulled from the sickness, but at the mention of your cooking, he sniffed a couple times until he could pick up the faint aroma, “Just f-for me? You should be in school…Lucifer’s going to get mad.”
You shook your head, dismissing his worries, “Shh. I left to cook some ‘feel better’ food for my favorite red-head. Ain’t no better reason to skip than that, now here. Try and eat as much as you can- it should all be easy on your stomach.”
He sips at the soup first, eyeing the rest of the dishes he easily made out as popular human world remedies. Beel’s stomach growls in appreciation and his heart beats two times faster, “Thank you, Mc! Eat some with me?”
(The Fangol game on friday he had to get better for was forgotten as you sat by his side and shared food. Your insistence to let him eat first, and the majority, made his cheeks flush hotter than the fever. Food tastes better when he could eat it with you and it tasted even better when you made it for him…stay with him until he gets better. And all the days after, too.)
the first time you hugged him (again)
“Stupid Lucifer and his stupid lectures and stupid face-“
You bit your lip to keep from grinning as you rounded the corner and peeked into the planetarium. “Belphie?” The sight of a tail flicking angrily made you snort.
He turned, lips pursed in a pout and eyebrows furrowed, “What?”
A smile finally tugged at your lips, hand coming up to smooth back his hair, being mindful of his horns. The shocked expression you received was amusing and you couldn’t help but laugh, “Aww.”
“D-don’t ‘aww’ at me!” Belphie’s face flushed as he shook his head, making his hair fall back into place. The loss of warmth from your touch made him frown, “What do you want?”
You sighed at his tense stature. “Lucifer can be a jerk sometimes. Don’t worry about him.” Your arms wrapped around his waist tightly in a hug; he felt…good.
Meanwhile Belphie ran stiff as a board, eyes widening comically and mouth dropping open. This feeling…he remembered it— he’s craved it ever since-
“You did it! You actually did it! I’m free now!” His chest felt weird and fuzzy when you jumped into his open arms, laughing with him, though he didn’t dwell on the feeling for long.
A quiet gasp escaped him when you began to pull back, arms instinctively curling around you, “Don’t. Stay.”
And you did.
(The warmth spreading through his body was almost too hot, but Belphie revels in it because you’re hugging him— even after what happened last time. He thinks he can get used to the burn if it means you won’t let go.)
the first time you treated him like a real friend
The student council hall was quiet. The demons already present were taking the time to enjoy the rare silence when the door slammed open rather obnoxiously.
The Prince of Hell jumped. His head whipped around, jaw on the floor, and his sparkling eyes almost missed the way you were drenched from head to toe. Almost. “Oh dear, what happened, Mc?”
Listen to that worried tone. It’s like he wasn’t throwing a party inside his brain.
Before Lucifer could open his mouth and scold you, your arms were stretched out towards the Prince with a pout on your face. “The Little D’s threw water balloons at me…” you tilted your head, “They said you told them to!”
Uh-oh. “It seems they mistook my instructions for Lucifer for you instead…I’m terribly sorry, Mc.”
A grin graced Barbatos’ features, “Perhaps next time you should not talk about them both at the same time.”
“Yes, yes-“ Diavolo wasn’t listening. He was too busy shrugging his coat off and draping it around you, “I am truly sorry. What can I do to make it up to you?”
You gave a sly smile, “Just stand still please.”
“Stand still-?!” A red water balloon hit the prince smack in the chest. Coldness spread across his chest as the liquid seeped into his shirt, but his chest had never felt warmer. No one would ever dare to do anything of the sort to him, the prince, but you…you did it with a smile.
He likes your smile.
(Diavolo couldn’t help himself when he lifted you in the air, spinning you around with a booming laugh that was reciprocated sweetly. Friendship was the stepping stone to becoming even closer with you, and if he has to endure Lucifer and Barbatos’ lectures to do that, he’ll do it a thousand times if it’s for you.)
the first time you helped him work
Lucifer had caught you on your way home from RAD, asking if you’d rather come with him to the Demon Lord’s Castle (Levi accidentally summoned Lotan again so he and everyone else were cleaning up and the first born thought he’d spare you the headache.)
So you arrived with Lucifer in tow (you wanted to knock), giving the prince and Barbatos quite the delight. You stayed behind with the latter, as Lucifer and Diavolo had business to discuss, and happily followed him to the kitchen.
“Been working on any new sweets, Barb?” You eye the empty icing bowls on the counter, shimmying past the demon to scoop some onto your finger.
He chuckles, “I have. The only thing left to do is pipe the designs on.” Barbatos was used to you watching him bake, so he was a bit puzzled when you began to collect the dirty dishes from around the kitchen instead.
You hummed as you danced around the demon to reach the sink. Small bubbles floated up as piled the dishes up in the water, making you giggle.
“Mc?” Barbatos places down the icing pipe and makes his way over to you, “What are you doing?”
“Washing dishes? You’ll have to go take their tea up to them in a bit and I know you wanted to get those cookies decorated, so I thought I’d help out!”
Green eyes softened, lips curling into a small smile. “How thoughtful of you.”
(Barbatos has never failed to deliver the young master’s tea in the millennia he’s been his steward, but for today, the butler hopes his master won’t mind. He’d truly hate to have to miss out on your cheerful face as you blew soap bubbles at him.)
the first time you saw his wings
The grip you had on Simeon’s hand only got tighter as the group of demons stalked closer. Normally you wouldn’t worry- you weren’t helpless and you had an angel with you- but there were just so many of them with nowhere to go.
Lower level demons, but they were smart enough to know they needed to gang up on the devildom’s human and their angel pet. “What’s with those looks? Not gonna call for help?” One of the taller demons shifted and lashed their tail at your face, slicing your cheek open.
Simeon saw red. His hand ripped from yours as he moved to stand in front of you, eyes narrowed dangerously. “Tch.” White wings sprouted from his back, spanning out to their full length; they glowed brightly, sending every demon in the vicinity scrambling.
The angel tensed at your quiet tone, head craning around to watch you shuffle around. Were you scared? Was he too frightening? Did he accidentally hurt you? “Mc-”
“They’re beautiful.” Awe filled eyes gazed at him with adoration, “You’re beautiful.” Your hand stretched out absentmindedly, a smile stretching across your face when his wing extended toward you.
Meanwhile, Simeon was floored. Your reaction, your smile, the gentle way you caressed his wings- it was all dizzying and rejuvenating at the same time. Father help him, he seriously considered you were the angel instead.
“Oh-! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to touch them! Angel wings are probably sacred or something-” You moved to pull your hand back, but lithe fingers wrapped around your wrist, preventing yours from leaving his feathers.
“Please, touch them as much as you like.”
(Seeing an angel’s wings, much less touching them, was sacred. Simeon couldn’t bring himself to care, though. He’d kneel before you if you wanted him to- fuck he was so smitten with you. Corrupt him, do what you wish, just don’t make him go without the feel of your touch.)
the first time you told him you missed him
You clutched the phone tighter when Mammon hung up, letting out a sigh. When it buzzed again, this time with texts, you checked half-heartedly before getting excited at the name displayed.
[Solomon] Hey. How are you doing? It’s been a while.
[Mc] It sucks. This sucks. I miss the Devildom.
[Solomon] Do you now? By the way, Mc, I can’t help wondering…
“When were you gonna mention how much you miss me?” Solomon's lips pull into the biggest grin you’ve ever seen him have, “Surprise! You didn’t expect this, did you?”
You drop your D.D.D and throw your arms around his neck, bubbly laugh echoing through the street, “Solomon! I missed you so fucking much, holy shit, you’re actually here!”
The sorcerer stood, lips parted in shock, and arms raised in the air slightly. He could feel your warmth seeping through his clothes and for just a moment, Solomon forgot all he knew about self-restraint and snaked his arms around you tightly.
Jumping up to wrap your legs around his waist, you laughed even harder when he stumbled back slightly from the added weight. You knew Solomon had to be absolutely shell-shocked; the two of you never got affectionate like this with one another before (slightly due to the brothers butting in) but you just…
“Missed me a lot, huh? I must admit, I wasn’t expecting this kind of reaction.” He leaned back to show you his smile- and the rare baby pink blush that dusted over his cheeks.
The sight made you swoon, “Well I did. I missed you. Badly.”
(When Solomon put you down, the warmth faded away too fast for his liking. His fingers twitched at his sides, lips pulling into a slight frown before he was reaching out for you, tugging you back into his arms. The Devildom could wait for a little while longer— Solomon wasn’t ready to let you go just yet.)
the first time you made him speechless
The young Angel didn’t like to admit to having nightmares. While he obviously knew it was something everyone- no matter the age- could suffer from, he still didn’t want to burden anyone with his ‘childish’ dreams. Tonight had been especially bad though, and Luke’s resolve finally cracked; he found himself seeking your reassurance without thinking.
[11:29pm] Mc, are you awake? I had a nightmare…
Luke tells himself he’s stupid- of course you’re asleep! It’s a school night and he shouldn’t be bothering you. He forces himself to lay back down, trying to shoo away the disappointment in his chest.
[11:45pm] Luke! Come open the door!!
Luke stares at his phone for a few seconds before he’s scrambling quietly to the front door, “Mc?! W-what are you doing here?!”
“You said you had a nightmare, right? I brought my clothes and stuff for school tomorrow so we could have a little sleepover! Being with someone else always helps me after I have a nightmare.”
Blue eyes stare in disbelief as you easily make your way through the halls, heading straight towards his room. He’s silent the entire time, watching you settle into his bed, piling up the covers comfortably before patting the spot beside you. And as Luke slips back under the blankets and cuddles into your side, he hears you humming a soft tune and refuses to open his mouth in fear of interrupting you after you’ve come all this way— just because he had a nightmare.
(Simeon comes to wake Luke up after not seeing him in the kitchen for breakfast and pauses, lips curling into a grin. You're wrapped around Luke like a barrier against the outside world, intent on protecting him, even in your sleep. He figures he should quickly text Lucifer though, before he has to deal with the wrath of 7 brothers when they figure out their Mc disappeared in the night.)
Incorrect quotes #654 Beel's smile y'all
Mc *makes Beel a cup of tea but puts salt in it*
Mc: Didn't it taste bad?
Beel: Yeah, but I didn't want to hurt your feelings so I drank it all*Give you a closed-eyed smile*
Mc, tearing up, on knees with a wedding ring: Oh, okay-
Obey Me! Characters As Types of Couples
A/N: No one requested this 🙃 But I couldn’t stop thinking about it while I was working at the coffee shop all day so here you go :)
Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor, Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, and Solomon
Lucifer: The Old Married Couple
You two are the extremely established couple. Anyone who knows of your existence knows you’ve been together FOREVER
You have a perfect morning routine together that involves helping each other get dressed and cooking breakfast, and you guys get out the door on time every morning.
Everyone laughs at you for your duality. One minute you’ll be intensely arguing over who has to do the dishes, and the next you’re cuddling up to one another and kissing
You guys get on each other’s nerves a LOT
But you’ll always be each other’s rocks. At the end of the day, coming home and seeing him gives you so much comfort.
You can’t keep any secrets from each other, and why would you want to anyway? There’s nothing about you that he wouldn’t love
You’ll support each other through anything, and no matter what life throws at you, you always make it work ❤️
Mammon: The “Ride or Die” Couple
You’re the “most likely to survive a zombie apocalypse” pair.
Like if any of your friends could bring a couple to a back alley fight, they’d pick you.
You’re practically inseparable. Every time someone sees one of you, the other is soon seen tagging along behind them.
“Partners in crime” is your nickname from the brothers 💀
You always go on missions together, fiercely protecting one another against your enemies. You’d take a bullet for him any day and he’d do the same for you!
And it’s not just in physical fights either. If anyone ever dares to talk shit about you in front of him, he will tear them to shreds. Similarly, all the brothers know not to tease Mammon too much around you.
Leviathan: The Anti-Social Couple
People won’t see or hear from you for DAYS.
In fact if it weren’t for your couple twitch streams, they might assume you were dead 😀
Your friends know that if you aren’t given at least two weeks prior notice, you won’t be showing up to an event.
And early mornings? Yeah forget it. You two won’t untangle yourselves from each others’ arms until at least noon.
Which leads to a lot of late night anime marathons or gaming sessions! Dinners consist of ramune sodas and cup noodles, followed by a dessert of snack cakes.
You’ll go back and forth between hyperfixating on the same franchise, and not speaking to each other while on your own separate devices. Each cycle lasts about three hours.
Satan: The Smart Couple
You two are constantly fighting for the top spots in your classes.
To the innocent stranger, you could be mistaken as enemies. You engaged in heated debates, and often had different points of view.
But during study hall, people would find you curled up on a couch in the library with you in his lap as you both read your books.
On the rare occasion that you agreed on something, you were an unstoppable team against the opposing side. You’d eat them alive and leave zero crumbs.
Despite the debating, you guys are always proud of each other. He cheers the loudest when you’re awarded top exchange student at an assembly, and you’re practically his campaign manager when he runs for class representative.
Cute study dates where you wind up collapsed on top of him on the floor, books and coffee cups strewn everywhere <3
Lucifer comes in and covers you both with a blanket 🥺😭
Asmodeus: The Aesthetic Couple
You’re each others’ official photographers. If someone looked through your phones, they’d be full of well shot pictures of the two of you both together and solo.
You guys at the mall, you eating ice cream, him at the book store, you guys at the coffee shop…
And of course each photo shoot goes straight to devil gram. You’re practically an influencer couple, and everyone ships you so hard.
You guys took some spicy pics in lingerie together and they went VIRAL 🔥
Every time you go literally anywhere, random strangers will come up to you and tell you you’re the most beautiful couple they’ve ever seen
Most people didn’t know which one of you they were more jealous of, sometimes leading to them beginning to question their sexuality 💀
You have the same sense of style and always have the coolest outfits. At every event, you always look the best, and everyone is constantly raving about it afterwards.
Stealing each other’s clothes, shoes, jewelry, makeup, and bags is completely normal. What’s Asmo’s is yours and what’s yours is Asmo’s 🥰
Beelzebub: The Cuddly Couple
Also known as the “PDA couple.”
You guys HAVE to be touching in some way at all times! Whether it’s linking pinkies, his hand in your back pocket, your arm around his waist… if you’re in the same room, you’re practically attached at the hip.
You can never seem to be close enough to him when cuddling. Even if your noses are touching, he’s gripping onto you tightly and telling you to get closer.
You guys love feeding each other, much to the annoyance of the brothers
You sitting on his lap is his favorite form of non-sexual intimacy. He just loves how small you are compared to him, straddling his lap like a koala with your little legs dangling off the chair. He’ll play with your hair and tuck your head into the crook of his neck, smiling down at you affectionately.
Leaving the house without giving each other a kiss is practically sacrilege 😌
You have sickeningly cute food-themed nicknames for each other. Cupcake, honey bunch, sweetie pie, love muffin, cookie…
Belphegor: The Rebellious Couple
You two are always either plotting or executing some sort of diabolical scheme.
You plan the best pranks, and they get talked about for years afterwards. No one else could ever top them
As a result, a lot of your dates happen when you’re both grounded to the attic as punishment.
It was honestly stupid of Lucifer to consider a night trapped in the same dark room full of nothing but cozy blankets as a punishment. You didn’t need anything to entertain you when you had each other.
You’d make the world’s coolest blanket fort and hold each other close in it all night, foreheads pressed together as you talked for hours between kisses
You two never get in trouble without the other though, because that would mean you get punished separately :(
Feeding off of each others’ chaotic energy in class and annoying the teacher until you both get sent off to detention
Running away from Lucifer together, laughing and holding hands as he chases after you
Diavolo: The Power Couple
The two of you together are truly fit for royalty. All his subjects agreed that you were the rightful rulers of the Devildom.
You were a symbol of peace and love, making everyone feel safe and cared for
You always attended charity events together, making speeches and bonding with demons who needed help
You two throw the BEST parties. Your ballroom outfits are the envy of all, and everyone can’t help but swoon at the sight of you dancing the night away 🥰
You guys do interviews together, smiling at each other as you discuss your relationship with the public
Shielding each other from paparazzi, nonchalantly striding past them holding hands
“MC and Diavolo” becomes the new standard by which all other iconic couples are held.
Your fairytale wedding was the most watched program in the history of the Devildom ❤️
Barbatos: The Dependable Couple
If anyone has a job that needs to be done right, they’ll come to the two of you first.
The two of you just take care of everyone so well in addition to running the Demon Lord’s Castle.
You often tag-teamed as the brothers’ therapists. Barb would comfort Mammon while making dinner, and you would give Satan advice while doing the dishes, then you would both take a trip to Purgatory Hall to help Simeon and Solomon with a spell
Time-traveling together ❤️
You guys don’t get a lot of privacy and have been caught getting intimate by Diavolo a few times 💀 He’s also innocently interrupted your dates, not realizing how big of a third wheel he was being.
You started planning how to find the young lord a partner of his own so he’d leave you alone. And you figured you might as well get the brothers into relationships as well while you were at it.
Simeon: The Romantic Couple
Everyone thought you were the perfect couple, and they honestly weren’t that far from the truth.
You guys dominated practically every love language: writing each other poems, having regular date nights, making passionate love, helping each other with chores and school, buying each other cute little gifts…
You take spontaneous trips to the celestial realm and everyone there freaks out upon your arrival 🥺
Romantic picnic dates in the flower gardens by a pond, with champagne and chocolate covered strawberries… putting flowers in each other’s hair and lying next to each other in the grass ☺️
Every once in a while, if the weather was hot, he’d convince you to come for a swim with him in the pond. Your clothes would be left on the bank as you laughed and splashed at each other, floating out to the middle and holding onto each other, foreheads pressed together with your hair dripping wet
He actually wrote a new romance novel inspired by you, and it becomes one of history’s most beloved love stories ❤️
Solomon: The Mysterious Couple
No one ever seemed to know what you guys were up to. You were extremely private about your relationship.
You guys walked everywhere together, but hardly ever engaged in PDA. You never felt the need to, because what went on behind closed doors was enough for both of you.
You were the closest thing this world had to soulmates, being so connected to each other’s hearts… the kind of love that transcends thousands of years
Working on your magic together, going on missions and adventures to acquire mystic elements and uncover ancient secrets ✨
Everyone knows when you two are close because they can smell a strong aroma of herbs and smoke
People aren’t 100% sure whether or not they can trust you… you’re both so charismatic and charming, but at the same time there’s this suspicious air of mischief that you both seem to feed off of
You guys really don’t even care what others think of you… the only thing you care about in life is loving each other for all eternity
« Period Cuddles »
Fandom: Obey me
Characters: Belphegor, Beelzebub, fem!reader
Tags: cuddles, cuddling, hugs, tw period, tw menstruation, fluff, domestic maybe?, familiar??, period cramps
Author notes: im on my period so now is time for a very needy period post, im so lonely and i can't take the idea of having those two adorable demons cuddling with me and taking care of me (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)
Also, don't mind if there's some translation problems, my native language is portuguese and i still learning english, im also very sleepy rn so i didn't beta read what a just wrote down hehe
"Belphie wake up please" a voice tried to get his attention within his consciousness. The demon rolled his eyes behind his lids, opening only half of one eye, seeing his human's face.
"Can I lie on you? Please"
"I'm in those days." Oh. He remembered when you gave them a little lecture about how hard being a human is, your body was disgusted with yourself for not getting the baby it wanted.
"Yeah, now open your arms, please"
"So needy" Belphie said, but he opened his arms, sighing as you snuggled into his inviting warmth, your right hand resting on top of your half-swollen stomach from the internal pains caused by a churning uterus, while your left hand held tight. strength in the shirt he wore, even so tense and full of pain, you rested your head on his arm while breathing in the common scent of belphie, somehow this lazy demon smelled really good, comforting.
The two of you still like that for a long while, you weren't really sleepy, you just wanted something to cling to and snuggle in this moment that you considered the most fragile moment of your month. It was so quiet you thought he'd fallen asleep again, but when you lifted your head, he was still awake, looking at you with those beautiful dark eyes.
"It hurts." You felt the pain under your hand, it felt like you had a heavy anvil inside your stomach dropping its weight on top of you more and more.
Gradually you curled up in Belphie's arms, and he held you the entire time.
"Belphie?" A new voice entered the room, it was Beelzebub, for some reason his voice was low.
"She is sleeping?" Footsteps were heard, you just curled up more, everything hurt, every kind of noise made you sensitive, it felt too hot, too sickening, God what did you do wrong to be in this situation every single month?
"She is fine?" Beel seemed to notice her discomfort, curled up like a ball armadillo, you just turned your head to look at Beel, again saw the dark eyes, this time on the ginger.
"Are you?" Belphie asked to you.
"I feel like I'm dying"
"She said it is that time of the month. The period"
"Oh" Beelzebub stopped beside the bed; "Can I join you?"
"Two heat packs are better then one" you laughed for a moment, nodding your head to let him in.
"Here" Beel got into bed, cuddling with you and Belphie, both used to it, your back turned to Beelzebub, he was careful not to look like a pervert as he glued his body to yours, all now together, you felt inside a hot dog, two buns on each side and you were the meat in the middle. It was so warm and comforting, a joyful sigh came out of you.
"Thank you two, I feel much better"
"Right? we should do this more often, it's good," Beel commented, closing his eyes as he felt your pain-weary body go limp, lying down with a sloth and a warm bear made you sleepy.
"We sure do."
Hi Amber, if you're still accepting request for your 200 follower Can I request Beel with F
Pairing : Beelzebub x gender neutral reader
200 Followers Milestone Event
F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?
Beelzebub is too nice to even start a fight with you. He just can't get himself to do it. But if he's in the wrong he'll apologize for it. You forgive him of course. He just can't get mad at you even if he wanted to. If the cause of the fight isn't anything related to you eating his food, then he just doesn't see any reason for it plus you're well aware of this after what happened the first time. He hates fighting especially if it's between his brothers and with you so he just can't. If you were to do something wrong and you apologized for it he will forgive you cause he knows yup probably didn't mean it
Obey me boys except when the gold hellfire newt syrup made them horn dogs, you let them hit 🏻
𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐄 + 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐀𝐂
☰ INCLUDES: lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor
— tags: nsfw 18+, spoilers for lessons 21 and 22, afab! reader, unprotected sex, cowgirl (leviathan), hand jobs (satan), cunnilingus (beelzebub), blow jobs (belphegor)
— notes: this has been in my drafts for so long rip
✰ 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑 wraps his arms around you and pulls you flush against his chest, cheek laying over your head as you clutch his shirt tightly with your fist. “did you think of me when you went back to the human world? did you think of only me—not my brothers?” he asks lowly, voice almost a slight pant as you feel his hard-on poke you through his pants. you nod, hand reaching down to palm him through the fabric, making his hand grab your wrist with a growl. “it seems you’re still just as bold,” he smirks, gently pushing you back until you’re sprawled over his desk, your clothes being tugged off as he kisses you messily. you watch as he strokes himself a few times, his jaw clenching before he slides up and down against your folds, smirking at the way you whine. “don’t tease,” you huff, lips puffy and swollen from the earlier kissing. “did you dream of me? of this?” he whispers, blunt tip slipping into your warm cunt, kissing your sweet spot perfectly as he buries himself to the hilt with a low groan, “because i did. i dreamt of this since you left. you’re mine, all mine,” he grunts, hips slowly starting a rhythm as your arms wrap tightly around his neck, your sweet whines ringing through the room. lucifer thinks he can get used to this melody—thinks he prefers it over any symphony he’s heard over the millennia. your walls hug around his cock tighter, and he moans lowly, head digging deep into your neck. “do you know what you do to me?” he growls, “a mere human, but i can barely breathe when i look at you.”
✰ 𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍 cups your cheeks and kisses you needy, hungry, desperate. his lips suck on yours, tongue exploring your mouth as he pants against you. “why’d ya take so long to get to my room?” he pouts, “shoulda came to me first. are they more important? ‘m your first,” he reminds you, letting out a shaky breath as your hand trails under his shirt to rub over his bare skin. your palm glides up his abs to his chest, thumbs rolling over his nipples as he whines softly. “come closer, i need ya closer,” he groans, cock pulsing through his jeans as he rubs against your clothes cunt. you moan against each other’s mouths, grinding your hips against each other before he quickly slips your pants down your legs, fumbling to free himself before he bends you over the hood of the car in his room. “always wanted to bend ya over this,” he mutters, pressing hot kisses against the back of your neck. “room’s been so empty without ya. ya don’t have to go back, jus’ stay here with me, the great mammon’ll take care of ya.” his cock slowly inches into you, ripping a needy moan from his throat as his forehead rests against your shoulder, your tight walls fluttering around his thick cock as his hands squeeze your hips with a bruising grip. “f-fuck, ya feel so g-good—don’t think i can let ya go after this,” he grunts, hearing your breathy moans under him, making him even harder as he ruts his hips into you. “missed you, mammon,” you whine, “missed you so bad.” his breath is labored as his pace turns sloppy, angling his hips to slam into the spot that makes your back arch against his chest. “‘course ya missed the great mammon,” he lets out a breathy chuckle, “‘m your first man, don’t ya remember?”
✰ 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 blushes as you whisper “kiss me, levi,” his breath hitching in his throat as you lean closer, your breath fanning over his lips. he should pull away—but he can’t help but lean closer until your lips touch, molding against each other perfectly. he pants against your lips, kissing you sloppily as your tongue slips into his mouth and glides against his own—pulling a soft chuckle from you as he lets out a strangled groan. “w-we should stop,” he stutters, “but now i want more.” you grin, gently pushing him onto his back on his bed, hovering over him as you trail your lips down his neck and to his collarbone, marking his pale skin while his breath turns ragged. “want more too, levi,” you murmur, “missed you so much. let me show you.” he watches in a trance, pupils dilated and cheeks crimson as you slowly undress, helping him slip out of his own clothes before you hand grazes his stiff cock. he lets out a shaky gasp, hips bucking into your hand for more friction. “a-are you sure...you want to—” he quickly cuts himself off with a moan when you squeeze around his tip, thumb teasing his slit before smearing the pre cum over his length. “of course i do,” you hum, letting out a soft moan as you sink down on his cock, watching as his head falls against the pillow and his hands grip your waist tightly, “wanted this for so long.” you roll your hips, both of your moans filling the room as he thrusts his hips up to meet you halfway, veins dragging along your walls and tip sinking deep into your sweet spot. “c-can’t believe you’re back—can’t believe you’re with me,” he rasps, “hope you never leave.”
✰ 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍 presses you against his wall of many books, and even as you feel the uncomfortable dig of the bookshelf against your back, you can’t help but let your lips press harder against his, making him let a soft groan as his hair falls over his eyes. “did—did you ever wish to see me? while you were away?” he breathes, eyes staring into yours as you brush the strands of hair out of his face. you lean to press gentle kisses along his cheeks, feeling the heat of his blush under your lips as your hand moves to rub over his clothed erection. he lets out a choked groan, head falling to your shoulder as his legs quiver when you slip his hardened cock from his pants. your thumb glides through his slit, smearing the pre cum around his reddened tip before slowly stroking his length, feeling his hot breath as he pants against your skin. “i did,” you murmur, “and i wished to see you like this too,” you say cheekily, feeling him let out a low chuckle through his labored pants. “being away has made you less shy, it seems. you’re—o-oh, fuck,” he cuts himself off with a soft moan, hips thrusting into your fist and chasing the friction. you turn your head, planting soft kisses on the side of his head, stroking him faster as your hand squeezes tighter around his aching length. you grin as he shudders against your body, your free hand threading through his sweaty locks. “did you get lonely without me,” you hum, making him scoff—but then you squeeze around him tighter, making him rasp out a moan as his cock twitches, nearing his impending orgasm. “okay, f-fine,” he grunts, “i missed you. it wasn’t the same without you—i’m not the same without you.”
✰ 𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐒 giggles as he presses soft kiss after kiss to your face, mapping out your cheeks and forehead, lingering over your eyelids and the tip of your nose as your arms hook around his neck. “oh, you’re so cute! your waist fits my hands so perfectly,” he murmurs, forehead pressed against yours as he admires you. you whine, bucking your hips up, letting out a shaky gasp as the tip of his cock rubs over your clit, making him smile down at you with a chuckle. “patience, sweetheart,” he hums, “i’ll give you what you want, but first you have to tell me if you missed me as much as i missed you.” his finger teases over your clit, rubbing slow circles, a soft whimper slipping past your lips as he presses gentle kisses to your neck and sucks on the skin. “i did,” you cry, “i did, i m-missed you so much! asmo, please—” he cuts you off with the tip of his cock slowly teasing past your folds, a soft laugh ringing through your ear as he kisses the shell of it. “you’re so pretty when you’re all needy,” he grins, “so, so cute when you want attention. i love you.” he lets out a wanton moan against your ear, breathy gasps bubbling from his throat as you squeeze around his cock, his hips rolling with a slow, steady pace that leaves you both whining against each other. “love you too, love you too,” you babble, raising your hips and meeting his thrusts halfway, mewling as his he curves into you and hits your spot perfectly. your chests meet, nipples grazing as he pulls you into a heated kiss and whines against your mouth. “feel so good, sweetheart,” he groans, “you’re so pretty like this, don’t think i can ever let you go now.”
✰ 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐙𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐁 plants two strong hands on your hips, pulling you closer as his head falls to your shoulder, his nose trailing along your neck and inhaling your scent before he presses a soft kiss to your skin. “you smell so good,” he murmurs, “let me taste you—just a small nibble.” you gasp lightly before he lifts you to sit on the kitchen counter, fingers hooking into your waistband and quickly making work to pull your pants and underwear down your legs. “just need one taste, you smell so sweet,” he breathes, kneeling down until he’s face to face with your dripping cunt. he presses a soft kiss to your clit, humming as you shiver and let out a soft whimper. “so hungry—but it feels so different. so hungry for you,” he mumbles, lips attaching onto your clit and sucking slowly while his fingers sink past your folds, making you throw your head back as your hands bury into his locks and tug at the roots while you whine. “b-beel—fuck, we shouldn’t…we shouldn’t do this h-here,” you stutter, feeling his tongue slide along your wet folds, your slick smearing across his face as he devours you. “can’t wait anymore, ‘m too hungry,” he moans against you, the vibrations making you squeal as your brain turns foggy, all reason leaving your mind. “more,” you whine, “please, i need more.” his tongue almost sinks past you deeper at that, lapping at your folds as he groans at how sweet you taste. “gonna come taste you when i get hungry from now on,” he moans, “so good and sweet for me.”
✰ 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑 is breathing heavily, face bright red as you kneel between his legs, pumping his stiff length with your hand as your other fondles his balls. he lets out a choked gasp when you lean down and kiss the tip sweetly, looking up at him with doe eyes. “belphie, don’t get shy now,” you hum, “you asked for this, remember?” he grunts, frowning down at you with pouty lips. “i’m still mad you ate my food,” he huffs, “so you have to make it up to me.” smiling, you press kisses from the base of his shaft, lips pressing gently up his length as his breath turns more and more ragged. his head throws back with a soft whine as you take him into your mouth, tongue swirling around his tip before you bob your head up and down his length. his hips buck into your mouth, hand cupping the back of your head before he fucks himself down your throat. “fuck—you’re good at this,” he rasps, “sh-should’ve had you do this while you were here.” his eyes are squeezed shut, faced flushed as your hand gently rubs his thigh. popping off with a grin, he hisses, glaring down at you as you press another kiss to his tip. “i’ll do this whenever you want,” you murmur, blinking up at him innocently before slowly wrapping your lips around his tip and sucking, making him groan lowly. “then you b-better come back whenever i call,” he grunts, “in fact, don’t leave at all.” your hand reaches to play with his balls once more, making his head fall back with a low moan, cock twitching in your mouth while pants erratically. “didn’t get to spend as much time with you as the rest—g-gotta stay with me and make up for it.”
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gender neutral reader
“Goodnight!” You shouted down the hallway before you shut your door, unable to not smile after you heard the muffled replies of the brothers shouting back to you.
Climbing into bed had never been a difficult task and today it was no different. With you safe under your covers and your phone to distract you, you were perfectly content.
But, then, of course, Mammon came marching in as he had always done since your first week here. However, you had grown so used to this that it no longer disrupted the peace anymore.
So, you ignored him and simply lifted up the covers for him to slide into.
After a few minutes of DevilTok, you threw your phone onto your nightstand and covered yourself up with your blanket. You were finally ready to sleep.
Mammon curled closer, his face hidden in the blanket over your stomach. You smoothed his hair down, smiling at how he only pressed closer at the touch.
Your door creaked open. You raised your head but you were unable to tell who it was. They settled on the side opposite of where Mammon had gotten in and rubbed your shoulder gently instead of saying anything.
The lamp turned on. It was Satan. You rolled onto your stomach, trying to shield your eyes from the light. Mammon grumbled, annoyed that he could no longer hide his face in your body comfortably.
Your door once again creaked open. You groaned.
Another weight to the bed. Someone had decided to lay on your back. Four people in your bed was too unusual. You peeked an eye open.
Mammon was baring his teeth like a feral animal at whoever was on top of you. You would bet a thousand Grimm that it was Belphie.
You looked to your right. Satan wasn’t even reading his book and was instead looking at you.
You rolled your eyes. You knew what was happening. Your demons had once again came to the conclusion that you were human with a human lifespan.
You decided to just let them angst this one out.
The door opened and this time, two pairs of footsteps wondered to your bed. “Sorry, hun,” Asmo whispered as he crawled over you and Mammon. “Wanted to see you.”
“Uh huh…” Levi took his spot on the outside of your legs, your left calf acting as a cushion for his head. You prayed that you wouldn’t accidentally kick him in your sleep.
Then you heard the crunching of chips and a crinkle of a bag. You hadn’t even noticed him walk in.
You moaned into your pillow, exhausted beyond belief. “Beel, please stop eating. I know it sucks to be told that, but go outside if you’re going to crunch.”
There was an incoherent reply and then silence. The edge of the mattress dipped down. Satan turned his lamp off.
You worked on ignoring all of them, closing your eyes tightly and hoping for the best. Asmo dragged his manicured nails up and down your arm and it pulled you into a sleepy haze. You hummed out your appreciation and Asmo giggled tiredly in response.
You felt yourself rocking in and out of sleep, even drooling with how at peace you were. Maybe it wasn’t so bad having six demons in bed with you. Maybe it was worth it for this amount of comfort.
And then your door slammed open.
“Get out of their room, now.” A deadly aura made you choke on air, shivering violently. Lucifer was in his demon form and livid.
Belphie jolted awake on your back, making you gasp in pain as his elbows and knees dug into you. Mammon reacted, scrambling to pull you out from under him.
“Mammon,” Belphie growled, easing his weight back down onto you. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“What do ya think YOU’RE doing?!” Mammon huffed, irritated. “You’re hurtin’ ‘em!”
“They’re fine. They can handle it.” He patted you on the head. How were they ignoring Lucifer? You shifted warily under his weight, unable to see anything happening.
Lucifer started stomping over. You shrunk under Belphie, trying to hide.
“Who do you two think you are, ignoring me?” Lucifer loomed over you three, Levi rolling away to avoid confrontation. “You will all go to your own rooms immediately. The rest of you as well.”
“Lucifer!” Asmodeus whined, leaning into a dozing Beelzebub’s side. “Why can’t we stay? What’s the harm?”
“They were just about to sleep but someone decided to wake them back up,” Satan glowered up at Lucifer. “I think you should be the one to leave.”
“Oh my god, Lucifer just let them stay.” You took matters into your own hands, rubbing at your face tiredly. You wanted no more arguing tonight. “Thanks, but if I didn’t want them here I would’ve gotten rid of them long ago myself. Stay or leave, I don’t care just please turn off the lights.”
He walked away and flipped the switch, darkness fortunately covering the entire room once again. You relaxed and felt Belphie nuzzle into the nape of your neck.
You heard a chair being dragged on your wooden floor and then Lucifer sitting down. You rolled your eyes. Of course he would choose to stay but not be in the bed.
Now, with everything and everyone finally settled in for the night, you got to thinking.
How could all of them be upset over the same thing at once? You think quietly as you can in your bed filled with eight people and come to a damning conclusion. One that makes your stomach twist painfully.
“You had a family movie night without me, didn’t you? And it had someone dying long before someone else, didn’t it?” The sound of breathing stops, seven pairs of eyes stare at you, all conveying different degrees of guilt. “What the hell?”
𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒
— Lucifer, Mammon, Beelzebub x f!reader
cw. size kink, riding, mating press, squirting, creampie, praise
missionary. he loves watching your facial expressions as he pounds your cunt. feeling you clutching him to your body, your thighs squeezing behind his ass and your moans in his ear sends him over the edge. he thinks you are pretty as you sob beneath him, your back arched and your pussy gushing down his length.
His tongue slides down your neck, licking and sucking your tender skin, he holds your thigh at his hip with his hand as he pushes in a steady rhythm against your cunt.
"Harder," you mew as Lucifer rubs your clit. Your walls squeeze his length, creaming as he pushes and presses your sweet spot.
"Not - harder -, honey," he coos, licking his lips, "deeper."
Your eyes roll back and your jaw loosens as he angles his hips just right and thrusts deeper, tearing a moan from your puffy lips.
"This is ..." he murmurs fucking his cock in your slit, "you want to cum for me, hmm?" You don't think about his words, you nod instinctively as he drills into your slobbery cunt, meticulously grazing your g-spot.
Your shiny, swollen pussy swallows him with every thrust, and when Lucifer brings your legs over his shoulders a squeak slips from your lips.
"Use your words, sweetheart," he teases as he bends over you, "let me hear your sweet voice".
"Please make me ... uhu come, please ..." you sob grabbing and scratching his shoulders as your pussy twitches around his veiny cock and you begin to gush around his girth.
A smirk crosses his face as he starts moving back and forth again, focusing on taking your needy bud with each thrust, "That's it, darling, yes. Cum for me, that's my good girl."
cowgirl. loves watching your tits bouncing in front of his eyes and your cum pooling at the base of his cock. the way you think you're in charge but he's actually guiding your movements, bruising the fat of your hips as he fucks his cock in your cunt. his biceps and abs flex as you leap onto his shaft.
He grabs your hips to help you ride his thick cock properly, "that's it, angel" he coos pleased.
Your nails dig into his biceps as you work your hips against his, you're dripping on his cock, trembling as you keep a slow, teasing rhythm.
You look so damn good on top of him. You squeeze him deliciously, creaming down his length, throwing your head back and pushing your tits into his face that you almost make him want to fill you with his seed right away.
"Feels .. uhu g-good," you sob with teary eyes, your orgasm so close that your walls flutter around his cock.
Mammon holds your ass, clinging to it roughly moaning when with a heavier thrust you sink to his balls, "yeah, come on pretty girl."
He's on the edge but repeats himself that it's worth it. Watching you as your jaw snaps open and your head dangles back. your hips grind incessantly against his while you cum — "cum for me, make a big mess for me, angel" he coos with a smirk on his lips.
Your body spasms as you slump on Mammon and gush on his cock. He fucks you through your high from below, holding you wide open as he thrusts his hips against you and pounds your sweet spot.
Your cunt throbs as he spills his load inside you, oozing out of your sloppy hole and dripping onto his balls.
mating press. beel loves to show you his strength. he shows off his hard workouts pinning you against the mattress, your cunt open and spread wide for him, vulnerable and wet for his big cock. your knees pressed tight against your chest as he fills you to the brim, the outline of his cock glimpsed in your lower belly, his face inches from yours as you moan and squirm
"Fuck ... so big" you sob, Beel keeps your thighs spread wide pressed against your shoulders as he watches your cum stain half of his thick cock.
He slowly works his hips against yours, squeezes your ankles in his massive hands pulling his cock out before slowly sinking back in. "You're so tight, so good," he hums rolling his hips.
Your eyes roll back, your lip stuck between your teeth, and your toes curl in the air when Beel brushes against your cervix, stretching and widening your sloppy, slick slit.
Even if he wasn't fully in, that was enough for him. It was enough for him to watch you quiver on half of his girth. Your cream forming a white ring halfway along his length. Your back arching from the pleasure he was giving you.
"You're pretty," he coos, hitting every single sweet spot in your little cunt without even trying. His pecs flex as he squeezes under your knees and you groan.
Beel has his eyes fixed on your slobbery cunt, stretched and spread wide for his thick cock.
Your slick folds flutter as he slowly sinks fully and your puffy nub rubs against his crotch. "Fuck ... I'm coming," you babble.
Your walls tighten around his cock, milking him as he rocks back and forth, taking in just the right way your clit and humming in your ear, "I love when you cum for me, I'm gonna make you feel so good, pretty"
Your legs tremble as you gush on Beel, his cock is forced out as you squirt, drenching his chest with cum. He licks his lips and an angelic smile crosses his lips before he resumes fucking his huge cock in your throbbing cunt, "your mess tastes so good."
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MC going full on Buzzfeed Unsolved once they’re back in the human realm and just fucking with the entire internet by scheming with the brothers, pretending to try and make contact with evil demons and disguising the DDD as a ghost communicator thing.
After recording they just laugh about it and send each other all the funny comments they can find about the video. Sometimes (with some help from Solomon’s magic) they infiltrate a ghost communicator channel of some random ghosthunter influencer person just to fuck with them like they’re prank calling.
Lucifer thinks it’s childish but when he feels like it, would put up a little show by throwing out threats pretending it’s one of his brothers while MC is mentally dying from laughter as they hear him go off through the DDD, even though they have to act terrified.
Satan, Mammon and Belphie especially enjoy being part of the scheme and Diavolo is always asking when there is a new episode being released, because even he is watching the videos with Barbatos and thinks it’s absolutely hilarious.
lucifer | satan | asmodeus | beelzebub reacting to you accidentally saying you love them at the end of a phonecall
originally written on: 26/03/20
my kofi <3
kinda a part 2 to this post
it’ll catch him off guard for like a MILLISECOND
you won’t even realise it because you’re too busy trying to die from the shock and embarrassment
so it SOUNDS like he’s just being all suave and chill when he replies, “love you, too.” before he hangs up
it’s only after that will Lucifer allow himself to panic in the privacy of his office or room
????????? he was supposed to be the one to confess to you first!! :(
he even wanted to plan it out and everything
but he doesn’t dwell on it too much because there’s a bigger issue at stake: finding you and making sure you’re not already digging your own grave
surprise no. 2 of the day is when he finds you outside his door, ready to knock, face like a tomato
surprise no. 3 is when you ask, “did you mean it?”
suddenly Lucifer’s face is all red and hot, too
“Of course I did.”
he’ll just reply as per usual, saying “bye” before hanging up and returning to his book or something
his mind very desperately wants to be convinced that it really was just a slip of your tongue and that you didn’t mean anything by it
because it’s easier to be ignorant and unhurt
unbeknownst to him, you’re on the other end, wondering why he didn’t seem to show any sign of even hearing you say those three words
you kinda assume that he legitimately didn’t hear you, which is disappointing
gradually though, your respective thoughts start to occupy your minds to the point where you’re all each other can think about
right as you’re about to call him to ask if he actually did hear you the first time, he calls you first
without saying hello, Satan just goes, “I love you. Do you… really love me?”
“HUH, WHAT DID YOU SAY~? CAN YOU SAY IT AGAIN, PLEEEEEEEAAAASSSSEEE? MY DEAR HUMAN, SAY IT AGAIN. SAY IT.”
even if you hang up, Asmodeus WILL keep calling you
you think he’s just being annoying but on his end, he’s blushing like crazy, rolling around on his bed like a madlad
sure, he’s gotten tons of confessions before and has heard like a million “I love you”s but yours is SPECIAL
he wants to savour it as much as possible
after you block his number, now a flustered, nervous mess, he’ll pop by your room (he literally teleports to your room) and attack you with cuddles
“Ne~ say it again, please?”
he becomes a lot more gentle and tries to coax it out of you
once you give in, Asmodeus will hug you so tightly and press kisses all over your face
he’s been waiting so long for his precious human to say those three words to him :’)
he wants to slap himself for replying like a dumbass but that’s legit his instinctive response lol
neither of you will hang up (since you’re still in shock) so you just end up hearing him chew over the phone for like a minute straight
“What’d you say? I didn’t hear it.”
he’s a goddamn liar and you know it
but he’s also too cute for you to not repeat yourself
“I said that I love you.”
“Where are you now?”
he hangs up
before you can even process anything, Beel’s at your door
once you open it, he stares down at you intensely for several seconds, internally trying to pull himself together because his heart is racing like mad
“I also love you.”
— 「 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐓𝐒 | 𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐄 」
feat : lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeous, beelzebub + belphegor.
warnings : f. reader, breeding, cockwarming, kind of possessive but not toxic, accidental confessions, sex with feelings, fwb to lovers, pussy job in levi’s.
note : this is like my favourite trope of all time so they got a little longer than i’d normally do i’m sorry :,)
— the idea was something he’d never really thought about, he was a busy person, but the feelings he’d developed since the beginning of your arrangement were new to him, especially to be feeling them towards a human. he just grew to enjoy your company, not realising that his attachment was growing with it as he gradually became a little more lovesick.
“h-how do you feel so good, every time?” lucifer breathes, a trembling undercurrent to his voice when he draws his hips back, his hands massaging your waist almost soothingly as he feels your tight walls stretch around him. it’s just as slow when he sinks back into you, rolling his hips forward into yours and you watch his lips part, a breathy whine falling from them as he blinks down at you. “f-fuck.” the eldest brother hisses, feeling your pussy flex around his sensitive cock once more and you mumble something affirming back—something that has a gruff curse falling from the dark-haired demon’s lips when he begins a steady pace. your hands grab his shoulders to keep yourself steady, but you pull him closer in the process, watching him lean down to hover just over you—his hair messy and unkempt as it hangs over his face, framing the blush on his cheeks perfectly. you whimper at how good he fills you, your eyes closing in bliss and for a moment you feel his hips stutter when he sucks in a breath, you look pretty, lucifer thinks to himself. his hips jolt forward, watching the way your face contorts in pleasure, needy moans of his name falling from your lips and his head dips towards you, placing a gentle kiss against your cheek and his cock twitches when you look up at him again. “f-feels good, lucifer.” and he rocks his body into yours again, because his name has never sounded better.
— mammon felt a lot, he thought he could do it, just agreed because he wanted to be closer to you and being able to have any sort of relationship with you was good enough for him. it was just sex, but when your pussy felt like it was made just for him he couldn’t help the feelings that came along with it, the ones he thought he could ignore—the ones that followed the late nights and the impromptu visits that became more frequent when he started missing you, he needed you, and he was terrible at hiding it.
“goddamn, t-that’s it, baby—look at me, ya feel s-so good.” mammon groans from above you, holding his bottom lip between his teeth as he sinks his cock into your doughy cunt with another heavy thrust. his hands are grabbing tightly at your hips, keeping you in position as he begins an almost brutal pace, his brows creasing from the overwhelming pleasure. your body feels like it was made for him and the chemistry between you both itself was undeniable, his brothers constantly commenting on the tension between you both as they joked about how smitten with you the second eldest was as he stumbled over excuses. “i wanna be the only one who gets to see ya l-like this, so pretty. i’ll make ya f-feel better than anyone else ever could—shit” mammon grunts, pulling back only to pull you in for a feverish kiss, eagerly, without care while lewd whispers of how tight and perfect you are leave his lips as your cunt continues to squeeze him, feeling him grin against your lips before he wraps you in his strong hold. the silver haired demon exhales shakily, “you make me feel so g-good, mammon.” you sigh and your praise cuts him deep as his pace quickens, feeling you grip the back of his neck to help him hitch your hips impossibly closer to his and he trembles over you. he’s so lost in you—his mind feels foggy, focusing on the needy push and pull of your body and he murmurs your name, grits his teeth, can barely keep his eyes open but he cant look away, not from you when he feels his orgasm suddenly wash over his body just as your walls twitch around him. “f-fuck, baby—shit, i-i love ya, ya know that right? hnghhh—how d’ya expect me t-to resist ya.” a confession slipping from mammon’s lips in a sudden moment of tenderness has his eyes widening in horror as he fucks his load into your cunt, but when he feels you grab him tighter in response—he knows you’ll be okay.
— you’d caught him off guard with the question, ofcourse he’d catch feelings for you, they were there already. he just wanted to be closer to you, and now he felt like he was the main protagonist in some romance manga and now he understood why they couldn’t just confess to their crush, because what if it meant he never got to hear how much better his name sounds from your lips again.
“are you okay, levi?” you whisper and keen, peering at him from where your forehead is against his while levi’s thighs quiver below you at the languid back and forth sway of your hips in his lap. “hnghh—huh, i-it’s nothing! it’s nothing, d-don’t stop, please—“ you’re intoxicating, the feeling of your body against his, your pussy feels like silk as you roll your puffy folds along his cock, his swollen cockhead catching under the hood of your clit as you both twitch and sigh. he looks at you, flushed from his cheeks to his chest, and his mind is so full with conflicting emotions—all while he’s mindlessly helping you rock back and forth along the length of him, feeling you press slow, soft kisses along his cheeks and his lips part to allow another whimper to slip through with a lewd swirl of your hips. “p-please, don’t stop—“ levi grunts, gripping your hips tightly as you continue to grind yourself against him and he feels like he can barely think, he loves how it feels to push against you, he could spend every day like this, watching you thrust and glide your pussy across the length of his cock—he’s in heaven, so much so, he doesn’t realise his hand has moved to intertwine with yours until you give his a reassuring squeeze when he swallows—a little awkwardly at first, the blush across his cheeks darkening before he gathers you even closer, grunting with each greedy swirl of your clit across the intense, sensitive nerves of his cock. “i—i really l-like you—uh, w-when you do that! yeah, when you do that.”
— you’d just never really addressed what you both were—you visited his room, fucked him and normally left but it all changed when you fell asleep in his lap one day as his hands traced featherlight touches down your figure, and when he realised he’d been smiling to himself as you slept—he knew he was in trouble.
“s-satan!” you mumble, arching your back to press your chest closer to his, your cunt flexing around his pretty cock when you feel him push deeper, pulling a pleasured hiss from the man beneath you as his jaw clenches, watching him sink back into his chair—the book he was reading long forgotten in favour of his fingers sinking into your hips instead. “it feel good? nghhh—you truly are something else.” satan grunts, his voice low and smooth and the tone has your back curling, something intimate in the way his hips are rolling against yours—your body so ready for the pleasure that you know only he can give you. “feels s-so good.” you babble back and your mind is too cloudy to notice the almost proud smile on the blonde brothers face before he groans, his hands smoothing along the shape of your hips—appreciating every part of you. “let me l-look at you.” he hums, thrusting into you again, his pace a little rougher this time as the sound of skin slapping picks up and he pulls you against his chest more, his fingers curling along your jaw before he curses roughly, fucking into you with practiced thrusts that have you keening. you’re vaguely aware of what’s going on, satan’s cock is smoothing along all of your sweet spots but you don’t expect to feel his lips press against yours softly, a contrast to how ruthlessly he’s fucking into you—this is gentle, feeling his fingers smooth along the side of your cheek before he pulls away just as quickly, mumbling a few praises under his breath and he looks at you, a rush of warmth in his veins due to the fluttering pull of your pussy and the ghost of a grin on his lips “s-so beautiful.”
— the fact he couldn’t do it surprised even him, he was the avatar of lust after all but there was just something about you. something that had him craving you beneath him, to shower you in the praises that fell from his lips and rolled down the curves of your body until he was the only thing on your mind, he craved you.
“oh—you’re so cute. does that feel good?” asmo hums, he really likes the way you look below him, watching you whimper and keen as he feels the saccharine rub of his skin against yours, he feels delirious at your touch—lost in an intense haze of messy kisses and moans as he fucks into you, his hands wandering and squeezing before his palm rests against your cheek. every grind on his hips against yours is teasing, drawing his hips back before he’s rolling them back into yours just as slowly, the head of his pretty cock pushing on something just a little too deep inside of you that’s warm and pleasantly achy and you twitch around him, pulling a dreamy whine from the man above you as he taps his fingers on your cheek, urging you to meet his narrowed, lustful gaze as his lips curl into a smile. “look at you, so needy, you’re even more adorable like this—you feel so good.” asmo always knew your body so well, he was so hypnotised by you, like every move you made below him was enchanting as his free hand trails it’s way between you both, slowly rolling your clit under the pad of his fingers and you cast him a starry eyed glance before he kisses you, and it feels like he’s been shot with a cupids arrow when he emphasises it with another slow roll of his hips, his voice becoming more breathless as he admires you, drunk on sizzling pleasure as your pussy flexes around him again. “i’ll take care of you, just keep your eyes on me, okay? i’m all yours after all.”
— he didn’t really understand the whole agreement. he was just excited he was finally going to be able to fuck you, it felt good and he got to stay to eat with you after so he was happy. you’d became important to him, so he just assumed that you both were dating—always ending up a little confused when you denied any questions from his brother, because isn’t this what couples do? ￼
“fuck—feels s-so good. you look delicious.” beel grunts from his place facing you, pinning you to the wall with his chest as he fucks into your cunt—your mind foggy from how tightly you’re stretched around his fat cock and his eyes focus on the way you suck him back in, your walls rewarding the delicious stretch by twitching around the blunt head. he groans, the vibrations of his tone rumbling in his chest and you feel tears in your eyes at the overwhelming pleasure, meeting beel’s gaze only to catch him already looking at you with parted lips and pink cheeks. “you’re so cute, hmph—feel like another p-part of me is full when you’re here.“ he exhales shakily, leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours while his fingernails dig into your hips to pull you closer, and he grits his teeth as he dumbly pistons his cock into your cunt, his hips driving into yours ruthlessly. he’s fucked out, his violet gaze is hazy and his red hair is wet with sweat as it hangs messy over his forehead, but it frames his face in a way that has you arching against him. beel’s heavy body is so close, pushing you even harder against the wall, fucking every coherent thought out of your mind that isn’t him or his cock and you feel his fat head kiss every part of your insides when his pace grows messy, his hips bucking almost wildly into you and he growls, audible moans of your name falling from his lips mixed with needy grumbles. “g-gonna cum, does it feel good? fuck, nggghh—will you s-stay after this time? don’t wanna s-stop—need more.”
— it wasn’t something you had expected to happen honestly, it just kind of happened naturally in the time you both spent together, napping turning into more than that whenever he came over. only realising when he had to feel his heart race every time he heard a familiar knock on his bedroom door, hoping you don’t see the ghost of a smile on his lips when he reaches to open it knowing you’re on the other side.
you tremble from your place underneath belphe, your body still coming down from your orgasm as the youngest of the brothers groans against your neck, a string of barely audible curses falling from his lips as his cock thickens and throbs inside of you. you shudder when you feel him sink his cock back into your twitching walls, his hips grinding against yours as lewd squelching noises fill the room, a mixture of both your orgasms dripping from the place between you both, soaking the sheets beneath you. “ughhh—feels g-good, so tight.” belphe breathes, a trembling undercurrent to his voice and your mind is too hazy to acknowledge the soft kiss he places on your skin as he finally comes down from his high, plopping his weight on you before rolling onto his side, his cock beginning to soften inside of you. you try to catch your breath, shuffling to blink up at the male but your eyes widen when his arms move quickly to pull you against his chest instead—it feels more intimate this time, and maybe it’s the post orgasm haze that has you nuzzling into him. “belphe? you awake?” you ask, your voice a quiet whisper followed by a huff when you’re met with only silence in response and belphe’s soft breathing, assuming he must’ve fell asleep. but he’s awake—with a softer sort of smile on his lips while the exhaustion in your body has you falling asleep against him quickly, not realising this was belphe’s plan b when he got too nervous to ask you to stay.
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OBEY ME: WHERE THEY LIKE TO CUM
+ genre... smut with obey me x fem!reader
+ tw... cum, lots of cum, unprotected sex, cream pie, anal, overstimulation, blowjobs
— LUCIFER: ꒰ inside you ꒱
𖥦 in the beginning, lucifer adamantly insists that he wear a condom— not just for your sake, but for his too. he already has six brothers and the entire student body to supervise; he seriously can’t afford to have a child right now. however, when you run out of rubbers one night and one thing leads to another, you two continue on, deciding he can just pull out of you when he gets close. yet, there was one thing he didn’t account for: how fucking euphoric your bare walls felt clenching around his cock. as soon as he sheaths himself inside of you, his lashes are fluttering, a guttural groan reverberating from his chest. your slick, velvety texture sends him reeling as his hips instinctually thrust into you, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix each time. before he realizes what he’s doing, he’s slamming his hips against yours, burying his face in the crook of your neck. his pace only quickens as he gets closer to his orgasm, holding you in place when it finally hits him, thick ribbons of cum painting your walls in a brilliant white. even then, he lets out a low growl and continues fucking his seed back into you.
— MAMMON: ꒰ your mouth ꒱
𖥦 mammon is absolutely weak at the sight of you kneeling before him, looking up at him with your big doe eyes and begging to suck his cock. he’ll never turn down the proposition, always immediately unbuttoning his jeans and yanking his boxers down so his cock springs free. he’ll let you set the pace, watching as you go further down his length with every bob of your head. and when you finally take him all into your mouth, your nose pressed against his pelvis— that’s when he grabs a fistful of your hair and holds you down, groaning as your throat contracts around him in a gag. he can’t help but start fucking your mouth, keeping your head in place as his hips start bucking forward, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat each time. he loves how you gag around him, the way saliva dribbles down your chin, the way tears streak down your cheeks. he even loves when your hands start smacking against his thighs, but that doesn’t mean he lets up. but, his favorite part is when he gets to cum down your throat, his cock twitching in your mouth. he’ll moan while telling you not to waste a single drop.
— LEVIATHAN: ꒰ your thighs ꒱
𖥦 leviathan loves the warm plush of your thighs, the way they jiggle when he’s fucking them from behind. you’ll be bent down on all four while he’s rutting into your backside, your thighs covered in precum as they press together around his cock. he’d even argue that it felt just as good as your cunt, the way your slick drooled onto his length as it rubbed against your folds. the way your back arched every time the tip of his dick nudged your clit has his rhythm quickening, his head falling backward as he worries his bottom lip between his teeth. his nails dip into your hips when he finally releases his load, milky liquid spattering all over your thighs and the sheets beneath you. yet, you keep grinding back into him, mewling out as your own orgasm wracks through your body, your legs trembling around him while he moans out from overstimulation. when you roll over onto your back to catch your breath, he never fails to marvel at the mess he created, even running his fingers through it to spread it around.
— SATAN: ꒰ on your cunt ꒱
𖥦 satan likes to keep his appearance immaculate, his notes taken in a tedious fashion to ensure he memorizes all of the information. he prefers the prim and proper, the calm and composed; expect when it comes to sex. during sex, he wants to see you messy. he wants to take your leg and hook it over his shoulder and plow into your cunt until a loud squelching sound is echoing off the walls of the room. the way your eyes roll back in your head, nails scratching at his shoulder makes his cock throb inside you, and when you finally cream around his cock, he hisses and fucks you through it, forcing you to ride out your climax. he doesn’t care if your pussy is sensitive— he’s got one goal in mind and it comes to fruition when he pulls out from your vice grip and finishes all over your cunt, covering your folds in thick white globs of cum. his eyes glint with delight as he watches it drip down onto the blank beneath you and before you know it, he’s fingering it into you, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit.
— ASMODEUS: ꒰ your face ꒱
𖥦 asmo will croon at you as you crawl in between his legs, beckoning you to pull down his pants as he lies back against the pillows watching you. he thinks you’re absolutely adorable when you blush at the sight of his cock glistening with precum, your eyebrows furrowing in concentration as you take him into your mouth. he’ll reach down and brush strands of hair back from your face, coaxing you to look up at him while you pepper his length with open mouthed kisses, dragging your flattened tongue from the base up to the tip. your tongue is his kryptonite, and he can’t help but let out a melodic moan when it flicks over his slit. the closer he gets to his peak, the more likely it is for his hips to start bucking up into the air, chasing after your mouth when you pull back from bobbing your head. it’s when you feel his cock start pulsing that you start pumping him with your hand, his lips parting in a silent gasp as his cum shoots out onto your face. he thinks you’re so pretty covered in his essence, smearing it across your bottom lip before pushing it into your mouth.
— BEELZEBUB: ꒰ your hand ꒱
𖥦 while beel enjoys blowjobs, there’s just something about watching your hand jerk him off that drives him crazy. it just looks so small compared to his monstrous cock, your fingers barely wrapping all the way around it. usually, you have to use both hands, stroking them up and down, usually focusing on the tip. he can only watch as you lean down and lick the precum off the head before spitting onto it, letting your hands work it in as they continue their motions. if he’s wearing a shirt, he’ll pull it up and bite at the hem to keep quiet, his eyebrows knitting together when your thumb presses against his slit. he’d fuck your hands like a fleshlight if he could, but he musters up all of his self will to keep still and let you bring him his high, knowing it’ll feel so much better if he waits patiently. and when he finally does cum, glossy white liquid spurting out and drenching your hands, you reward him by looking him in the eyes and licking it all off slowly, humming in satisfaction as his taste lingers on your tongue.
— BELPHEGOR: ꒰ in your ass ꒱
𖥦 belphegor will get drunk off your pussy, but he will get downright shitfaced off your ass. he loves how pathetic you sound while he works it open with his fingers, scissoring them apart to help prep you for his dick. he just eats up the way you whimper when he finally does start pushing inside you, groaning lowly as your walls clench down around him and try to coax him back out. he’s too big, but he doesn’t care— all that matters is how good your ass feels squeezing his cock. it feels like heaven in hell, especially when he bottoms out inside you. he doesn’t hesitate in setting a brutal pace, shoving your face into the covers to muffle your whines as his hips hammer into your from behind. he’ll lean down and whisper filthy things into your ear until he topples over the edge, yanking your head up out of the covers so he can hear you scream as he fills you up. he’s got the biggest grin on his face as he slowly pulls out, watching as white trickles down onto your cunt before soaking the sheets below.
sex with the demon brothers | hcs.
characters: lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor.
note: yay for my first piece of writing on here! enjoy, nasty sluts <3
mention: @girlucifer i love u thank u for motivating me to write this. i hope i did ur husband justice.
• he won't be so quick to show you how much he's enjoying it – he'll play with you for a bit, teasing you and your senses before fully indulging in you.
• this moment is incredibly vulnerable and precious to lucifer, and he'll make sure you're both satisfied – lasting for an hour or so. it's slow. he loves the buildup; everything that leads to the orgasm. it is a masterpiece to him and will be treated as such.
• the goosebumps creeping along your skin. the hardening nipples. the shortness of breath. fingers touching delicate, supple areas of the body. drawn-out kisses; shared heat between two energies that are not the same but crave something similar: sex.
• he cherishes all of it. all of you. he'll kiss all over you, touch all over you, make you feel seen. acknowledged. you are under him in the most empowering way, he does not want you to shy away from him, he wants you to feed into it. lose yourself in him the same way he's losing himself in you. you are bonded with lucifer. act like it.
• he's a little cocky, but it's okay, because it's hot. he can't wait to get inside you and get ruined with you. brace yourself; mammon tends to be a bit rough and sloppy. even when he starts to get tired, he uses all his strength to thrust into you.
• very vocal. he loves this, he loves you – and he loves fucking you. mammon is most excited for the moments before a climax, so he tries to drag it out as long as he can. he'll deny himself of an orgasm if he's not ready yet, which makes him hornier. . .
• mammon adores the way you spread open for him – the way his sweat mixes with yours when your bodies rub together. that skin-on-skin feeling. your face, your moans, quick breaths, his hands on your hips, your legs around his back; he can't get enough of it. and he hopes you can't get enough of him.
• he absolutely does not care if someone watches or hears. if anything, mammon might be purposefully noisy in his thrusts or nasty comments; he wants his brothers to know that he, the Great Mammon, is inside you, taking you, and they aren't.
• levi is awe-stricken, looking down at you. you're stunning, and, holy shit, what did he do to deserve you? a million questions run through his head during the first couple of moments. you'll have to be patient and help him get comfortable – loosen him up a bit. he'll appreciate it.
• his face is red, blushy-like. he's shy but, my god, he loves fucking you so much. he can't control himself when you arch your back and lift your ass toward his cock(s).
• overstimulation is his favorite; he's great at it, and will resort to this every time you have sex. just hearing your whimpers, moans and cried of pleasure alone is enough to make him cum, but he refuses to stop there. levi will cry with you – real tears – because it's too much but it's so good and he can't believe this is real and —
• he does his best. he's a little insecure, but he means well. leviathan wants to treat you (and fuck you) the way you deserve to be treated (..and fucked), and there's no doubt about it, he's dedicated to making you feel good.
• he likes to analyze you and watch the way your bodies move in sync with one another, he's the type that studies and observes – what more could you expect?
• satan is a smooth talker, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, cradling you as he fucks you with an immense amount of force. he isn't too energetic, but he's got something in there – i suppose it's normal for his anger to manifest in high-adrenaline situations like this. . .
• he wants to read you and take you in. every heartbeat he feels against his chest, every quiver of your lip when he squeezes your wrists, the way you flinch once his teeth meet your neck. satan loves to elicit reactions out of you; you are the sweetest human being, and you make the most interesting noises.
• satan enjoys petplay as well, and is open to trying other things. he likes to think of what makes these sexual activities pleasurable, all while making you take him in the process – it's the best thing he could ask for.
• driven solely by lust and intense desire, sex with asmo is almost like a long session of teasing. he'll explore your senses, long enough to drive you into a haze. he wants you to melt in his hand. and he'll have no issue getting you to do so.
• his tongue acts as a lure, drawing you in to the point where you don't belong to yourself anymore – you're his. he'll have his way with you, speaking to you with such a seductive demeanor; he is the scorpion and you are his prey. .
• amsodeus isn't satisfied until you are completely infatuated and intoxicated by him. he prefers to give/receive head, as he loves using his mouth, and complimenting you when you use yours.
• he wants your eyes rolling into the back of your head, mouth wide open, drooling, clutching onto the sheets as if they'll give you aid – only to realize you are his, all his until he's done with you.
• beel is sweet and caters to you in a way like no other. you are his upmost priority, and while he enjoys taking you, he wants you to have fun too.
• he'll nibble all over your soft, supple skin, feeling on your hips and stomach - breasts too. anything he can grab and grope, he will.
• he tends to get excited, growling every once in a while, and he speaks with only just a few words. beelzebub is conscious of how large he is, but then again, you know this, and still let him fuck you. so why be so cautious, right?
• two words: size. difference. it drives him crazy. you're so small compared to him, it makes him want to ruin you. he'll break you and take care of you afterwards. leave bite marks all over your body. make you slick with his grool. watch as you tremble with each thrust. you are his guilty pleasure.
• this sleepy mutt is pretty lazy – but really skilled when it comes to sex. he's a bit nasty; not caring about what gets on the sheets, doing whatever he can to get you both as wet as you can possibly be. . .
• he'll have you against a pillow, about to lose his mind because of the feeling of you and the blankets rubbing against his bare skin, thrusting quite relentlessly while he bites your ear, filling your mind with dirty thoughts and images.
• you are belphegor's dirtiest fantasy, and once he finally has you, there's no way out. he'll share, as long as you come to him at the end of the day. otherwise, you belong to him and nobody else.
• even in sleep, your body is his. he'll wake you up, have his way, then rest. whether you remember it or not – well – that is also up to belphie. he's your best and worst nightmare; taking control of you whenever he desires, leaving his mark on you. . without shame.
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Obey Me! Demon Brothers Imagine: MC is kidnapped by a lower demon and summons them to save them
Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Belphegor
Trigger Warnings: mentions of torture, punching, kicking, and choking. Slightly suggestive with Asmo? MC is tied to a chair and slightly manhandled.
You thought all of this would be over. You had been at RAD for half a year now, all the demons seemed to be used to your presence and no one had so much as given you dirty looks anymore. When you first arrived you were the target of some bullying and pranks, but after the school learned you were under the protection of the seven brothers, that ceased to exist.
So when Judas, a popular and nice demon in your history class offered to help you study after school, you gladly accepted it. It was your worst subject, and exams were quickly approaching. He was smart, pretty, and seemed to get along well with everyone.
That was what you thought until you woke up in a dark room, tied to a chair looking up at him horrified. Your mind drifted back to when he offered you a drink when you first came to the study room. He must have slipped you something and then drug you off to some secluded area.
“Why would you do this?” you demanded, tugging at the ropes that bound your fists together behind the chair.
“Because I think Lord Diavolo’s plan to unite the three realms is blasphemous.” Judas spat back. “Humans could never stand as equals to demons, and when I’m done with you, he’ll feel the same way.”
“I’ll give you one chance.” you told him with an ice cold stare, doing an awful good job at hiding your fear. “Let me go right now and I won’t summon him.”
Judas laughed maniacally, throwing his head back to the ceiling and clapping his hands. He then grabbed the back of your neck and forced you to look up at him. “Go ahead. I’m sure he’d love to join me. You may think those brothers like you, but they only protect you out of pity.”
You gave Judas a small smirk before screaming out your demon’s name, pact mark glowing brightly on your skin.
His vision immediately turned red as soon as he gained sight of what was before him. Some lower level demon was touching his human. In a few short strides he had already made his way over, picking up the scum with effortless strength and throwing him to the ground with such immense force. As Judas was whimpering beneath him, Lucifer gave a low chuckle as he cracked his neck and put his boot against Judas’ skull.
“So you’re the one who’s been stalking them? I should have known. Lower level scum like you always want to go after a stronger man’s treasures to prove something of themselves. I can always sense when someone is after my MC. I just never thought it would be someone I used to respect.” He pushed his foot down further on Judas’s temple making him cry out.
“Mark my words, heathen.” Lucifer said through gritted teeth. “You’re in for a fate much worse than you were planning to give my MC. You messed with the biggest bull in the devildom, and now you’ll be impaled by my horns.” Lucifer gave one swift kick to Judas’ abdomen, rendering him unconscious.
His demon form instantly vanished as he turned to you, practically sprinting over to you. He knealt down to your level, scanning over your body for any signs of injury with such soft eyes. “Are you alright? He didn’t hurt you did he?”
“No he didn’t.” you told him, finally feeling safe enough to release a few tears. “I called for you right away.”
“Oh my love…” he immediately wrapped his arms around you, placing your head in the crook of his neck. He pulled back to look at you with such admiration. “You were so brave, you did such a wonderful job. I only wish I could have been there to help you sooner. But don’t fret, you’re safe now.”
Now that he new you were safe, Lucifer couldn’t resist the swell of pride in his chest at the fact that you immediately called him for help. But of course, he couldn’t tell you that.
When he was summoned he was actually facing away from the two of you, arms stretched behind his head as he cracked his back. His physique alone was truly incredible, immediately striking fear into the heart of Judas, who thought you were bluffing about being able to summon your demon.
“Ah, MC, I didn’t think ya would need me so soon.” Mammon said, his words dripping with cockiness. He turned around, ocean eyes zeroing in on Judas, making him go frozen. Greed soared through every cell in his body as he realized: someone thought they could take you away from him. And there was no saving Judas after that.
At the speed of light, Mammon had him pushed up against the wall, right hand locked around his neck in a tight chokehold while his left snapped off one of Judas’ horns.
“Now, mind explaining to me what made ya think you had the right to touch my precious human?” he spat, seething with rage as he tossed the severed horn over his shoulder.
“Come on man, it’s not what you think!” Judas stammered, practically shaking against Mammon’s enourmous frame. “I just wanted to shake them up a bit! You don’t really care for this worthless human do you?”
At that Mammon lost it and socked him right in the jaw, so hard it sounded like a cannon. He then grabbed the back of Judas’ neck in the same way that he had seen him do to you. “Don’t you ever, and I mean ever, call them that. You’re about to incur the wrath of The Great Mammon, then you’ll know what it’s like to feel worthless. But you’ll have to wait for that treat until I can get MC out of this hellhole.”
In another quick flash of movement, Mammon untied you from the chair and set you down on the floor gently, then tied Judas up to the chair the exact same way. Once he was out of the way, Mammon rushed over to you, cupping your face in his hands.
“Are you okay? How much happened before I got here?” he pleaded, eyes watering the tiniest bit.
“Not much,” you told him, placing your hands over his. “You came right away, my demon.”
“Of course I did. I’m your Great Mammon.” he smirked, giving you a kiss on the forehead. “But what were ya doing hanging out with some shady guy like this?! You should be more careful!” he shook you lightly in a scolding tone.
“I’m sorry, you’re right! I shouldn’t have been so careless.” you confessed, tossing your head against his chest.
Mammon was shocked that you agreed with him so easily without any push back. He realized then that you were probably tired from the adrenaline rush of everything. He just thought of you being so strong, he didn’t even consider that you might have been scared of Judas.
“It’s alright, MC.” he said affectionately patting the back of your head, trying not to soil the moment with the ego boost it gave him. “I’ll take care of everything for ya.”
Levi didn’t like to admit it, but he could get extremely protective over you. After all, you’re his person. You guys had such a special connection that he hadn’t found in anyone else. Well, other than Henry. And while he never took much pride at all in his sin of envy, you were the only thing he was not willing to share with anyone, not even his brothers or Lord Diavolo. He would defend his right to be your demon against all odds, and the fact that this joker thought he had the right to mess with his favorite person was just unacceptable.
This was the angriest you had seen him since the TSL quiz showdown, and to be frank, you were just glad he was on your side. Levi took slow, suspenseful steps toward Judas who was paralyzed with fear, before stopping dead in front of him. Without warning, his tail wrapped around the lower demon like a boa constrictor, lifting him up into the air as he gasped for air.
“You really are pathetic, aren’t you?” he hissed, practically shaking the room with his rage. “Let me tell you this, they have more of a beloved place in this realm than a normie like you ever will!”
“C-calm down man!” Judas choked out. “I wasn’t going to hurt them! I just wanted to teach them a lesson!”
Levi giggled in that devious, maniacal way that he does at times, leaning in closer to the inferior’s face as he spoke. “Well then allow me to teach you a few lessons, hm?”
With that, Judas was thrown across the room and slammed against the hard stone wall. The force was so much that some of the rock began to crumble around his body.
“Lesson number one.” Levi began. “Never touch something that doesn’t belong to you.”
“Lesson number two…” he continued, giving the inferior a harsh slap on the back with his tail as he tried to get back up, making him fall flat on the floor with a thud. “When you do wrong, you must suffer the consequences.”
After all this, Levi yanked Judas’ head up by his hair and forced him to look him in the eyes. “And lesson three- never mess with the Avatar of Envy or his human.”
When Levi felt that his work was done, he sprinted over to you and undid your restraints, then scooped you up in his arms and carried you away to recuperate in his bathtub/bed.
“Sorry I didn’t get here sooner MC-chan! Can I make it up to you with a TSL marathon and Ruri cosplay photo shoot?”
O-ho-ho no. No no no. That scum picked the wrong human to kidnap. Satan has been known to be quite the sadist, and quite knowledgeable in the subject of torture. And this was no exception.
Satan didn’t really like to use his sin. He felt that if it was only born out of Lucifer’s rage, then giving into his wrath would push him further into his brother’s shadow. Normally, Satan would use his acquired intelligence against this demon. However, this was most certainly not one of those times. The second Satan looked into your teary eyes, he was an absolute beast. He sprinted up to the demon and tackled him straight to the ground. He threw punch after punch, until the miserable thing cried out for mercy.
“Shut up, you worthless worm!” Satan practically roared, clutching the demon’s collar with both hands. “How dare you, how dare you put your filthy hands on my irreplaceable human!” He then yanked Judas up to his face and hissed with a whisper into his ear, “No amount of pain you incur will ever atone for what you put them through, but I’ll be damned if I let you go without a punishment. I’ll see you in the dungeon.”
Then with a snap of Satan’s fingers, Judas had vanished to another location. After he untied you, you practically leapt into his arms. You were so shook up, clutching onto him for dear life and not being able to hold back your tears any longer. He of course immediately went soft and cradled you in his arms, sitting down with you in his lap.
“It’s alright my darling.” he told you, running his hand along your back, not realizing how tightly he was holding onto you until he leaned back to look you in the eye. “I guess the only thing I’m afraid of in this world is losing you. Could you ever accept such a wrathful heart?”
You put your hands around his cheeks which he immediately blushed at, turning as still as a statue. “You’re absolutely beautiful Satan. You’re so strong, but still so delicate. I wouldn’t want anyone else to have saved me.”
At that, the sound of a cupid’s arrow plucking a tiny green demon heart could be heard throughout the entire devildom. No one had ever described him so kindly. Satan now knew for sure that the only kind of demon he ever wanted to be was yours.
At first glance, Asmo didn’t seem very intimidating. With his slender frame, cute voice, and soft facial features, no one expected him to be so lethal. But Judas underestimating his love for you was a big mistake.
Asmo swooped into the room, his black wings spanning out behind him as he landed, standing tall in front of you. His doe eyes widened at the sight of you. He had only seen you in this position once before, and he could tell by the look on your face that this was not the same kind of scenario.
“MC… do you want me to take care of this?” Asmo chirped, his face looking sweet and innocent but you could see the danger that lurked behind his amber gaze. You gave him a frantic nod, and that was all the confirmation he needed.
In mere seconds, you watched your sweet little avatar of lust transform into the most terrifying being in the devildom. His eyes darkened, his veins stood out against the skin of his arms and hands, wings and horns gleaming in the faint light of the dimly lit room… to you, he looked hot as hell, but to Judas, he looked positively terrifying.
“So, you think you can tie my MC up?” Asmo sneered, striding up to Judas who was already backing away from you. “Only I get to do that, little demon. And that’s with consent.” In a flash, Judas was on his knees, absolutely captivated by the darkness that Asmo radiated. Asmo took advantage of this and kicked him up the head with his heeled boot, rendering him unconscious.
“MC!” he called out, instantly turning on his heel and running to you, tearing the ropes away from you. He wrapped you up in his wings and embraced you for a moment before pulling back to look you over. “I’m so happy you’re safe! Sorry you had to see that side of me, I know it’s not so pretty! How about I make it up to you with a night of pampering? I’ve got face masks and a rose petal bath with your name on it!”
“Oh, don’t worry Asmo…” you reassured him, pushing his honey colored waves back. “I didn’t mind seeing you like that. It was sort of sexy.”
“Oh?” he smirked, caressing your cheek. “Would you like me to take you back to my room and show you more?”
Beel was especially shocked at the scene that played out in front of him, considering he and Judas were teammates on the Fangol team. He couldn’t believe that someone he fought and played with could hurt his beloved human.
Beel’s a big boy. Like, he’s very tall. And muscular. His build alone was enough to leave Judas quaking in his boots. But that was nothing compared to the way his violet eyes pierced into him, making him feel about two inches tall.
“You’re trying to hurt… my human? MY human?” Beel demanded, towering over the inferior creature who was scrambling backwards. “What makes you think you have the right!” This was just as bad as… no, worse than when his custard was stolen.
“Beel, I…” Judas stuttered, looking around for any sort of excuse for what he had done. “I’m surprised you don’t want to share this snack with me! I mean, they do look delicious don’t they?”
Oh that did it. Beel’s large hand clasped around the demon’s throat, raising him up into the air by only his neck. He then pushed him up against the wall, still holding him up.
“Now you listen to me…” Beel growled in such a deep voice you could barely hear him from where you sat. “They are not a snack. And even if they were I sure as hell wouldn’t share them with the likes of you. Do you understand?” Judas was dumb founded, stammering and stuttering from his place on the wall. Beel was getting impatient, and slammed his body against the wall once more. “I said, do you understand!”
“Yes! I do! I promise!” Judas pleaded.
“Good.” Beel continued. “Now here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m gonna let you go, but you’re going to run far away and never show your face in this realm again. If I ever see you around here again, you’ll wish you hadn’t been so bold as to fall from grace in the first place. Got it?”
“Yes! You won’t ever see me again in your life!” Judas cried, and with that Beel thrashed him onto the ground. He scuttled away, never to be seen again, and Beel turned back into the giant puppy that he truly was for you.
“Are you okay love? Did I not come soon enough?” He asked so softly he was almost whispering. He was feeling all over your body looking for the slightest abnormality.
“No my darling, you came just in time.” you told him, feeling so much better now that it was just the two of you in the room. You gave him a kiss on the forehead that made him smile so bright. “My hero.”
“Let’s get you out of here, yeah?” he suggested, and after you gave him a nod he carried you off to your room bridal style. He cuddled you all night after that. Well, at least until dinner time.
You were the only one allowed to disturb Belphie’s sleep. And even you thought it was best to choose your battles wisely. So when you summoned him without any warning, he knew something was wrong. All the sleepiness in his face faded as he saw his darling in the hands of some monster. He was suddenly wide awake.
“This is your demon?” Judas chuckled, pulling your neck back even further in his hand. “This is the lowest ranking of the seven brothers! I’m not so easily intimidated.”
Belphegor simply chuckled at this remark, then yawned and stretched like he normally does after a nap. “MC dear, you may want to look away. I don’t want to trigger you by acting like I did the night I attacked you.”
That was all you needed to hear before you craned your neck away from the two demons. You had forgiven Belphegor for that night long ago, but you certainly didn’t want to see that terrifying side of him again.
“Little Judas…” Belphegor went on, striding over to him with his hands in his pockets. “I’m sorry to disappoint you, but you’re not the first person to underestimate my power as seventh-born… and you probably won’t be the last.” He snickered, cracking his knuckles. “But I am still one of the seven brothers for a reason. And it’s a good reason too. That’s something you’ll never forget.”
After that, all you heard was a bunch of frenzied noises, mostly of Belphegor’s blows and Judas’s begging for forgiveness. Once the noise stopped, Belphie suddenly appeared in front of you, the exact same way you saw him before you looked away.
“He’s taken care of darling.” he smiled, kissing your cheek before untying you. As soon as you were free, you sprung into his arms, burying your head in his chest and squeezing his torso super tight. He was taken aback by this for a second, but then smiled at your affections, holding you against him softly.
“Thank you so much.” you uttered quietly. “You really saved me Belphie. This definitely makes up for when you tried to kill me.”
“I’m honored, but I’m still going to spend the rest of my life proving to you that I love you. Starting with taking you up to bed and holding you close until you fall asleep with only sweet dreams.”
I read your dirty thoughts post and honestly 🥵👀💦
Would I be able to request the characters reacting to MC being a virgin?
"Actually... I'm a virgin..."
Warnings: Mentios of virginity, mentions of being claimed, first time, theres nothing described explicitly but the insinuations are there.
A/N:Honestly theres something very erotic about losing your virginity to a demon. I mean they are demons, so having a corruption kink is just part of their nature. Also I have no idea where I was going with this, some are more creative than others, some are really bad.
I didn't specifie a gender for Mc but I did write it with a Afab!Reader in mind.
Intro: You and your favorite were getting more intimate with eachother, you were kissing eachother getting lost in the moment, when you feel his hands dip inside your pants as he begins to rub your sweet spot.
"W-wait!" he stops hi ministrations. "I-I'm actually a virgin, I've never done anything like this before, so... please be gentle..."
*Cue Lucifers signature smirk* "Is that so?"
Out of all the brothers Lucifer has the biggest corruption kink in my opinion.
He'll treat it a like a very special occasion, it's not every day you lose your virginity.
"Did you know that virgins are especially tempting to us demons?" He'll whisper in your ear. Don't worry Mc you are in very good hands, magical hands that'll make you feel everything.
Honestly Lucifer is one of the best at aftercare, he'll make sure your comfortable and cared for, whatever you want he'll do it for you.
It takes Mammon a few seconds to process what you just siad, but when he realizes he looks at you and smirks.
"Oh..." he says as he goes back to rubbing you, "So my little human has never been touched here before?" he has a mocking tone to his voice but his face gives away his tre feelings.
Although Mammon tries to put a "I don't care" facade, the fact that you are comfortable enough with him to let him take your virginity makes him feel all warm and fuzy in a way he never felt. "Don't worry, I'm yer first, I'll' take goo care of ya"
Mammon is not very gentle but he is very romantic, he'll whisper words of praise in your ear, tell you how much he is enjoying being your first and how much you mean to him.
He'll make sure you both cum toghether in the end, and for aftercare he'll pamper you like royalty.
Levi.exe has sopped working, too much cuteness.
"I'm a virgin to..." Oh GOD DID HE SAY THAT OUTLOUD?!!
He feels like his heart is going to explode, not only is he losing his virginity, but hes taking yours as well, thats too much pressure for one guy!
But then he looks at your face and all his anxiety goes away. It's just you and him now, discovering eachother. It's a bit clumsy and akward in the beginnig, but after sometime you manage to find your own special rithym together.
Aftercare consists of Levi and you cuddling together talking about how you both enjoyed it.
That was the hottest thing Stan has ever heard, he feels so proud of himself for attaining this type of intimacy with you, it's like theres only you and him in the universe and nothing else matters.
"As you wish", Satan is happy to share this moment with you and he want to cherish it.
He'll be so sweet, constantly asking you how it feels, if you are comfortable always making sure your plasure comes first, even tho you can't form coherent senteces anymore.
He is a curious demon, so he wants to explore your body to the fullest, he'll test a few things with trying to achieve the best result for both of you.
By the end of it your both tired and out of breath, he'll turn to you and ask how you liked it, then cuddle up with you. "If there is anything you need just let me know".
"Oh...! Well then, I am honored to being your first!", Asmo doesn't hesitate he keeps rubing you, watching your face contort in pleasure. "But you've touched yourself before, haven't you?" you nodd your head "Good, very good"
You chose the right demon to lose your virginity to, hes going to make this a very special momment, a night to never forget.
Asmo is very gentle at first, prepping you and whispering words of praise into your ear as he makes you cum. But as the night goes on he'll have you screaming his name.
Aftercare is a relaxing bath with him, talking about all the exciting things he wants to try out with you.
Oh wow... is it weird that he is turned on by it? Because he is.
"Don't worry MC, I'll be very careful"
Beel is a very big boy and he knows it, so he takes extra care prepping you and making sure you're ready to take him.
But all the prepp in the world couldn't prepare you to the feeling of him entering you for the first time. Beel takes his time finding the right pace for both of you.
He wants to make sure you're comfortable and ok with everything going on. Hes always asking you for reassurance.
For aftercare he'll bring lots of snacks for the both of you to share and cuddle, he'll listen to whatever you want to talk about.
His eyes go wide as he stares at you genuine suprise on his face, he thought one of his brothers had already claimed you by the time he got out of the attic.
"Cute." is all he says, the truth is Belphie is happy to be your first, it means you trust him.
Belphie will be gentle very gentle, he'll be thrusting lazily into you until you beg him to go faster. "But I thought you wanted me to be gentle?" he mocked. Don't worry just be patient and he'll give you exactly what you want.
After your both done, he'll lay next to you a pull you into his arms and ask how you feel. You both fall asleep right after.
Hiii love your writing :D So at this point many of us know the "Human needs certain amount of hugs a day" fact but i love it with brothers so much shjss
So imagine Satan suddenly finding this fact but misreading it and thinking something bad will happen to their human if they don't get required amount of hugs per day (can make it angst/comfort), how would the brothers (and other if it's not too much) react to that and what will they do?
You can change scenerio if it doesn't fit just thought I'll give the idea to go off of
Thanks a lot for this prompt! I'll try my best to deliver!
Hug your human or consequences will follow!
The brothers believe Mc will fall ill if they don't get at least one hug a day! How do they cope with this information?!
While he obviously knows this is impossible, the anxiety kills him.
Yes, hugs are important, but you shouldn't fall ill if you don't get them.
Right?.... Humans don't fall ill from that.
He refuses to believe the info, but you are gonna catch him being way more affectionate, and giving you small hugs every day.
When you ask him about this, he will absolutely deny everything.
"Whatever do you mean Mc? Haven't I always pampered you?"
You push him further and he spills his guts.
You start laughing uncontrollably, and he tenses, how could he even believe that stupid nonsense?!
Please hug this man and pamper him a little, his pride is destroyed (He will have a few words with Satan afterwards.)
Goes straight to your room and doesn't let you go.
Will hug you every time he sees you, while being a blushing mess.
"H-huh?! Why am I hugging ya?... D-don't worry about it, be pleased that you're receiving the great Mammon's hugs!"
He once forgot for a day to hug you.
Literally ran to find you, eyes red and puffy from crying, he was so worried you were gonna fall ill!
You worriedly ask him what's wrong and he says he forgot to give you a hug.
????? Confusion ensues
"H... Huh? What do you mean you won't die if I don't give you a hug?!"
Feels so embarassed.
He will keep on hugging you daily, do not mention this little incident or he will turn red as a tomato.
Actually reluctant to believe it.
Until he remembers one of the animes he watched had that exact same plot!
and the main love interest falls in a coma because the protagonist didn't believe the warning!
Goes to find you so fast
you don't understand why is he so alarmed.
Suddenly, he opens his arms, and gives you a tight hug!
Very tight, you can't breathe.
You feel his whole body shaking, and after the two longest seconds of your life, he pulls away and starts sprinting to his room.
¨That was too much physical contact!!! And I have to do that every day?!¨
He actually tries his best not to faint every time he gives you a hug, fails a couple of times.
When you ask him what is going on and he responds, you are very nervous to tell him that you going ill is false.
You do it anyway.
He goes straight to his room and shuts himself.
Go inside and give him some hugs yourself! Tell him that you appreciate the effort!
Actually the one who found the information.
Was extremely shocked, humans can actually fall ill because they don't recieve physical affection?
He knew humans were extremely emotional and fragile creatures, but this was too much.
Goes out of his way to hug you at least once a day anyway.
Also kisses your cheek everytime he sees you, as the article mentioned affection in general.
Extremely flustered but will try to keep his cool.
When you act weirded out, Satan goes back to read the article with the info.
...Everything seems okay, perhaps he should ask you instead?
No, he can do it himself.
Starts reading books and books, and a lot of articles to find out what's actually going on.
When he discovers it is good for mental health he is relieved.
But when he discovers you aren't gonna die or fall extremely ill, well, he felt...embarassed.
Will keep on doing it, because he loves you, and makes him happy (Tell him it also makes you happy too! You will see him blush, a cute sight.)
The only one who knows that fact is fake.
Did you think The avatar of lust would not know about this fact if it were true?
He has slept with countless humans, and knows quite a lot about them. Not all, but enough to know this isn't true.
Some very lonely people have summoned him after all, people who didn't get hugged even by their own mothers!
That's very sad, anyway-
Will use it as an excuse to hug you in front of the brothers without them getting jealous (They will get jealous, but they won't be able to say anything without blowing their own covers)
You will not notice anything out of the ordinary honestly, he is the same as always.
He hasn't given you hugs recently hasn't he? Have you been getting hugs anywhere?
Thinks you may fall ill at any times so he goes straight to your room and wraps you up in a bear hug.
Doesn't let you go until he thinks your hug deficency has been reversed.
Will hug you every day, at anytime he finds free. He will even have you on his lap while eating, hugging you with one arm while devouring his food.
Once he was out of the house almost all day, the moment he stepped inside the house of lamentation, he went to find you and enveloped you in his embrace.
Beel is sweaty, you ask him what's wrong.
¨I'm giving you your daily dose of hugs.¨ ... ¨What? You aren't gonna fall ill if you don't get hugs?¨
Once he knows this, he breathes a sigh of relief, and hugs you again, this time more tenderly.
¨You got me worried. I'm glad you're safe¨
Will keep on hugging you daily, it has become a habit!
He acts like he isn't scared but deep down he feels the anxiety on his bones.
Will not go running to you, he will just walk around the house until he finds you.
Lazily gives you a hug, and cuddles you.
Because of the frequency of his hugs, you don't really realize anything off with it, just the usual cuddly and clingy Belphie.
He mostly gives you back hugs, if you're shorter than him he will gently rest his head atop of yours.
If you're taller, he will nuzzle his head on your back.
After the truth comes out, he feels relieved, will not chase you around anymore, but will still hug you.
Snuggles, snuggles...Belphie's love language.
— say you’ll stay (never be severed)
when they have a nightmare you die ; title creds
lucifer knows it was just a dream. he knows it wasn’t real, assures himself it wasn’t and yet he allows his heart - still thundering in his chest - to guide his sharp strides and pound on your door. the sight of you, worry for him clear though sleepy and bleary eyed, is enough for lucifer’s knees to melt and he falls forward to embrace you, relieved sigh shuddering through the air next to your ear. it feels natural when your arms circle his torso, tight hold allowing him to sink further and push back the tears that welled in his eyes. for once, lucifer’s head isn’t in charge and he relishes in your touch as his heartbeat begins to slow until it thumps a steady rhythm of i love you, i love you. unknowingly, the words fall from his lips too, escaping from deep within. and it’s the certainty in your voice as you return the confession that finally convinces lucifer he had experienced nothing more than a bad dream.
mammon doesn’t wait, can’t wait. he scrambles to your room, familiar route suddenly lasting an eternity. his feet slap panickedly against the floor as he barges in with such urgency that the door swings open with a bang. the slam is loud enough to scare you awake, half jumping out of your skin. but you don’t have a moment spare to take in what’s happening before mammon wraps himself around you, head tucked into the crook of your neck as he gasps and chants, “you’re ok, you’re ok.” you bring your own arms up to envelope him, knowing not of his nightmare but of just how bravely he protects his family, from the fall to now. it’d be foolish to think he’s the second eldest for nothing. but right now, mammon trembles under your touch, one hand rubbing across his broad shoulders and the other finding its place in the foam of his hair. “i’m ok,” you whisper in return as the first tears hit your collarbone and seep into your skin, “and you are too. i’ve got you, mammon.”
leviathan tries briefly to comfort himself, turning to the games he always found solace in, an escape from his own mind. but the scenes are violent and gory and his thumbs slip nervously on the controllers until he throws the console away from him. big red letters mocking him as they blink “you died.” levi can’t help it when he runs to your room, pictures of his nightmare still clear in his mind, unyielding. it sparks a fear in him that runs deeper than his worries of being a burden. and when you tug the demon gently into your hold, giving him the touch he so desperately needed, a whimper escapes him. it seems that is enough for levi to unravel, tears flooding down his cheeks as details of his night flow from his lips. you try your best to catch them all, more than used to levi’s ramblings, but he’s babbling incomprehensibly and you can’t keep up. and though stuck on the story of his video game, you still manage to calm levi with a simply reply of “let’s do it together.”
satan tries so hard, so desperately to distract himself. he first takes to deviltube, hoping the mindless videos would soothe his nerves but the voices in his head ring louder than the ones on screen. when that fails, he picks up his trusty book but it isn’t long before he becomes stuck on the same sentence, thoughts raging and wild. it’s only when the words begin to mix and blend that satan realises there are tears dripping down his cheeks. he swipes at them harshly, but them and the nonsensical fear to sleep again in case the nightmare returns has him padding down the hallways, knocking almost meekly at your door. the muted beats serve for confusion as you open the door, but it takes a split second for you to notice satan’s redrimmed eyes and the way he stands, awkward, unsure, small. refusing to meet your gaze. in an instant, you pull him into you, not needing an explanation but simply willing the demon to return to his usual self. and with your comfort and love, satan already has.
asmodeus is a mess. tears mar his skin, his eyes are bloodshot and his fingers tug tightly at his hair. his sobs have since turned into ugly, shapeless shrieks that have you venturing into his room, concern fuelling each action. you’ve never once seen him so unkempt. the grip he has only loosens when your hand covers his own, partly out of shock and partly out of comfort. asmo allows you to gently pull at him as if he is something delicate and dainty until eventually, he finds himself turned towards you. asmo can only count down the seconds for you to open your arms and invite him closer, and he all but jumps into your hold, pressed tight against you, skin against skin. your warmth sears at him, enough to dispel the horrid dreams and fearful tears. because asmo knows best that your touch is like none other, and with you, all his fears and worries glimmer away.
it’s no secret that beelzebub is plagued by nightmares. his brothers take turns in soothing him in the midst of the night, guilt weighing heavy on their chests. but tonight is different, tonight is bad. and when belphie comes banging on your door and tugs you down the hall, you follow wordlessly, heart in your throat. beel is surrounded by his older brothers when you arrive, harsh sobs shuddering through his frame. it is only when belphie returns with you that he begins to calm, his family finally full. you’re quick to slot yourself against his side when he reaches an arm out, hand finding his own. the feeling of your deep breaths banishes away the remnants of his nightmare and he tries his best to mirror them, to mirror you. still, when the tears dry and his lip no longer quivers, beel refuses to fall asleep again, too afraid of what may happen to his family when his back is turned. a squeeze of his hand directs his attention to you, and his eyes begin to prick once more as you whisper, “you can rest, beel. we’re all ok.”
belphegor is paralysed as his sin works against him. the lifeless image of you sends him thrashing, trapped in his many blankets with desperate, fearful whimpers escaping his throat. when he wakes in the attic, his heart sinks, and for a moment he isn’t sure if the images tormenting his mind are from the nightmare or a distant memory. but when you grip belphie’s shoulders and pull him close, he is soothed ever so slightly. still, tears spring at his eyes and you’re suddenly reminded that he is the youngest of the brothers, palm tracing up and down his spine. apologies spill from his lips, words mixing together between stammers and stumbles but you only hold belphie tighter with a dismissive shake of your head. you wonder gently if belphie’s sorry whispers are for bothering you or something bigger, but the thought remains at the back of your mind as he trembles beneath you. “it’s alright, belphie,” you coo softly, “i’m right here with you.”