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Stolas, Millie, Loona, Vaggie, Stella, Husk, Beezlebub and Asmodeus accidentally hitting their S/O During a Fight.
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Stolas
It shouldn't have even been an argument.
Looking back he felt awful about the whole thing, it was all so stupid.
Now, despite his extensive and near limitless wealth, at the beginning of your relationship you made it clear you refused to mooch off of him.
Completely that is, he still spoiled you rotten, and you weren't planning on stopping him, But you had a job, maintaining a level of independence, something you took great pride in.
Stolas supported this with gusto, loving your independence as well as adoring the simple assurance you weren't just with him for the money and status.
It all spawned from when he'd asked you to preform a simple chore, something he'd normally do but had a packed schedule, so asked you to do it.
But of course, with your own busy schedule, you'd forgotten, the task going undone the entire day.
Coming home Stolas would snap at you, having endured a particularly stressful day, only for you to snap back.
You'd break into a heated argument, the both of you picking at every petty thing about each other you could.
Snapping at each other for the sort of things you'd never think to bring up before, but in that moment the both of you were just looking for things to get mad about.
But it'd be after Stolas made a remark, a shallow, but derogatory remark on your status as a Hellborne.
And that, well, that gave you something to genuinely be mad about.
You'd snap back at him, bringing up a moment of vitriolic anger, genuinely hurtful information, the sort you'd never have brought up otherwise.
Stolas, completely shocked by such a vicious outbreak, would snap.
Not mentally, but physically.
He didn't even realise what had happened until he looked down, seeing you holding your cheek, staring up at him in horror.
Cold dread filling him, his stomach dropping as he realised what had happened, the man stumbling back, horrified with himself.
"I... I..." He tried to speak but failed, unable to say anything.
You'd turn away, breathing shaky as you struggled to keep yourself composed.
Stolas would reach out to you, hoping to fix the situation. To prove he hadn't meant it.
If you pulled away, the man would break down, apologising profusely, the Owl in an exceptionally fragile state, apologising again and again, having a full breakdown as he begged you for forgiveness.
Your relationship would suffer heavily, but could heal depending on how willing you were, the man profusely apologetic, promising that'd never happen again, terrified he'd be a monster like Stella was to him.
If instead you allowed him to embrace you, he'd pull you close, crying profusely as you held each other, accepting what had happened and your mutual role in it.
You'd end up in his arms, the man holding you to his chest fluff, your favourite spot, the two of you just sat there for hours, holding each other close.
Yous talk softly, both of you apologising, but Stolas practically begging for forgiveness.
He'd feel awful for bringing a physical element to your relationship.
Not that you didn't already get physical, 17 broken bed frames in 9 months proved you got plenty physical, but becoming physically abusive was literally the very last thing he EVER wanted, especially for his partner.
It would take some time, the two of you spending countless hours holding each other close, talking through your issues countless times.
It'd be after stolas would apologise for the hundredth time, you cupping his face and telling him gently you forgave him, that your relationship would really begin to heal.
Stolas would be on edge for a while, going above and beyond for you, ensuring you knew exactly how much he loved you, being extra careful to be as un-intimidating as physically possible.
But your relationship would heal, you loving the owl boi and him loving you, the two of you handling and moving past the bump in your relationship in a surprisingly healthy fashion, the man only loving you even more by the end of it.
Millie
Now, Millie was an interesting contradiction.
On one hand, violence was natural for the girl. Growing up on Wrath It was necessary, becoming second nature for the Imp'et, but despite this she was also exceptionally good at keeping her cool.
She'd only get violent when necessary, and usually in your defence more than anything.
But it'd be some massive fight, the two of you really going at it, that her Wrathern side would kick in.
The girl shoved you.
And this is Millie, so a 'shove' actually meant she pretty much threw you across the room.
Millie covered her mouth as you slumped against the wall, groaning as you got up.
Millie would move to you, rushing to your side, doing her best to care for you, your arm being injured in the crash.
Getting up Millie would attempt to help you, clearly distraught, trying to assure you she was sorry.
If you pulled away from Millie, the farm girl would be totally distraught.
Never had she had to fear her body nor her killer instincts before, in fact, you loved her body, and the way she was usually the most deadly person in the room, hoo boy, you adored it.
That was one of your favourite parts of her.
And not just for the sexual aspect, though there was plenty of that but for her sheet ability.
She was confident and had the physicality to back it up, which in and of itself, was insanely hot.
But, getting hit by her, even it it was unintentional, would drastically change your view of it all.
You'd stumble back, tears building in your eyes as you stared up at her.
Millie, covering her mouth, would feel horrified.
She'd never mean to hurt you. That's literally the last thing she'd ever wanted to do to you, at least not like this.
But sure enough, she'd hit you, her baser instincts kicking in, the girl striking on pure instinct.
She'd move to you, already apologising, trying to assure you.
You'd be emotional, adrenaline pumping hard as you made the choice.
She'd reach out for you, hoping to show she wasn't evil, that she was sorry and meant only the best for you.
If you pulled away, Millie would feel downright awful. She'd probably pull in herself, freaking out internally as she pulled back.
She'd be entirely distraught, the woman becoming horribly self concious, paranoid of her every action, fearful of if she could hurt you again.
She'd try to reach out to you, trying her very best to reach out to you, but unless you were willing to reconcile with her, seeing it from her side, she'd likely have a minor, though well maintained breakdown, the woman freaking out over the whole thing.
Your relationship could recover, but it'd take a lot of communication and understanding, the both of you working through the event and the subsequent issues in a slow, healthy manner.
If you instead leaned into her touch, the two of you would hold each other close.
Millie and you would sit there for a long while, sat there, speaking softly.
You'd go back and forth for a while, both of you apologising. Talking through the issues that led to the argument.
The next few weeks would be tender, you obviously hesitant whenever she got mad, or became physical, the girl noticing how you flinch or watch her warily, fearful of her body.
She hated that. You used to worship her body, and while it wasn't about her ego, she missed be able to be herself around you, it stinging all the more that she only had herself to blame.
As such she would make sure to smother you in positive affection, the girl near constantly hugging or holding you close, never too harshly but enough that you'd get used to her physic, learning to trust being in her arms again.
Her favourite act to simply have you on her lap, holding you close in her muscular, yet feminine form, the girl holding you possessively, gently kissing or whispering in your ear, purring sweet nothing's.
Your relationship would be damaged, absolutely, the whole thing becoming a scar on your relationship, and yet, with some mutual care and respect, you'd not only recover, but your relationship would grow stronger from the affair.
The both of you would acknowledging your part in the argument, promising each other to do better.
It'd take some time to get back to where you were before the incident. To truly trust and love each other like you had before, yet with an abundance of love an dcare for the the other, you'd grow an even stronger, more intimate bond, the two of you coming to truly love and trust each other, your relationship becoming unbreakable.
Loona
Your relationship with Loona would be... odd.
Both in good and bad ways.
You'd have a passionate, if immature relationship, loving each other deeply but struggling to express it properly, the both of you immature and unable to properly work through your emotions in the best ways.
Fights... weren't exactly common, but they weren't rare either, though in fairness, most of your fights were just petty squabbles that worked mostly as an excuse for amazing make up sex.
But well, Loona was a temperamental woman at heart, and well, that temper had a habit of flaring on a whim.
It'd be on a particularly off day, the girl just looking for a fight, but when it became clear you simply couldn't avoid or talk through this random bout of aggression, you'd let her pick the fight.
You'd go back and forth for a while, arguing and yelling at each other, though throughout it, it was clear your heart wasn't in it, you just going through the motions to let Loona let off some steam.
The problem was, Loona's was.
And it'd be after some sarcastic remarks that Loona would snap at you with a genuinely hurtful remark.
You snapping back with a slightly harsher retort, and that's when the actual fight began.
You'd quickly break into a screaming match, the both of you trying to shout down the other.
But after Loona made a snide comment on you, you'd snap back, insulting her just as harshly, if not worst, really twisting the blade as it were.
Loona, shocked you'd make such a comment, would jump at you.
Now, to be clear, you and Loona often got physical, when fighting or otherwise. But this was different then the usual rough housing you'd do.
This wasn't the teasing hands on stuff you'd done countless times before, the wrestling and headlocks she used to do to assert dominance.
No, this was an attack.
She snarled, the two launching across the room, crashing into the wall, you trying to get away only for her to hit you, something halfway between a slap and a punch.
But that was enough to leave you stunned, staring up at her as she raised her fist again.
She sat there, teeth bared, fist clenched, staring down at you as you stared up at her in horror.
Loona, breathing harshly, realised what what she'd just done, staring down at you as tears formed in your eyes.
You looked scared.
Scared of her.
She threw herself off of you, horrified realisation rocking her form, the feeling only growing worse as you moved away from her.
She'd sit there for a minute, processing everything that'd happened, analysing her part, then yours, then her part.
Tears would well in her eyes, the girl slowly getting to her feet.
She'd apologise through tears, hands shaking as she held back ugly sobs, the woman moving to you, pleading and apologising profusely.
She'd get so close she could almost touch you, pleading for you to believe she'd never mean to hurt you.
If you pulled away, Loona would have a full on breakdown, pleading, begging you to believe she never wanted to hurt you.
She'd likely sit there sobbing for a long time before getting up and running to the only person she could think of.
Blitzø.
Now, upon finding his sobbing daughter, he would naturally become enraged, the man wanting to track you down and neuter you.
But Loona would demand he shut up and sit down, the girl explaining what had happened.
Now Blitzø was no expert on relationships, Satan knows had more failed relationships then teeth, and knowing she'd hit you would really put him in the a pickle.
So, he'd pull in the best relationship he knows.
Millie and Moxxie.
Millie would immediately go into mumma bear mode.
She'd be firm, but fair with Loona, the woman acknowledging that she was in the wrong but not entirely one sided, as you had engaged, but ultimately she was at fault.
Striking your partner is never alright.
Mostly.
So, she'd take the initiative, reaching out to you on Loonas behalf.
Now, she wouldn't do all the work, not at all, but she'd open the doorway to reconciliation.
From there, it'd truly be in yours and Loonas hands, the both of having to decided if you could make it work.
But if instead you let her approach you, letting the girl hold onto you.
She'd sob, apologising profusely, apologising for everything, the girl latching onto you.
You sit there for a long time, loona having a good cry. But eventually she'd calm down, the girl apologising profusely for hitting you, for starting the argument. For being such a bitch.
You'd speak for a long, long time, talking over the argument, going over both your parts, acknowledging and apologising for your part in the fight, though loona was far more apologetic, the girl deeply ashamed for her part in it.
You'd set some new rules and boundaries, the two of you knowing you couldn't let something like that happen again, as such you'd both set a list of rules.
The most prominent of which being that when your frustrated or angry with each other, you'd text the other. From there you'd talk a little, likely call the other, then you'd meet, speaking it through.
It was a system you both adhered to religiously, the two of you communicating through text or phone often, discussing any and all issues you had.
Your relationship would be uneasy for a while afterwards, you still on edge, flinching when she was angry. Over all, this whole ordeal got the young hellhound to calm down, learning some much needed restraint, your mutual affection developing in a slow, constructive and healthy manner.
Vaggie
Now, Vaggies temper was actually one of the things you loved about her.
She was firy and passionate and took no shit from nobody, something you loved.
The problem with your relationship was that you loved to tease her, and that got her riled up the quickest.
Now, it was was always in good fun, usually just to get a rise, followed by some soft kisses and apologies.
It was always in good fun.
But, on that fateful day, you made the decision to tease her.
Vaggie, while not the biggest fan, normally didn't mind your teasing, but on that day, having dealt with both Charlie and Alastor, she was in no mood for your teasing.
So, when you prodded and teased, the girl warning you to stop.
You not taking her seriously would prod her again, Vaggie on her last nerve, would slap you, leaving you shocked.
Vaggie, realising what she'd done, would cover her mouth, horrified.
Now it would definitely be stiff for a moment, both of you realising what had happened.
After a moment Vaggie would apologise.
Now you could take this two ways.
You could walk off, Vaggie feeling awful for hitting you.
It would be up to you whether you forgave her.
If you instead stayed there, the both of you would stand there for a moment, the both of you tense before suddenly, a smile broke across your face, the both of you breaking into laughter, the two of you having a laugh.
Vaggie would step closer, gently touching your face, seeing how your cheek swelled in a hand shaped pattern.
She'd apologise, you taking her hand in yours, gently kissing the appendage, apologising as well.
You'd share an intimate little moment, acknowledging your mutual faults, before laughing it off, agreeing to move past that.
You'd hold her close, the two of you sharing a warm smile before a kiss, holding the short Queen close.
Stella
Now Stella... Didn't get violent.
At least not to you. You were her S/O after all.
But the woman was prone to outbursts, usually angry and especially during an argument, the woman able to go from zero to a hundred like it was nothing.
Granted, those fights usually ended in even more passionate fuckings, the two of you having am... unhealthy, yet passionate romance. Both of you aware of the fact yet neither wishing to really change it.
It'd be one night, the two of you at it again, scream and yelling, Stella throwing a pot at you, you mocking her for having shit aim.
Only for her throw herself at you, hitting you right across the face.
You'd both pause, you grabbing her arms, pinning her to the wall, the woman unable to escape your grip.
You'd hold her there, showing her who held the physical edge in your relationship.
Now, this was the first time Stella had actually struck you, as while your relationship wasn't exactly the healthiest, not many are in hell, but it was never downright abusive.
Now, you did have the option to walk away, this potentially becoming a vital role in the development of your relationship and be the catalyst to Stella genuinely changing her ways.
But let's be real, this is Stella were talking about, and you were with Stella, you knew thing about her, so that's not really gonna happen.
What would likely happen was sex.
Hot, passionate, and nasty sex, the two of you going again and again like a pair of Hellhounds in heat, you showing Stella who's the boss.
Youd make it clear that she wouldn't do that again, though with what happened last time she hit you, it was incredibly tempting.
But well, at the end of the day, Stella is Stella and with a sex life like yours, I doubt either of you would really wanna change it.
Husk
Alcohol.
Husk's Sinful mistress. A mistress you tolerated. For a while.
Now you liked a drink, Hell that was how you met. And with Husk, and Drink always became several.
And you had plenty of fun with Husk, both ina nd out of the sheets, but well, there was a limit.
You could barely communicate with the man in the later parts of the day, and with night the man became almost incoherent, not to mention how he reeked of an abandoned distillery at all hours of the day.
Granted, you'd spent plenty a night curled up with the man, Husk drunkenly adoring you, the Kitty cat curling up with you, acting very cat like as he reeked like a seedy bar.
Not that he'd ever admit such behaviour when sober.
But over time, you'd become more adamant that he start controlling his alcohol intake, and with this steady increase in your insistence, came a steady increase in fights.
You'd begin with a minor argument on his alcohol intake, it quickly growing into serious fights.
It'd be one night, you and Husk having plans, only for you to find him absolutely fucking sloshed.
You, sick of your S/O constantly being lost in the sauce, would start screaming.
You yelled at the cat demon, the man quickly yelling back.
You'd really get into it, yelling and screaming, going back and forth, the two of you screaming till your throats were sore.
But it'd be as you tried to snatch the bottle out of his hands, wanting him to pay you, ya know, his S/O, some attention.
And it'd be as he yanked the bottle back, that the man swung his arm back at you, smashing you in the face hit his big paw, knocking you to the floor.
Your face would sting, burning as tears stung your eyes, staring up at the cat.
Husk sobered up real quick as the man realised what he'd done.
There would be a long pause before you got up, sniffling to yourself before turning and walking away.
You'd end up sleeping in one of the other hotel's random rooms, you too emotional and frustrated to care which.
The next day you'd walk down stairs with a swollen cheek.
Husk would be waiting at his bar, the man thinking.
He'd been up most the morning, guzzling 2 pots of coffee to keep himself coherent, the cat waiting for you.
Seeing you enter the lobby, the man would jump up, asking, pleading with you to wait, to hear him out.
You'd pause, staring at the floor for several seconds.
If you just walked past him, ignoring his gaze, the man would be crushed. The cat finding himself torn between the bottle and his want to be with you, a desperate want for the familiar blur of intoxication.
He'd try, really hard to get better, to BE better, but with every refusal to engage he'd become more tightly wound, and unless you opened up, trying to work things out with him, he'd end up right where he began, but this time, it'd be all his fault.
If instead you turned, giving him a chance to speak, Husk wouldn't miss the chance.
He'd apologise, telling you he was painfully sorry. He wanted to change. He WOULD change, he just asked that you'd give him a chance.
You'd stand there for a while, but after a moment you turn to him.
You'd tell him he had one chance, if you saw him change, really change, you'd be willing to work it out.
Husk would agree, swearing he'd do his best to be the S/O you deserve.
Youd simply give him a soft smile, telling you hoped he would. You were rooting for him.
That being all the motivation he needed.
Husk really would do his best to go clean, unfortunately going absolutely cold Turkey wouldn't work, the man almost having a psychotic break at the lack of alcohol, and after finding him in such a state, you made a deal.
You'd ration out alcohol, a moderate amount each day, the man allowed to drink whenever he pleased in hopes it would diminish, if not help to ween him off of his alcohol dependency.
So, that's how it would go for the next several weeks. Husk drinking his daily allowance, working through willpower exercises and general hygiene care.
He'd also spend more time with you, and it'd be over the dates and the nights in that the man realised he barely knew you. The cat realising he'd really been an absent S/O.
The whole thing only solidifying his resolve to be better.
Over the next few months Husk's resolve would grow stronger, his willpower higher and most importantly, your relationship would become incredibly strong, the both of you coming to love each other deeply once more.
You'd never directly say it, but you forgave him for the smack, the man thanking you in his own way.
The two of you living a happy, mostly sober, existence with each other, happily in love and able to appreciate it.
Beezelbub
Fights with Bee would not be common, not at all, as despite her somewhat airheads nature, she was surprisingly mature, as well as able to read emotions well, so if you were ever in a mood she'd be on that like sexy was on her.
But well, we all have our off days.
And it'd be on a particularly off day that it'd go down.
Now, you understood that she was the Queen of Gluttony and a major foodie, the woman always eager to eat or drink something.
The problem was the drugs.
Now, dating her, you'd tasted just about every Sinful substance in Hell, but where as bee was happy to do mountains, you always tried to keep it at a healthy level, or well, healthy enough to not lose it, or developed any serious addictions, something Bee respected.
That night, in particular, Bee was on a real bender, the sort for the history books. If they have History books down here.
It'd be as she liquefied some powdered drug, mixing it into her drink, that you'd try to step in.
You'd ask her to slow down a little, not wanting her to freak out and demolish half the house.
Again.
Bee wouldn't like that, eagerly pulling you into join her, practically forcing the bottle down your throat.
That'd be when you snap at her, telling her that was enough.
You were all for fun and games, but this was too much. Every night?! You couldn't stand seeing her drugged out of her mind, not to mention the alcohol, woman barely able to speak coherently, let alone function as an S/O after her daily bender, even if she didn't suffer a hangover like everybody else.
Bee, while usually the kindest most understanding S/O you could ask for, but after a full night of drugs and drinking, she didn't take so well to you harshing the fucking vibe.
The two of you quickly getting into a screaming match, going back and forth, Bees palace empty by the end of it.
Bee would grow a few sizes, screaming at you, it being as you snap at her, telling her she clearly doesn't care for you as much as she does for her drugs.
The now massive Sin of Gluttony snarling, spinning around as she intended to yell about how much of a pain in the ass you were being.
However she she spun, he now Massive hand, slammed into you, launching you across the room.
Luckily for you both, you didn't hit anything, simply sliding across the palace' polished floors, but it would still hurt like a bitch, knocking the wind out of you.
Bee would shrink immediately, rushing to your side.
You were winded, struggling and whining as you tried to breath, in pain and deep discomfort, unable to do anything as she fussed over you.
Eventually you'd get your breath back, panting and wheezing, body sore from the smack.
Bee would be distraught, apologising profusely, the woman in hysterics, crying her eyes out as she tried to convince you she was telling the truth.
You could let her hold you close, allowing her to apologise, to help you recover.
If instead you pulled away, wheezing and struggling to your feet. Bee of course trying to help, you simply snapping, telling her she's done enough.
Your relationship would he frayed, Bee trying her absolute best to make it up to you, to be better and save your relationship.
If instead you let her hold you, letting the Sin care for you in your battered state, Bee would do everything she could, caring for you until you fully recovered, the woman apologising the whole way.
The two of you would take some much needed time together, talking and working through your issues.
It wouldn't be easy, you making sure she knew you didn't wanna control her, but you wanted to be with your S/O, and when she was higher than a kite every night, that became difficult.
While Bee would explain such indulgence was part of her being. It would be like holding back a laugh to not indulge in it.
It would take soem time but the two of you would come to understand each other on a much better level.
Asmodeus
Arguments and fights weren't really a thing for you and Ozzie.
Like, you'd get into tufts. Squabbles and arguments. But never quite a fight.
But this was different, the two of you getting into an argument.
You couldn't even remember what started it, but it was like you'd both been holding something in for months and it was finally let out.
You argued and yelled, going back and forth, arguing over nothing and yet, everything, neither of you willing to stand down.
It'd be as you screamed yet another profanity at the man, moving towards him to let him know just what you thought about him.
And it'd be as you reached the man, about to scream another explitive, that he'd suddenly spin about face, planning on tearing you a new one, only for a loud 'smack!' to ring out, the Sin freezing in place.
Raising his hand, he'd find it stinging ever so slightly, the man looking up to find you turned away, clutching yourself.
Ozzie, realising what had happened would try to reach out to you, trying to process what had happened.
He'd turn you around, finding you clutching your face, your right cheek already swelling.
Ozzie, lowering himself down would apologise, telling you he was so very sorry, assuring you he meant no harm, he'd never intentionally harm you.
You could pull away, leaving him as he pleaded with you to believe he was sorry, that he'd never mean to hurt you. Never!
This, as always, could be the event that makes or breaks your relationship. You could move away from him, still loving him but unable to truly forgive him hurting you, despite it being an accident, your relationship never healing.
Or, as he stood over you, you could let him care for youthe man pulling you to his massive chest, holding you tenderly as he whispered softly apologies, carrying you to your bed.
He'd curl up with you, checking your swollen face, apologising profusely as he tenderly cared for you.
Ozzie would apologise profusely, the two of you holding each other close, holding the other close for a long, long time.
You'd talk for a long time, softly apologising to the other, you nuzzling the man's neck, the Sin holding you in his powerful arms.
You'd spend some much needed quality time together, the silent, tense moment slowly giving way to a warmer mor intimate moment, the two of you quickly giggling and teasing each other, laughing at how ridiculous the whole fight had been.
It'd be as you shared a kiss, you straddling his chest as his powerful hands gripped your body.
It'd be as you parted, a Web of spittle still connecting you that you'd grin, grabbing his collar as you purred out that you kinda liked it.
Ozzie, snapping out of his schoolboy blush, would grin, the man pouncing on you, the two of you making passionate, wild love all night long.
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saerotonins · 7 months
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random beezlebub 1
beezlebub is the type to eat you out so good on the dinner table while the others were out and about.
everyone knows that he likes to eat, and knows how to eat good.
but god fuck, was he also good at eating you out.
all you can do with your back arched against the dinner table is hold beel's ginger locks as he continues to lap on your pussy. his nose constantly brushing against your clit making it even harder to contain yourself. his large hands both wrapped around each of your thighs to spread them out and nothing would go on his way. his hold was getting tighter and tighter that you're sure it's going to leave a bruise, but you don't care.
all you can think about is his wet muscle into your pussy. it's normal for beel to eat like a man starved but it's even more attractive when he's in between your legs.
"b-beel, i'm so close, ah! please please—"
"just a little more please, you know how hungry i am for you, i know you can take it," beel just shushed you out and decided to take your clit into his mouth, an action that elicit a loud moan from you.
"so good, beel, b-but it's too much!" your pleas fall into deaf ears as he continue to draw rough circles on your button using his tongue.
and as if things weren't too much, he lets go of one of your thighs and decided to put in two of his large fingers and pumped them inside your hole.
you're quite overwhelmed and overstimulated, but you're more than happy to quench beel's thirst for you.
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lbcreations-blog · 5 months
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Could you do a platonic queen b with a best friend reader who gets drugged by some putting something in their drink when they're not looking
Warnings:
This contains mentions of sex and drugs
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Beezlebub loved being friends with you. You were always partying with her, and singing with her, all that jazz.
And since you hang out with her so much you usually get a good sense of the room and whos drinking for what and whos kinda sus. Like how beez knew why blitz was drinking like he was.
Anyway when she saw you speaking to an imp she thought you were having a friendly talk with him. Which was the case, until when beezlebub was talking to someone else with her faced away, did only the imp slip the drug in, the imp knowing you were acquaintance with her but not thinking you were besties.
After a good few minutes the drug finally kicked in. And you started feeling hot and... Wait... Are you... aroused? Huh? Odd... You probably were getting aroused from the imp, and there... charms? The imp smirks at the obvious heat coming from you, the drug was working well. The imp was going to take your arm to take you to there place.
But before they could do that, beez decided to come up to you to see if your doing good. Ofcourse by then you were sluring, blushing like crazy, and showed high obvious arousal. Beez realised immediately going by you're state that you were drugged.
She got angry at that fact and transformed into her demonic form and kicked that imp outta there real quick causing the imp a lot of damage.
After that she probably stopped the party and took you in your dazed state, into a room in her palace to go get some needed sleep.
Once you awoke she told you everything and helped you with your terrible hangover.
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Thank you for reading. And i apologize for replying late. For a good while i couldn't find my drafts
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insomniacsmind · 6 months
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Helping Hands
belphegor x fem!reader , beezlebub x fem!reader
content. — depression episode, insomnia, nightmares, self - critical thoughts, slight self sabotaging behavior, nudity, showering together, cursing, me not knowing how to properly end this.
Sometimes depression is merely a candle. Small and flickering till a gust of wind comes through carrying the flame, flourishing it.
In a moment the candle turns into a inferno.
This particular inferno had been going on for weeks now, the longest time yet. There wasn’t much that could be done when this happened, the brothers knew to just let it all ride it’s course.
Lucifer had managed to let you stay out of school with the deal that you’d still do work. He’d sit by your bed helping whenever something didn’t make sense, often times writing everything down while you just answered verbally. Beezlebub always brought you meals. He knew you already felt weak and not eating would make it worse, always small light meals since you couldn’t stomach much. He’d try to lay with you but often times his body heat was too much. Mammon, Leviathan, Satan and Asmodeus came by often. Sitting in either talking about their day or just saying random shit, they just wanted to keep you company, keep the voices quiet.
Then Belphegor he- he’s just always there.
If it’s chasing off nightmares, massaging out knots throughout your body, wiping away tears, or just sleeping along with. Sometimes he’d simply lay down with a hand on your back, silently reminding that he was there if you needed. What bothered him was how different this episode was, there was no constant sleeping or agitated replies. You hadn’t slept in days just silently laying there, almost appearing dead.
He thought maybe a nice shower and cuddling would help soothe you, that’s what lead to this.
“Up- no, come on y/n.” Belphegor had been trying to get you up for half an hour but every attempt had ended with you sinking further into the bed.
You didn’t want to get up.
You didn’t want to feel better.
You wanted to wallow in self hatred.
Belphegor wouldn’t allow that.
“Are you serious right now? I- Fine then.” Raising an eyebrow you watched him stomp out the room, what was he up to?
“Can you lift her?” Huh didn’t expect that.
Beel looked you over before turning back to his twin, “Why?” “She’s being stubborn and won’t get up.” “Ah.” They moved around blankets and pulled you towards the edge. Beezlebub leant forward cupping under your arms and lifted up, instinctively legs wrapped around his waist. “See? No reason to be difficult, just wanted big strong Beel to come get ya huh?” The ginger continued to tease as he walked towards the bathroom. Belphegor stayed quiet just getting towels together and turning on the shower. “Need help getting undressed?” You continued holding onto his forearms the fatigue was too much, “Please.”
Beel’s hands reached the end of your shirt, “Arms up.” He threw the shirt into a corner before leaning down helping with your pants and underwear. “There we go sweet girl. You ready B?” The youngest nodded having already gotten undressed, he then reached out hugging you towards his body before walking in the shower. Neither missed the loud sigh leaving you as the water hit your back. Beezlebub laughed and shook his head before sitting on the toilet to wait.
It was quiet while Belphegor massaged the shampoo into your hair
You leaned your head down pressing a kiss onto his chest while mumbling ‘thank you belphie’, he just continued rinsing out the hair before squeezing your arm in understanding. That’s how the next 15 mins went alternating between washing and rubbing your back while both boys continuously praised you.
‘We know it’s hard’, ‘Doin so good hun’, ‘Look at ya, so beautiful baby’, ‘Our sweet girl’
Stepping out you were greeted with Beel wrapping you in a warm towel. Belphegor had quickly got out and dressed, complete opposite of the slow movements they used to dry you off. The youngest walked out to get a drink while Beezlebub had you step into a pair of shorts and slip his shirt over your head. “I’m sorry.” The sound of you sniffing made his head shoot up, “Oh sugar don’t. We love you okay? That’s why we do this.” It was amazing how you didn’t have to say a word and he knew what you thought.
After another minute of being reassured that you hadn’t bothered anyone Belphegor returned, they walked with you to the bed before laying on opposite sides. Hands lightly rubbed your legs and arms to coaxing your mind into sleep.
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hyenalover2630 · 9 months
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Bee x Fem Hellhound Reader Relationship Headcannons! (Romantic)
Requested by : devileddegree
A/n: Guess who stole their phone from their parents room.👍😊.
-She is the sweetest! She absolutely loves you!
-Bee and you have SO many parties you’ve lost count. It’s almost a party every night. But you two do enjoy it.
-Speaking of partying, you two drink, a lot. It’s all fun and games until you wake up the next mourning with a massive hangover. The worst of it is that you sometimes forget what happens that night.
-Okay so, you are the one who gets jealous the most. There are so many other hellhounds that want to be with her and are constantly flirting with her so it’s pretty normal for you to be jealous. She also has a thing for flirting back with them. Bee always tells you that it all fun and she would never actually hook up with anyone else.
-When she gets jealous, which is really rare, then they might as well be dead. She most likely will call them out in front of the whole party and then get them thrown out and never invited again. The worst that can happen is if she transforms into her true bee form.
-She loves to pick you up during her little performances. Like, she’ll be singing and performing and then just fly on over and pick you up out of nowhere.
-She also loves to give you hugs. Or just cuddling you. She just loves being close to you though affection. She’ll cuddle into while standing , sitting, and laying down.
-She also loves to show her love by giving you gifts or treats. She’s the embodiment of gluttony so she’s gonna give you almost anything you want.
-Now, you two definitely have some kind of girls day. Probably just hanging around the rings or shopping for TONS of things. Sometimes, you two would throw a huge party.
-Also, sometimes when she performs she invites you two. If you don’t want to sing then it’s fine, she’ll just let you dance with her.
-You two are also good friends with Vortex. At first, you thought he had a crush on Bee, but turns out he didn’t and he was just a super chill guy. Loona was so relieved when he wasn’t dating anyone.
-Speaking of Loona, she wasn’t too fond of the both of you. Mainly Bee, but still wasn’t so nice. Bee did call her “cute” in front of you and that made you a little jealous, but just brushed it off since she was trying to be nice.
-Face kisses! She loves to kiss you on your face. Like, almost anywhere. Your nose, cheeks, forehead, under your eye, I mean it.
-She’d give you nicknames like “Hon” or “Honey” since she is kinda like a bee yknow?
-She can sense people’s enjoyment or whatever it’s called. So she can tell if your drinking for fun or if theirs an actual problem going on. If there is a problem, then she’ll help you out and comfort you.
-Overall, she’s super sweet and gives you almost anything so she can see your enjoyment!
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hades-supremacy · 2 years
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Loved your hair headcanons! Was wondering if it would be okay to request a second part for Shiva, Loki, Hades, and Beelzebub?
Thank you. I struggled slightly with Hades (v odd) and Beezlebub, but I hope regardless you liked them. I liked writing them. 🥰🥰. Also, rlly feeling like Beezle is ooc but ?? I still like it though.
TW: None
Under the cut UwU:
Shiva
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Usually the two of u are laying down together on a mountain of pillows and blankies while you talk and laugh with him. You laugh in a manner that makes him grin with happiness while you casually move one hand into his hair. There is always a nice smell coming from his shampoo.
Shiva: :D
He smiles like a cutie and his lower pair of arms wraps around your body pulling you in. One arm is around your waist, while his other hand is entangled in your hair returning the favor.
Many times this ends with you falling asleep in Shiva's arms. You end up taking a nap together or falling asleep for the night.
Loki
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Since he likes to tease you constantly, you love to tug on his braid. *Yank*. Pulling his hair just enough for him to whip his head around o.o "Wtf." You are always gone, but he has a good idea that it is you.
At different times, you like to fiddle with his braid. It is just so cute <3. Maybe you're just standing around, in a playful mood and you give him a kiss while you tug on his braid. You also like to ruffle his hair when you pass by making his hair messy. He looks so cute like that.
It's also a lot of fun to try different styles. He doesn't have a lot of hair like Thor, but it's still fun. And When your nails ever done gently rake his scalp, he goes :00000 to ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) real quick.
Hades
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(*´◒`*)Hades! Most of the gods have nice hair, but Hades rlly has nice hair. It should be criminal how silky smooth and soft it is so your hands are always in your sweetheart's hair. Any chance u get, your fingers are combing it or ruffling it or playing with it. He loves it when you fix it for him and put a strand that has fallen on his face behind those cute ears of his. Sometimes you just go behind him, "Mmmm Hades~" especially lately since Poseidon was killed. Your soft touch, no matter how brief and small it is, even just playing with his hair, means a lot of provides a lot of comfort for him. How many years was it since Adamas was killed? And you are still unsure of how he felt about it, but losing another one? Can't be easy so these little moments are something special to him.
Beezlebub
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Greasy hair boy. Lmao. He is always in his lab so that also excludes taking a shower so it's at least slightly greasy, I'm so sorry. That never stops u from touching it though. *wipes hand on pants*.
You like bringing him tea and snacks late at night when you see him still in his lab. It keeps him going doing whatever it is he is doing. Probably ruining more god's lives and making monsters, but u love him anyways. So, you set the tray down and rest your head on his shoulder and listen to him ramble about his latest experiment while you run your fingers through his hair momentarily. His groggy voice lets you know he is tired, but sadly he rarely joins you in bed, especially when he is very immersed in his work.
He enjoys it and when he is particularly annoyed with some failed experiment, running your hands through his hair, ruffling it for a bit. On the nights where you're awake and he actually does not stay up, it helps lull him into a deep sleep when he lays with u. I'm pretty sure he has pointed ears? like Hades and he also likes when u gently touch those being playful and cute!! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡.
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Where do I sign up to be Shiva's next wife?!
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angrykittenvoid · 10 months
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You owe me
Warnings: Lucifer being a perv, swearing, dirty talk, lots of sex
Summary: You want to make a pact with Lucifer but he wants something in return: your body.
He thinks you haven’t noticed his strange behaviours towards you, but you have. Staring at you when he thinks you’re not looking. His protective glare over you whenever you talk to one of his brothers. Or even when he’d put his hands on your waist to pass by you and his touch would linger a bit too long. Eventually he started holding your waist every time he’d pass by you even when it wasn’t necessary, and you swear you feel his cock rub against your ass every time.
He’s been wanting to feel you up for the longest time. Spending so many nights with his cock in his fist, moaning your name in ecstasy. Though imagining you under him screaming his name satisfied him enough to reach his climax, it just wasn’t enough. He needed you. The real you. And he wanted to make his fantasies of you a reality.
Lucifer was the last demon brother you needed to make a pact with but he’s been so hard to convince. One day you decide you’re done waiting for the right moment. You barge into his room to just come out and say it. “I want you to make a pact with me”, you say determinedly. Lucifer gets up from his chair and struts towards you with curiosity. “Why are you so adamant on making pacts with my brothers and I?” Of course you can’t tell him the real reason you want to make the pact, he’d be livid if he found out you’re trying to help Belphie escape the attic. “I’m in an entirely new world, I want to be as strong as possible.” You aren’t entirely lying, but you’re not telling the full truth either. Lucifer eyes you suspiciously as he walks closer.
“What’s in it for me?” The smirk on his face grows as a devious plan develops in his head. “What do you mean?” “Well if I’m gonna give you something without knowing your full intentions I might as well get something out of it.” He takes another step closer, making the small gap between you two even smaller.
“Fine, what do you want?” you say anxiously. “…I want to taste you”, he said with nothing but lust in his voice as he pinned you against the wall behind you. You’re now stuck between the wall and a very horny Lucifer towering over you. “I’ll make a pact with you if… I get to fuck you whenever I want for a month.” Your eyes widen in shock. Being a sex slave to a demon for a month?! You’re not sure you could even handle whatever sadistic, sexual tasks Lucifer had in store for you. As you eye him up you look a bit further down his body, noticing his already hard cock making a tent in his pants. Lucifer notices your staring and decides to rub his cock against your pussy. You let out a loud whine. “So what do you say? Wanna be my little play thing for a month?” What other choice do you have? You need to make this pact otherwise the work you put into making the other pacts would’ve all been for nothing. If this is the only way he’ll agree to a pact then so be it. You look up at him nervously and say “deal.” Lucifer has the most devilish grin on his face as he looks at his watch. “Well would you look at that. It’s midnight”, he says closing the gap between you two by kissing you roughly. He shoves his tongue passed your lips, dominating your mouth as he gropes your breast with one hand and your ass with the other.
“Our one month starts now.”
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Lucifer takes full advantage of this opportunity by bending you over every chance he gets. You just woke up? Early morning, sloppy sex. You’re at school? He’s pulling you into the nearest storage closet. You’re chilling in your room? He’s pulling you into his room where you spend the night being his personal cum dump.
He puts you in every position he can think of. Missionary, downward dog, in front of a mirror, against the wall, and even in his office a couple times. In his right mind he’d be terrified if someone, especially Diavolo, walked in on you two in such an inappropriate position in his office, but he’s so pussy drunk he can’t think straight. All he wants is to feel you around his cock.
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“L-Lucifer.” That’s the only coherent word you’re able to utter as Lucifer bullies your sensitive cunt. Besides your tired moans, the lewd sound of flesh smacking against flesh is all that can be heard within Lucifer’s bedroom. Earlier, he called your phone, all he said was “My room. Now” and hung up. And because of the deal you made, you couldn’t say no. Not like you’d want to anyway. You love the feeling of the hunky demon assorting his dominance over you and fucking your brains out every night. And now here you are, Lucifer slamming his hips into yours like his life depends on it. Hitting your sweet spot with every thrust as your eyes roll back in pleasure.
If only you could focus your eyes enough to see Lucifer right now, he’s a mess. Face sweaty, hair disheveled, and a string of drool rolling down his chin. “Fuck. You feel so damn good.” He grunts, leaning down to lay a rough kiss on your lips. His thrusts become sloppier as he gets closer to his climax. “Oh Lucifer- p-please make me cum.” Your desperate cries was all it took to push him off the edge, shooting hot streaks of cum straight into your womb. You follow suit as you come around his still hardened cock for what you think is the fifth time tonight.
“Oh baby, we’re only halfway done, remember? You’re still mine for the next 2 weeks. Actually I’m not sure I’ll be willing to let go by then. How about another few weeks? ’Nother few months? I just need to feel your sweet pussy for a bit longer. Damn, your fucked out face is getting me riled up again. You’re tired? Nah, you can handle one more round. Remember, you owe me”, he affirms as his thrusts start to speed up again.
This is gonna be a long night.
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anonymouslosersworld · 7 months
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Evolution
Prompt; Due to Mc continually being in danger and around the most powerful beings almost 24/7 for years, Mc's human evolution begins to kick into overdrive rushing to catch up to others and begins to evolve in unexpected ways.
Summary: Mc goes into a possessive induced heat.
Genre: smut (m)
Characters; Levi, Beelzebub, Belphie.
{A/N} I decided to mash two of my requests together so this will also include knotting. This is part one of 3. Levi, Beel, and Belphie.
Contains: Dom Mc, creampies, overstimulation, voyeurism, sub!character, pegging, Knotting, and possessive themes. Belphie has a mommy kink.
[Masterlist] [Masterlist.2] [Obey me Masterlist]
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Leviathan
The only thing you could hear in Levi's room was the constant sounds of his mouse clicking, keyboard smashing, and the occasional dinging of someone leaving a comment or donation. He was highly concentrated on his game, his eyeballs not ever leaving his screen. His eyes stung from not blinking. He refused to miss anything from his anime-based game. He barely heard you come into his room before he literally jumped from his chair when you snuck onto his lap and decided to straddle him within his chair.
"y/n, D-don't do that! You are such a normie!!"
He had forgotten entirely about your diagnosis.
"You smell so good, Levi." Your nose was nuzzled into his neck. You had basically melted onto his body he could basically call you his skin by how close you were to him. It didn't seem like it pleased you as you kept trying to get closer to him despite there being no space between you. Levi spared you a glance, it was a strange thing for you to say to him.
Your tongue licked below his ear making Levi squirm.
"w-what are--uugh~" Your teeth nibbled on his neck as your hand played with his hair.
"you're so tasty. "
Had you been possessed by Beel??? Levi thought.
"Can't wait till I have you. all to myself"
"woah what is even-" Levi was interrupted by yet again another bite of yours. He leaned his head away from you so you would have easier access to his neck. The sexually charged touching made him nervous, you had always been forward to most stuff but not this forward. The look in your eye told some story he couldn't comprehend. Well more like he refused to, he refused to believe you wanted to do THAT with a gross otaku like him. The firm grip at the base of one of his cocks woke him up. His hips jerked once you had put pressure on the base of his cock. His own pants were unzipped and you had managed to take out one of his cocks. Your fingers were shoved into Levi's mouth. The look on your face told him to lick them.
"y-y/n~" Levi moaned with your fingers in his mouth. His forked tongue swipes on your fingers before you pulled them out.
"'y/n." he whimpered
you're in heat
It had seemed that what made you snap because as soon as he moaned your name your forwardness doubled and Levi found himself being taken on the floor.
"a-ah fuck! " your fingers had gripped onto his ass kneading it.
Levi hastily tried getting back up from the floor to at least save some face and end his live stream but you managed to get a hold of his tail.
"mmph~!" Levi lightly moaned his face holding a heavy blush. His eyes trailed to his screen trying to focus on how to end the live stream quickly.
"y-y/n wa-ah~! wait let's just end thissss!~"
Your lips had trailed from his ear to his sensitive pale neck that now had little splotches of purple. Your teeth bite down on the side of his neck and that was all it took for Levi to go and go onto the floor away from his camera. You embraced him from behind jerking his cock, a perverted look on your face as you knew Levi was weak to your treatment
His grip on the edge of his desk was tight as he moaned. He panted barely keeping up with your bouncing on his cocks. His hair stuck to his forehead from his sweat.
"please y/n, stop! I'm going to knot you!"
"knot me bitch." Your hand smacks his ass leaving a red handprint.
"s-stop I'm close~!"
" I'll do everyone a favor and get the worthless gross otaku."
In his hysteria, Levi notices that something wrapping itself around his tail. His eyes trail to his tail and he finally realized you had grown a tail. his tail wiggles around your tail, seemingly enjoying how it seemed to trap it. The tip of your tail wrapped around Levi's second cock while the very tip managed to enter levi's ass. Completely entering it and making it stretch out till he cries.
"A-aahhh! a-arck~!"
Your hand gripped his hair and your tail tightened around his tail Levi moans pleased with what you were doing to him. The pace at your tail was fucking his ass sped up making Levi's eyes roll in the back of his head.
"Open your mouth bitch."
Levi obediently nodded and opened his mouth. Your spit splattered on his tongue.
"Swallow it," Levi whined pathetically but did so anyway. You smile at Levi's dumb face. There was no thought behind those eyes of his. You look at him with those seductive eyes of yours.
" Do you want to make me happy, Levi?"
Levi nodded quickly, the overstimulation getting to him.
"Be a dear and knot me." You whisper near his ear, basically ear fucking him with your mouth.
"Oh f-fuck Im cumming?!!~"
Levi's mouth opens and his tongue sticks out, as he cums. His legs twitch, as Levi mutters "i-i-I knotted you"
You feel his growing knot on your belly and smirk as it causes your stomach to bulge. Your fingers lightly press onto it. Levi's trembling hands grip your hands
"n-no more, Can't take it~ Sen-Sensitive~!"
extra:
"Lucifer! Levi got knotted on stream!!"
"LEVITHAN!!"
"Luci~ Our dear brother got fucked on live."
"OOI!! Lucifer Y/n claimed Levi!!"
"LEVI!!!!!"
Beelzebub
Beel didn't think anything of it when you asked to come along to his Fangol practice. It was so typical for you to ask to see him play. He knew you loved seeing him play and just genuinely enjoyed the look of utter accomplishment on his face when he just decimated the other team.
So it was a total shock when you basically hunted him like he was your prey in the team's locker room. You had made sure he was alone and unexpecting.
Seeing the droplets of sweat fall into beels titties made you want grab them barehanded and squeeze them. You wanted to motorboat his glorious bigger-than-your-entire-face-tiddies. seeing him all sweaty made you want mount him till the only thing he could think about was your hole on him. His cock was semi-present within his fangol uniform and you wanted to shoved up within you.
Beel didn't even knew where you came from but all he did know was that you were trying to suck his soul out of his cock. You had pushed his to the floor and shoved his bottoms off his body before cursing him with your mouth on his cock.
His big meaty thighs crushed your head cutting some of your oxygen as the pleasure was too intense for him. But you didn't seem to care as you pushed his thighs more against your face.
Beel whimpered as you messed with his cock. He couldn't keep up with all your tongues savviness. He had even felt your teeth nimble on his tip.
He didn't expect himself being pushed so much to the brink of pleasure to the point were he couldn't hold his strength back.
He had crushed the benches on either side of you, both having very clear hand grips on the now broken sitting benches. Beel's face was a beautiful shade of red across his cheeks as his ears caught on to your slurping sounds and his moans. His hands tightened their hold on the benches as he felt his cum flush through him and straight into your mouth.
He saw your tongue swirl, playing with his cum before swallowing and licking any remains on your face.
He catches you muttering something about his cum tasting like pineapples. His nose catches a Particular scent but his mind fails to recognize it.
Beel tries to catch his breath as he enjoys the after glow of your blow job, only to realize that you had gotten on top of him lining yourself up.
The scent was stronger now but Beel had yet to identify, all he knew was that you clearly wanted to take care of a need and he was going to do whatever possible to help you.
"yessss.~" you moan in relief as you had finally gotten a hand full of Beel's tiddies. You hands squeezed beels tits letting the muscle engulf your hands. Beel whimpers as you squish his two tits together and rub your face between the two.
"so perfect..and just for me." you whisper to yourself as your tongue licks his squished tit.
Belphie
It had been hours since he had heard you were in heat and decided to lock himself in the attic while you slept in there after getting the biggest blue balls from his dreams. Your nose twitched as you caught his scent. He would play dumb to deny that he was offering himself up to you. He was a brat that way. Belphie quickly and quietly moved into the bed making sure the pillows covered him just enough to satisfy your newfound interest in hunting for prey {more like cock}. You looked so innocent to him as if you weren't torturing him for the past 3 in a half hours.
As you literally weren't fucking with his dreams as he slept to tempt him to come to you. As if you weren't edging him, showing him how bad you needed him, and how many deliciously disgusting things you wanted to do to him.
Belphie couldn't resist touching you, your scent was driving him insane You smelled mouth-watering and his cock needed relief.
You had decided to sleep in his normal spot but had moved all the pillows to the side of you to prevent from overheating as your heat made you twice as warm. His fingertips whispered over your bare skin feeling your warmth, and his hands traveled to your fingers. His lips were caught onto his teeth, you were just so irresistible.
He had barely touched your fingers before your hands had grabbed onto his wrist tightly and pulled him from his shitty hiding attempt. Belphie barely had any time to process you pinning him to the bed.
Both of his hands were pinned above his head and your fingers gripped his wrist tightly.
Belphie looked at you in shock as he struggled to get his hand out of your hold. Your legs trapped his body below you as you looked at him as a prized slice of meat.
"Finally."
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"f-fuck! Mommy!" Belphie's sloppy hole was taking the beating of a lifetime from you.
"YES~! " Both of your fluids running down his legs as he struggles to keep his spent legs open for you. His leaky cock swung from how hard you kept clapping his cheeks. His tail was limply entangled around your leg. His face is stuffed into the ruffled sheets, tears swelling his eyes as he feels plenty of emotion surge through his body. His face is clearly flushed and it's slowly passing across his body. His arms took weak to hold him up, all he could do was look at you while your lust for him consumed the both of you.
The bed's headframe was getting the same treatment as his prostrate.
Slammed.
The creaking of the bed accompanied by the rapid wall slams made everyone in the House of Lamentation know what was happening to Belpie.
Belphie yelped as you pulled his tail for cumming without permission
"s-sorry mommy~"
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His fingers felt the grooves he left with his nails earlier as his claws dug into the floor from past experiences with you.
There on the rug while holding on to it for security as you rode him. His body was sweaty and his hair clung to his forehead. His hickeys littered under his ears. his horns ached from you pulling onto them, directing him how and where to eat you out while degrading him.
" Use your tongue whore, put it to good use."
" I would if you gave me a reason."
Your wicked smile was the last thing he saw before you wreaked havoc on his body effectively making submitting to you completely.
His body felt like it was on fire and it was mush, but he kept going for you. He loved how you used him and called him names. His legs quivered and his stomach felt a familiar ache coming again.
Your hand wrapped around his neck, suffocating him slowly
"Moo for me, cowboy."
" m-moo~"
The grip on his neck tightened and pinched his nipple.
Belphie yelped
"That's a good little bitch, aren't you a nice little thing when you do what you're told?"
Belphie nodded at your words, clearly elated at the sound of you pleased.
"You look so pretty, like this. I'm gonna make you my little housewife."
"You'd like that wouldn't you, right baby?"
Belphi nods again quickly.
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zsupika · 3 months
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Hello :) I know I haven't written anything in a LONG time but I feel like writing again - specifically for obey me. Please sent in request! Thank you xx
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bxtchxss-cat · 3 months
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Can u pls do a beel x reader??? My two promt ideas r either he just got done working out n you walk in on him changing and it leads to 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘦🌶 OR He's rlly hungry but the only thing that will satisfy his hunger is afab readers pussy 🥺🥺
HI thank you for requesting!! I’m sorry if Beels like. Out of character 😭 and sorry it’s so late-
Combined the two because why not. I mean. Beels def hungry after his workout right?
Warnings: afab reader no pronouns , really bad righting , oral(reader receiving. Duh) , Beel is kinda blunt about stuff it just makes sense to me , a stuttering reader (I AM SO SORRY.)
You were bored so you decided to visit Beel. I mean he’s usually entertaining so it sounded like a good idea, right?
Did you know that he was in the middle of changing? No, you didn’t. Well, you were in for a fun surprise.
You opened his door without knocking. You don’t really ever knock going into his room in the first place. But maybe you should have this time… When you opened the door, you saw Beel shirtless, sweating, and in the middle of putting on sweatpants. Which meant you could also see his boxers. He looked at you, making eye contact. You turned bright red and started stuttering apologies
“I-I I am SO sorry-“ And you went to close the door. But Beel grabbed you before you could. 
Beel grabbing you had caused him to fail at pulling up his sweatpants. So they were at his ankles, exposing the entirety of his legs.
You definitely felt some horniness. It was clear Beel did too, you could see his boner.
He closed the door behind you, and pulled up his sweatpants.
“Can I eat you?”
“W-what?!”
“Sorry, I meant can I eat you out?”
You stood there. Shocked about how he asked that. Who just asks that question outright?
“S-sure??”
Beel grabbed you, pulling you to the bed and removing your pants and underwear. You covered your face with your hand, this was a bit embarrassing. Beel slowly moved his face to your cunt, licking a stripe through the wetness. He began going faster, his tongue occasionally going into your hole. You were moaning, a lot, Beel’s name coming out of your mouth as you cummed, him lapping up all of it.
“Thank you,” he said after pulling off a few minutes later, “Less hungry now”
You sat there, silent. You did not expect this when you went to hang out with Beel, but now you were hoping it would happen again in the future.
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WHAT ARE YOU THE GOD OF, AGAIN?
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feat: Satan (1754) ∻ Asmodeus (1297) ∻ Beelzebub (1402) ∻ Belphegor (1533) synopsis: turns out, fallen angels can have more than one sin. cw: afab!reader | dom!Satan shouldn’t be allowed to play with toys but here we are; vouyerism (on behalf of the brothers but namely Asmo); exhibitionism (on behalf of Satan); brat tamer!Satan x brat!reader; humiliation; cnc in that reader doesn’t actually give explicit consent in this situation but it’s been given for situations like this before; Satan is a closet FREAK and i will be taking questions | kinda public sex (they’re in a closet); fwb; really rough sex; possessive!Asmo knows how to leave a mark; slight mentions of blood; feral!Asmo is something ELSE but I’m here for it | panty-stealing; panty-sniffing; perv!Beel; breeder ball Beel ain’t an agenda, it’s the truth; he’s kinda pathetic and lovesick in this but i fail to see how that’s out-of-character | facesitting (on Belphie); oral (f!receiving); overstimulation (f!receiving); soft!Belphie because writing him mean is really hard for me; it’s really just great to be Belphie’s tbh a/n: i... am shocked speechless at how many people enjoyed part one. this was so self-indulgent, but y'all have been so nice, so have a cookie ya filthy animals. the prince of demons and his angel and his human are next.
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∻ Satan         ↠         w r a t h        ⤲         e n v y
While SATAN does his best to remain calm, to try and not just put up with his anger but control it, his sin is contagious, and more often than not, he inadvertently starts things. Sometimes without even realizing; most of the time with the sole intent to. It helps, he justifies, that he doesn’t have to be the only one angry all the time. It gives him a break, lets him be calm.
Let him regain control.
And control he has, as he plays with the settings of the vibrator nestled neatly in your cunt. A punishment from earlier, when you showed up to your private study session with Asmodeus in tow. Yes, Satan knows you didn’t invite him on purpose, and yes, he knows Asmodeus pulled the but I would fail without your help! card, as if he wasn’t around whispering inspiration into Oscar Wilde’s ear in the first place, but that didn’t help his barely-controlled rage when Asmo decided the best place for you to tutor him would be in his lap.
And you agreed.
Satan knew why, of course; it was your way of trying to get back at him for accidentally standing you up the other night. That wasn’t his fault though; he’d gotten so caught up in his latest work that he’d completely lost track of time, but he’d rushed over to Hell’s Kitchen as soon as he realized. Three hours late.
To where you were sitting with Asmodeus. Drinking, with Asmodeus–laughing, with Asmodeus.
Asmodeus, who promptly left with a brief kiss on your cheek and playful scolding of Satan for losing sight of something so precious, had the sense to not be seen again, and Satan managed to remain calm until your salads arrived, at which point you made note of how Asmodeus helped you picked the menu.
He did pay for the damages done to the bathroom (discreetly, of course; he didn’t need to be scolded by Lucifer for losing control again), and he thought the two of you had come to an understanding. One in which he’d stop making foolish mistakes like losing track of time, and you’d stop keeping foolish company.
Satan had underestimated how addicted you were to making him lose control, though. Almost as much as he was addicted to controlling you.
His face is as stoic as always, even as he watches your reflection in his goblet while nonchalantly flicking his fingers erratically over his phone’s screen. To his more oblivious brothers, who aimlessly talk about Beel’s upcoming game or Mammon’s latest photo shoot, Satan merely looks bored and yearns to return to the library from which he was so ungraciously dragged for dinner; to Lucifer, whose gaze flicks between you and Satan’s apparently apathetic facade, something sinister lies in his creation’s blank stare; and to Asmodeus, who cradles his chin between his palms as he leans across the table towards his older brother, suddenly realizes Satan’s far less interesting than you–you, whose face is flushed, whose jaw is clenched, whose eyes are shut so tight, Asmo knows you must be seeing stars.
And that’s before the smell of your arousal hits him.
With a deepening grin, Asmodeus takes a deep inhale–deep enough to catch Satan’s attention.
The toy stops moving.
With a whimper of protest, your lower lip starts to quiver. Your eyes slowly open, blinking back into reality; and reality being, Satan was about to make you cum for the second time that dinner, with all six of his brothers gathered around the table. You were close–you were so close, and you knew that, and Satan knew that, and–his teal eyes are narrowed in Asmodeus’s direction. His face barely changes; a tightening of his lips, thinning of his eyes, the pause of his hand. But when you whisper his name, hand stretching beneath the tablecloth to grip his knee tightly, he falls apart.
His stoic facade slips, and for a moment, Asmodeus’s smile slips, too–for there, in Satan’s eye, is something Asmodeus had thought to be too intimate for his brother to ever feel; something too tender for an Avatar of Wrath to possess. But it’s there, lurking in the shallow waters of his brother’s eyes as Satan’s stretch for the jug of wine sitting just beyond your reach brings his lips to your ear.
“Apologies, darling,” he murmurs in a tone so light, it wouldn’t be fair to call it air. “Let me make it up to you.”
You cross your arms over your chest and lean into the table, prepared to quip something back about how he better before a gasp slips out instead as Satan, quicker than you thought possible, pulls out the vibrator.
“Satan–” you hiss, but he silences you with a tense glare. One he makes up for by placing a heavy hand back on your thigh, fingers lazily trailing along the soft flesh of your inner thigh.
“Do you trust me?” he asks, and despite the uncertainty biting at your spine, you nod. He’s never given you reason not to… ever. “Good. I think this could be fun.”
He doesn’t elaborate, and you know better than to ask; the last time you tried questioning what the reserved demon wanted to try, you ended up tied to his bed, vibrator strapped to your aching cunt, for eight hours. Not that you minded that particular outcome, except for the fact you were running out of plausible excuses to justify your frequent absences… or hickies.
Satan’s lips twitch up as he fills your goblet, then goes to top his off. You see the glint of something heavy in his palm, then the splash of something making contact with the liquid in his goblet, then the realization of what he’s doing turns your blood cold as he offers his cup to Asmo.
“Want some?” he asks with perfect ease. “It’s particularly… sweet this evening.”
Satan’s smile could be considered cruel, and in his heart, he knows it is, especially with your shocked-still look of terror beside him, but… this was as close to a blessing as he could ever grant. He might never be willing to share you fully, but he couldn’t pass up the chance to let the others know what they’re missing; particularly Asmo. Particularly the only other demon who seems to be better at eliciting wrath than he.
Asmodeus takes the goblet with a coy grin, already knowing what devilish game his brother is up to. He lifts it to his nose, swirling what little liquid is left as he takes a deep whiff. His sultry gaze turns to you briefly before back to Satan, taking a deep sip. “Made it yourself?”
Satan leans back in his chair, fingers circling around your thigh and dipping beneath your skirt. You bite your lip and fist the hem of the thin material, already knowing that when Satan smirks, it’s not because you’re already flustered from his featherlight touch, but rather because you’ve soaked the cushion beneath you already.
“We did together, actually,” Satan corrects. Without warning, he dips a single digit into your fluttering hole, desperate to be filled after being so cruelly teased all dinner, making sure to gather as much slick as he can. “She’s quite the excellent chef. Everything she makes is… sublime.”
As if to prove his point, Satan withdraws his finger and slowly brings it to his lips. Your cheeks burn with humiliation, not just at the lewdness with which Satan wraps his pale lips around his finger, but at the deep laugh Asmodeus echoes as he dips a finger beyond the goblet’s gilded edge, as carefully as if he were stroking a lover. “Oh, truly,” he agrees, popping his finger into his mouth and sucking gratuitously, “I’ll have to have both of you cook for me some time. I wonder what wonderful things you might be able to make for me, hm?”
Satan starts to frown, and your heart starts to race. With thin lips, he replaces his hand beneath your skirt, but gone is the reverence he was stroking you with before; now, he dives in like a drowning man. Plunging two fingers into your depths, not caring at the way your whole body tenses as you fail to keep your breathing steady, all while maintaining eye contact with his younger brother.
“That’s up to her, I suppose,” Satan muses, angling his palm so it grinds against your puffy clit with every deep thrust, “she doesn’t like cooking for just anyone. She needs the right ingredients, you see. High class stuff. Not sure someone like you would understand, little brother, considering the usual… chefs you employ.”
In other circumstances, you would be fuming at the casual way the brothers discuss you as if you aren’t even there. You’d also probably be in a right enough mind to scold Satan for slipping Asmo your vibrator without actually asking, or at the very least tell Asmo off for being such a brazen flirt–but your mind isn’t thinking that far ahead. It’s all you can do to keep up with the pleasurable way Satan is moving inside you, filling you more fully than any toy ever could, pressing against your core as if this were something he was made to do. Your brain is hazy with pleasure, body even more so, to the point where you don’t even notice Asmodeus passing the goblet to Mammon, teasing the back of the white-haired demon’s head as he’s promised this’ll be his new favorite drink.
Your nails dig into Satan’s arm as he brings you past the edge. He lets you bury your head in his shoulder, softly settling an arm around your shoulders as he murmurs, “good girl.” He tells Asmo that you’re just overcome with emotion about the way your book ended, and he tells Lucifer it’s none of his business when the elder demands to know the name of such an offending book, and he tells Mammon he may absolutely not have the recipe, because that’s a secret between just the two of you.
He does this all while still steadily pumping his fingers in and out of you, bringing you to yet another silent orgasm that leaves tear-stains on your cheeks. By the time Satan’s decided he’s had his fill, his fingers are pruning, his lips are coated from his near-constant finger sucking, and his goblet returns empty.
“Come on, darling,” he says after you’ve had a chance to catch your breath, “we’re out of wine. Shall we go make some more?”
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∻ Asmodeus         ↠         l u s t          ⤲         w r a t h
The sound of skin-slapping-skin is the only thing to be heard in the cramped janitor’s closet ASMODEUS pulled you into just five minutes ago. Your hands curl against the wire shelves as you pitifully try to keep your whimpers in. Not that Asmo helps with that, though; not with the aggressive way he’s slamming into you, thumb constantly rubbing your clit in a way he knows drives you insane, sending you jolting forwards into the various cleaning solvents and potion ingredients you did not find romantic whatsoever. His grip on your hips is bruising, but every time you try to straighten, he’s instantly able to shove your shoulders forward and grab your hip once more before you’ve even processed what he’s doing.
“Perfect fucking pussy, sucking me in so goddamn tight,” Asmo growls, letting his free hand trail down your spine to grab your hair. With a sudden jerk, he yanks you backwards, his breath hot against your ear as you fail to suppress a pitiful moan. “Stop pretending like this is too much, angel. This–is–your–fault.”
You don’t know what he’s talking about, he can tell; and it makes him even angrier. It’s not exactly a secret that Asmo has a… soft (or rather, hard) spot for the human exchange students, but there were a few demons that didn’t care. A few pathetic, weak, disgusting demons who thought they could try and steal you away–
He has no right. He’s not stupid, he knows he has no official claim to you. He’d known that since the day you met, and he remembered it when you snuck into his room and shly asked if he had any advice for how to be safe when it came to demons, and he forced himself to tell you, over and over, that he was the Avatar of Lust, and a mere human could never be enough to fully saite his appetite.
So why is he the one who can’t seem to move on?
He was the one who wasn’t searching for something serious, just like he was the one who promised, if you’d let him take care of you, nothing would change. That you’d be friends first and foremost, benefits on the side, no strings attached. No expectations, other than cumming so much you lose count; and no feelings. Except unadulterated pleasure, of course.
It’s a pattern Asmo’s been able to do since the dawn of time, and as the Avatar of Lust, it’s worked out just fine. And then… you, with your soft smiles and softer touch and the way you look at him and see him. Not his beauty, or his charm, or his cock, but–him. Asmodeus, your Asmodeus, only yours–
“Bet this drives you fucking wild, doesn’t it?” Asmo whispers. His tone matches his pace; rough, deep, and full of the things he can’t actually say. “Knowing you’ve got–the Avatar of Lust–pussywhipped–”
Your walls flutter around him, but it’s the low moan of, “Asmo, please–” that causes him to pause. He’s fully sheathed inside you, pulling you back into him as far as he could as he presses his chest to your back. Roughly, he bites at the skin on your lower back, slapping your ass when you yelp and try jumping away. 
“Stay. Put.”
Another bite, this time on your hip, earning yet another yelp–but you manage to suppress your jump with a tremble, keenly aware that whatever mood Asmo’s in is not one to be trifled with.
Another, on your other hip; another, moving up your spine; another, between your shoulder-blades–
Asmodeus keeps you impaled on his pulsing cock, the long member twitching inside with every pitiful yelp you release when his teeth make contact with your tender skin. His hands run up and down your sides before coming to cup your breasts, gently teasing your nipples until the pain of his bites blurs into the pleasure from his fingers.
“Asmo–Asmo, please, I–” you try begging him to move, begging him to pay attention to your clit again, begging him to let you cum–but he won’t have it.
“Oh, so now you remember my name?” Another bite, this time on top of your shoulder. You barely register his words. Asmo snatches your chin and forces your head back. His eyes, usually so full of kindness, are nearly black with rage. Your eyes flutter shut when he snaps his hips into yours, and your whines are pathetic when he stills once more.
“Look at me.”
You can’t. You won’t. You’re tearing up from frustration, and if you open your eyes he’ll see you cry, and if you start crying he might stop fucking, and you don’t want that. Not when he gets like this–when he treats you like you’re his.
This bite breaks skin.
Middle of your throat, right above the pulsepoint he so easily could’ve sliced with just the barest twitch from either of you. Warm liquid slowly trails down to the hollow of your throat, but you don’t know if it’s blood or spit from the messy way Asmo makes out with your neck.
He watches you while he does, pulling back to lick from the nasty bruise that’s already starting to ache all the way up to the corner of your mouth.
“All I had to do was remind you, hunh angel? You don’t need anyone else, yeah? Just me, baby. Just me, just need me-” his voice is soft with desperation, pressing needy kisses to every inch of your face he can reach. His grip on your breast and jaw turns bruising, but you don’t care. You love being marked by him; the pretty patchwork of blues and greens serving as a reminder that your time with Asmo is real. 
“Just--just you, Asmo. Just need–you.”
He doesn’t know if you mean it, but he can’t find it in him to care. Not when you start rocking back on his cock, freely crying as you continue to beg him to make you feel good. 
For a moment, Asmodeus has the sadistic urge to leave. To step back, walk out like nothing happened, and leave you in such a state of want you’ll never think to forget him again.
But then your hand finds his on your chest, and you interlock your fingers while you press a gentle kiss to the palm still clutching your cheeks, and you mumble, “only ever want to be yours, Asmo. Make me yours.”
He can’t breathe, first because he was in shock and then because his lips find yours so quickly, he doesn’t get a chance to. His hips move slowly, minimally grinding into yours as your makeout turns sloppy, only turning into full thrusts when the pleasure gets to be too much and you have to break away from his kiss for air.
“All you had to do was ask, angel. You know I’d do anything for you. But since you seem to keep forgetting, guess I better figure out a way to make you remember, yeah?”
He starts sweet. Sweet as the kiss he presses to your forehead, sweet as the way he caresses your cheek as his hips start to gain traction–but quickly turns bitter when he doesn’t stop. When his hips pick up to the brutal pace he’d initially set when he first dragged you in, slamming against your already bruised thighs without mercy. When the hand on your cheek goes down to your throat, and the other snakes its way down to your clit and tweaks in all the areas but the one you need.“No one else can make you feel like this, you got that?” Asmodeus whispers–though it sounds more like a hiss, with how tight his jaw is. “No one can fuck you like me, so don’t–fucking–bother–it’s just me, angel. You’re–just–mine–”
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∻ Beelzebub         ↠         g l u t t o n y          ⤲         l u s t
BEELZEBUB thought he knew better.
Well, not thought; he does know better, and not because Belphie told him so or he watched Mammon get punished for this before, but because this isn’t like him. This–insatiable need, this gnawing pain in the bottom of his stomach that won’t go away no matter how hard he tries. At least with his sin, the last few millennia had taught him how to manage it (a binge here, a binge there, eating constantly in-between, working out whenever else to try and keep his mind occupied), but… this? This?
He’s never felt like this before. So–empty. Hollow. Weak.
His urge to eat you raw might break him.
He knocks softly on your bedroom door, despite knowing that you’re currently in the mess with his brothers. You’re probably laughing at some corny joke Mammon made, offering to split your rice with Satan, letting Belphie rest his head on your shoulder–Beel’s next knock splinters the wood.
Crap. He’ll have to fix that, before he goes back. Thank Diavolo he’s built up a bit of a reputation for breaking things, though, so it quickly shuttles to the back of his mind as his gaze lands on what he’s here for.
What he should leave alone.
What he can’t.
A small pile of laundry, overflowing from your hamper, poking out from behind your closet doors.
He should not be here, but his body betrays him. Again. Like the way it did when you came down to breakfast in a shirt that was so obviously not yours, apologizing to Asmodeus over and over for letting your laundry get away from you and praising him for letting you borrow from him in the meantime.
Beel broke his spoon. Belphie gave him a new one. Beel promptly broke that one too, when you sat down across from him and asked if he had any laundry you could do, seeing as how that might be all you get to do this weekend.
He didn’t plan on letting his mind wander to what else might be dirty, just as he didn’t plan to nearly get run over on the way to school because he was so caught up in wondering if you even had any underwear left, and he certainly did not intend to run back to the House of Lamentation to rifle through your dirty laundry for just one infuriating pair of your panties.
Just one, he reasons as he cautiously glances into your hamper. He hopes it’ll be right on top, that he can take a pair and race to his room and get one good orgasm (or two or three or however many it takes to get you out of his brain), then return them before you’re ever the wiser.
So how did he end up in his bathroom with six pairs in his pockets?
Oh. Right. Because the pair on top were lacy and black and had him salivating, even before he pressed them to his nose for a deep whiff; and then he caught sight of a white pair, just beneath your school skirt, and he figured two is a safer bet than one, and then he thought he saw a red pair with polka dots and he’s always been partial to red, and then–
And then, and then, and then.
It’s the story of his sin; to never be satisfied, never be full. How he managed to stop at six when the image of number seven (an orange thong that he nearly ripped in half trying to unhook from a pair of tights) he’ll never know; how long he’s been on the bathroom floor, hastily jerking his hefty cock with low groans of your name also escape him; but he does know it’s worth it.
He takes a deep sniff of the lacy black pair he’d first pulled; the most recent. The ones that smell the most like you, and not just the fading clean scent of your detergent or the lingering waft of your soap, but you. He wonders if you masturbated in this pair, or if you naturally stain each panty you wear. He wonders how you masturbate, if you prefer to strip naked and take your time or if you’re desperate like him, if you can’t wait to fully bare yourself like him, if you’re a freak like him–
Beel groans and sticks his tongue out, trying to control himself but failing as soon as the tip of his tongue makes contact with the cool seat of your dirty intimates. His cock throbs in his palm, and no matter how many slow, heavy, hard drags he makes up the girthy length, he is left feeling needier than ever. 
And then he gets an idea; a sick, twisted, perverted idea that makes him feel even grosser than before, an idea he can’t ignore as the heat in his stomach starts to convulse. He picks up another pair (he knew it’d be good to take multiple), the white ones he’d had to wrestle from your skirt, and he grips them tight in hand.
He hesitates for a moment. Holds his breath, staring at the pale fabric in his hand as if he doesn’t recognize it, as if he hadn’t just stolen it, as if he wasn’t imagining what they’d look like on you and nothing else–
He groans. Loud, without care, desperate as he stuffs the black lace so far into his face it nearly goes down his throat, while his other hand wraps your white pair around his cock. They’re… soft, and a little cold, but if he closes his eyes he can pretend it’s you rubbing them against him, and if he breathes deep enough he can pretend you’re doing this after sitting on his face the way he dreams you would.
He’s never been this hard. Never so receptive, even to his own touch. The way the cotton of your undies glides against the precum dripping down his cock is softer than the clouds in heaven, and he swears he could cum like this; sprawled out on his shower floor, still half-clothed from his desperation to be close to you, your panties wrapped around him. He imagines what you’d do, if you were here, with him–not with his brothers, but him. Because he’s the one who has this piece of you, only him. 
But… what would you do, if you came home early and found him? Would you be as disgusted with him as he is with himself? Or would you offer him a fresh pair, stripping bare as you fall to your knees, offering to let him taste from the source–
Beel cums. Hard. White splatters along his RAD uniform, gathering heavily against the dark material and saturating the lower-half of his button up. Thick spurts fly through the air, some landing as high as the tile beside his head, before steadily pooling at the base of his abs. He pants, mouth still covered by the remnants of you, eyes still shut to the thought of you. His hand goes lax, letting the now-damp fabric of your white panties dab slowly at the copious amounts of cum now dripping down his hip.
His heart beats as fast as if he’s just completed a workout, and for a brief moment, he feels full. As if you–the mere thought of you, in fact–is enough to fill the missing pieces of him.
Until his DDD buzzes, and he sees a picture of you and a sleeping Belphie, and reads your message asking where your tied-for-first-favorite snuggle-buddy wandered off to, and his stomach growls. His lip curls in a sneer that morphs into a growl of frustration as his dick starts to swell, his eyes instantly drawn to where your breast presses against Belphie’s sleeping bicep.
It’s not fair, and it’s not right, and Beel knows better. He knows you’re happy to share, that there’s enough of you to share, that he should just fucking share–
But he doesn’t.
He keeps this for himself, this secret of raiding your hamper. Of keeping a piece of you close, always tucked away in his back pocket, and not just because it makes dealing with the random hardies easier. He might not be able to admit his feelings, but he can have this one piece of you for himself.
Why else would you be sure to leave his favorites right on top?
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∻ Belphegor       ↠         s l o t h         ⤲         g l u t t o n y
Death should be an old friend to a creature like BELPHEGOR. Death should be something he’s able to greet with open arms, to plainly discuss the state of the world and how fleeting such things like eternity can be–but Death is not. Death is now as unfamiliar to Belphie as Love, and this is not a relationship he wishes to change anytime soon.
Although, with your legs wrapped around his head, tongue lapping at your folds as he glides your hips across his soaked lips, he knows he could greet Death with a smile. He might even be able to tear Death to shreds, for all the vitality your essence seems to bring. 
He’s lost track of the time he’s spent between your legs. Enough so that even the sheets on either side of his head are saturated, and not just from sweat; but not so long as the painful ache in his stomach has yet to subside. He’s yearning, in a way he hasn’t done since the Fall, for something he hasn’t had since the Fall.
For Love. 
For you.
He can think of no better way to show his love than this; bringing you to the apex of pleasure over and over and over again, until the cry of his name becomes synonymous with this feeling of fullness that engulfs you every time Belphie latches on to your clit.
His technique is the same; gentle kisses along the inside of your thigh before whispering against your cunt, tongue flicking out every-so-often to catch your sensitive bud. Sweet musings you often can’t hear, but aren’t addressed to you. Sweet sentiments you sometimes make out to be, “such a pretty girl f’me,” and “what a mess you’ve made today, pretty,” and the worst–“you’re my perfect pussy, aren’t you?”
You whimper as his open-mouth kisses get closer to your heat. Slowly, you try rotating your hips to force Belphie to land a kiss where you need him most. Instead, he bites your clit.
With a gasp, you shudder and instinctively try rolling your hips backwards, but his hands latch on to your waist–not even your hips, but your waist–with enough force to keep you pinned.
“M’not done,” he mumbles. Spit slides down the swell of his cheeks, matting in his inky locks. His tongue languidly flicks at your folds, and he snickers when you squeak.
“Belphie,” you plead, “either do something or let me go, please–’
“Do something?” he asks. He peers up at you, and the sight of his violet eyes just barely peeking out from between your legs, the entire lower half of his jaw hidden from sight by your sex, has whatever little strength was left in your legs give out entirely. A smug smile curls his pale lips, and he bites your clit again.
“Belphie!”
You try squirming away, but the vibrations from Belphie’s chuckles feel heavenly. He knows what he’s doing when he presses his lips, still thinned in a smile, against your overstimulated nub, gently rubbing back and forth to ease the sting from his teeth. “You should’ve learned by now, little human, to be more careful with what you wish for.”
He blows out a puff of air, warm and cold and euphoric and tortuous all at once. Tears start to pool in your eyes, and the hands that once rested against his velvet headboard come to cradle either side of his face.
“P-please,” you choke, “please, Belphie, I–I need–”
“You don’t know what you need,” he dismisses, and instead of explaining, not because you’re a dumb human, but because you haven’t spent enough time in this existence to know, you don’t have the curse of knowledge that I do, and this is the least I can do to make up for all that I’ve done, so let me teach you to not just know what you need but how to take it, he gives you what you’ve been asking for.
Slowly, deeply, he begins licking around your seeping hole, collecting as much of your nectar as he can. His hands wrap around your thighs to help spread your lower lips, grinding you against his mouth every time you try to breathe. His nose brushes against your overstimulated bundle of nerves, never quite catching the hood but putting enough pressure to keep you on the edge of oblivion.
“I know what you need,” Belphie mutters into your thigh. He sucks a light bruise into your skin before diving back into your folds, humming as happily as if you were the one sucking him off, instead. “I can give you what you need, pretty girl. Want me to? Want me to make you cum?”
“Yes–” you gasp. Your hand knots in his hair, trying to direct that running mouth of his to somewhere more useful–and he lets you. He lets you guide him to where you think you need him most, gently lapping at your folds, alternating between kissing your sensitive clit and guiding his tongue as far into you as he can reach. His fingers trail lightly along the pudge of your leg, nails irritating the skin enough to raise little welts but not enough to hurt, palms applying enough force to keep you exactly where he needs you.
Because he does. Need you, that is. Even if he can’t say as much out loud; even if he doesn’t know how. But this is his confession, can’t you tell? That he lets you use his face as your personal throne, ride him for your personal pleasure, control him for your personal gain. No one, not even Lucifer, has been able to tame the sleeping giant–so shouldn’t the fact that you could mean more than any words could muster?
Belphie doesn’t know what he wants to watch more; the way your oozing sex begs him for more, or the way your eyes are glazing over as you desperately try to keep eye contact with him. He starts to frown, but before he can pull away and ask why you’re staring at him like that–like you think you know what you need, like you don’t believe him, like you don’t need him–you’ve caught his wrists in your hands and pinned them by his head.
He could’ve stopped you, if he really wanted to, but his curiosity gets the better of him. Slowly, you slide down his body, face contorting at every catch of your slick clit against the rigid planes of his body, until you come to rest squarely atop his hips. His cock is erect behind you, thighs sticky with a release you hadn’t realized he’d even let go of, but it’s his lips that get your attention.
His pale, full, sticky lips, covered with your juices, parting slightly as he asks, “what are you doing?”
“You said I don’t know what I need,” you answer softly, placing more weight on your palms, keeping him pinned. You lean forward, letting your eyes drag along the sharp lines of his jaw, lips hovering above his. “I probably don’t. But… I know what I want, Belphie.”
He doesn’t trust himself to answer. His heart races in his chest, which he keeps remarkably steady, even as he can’t tear his eyes away from the sight of your breasts pressing against his bare chest. Your fingers tighten around his wrists, and he finally meets your gaze.
Belphie’s throat goes dry. His lips part, and you take that as the perfect opportunity to kiss him. Softly, sweetly, the same way he’d been pressing kisses to your core. You take your time tasting him–tasting yourself, staining him–tongue swirling against his, breasts rubbing against his chest, his throbbing cock finding refuge in the slick staining your thighs.
He thinks he’s found it for real, this time; love. To have, to hold, to keep forevermore. He thinks this might be real, that you might be the best dream he’s ever conjured, that being awake might be worth more than just endless pain, so long as you stay with him–and then the memory of Death floods his thoughts. Death, who stole the last one he loved, who tried taking Beel from him, who’s no longer an old friend but an ancient foe with your name awaiting his collection.
Belphie tenses beneath you, then flips you over. He buries his head in the crook of your neck, thinking all the nightmares away in favor of focusing on the dream beneath him.
“In case it wasn’t clear, I’m saying I want you, Belphegor, now and tomorrow and all of tomorrow’s tomorrows,” you laugh, and Belphie’s heart absolutely shatters.
You can’t lie, not to him; and you can’t know what you’re saying, not about him. You can’t want him, not when Death wants you too, and Death will always win.
But… he can have you tonight, right? And–tomorrow, if you’re still here, and maybe even tomorrow’s tomorrow, if Death doesn’t steal you first. So shouldn’t he make the most of it?
So instead of answering, he presses a trail of soft kisses down your sternum, keeping his gaze fixed on the way your skin disappears beneath his lips. “M’not done with you,” he repeats, and he dives back in.
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| Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan | Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon |
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tag list: @weebaboobs | @anxiousmomfriend | @my-perfect-machine | @leechlips
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scenteddelusion5 · 1 month
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Requests are OPEN!!!
Hi!! Short time writer here! My requests are open again. If you do have one, don't be shy! Just drop it in there. Although there is no guarantee I'll do them.
I write: x y/n (x reader); reader fem/masc/gn, romantic or platonic willing to write nsfw but keep it more vanilla for now I love fluff but enjoy my fair share of angst and yandere stuff I also don't take more Rosie/Alastor's child, I have enough of those, one I still need to get started on
The characters I write for:
Masterlist
Fandoms:
Hazbin Hotel:
Lute
Alastor
-A Single Radio Wave- x fem co-host
-One O'Clock Dinner- x fem homesick reader
Vox
Two households, both unalike in dignity, x gn Alastor's child; PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4 - PART 5 (Finished)
Vaggie
Velvette
-I Don't Deserve You- x insecure gn reader
Rosie
-The Overlord of Disasters- x fem teen reader plat
Zestial
A Daring Creature, x angel fem reader; PART 1
Sir pentious
VVV group
Helluva boss:
Beezlebub (Queen Bee)
Glitz
Glam
And that's it for now. Can't wait to recieve your requests!!
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insomniacsmind · 6 months
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This has been very prominent in my brain today.
You have cute nicknames with Beel.
Sugar, Sweet girl | My gentle darling, Lovely
But even more often call eachother out of wack shit.
Dick stick, ‘You little shit’, Ginger (derogatory), ‘Big ass bitch’
Ankle biter, Bite size, Fiend, Mortal being (derogatory)
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absolutelynotromealone · 11 months
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Beezlebub x male reader
Binder days
Male reader, trans reader, AFAB reader
X
(name) was giddy as he stood in front of the mirror, his binder finally arrived! (Name) pat down his chest happily before putting on a shirt giddily and posing "I gotta show him!"
"Guess what!" (Name) said to beezlebub who was in the process of ordering food, the redhead looking up confused before getting up "you're flat!" "I'm flat!" Beezlebub was incredibly supportive of his boyfriends transition and gave some of his clothes to the other though the fit wasn't quite right.
"You're so manly babe!" He said grabbing his phone "celebration cake..." He said giddy and (name) beamed.
"Chest so flat I can use it as a table!" He heard his boyfriend say aggressively and (name) couldn't help but cackle.
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reallyromealone · 2 years
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY @kusuinko
A a a a
Look at you!
X
Do you know how hard it is making a fancy dinner and NOT eating it while you make it?
Beezlebub knows.
Currently it was his boyfriends birthday, sweet Babycakes (name) was turning (age) and Beelzebub wanted to make him a nice romantic dinner.
It was just supposed to be one taste!
And now the meal was ruined and for once Beez felt shame after eating, it wasn't supposed to end like this!
He didn't notice the sound of feet walking closer with all his sulking "you alright babe?" (Name) asked curiously as he took in the mess that was the kitchen and Beez looked defeated as he turned to face the man of the hour "did you...try and make me dinner?"
Beez nodded and looked away slightly embarrassed "you ate it all didn't you?"
He nodded again.
"Well let's order something extra yummy and then clean up! Accidents happen and you know you're weak to food babe"
"I know... I just wanted to treat you like you did me!"
(Name) kissed his nose before they ordered food, the two cuddling while eating their dinner "happy birthday (name)" Beez said lovingly, mouth filled with (food) causing (name) no grin back lovingly "thanks baby"
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I really love you're writing💞
I would really like to ask a request(if you don't mind,I hope you don't,everyone's been ignoring me😭)Obey me brothers reacting to a Mileena Mc from Mortal Kombat.If you don't know Mileena than It's ok.
Obey me brothers reacting to a maneater or femme fatale Mc with her playful,blood thirsty and powerhungry personality.
I hope I didn't bother you.Have a nice day,Ty🥰
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Mileena Reader | Yandere Obey Me!
To say you're eccentric is an understatement. You brandish your sai(s) with ease, when you're not wearing the uniform your wearing your typical tight-fitting assassin attire. You often keep a mask on your face only ever revealing it when you feel your getting too attached:
“You scared of me, boys?”
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Lucifer
“I’m sure you’d like it if I was.”
He’s genuinely worried 
Not about his brothers about you
He sees you often put up this act of confidence gained by scaring others or tricking them
In the rare moments he sees you, the real you, he wants the moment to last forever
“(Y/n) I love you for you.”
“Even with a face like this?”
“Especially with a face like this.”
“You’re a fool, then I could eat you alive if I willed it.”
“I’d let you.”
“Pftt whatever.”
He knows you put up a front and he doesn’t mind
But he wants the real you
So he kind of backs you up even when your crossing lines left and right
“Ahhhh Lucifer that human transfer actually tried to cut me!”
“I see.”
“Are you going to do something!” 
“It means she likes you…don’t get too cozy though.”
“Oh, Maaaammmoooonn?”
“Ahhhhhh.”
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Mammon
“I-I am not!”
He’s certainly not lying
But he is the first to go from running from you to shyly turning on his back for you
Scary and loving are closer than you’d think for the avatar of greed
He knows you play him like a fiddle
Changing your playful voice to something warmer when you cuddle into him
Before switching back to your playful side again
“Now come on Mammon don’t you want this amulet? It's worth what again?”
“I-its priceless! A-a fashion time-piece that is going to sell for thousands no millions.”
“Then. Come. And. Get. It.”
“B-but you p-put it in your–next to your–”
“Are you rejecting my offer?”
“No! I’m coming!”
He’s the puppy you love to chase around and pulling on his leash is a part of the fun
Even when you reveal your face he’s not as phased as you’d hope
“Eh, I’ve seen worse.”
Take that as you will but he’s fighting anyone with something to say
“Oi. Don’t you dare talk about my human! If you do it’ll cost you.”
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Leviathan
“Y-yes b-but will you do that voice of that character I like?”
Similar to Mammon you scare him and make him feel amazing
Somehow you show up in his room when he’s locked the door
Laying in his tub/bed when he goes to end the day
But he loves it more than he’d like to admit when you do step on him
Or tease him
You remind of a character from a battle game he plays
A Scarleena from Immortal Combat
“I’ve never heard of such a thing…are you enamored by her?”
“Well duh, I wouldn’t have bought her limited edition figurine model if I wasn’t.”
“Then do you like her more than me?”
“Uh-uh n-n-no. Y-your hands–ack–t-touching me!”
“Good. I was starting to think you would have hated me. Won’t you show me how much you care?”
“O-okay! Y-yes!”
He’s not as reliant on you as Mammon but he still relays how he feels about you when you play
“You look just like that character!”
“Levi.”
“Sorry, b-but I still think you are pretty…for a real-life, anyway.”
“Ara ara and I thought you were only into 2-D?”
*blushing fiercely* “W-well I can make an exception…only cause it's you.”
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Satan
“Hardly.”
He’s intrigued by you
He’s not on the run from you but he certainly doesn’t understand you at first
You are his newest investigation
“So you're interested in knowing about me?”
“Yes. Any siblings?”
“Ugh yes, but I’d sooner kill her than see her again.”
“Well, we might have more in common than I originally thought.”
He’s right your help in his pranks against his brother is greatly appreciated
And he finds himself smitten when he sees you past your playful power-hungry actions
“(Y/n)...did you truly think I’d no longer be interested in you after seeing your face?”
“It’s not a bizarre thought, for you.”
“Then you must not know me well enough, dear.”
“Oh? Are you doubting that I know who I’m speaking to?”
“No. I’m doubting how thoroughly you investigated. Especially with a subject as willing as I.”
“Then don’t mind if I do.”
“Go ahead. I promise to be gentle.”
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Asmodeus
“Oya? I’ll be really scared if you pin me now!” 
So dramatic it almost throws you off 
But on the best of days you both keep each other on your toes
“Promiscuous as always, Asmodeus?”
“You know it, darling! Now about showing me what’s under that mask…”
“Didn’t I tell you? I’d eat you if you saw.”
“But that’s exactly what I want!”
“I think there's been a misunderstanding.”
Now unlike the others who either don’t care or don’t mind Asmodeus does
“Oh…oh…my that is awfully….gnarly.”
“See. Now that you’ve seen I will–”
“Now hold on, don’t misunderstand you will always be pretty because it's you….but we need to figure out how kissing is going to work…hmm.”
“I see no reason to discuss something so pointless.”
“Nonsense, it should probably be fine if we stole the pair from that one model…it’d be convenient for the upcoming make-up launch.”
“Violence?”
“Yup!”
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Beelzebub
*Munch Munch* “Huh? Did you say something?’
The answer is no
You can threaten him all you like or try to seduce him but he’s not budging 
“You’d do best not to hold me if you don’t want to have a chunk eaten off of you!”
“If that's what it takes to make you eat then so be it.”
“Stubborn, I’ll tolerate it if you can defeat me.”
“You want to fight? Fine but you have to eat first it's not healthy to do lots of exerting yourself without eating.”
“Grrrrr I’ll gut you for your incompetence!”
*Shifts to demon form* “If you're going to refuse me I will use force.”
You two don’t really get on the same level on your own 
Someone (Belphegor) has to mediate so you can clear up the misunderstanding
Its a wonder how you two still end up clashing at least on your end anyway
No one knows if he’s really seeing you or just putting his own thoughts on you
“So that's why you weren’t eating around me. Don’t do that again, I was worried.”
“Worried? For me? Best be careful your sentimentality may lead to your doom.”
“If it's really embarrassing for you we can eat away from everyone, I’m sure Lucifer won’t mind.”
“Are you deaf?”
“Nope but if you do have a taste for demons we can take a trip to the slums.”
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Belphegor
“Only as scared as you are of me.”
“That would be none.”
“Good.”
You so easily affirm his dislike for humans
But more than he likes to admit he enjoys it every time
And so he fights with himself about what it is he likes about fighting you
The actual fighting or you
It turns out to be the latter as he finds himself waking with anger when you're antagonizing some other demon
“Don’t do that again.”
“What? Leave your side when you slumber? What am I? Your teddy bear?”
“Heh might as well be with how much I think about you.”
“What’s that? Are you admitting a surrender to your teddy bear?”
“Hah never!” 
To the naked eye, your relationship makes no sense 
but it doesn’t matter 
not to him at least
All that matters is that when he sleeps that your in arms-length
“From this point on, you're my human. *Yawn* So no picking fights without me.”
“And who are you to demand this of me?”
“Your demon Belphegor.”
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