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barbatoslove · 2 years

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Popsicle Kiss - Obey me

characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmo, Beel and Belphie

gn! reader (reader is not described physically)

warning: suggestive, kissing, etc.

wc. 4.6k

not beta read cuz i dont give a shit, enjoy.

It was deep into the night and you just could not get to sleep regardless of what you did. After tossing and turning for what felt like forever (it was like 7 minutes honestly but who's counting), you shuffled out of bed and decided maybe a trip to the kitchen would ease your nerves on this restless night. After rummaging through whatever was left in the freezer, you managed to find a few popsicles to snack on, only to be interrupted... perhaps you could sway them with a kiss...?

Lucifer

Lucifer would catch you on one of his patrols through the hallways at night, stopping by the kitchen entryway when he heard loud rummaging through the freezer, just to catch you about to eat a popsicle. "what are you doing up?" he asked, making a sigh and placing his hand at his hip. "you should be in bed."

You made a little smug smile, knowing you'd just been caught but determined not to go to bed. "I couldn't sleep and wanted something sweet." you hummed but heard him sigh yet again. "you want some?"

"no." Lucifer said flat out, shaking his head in disapproval of your midnight ventures up until you pressed the popsicle to your lips and kissed it before holding it out to him.

"how about now?" you gave him a coy smile, quirking your head cutely, knowing he'd cave in. of course, he would, Lucifer was not one to resist you or your goofy antics.

Lucifer eyed you for a second, assessing the situation before walking towards you. Instantly, he wrapped an arm around your waist while his other hand gently grasped your wrist holding the popsicle. You blushed as he closed the distance between you two, feeling your chest pressed to his. "Very well. I'll play your game." He hummed, his vibrant red eyes trained on you completely. Rather than eat the popsicle or make any use of it, he pulled your wrist out to the side away from you both and kissed you directly. You made a small surprised squeak but melted in the kiss. Your lips were sweet and sugary which he had to admit, he enjoyed quite a bit.

"but only on my terms..." he whispered, taking it as an opportunity to show you just how delicious you are.

He only pulled away to allow you to breathe, hearing your shallow pants but giving you no breaks, kissing down your jawline to your neck. He loved moments like this where he could be selfish and keep you all to himself. Kiss and grope you the way he wanted and indulge in all the cute sounds you made, just little reminders that you were his and his alone.

Lucifer could feel your hold on the popsicle grow weak, struggling to keep focus on your grip while he teased you so thoroughly, leaning close to your ear, "don't drop it. you'll make a mess..." he whispered, "and I'll have to punish you." You could practically hear him purr.

All you could only nod breathlessly, feeling him press you against the counter, returning to kiss you yet again.

You felt drunk on his affection, unable to think; allowing him full control of your body and mind. He licked your lips before tilting your head back to get better access, enjoying your small mewls and whines between breaths. He chuckled, feeling your free hand grip onto his jacket as if to ask for more. "Lucifer..." you pleaded, whining for more. He smirked, guiding you back into the kiss.

He only stopped when he felt your knees buckle beneath him. Lucifer chuckled, pulling back to admire his work. You were breathless, flustered with half lidded eyes and trembling for his touch. He finally took the popsicle from you and tossed it into the sink before bringing your fingers to his lips and pressing a kiss to each one, cleaning off the bits that melted off.

"still can't sleep?" he asked, looking at you with a knowing smirk.

How could you possible say no? Once you shook your head- you felt his hand on your back shift up, before scooping up your legs. "well we can't have that, can we?" Lucifer purred, "don't worry, my love. I believe i have something in mind to satiate your cravings~"

Mammon

Mammon would catch you being loud as hell, annoyed by the sounds of you trying to find something and slam his hands on the doorway. "ay! some of us are tryin’ to sleep!" he hissed, first assuming he was his brother but his posture faltered upon finding out it was just you.

You squeaked, turning to face him. "Mammon! you scared me!" you huffed. "I was trying to sneak a popsicle before Beel got to them!"

He groaned, brushing his hair back to properly compose himself. He intended to be annoyed but he couldn't find it in himself to be mad at you, catching himself peeking at you even with his head turned away, trying to keep this facade of being mad at you but the blush on his cheeks was far too obvious. Alone time with you in the kitchen was more than enough to drive him a little crazy.

You leaned against the counter with a cute giggle, knowing exactly what game he was playing and held your popsicle out to him, "would the 'Great Mammon' want some?"

"nu uh! no! i'm goin to bed! I won’t fall for your dirty tricks, human!" he crossed his arms, turning his head away once again though his eyes were on you. He wanted to say yes, he wanted to stand with you, leave little kisses on your neck but he wanted you to want him there and Mammon has always had a habit for indulging in the dramatics.

you made an audible 'hmph' before making a show of pressing a small kiss to the tip of the popsicle. "how about now?" you held it out again, giving him the cutest look knowing he’d take the bait in a second.

Mammon inhaled, standing up straight over your little display, feeling his cheeks turn hot and stomped over to you, taking your wrist and bringing the popsicle up to his mouth to chomp the part you kissed, chewing it with his face all pink and flushed.

You giggled, "oh Mammon, you're so cute" you took your own bite, before holding it out to him again, intending to share it with him.

Mammon could only blush, stepping closer before putting his hands on either side of you to cage you in his arms though you had no intention of slipping away, wrapping your arm around his shoulders and gazed at him with love in your eyes. "ya know one kiss is never enough-" he pouted.

"how could I forget?" You pressed the popsicle to your lips once again, so he'd take another bite. "such a greedy demon" you teased, nibbling on your little treat before repeating the process a few times, enjoying the sight of his flustered cheeks while you fed him. it wasn't long before Mammon could no longer be satisfied with just indirect kisses.

Mammon wrapped his arms around your middle, keeping his eyes on you, "its not enough..." he whined, giving you puppy eyes. You hummed, biting the last piece before discarding the stick somewhere on the counter, returning your arms around his shoulders. "c'mon don't keep me waitin..." he pouted.

You giggled, finally giving him a sweet kiss, feeling him squeeze you just a little, unable to control himself with all the excitement running through his body. He loved kissing you, he loved how sweet your lips were, how you felt in his arms, everything about you was perfect and more importantly, he loved having these moments with you alone.

You pulled from the kiss, pressing your forehead to his. "mammon..." you smiled, blush dusting over your cheeks admiring every little detail of his eyes. He loved you so much and you could see it in his gaze and you returned every feeling.

"shh lemme kiss you" he whispered, leaning in to grace another kiss to your lips, then your cheeks and jawline, down to your neck. "just one more..." He buried his face in your neck, littering kisses and whispering sweet nothings.

You exhaled, wanting nothing more than to spend every second with him. you let your fingers tangle in his hair showing him soft praise for his actions, closing your eyes and letting everything slip away and only focusing on the him. You could drown in his touch, his smell, his voice, he was everything.

"im sorry- its just , not enough" Mammon breathed out, looking over you and run his hands down your sides before taking your hands in his. "one kiss isn't enough..." he blushed. "lets keep going... but lets go to my room..."

Leviathan

Leviathan would stop dead in his tracks when spotting you in the kitchen. He was aiming for a quiet midnight snack run all by himself, his attention being entirely on his phone and whatever updates he missed while gaming only to spot you unwrapping a popsicle and looking at him.

"hi levi~" you smiled, "want some?”

"no-!" he shook his head, flustered. "i was just- l-leaving!" Levi turned his head away, but still stood there in the doorway, like a complete idiot.

He was an idiot but he was your idiot.

You cocked your head, pretending to sulk. "but if you go, who will i share this popsicle with?" you teased but an idea popped into your head, bringing it to your lips and pressing a kiss. "leviathan..." you made a dramatic scene of sighing and looking at him with puppy eyes.

Leviathan tensed his shoulders before making his way over to you. It was impossible to resist you! He stared down at the popsicle then up at your eyes. an indirect... kiss? w-what a normie thing to do! he thought.

He leaned forward, his hands sweaty and shaky but he returned the kiss on the popsicle. You couldn't help but giggle at his flustered cheeks and eyes shut tight. "there-!" Levi huffed, averting his gaze to avoid embarrassment.

You could only chuckle, "you're so cute." you brought the popsicle up and bit the part that shared your kiss.

"h-huh! what are you doin!" He turned bright red, taking your wrist into his hand. "d-dont eat it!"

You smiled confused, "why not?"

"c-cuz! thats-" Leviathan stumbled on his words, "h-how could you eat that- its!- its like a-"

"an indirect kiss?" you asked, tilting your head, "isn't that something that happens in the anime you like? i thought you'd like it...." you blushed, now it was your turn to look away, feeling bashful to do some cliche anime trope just to get his attention.

He inhaled, how could you be so fucking cute! you had to know the effect you had on him! He was a fool playing into your hands!!

Levi weighed his options for what to do before moving your wrist and pressing another kiss to the popsicle. "okay... y-your turn" he mumbled.

so so cute...! he was just so adorable! It was a critical hit on your heart! you were utterly smitten for him! any play you put down, he had the perfect counter!

you followed through, kissing it and this time allowing him to have a bite. He turned red again, covering his mouth with his hand. "its not fair...you're way too cute." Leviathan huffed. He felt like his heart was racing, standing so close to you and sharing this with you through little kisses. "you know...i-in.. the anime, a-after they share the ... popsicle, they...kiss for real."

"ooh? they do?" you hummed, tossing your popsicle in the sink, "okay... well lets skip to the good part-" you cupped his cheeks, bringing him to your height and kissed him.

He made a noise of surprise, eyes widening and his heart skipping a beat! AH! he wanted to explode!

at first he was holding your wrists but let go, then didnt exactly know what to do with his hands until he shyly settled them at your sides.

"leviathan..." you whispered, feeling him relax under your affections. His arms wrapped around you more securely closing the gap and kissed you with all the yearning and pining he buried deep inside him. You were intoxicating to him, every minute he spent with you felt like a hazy dream he couldn’t get enough of.

You ran your thumb over his cheek, moving your other hand to tangle in his hair. He must have gotten extremely excited over this interaction because you could feel the ends of his horns and the faint sound of his tail swishing back and forth.

"w-what happens next..." you asked in a whisper, looking up at him with flustered cheeks.

Leviathan swallowed hard, letting out shaky breaths lost in your adoring gaze. "what happens next...? w-well... that's a different ... story..." he whispered.

"show me..." you kissed his cheek, leaning into his ear, "i want to know..."

Satan

Satan would simply happen upon you by accident, waltzing into the kitchen for a cup of tea with his face buried into a book. Raise his head when hearing your cute hums unwrapping a popsicle you managed to save from Beel's grasp.

He'd chuckle lightly when you squeaked in surprise over being caught. "Satan!" you blushed, tensing but relaxing instantly but still a pout remained on your lips "you scared me"

He laughed lightly, closing his book, striding over towards the stove to begin the preparation for his tea. "Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you. It is a nice surprise to find you in here though." he smiled softly. "sneaking something before bed?" "i can't help myself. do you want some?" you waved your popsicle at him but he shook his head. "it'd be a shame to eat this all on my own."

"tempting offer but I'm here for tea." Satan really did come here for tea but when you brought that popsicle up to your lips and pressed a little kiss, offering him some once again he couldn't help but humor you. "oh... very well." He came toward you and pressed his own kiss to the popsicle, before licking his lips.

Satan knew the effect he had on you. he could feel your eyes trained on him, the way your heart raced being so close to him, the little tremble in your hand. "its sweet." he hummed but you weren’t really sure if he was talking about the popsicle.

You blushed, feeling bashful to nibble on the popsicle he'd just kiss for you but kept a lil smile on your lips. "it is sweet..."

He chuckled lightly, stepping away to finish preparing his tea. Normally, he'd head straight back towards his room to read and what not.

You sulked, knowing he'd leave you in just a few moments and you couldn't bare the thought of being separated from him until morning. "will you stay with me, Satan? a-at least until I finish..." you pleaded.

You watched his eyes spark with interest, setting his tea down before joining you by your side. He leaned his back against the counter, gently motioning you into his arms so your back was pressed to his chest. He wrapped his arms around your middle and buried his face in your neck.

"I'll stay with you." he whispered, pressing a kiss to your neck. He purred, leaving little kisses and nipping lightly on your skin. "just... until you finish..."

It was hard for him to resist sinking his sharp fangs into your neck and devouring every drop of your blood. You were irresistible. "so much sweeter....." he whispered. It was getting harder and harder to eat that little popsicle with how his hands traveled and how much he teased you.

"s-satan.." you squeaked out, unable to focus on anything else but him. The heat of his breath against your skin whispering things that made your legs tremble... you wanted to lose yourself in him.

"shh. you don't want anyone to know we're here..." he whispered.

"i-..." Your legs buckled beneath you, "i... i can't finish..-" you confessed. though at this point, you weren't sure if you were talking about the popsicle either anymore.

He chuckled in response, "then i guess we'll have to take care of this..." Satan hummed, pulling away from you and taking the half eaten popsicle and tossing it in the sink. He took your face in his hand gently bringing you in for a proper kiss. "lets go, my love." he smiled, taking your hand and leading you away from the kitchen. so much for the tea....

Asmodeus

Asmodeus would be really irritated at the sound that you banging around in the kitchen because it would be irritating his beauty sleep! He would slam his hands on the doorway startling you standing there with the popsicle in your hand but then reel back on his anger looking you over with questioning eyes, waiting to see if he should be annoyed with you or not.

"was i too loud?" You frowned. "sorry..." your eyes scanned around the room, going from the floors to the walls to the treat in your hand before landing on him again. "I didn't mean to wake you..."

Asmodeus could only huff dramatically, "if its you, then i guess i can forgive you" he sighed, shaking his head. "but really, staying up this late is bad for your skin."

You pursed your lips, quirking your head before pressing a kiss to the popsicle. "do ... you want some?" you made a little smile attempting to ease his frustrations.

He lifted his head, losing all sense of negativity in his eyes before something else took place. He smirked before stepping over to you, his fingers gently tracing over your arm before gently taking your hand. He pressed his tongue to the tip of the popsicle, sucking it before pulling away with a kiss. "do you want to taste it?" he purred, leaning in.

Your eyes widen, heart racing, cracking out an desperate whisper. "yes..." you couldn't take your eyes from his, feeling lured in by his natural charm.

A chuckle escaped his lips. He reached up, cupping your cheek in his hand, running his thumb over your bottom lip to part your lips before leaning in and kissing you. However the kiss was not short and sweet. he wanted to taste you, to make you crave him so deeply.

When he pulled away there was a trail of saliva connecting your lips to his. You gasped for air, feeling him licking your lips clean. "tastes good, hmm?~" he purred.

You nodded, breathless and completely swooned by his affections. "lets not let this go to waste..." Asmo raised the popsicle to his mouth, biting off a piece before kissing you, letting it melt within your kiss.

You were entranced by him, little moans and whimpers would escape you between kisses. One hand firmly on your jaw keeping you steady, guiding you exactly how he wanted while his other hand brought you close, roaming your body from your hips all the way back to your cheek, feeling prideful over how hot and bothered you were bya simple kiss, or what he viewed as a ‘simple kiss’. At some point, the popsicle was eaten or perhaps simply discarded completely not that you cared nor did he. He pushed your back against the counter, letting his leg slip between yours, putting your hands on his chest.

"A-Asmo... " you managed to whimper out, looking at him with flushed cheeks, half lidded eyes and shallow breaths. "please don't stop..." you pleaded.

"as you wish." He purred, cupping your cheeks into his hands and kissed you once again. "but... my sweet thing, I don't think I can do what you want me to do in the kitchen." he giggled, "lets go to my room, i can show you something sweeter."

Beelzebub

Beelzebub wouldn't be too surprised too see you, more so happy to see that he'd be able to share his night time ventures for snacks with you. "ohh? have you found anything?" he hummed, happy to share whatever he found with you and knew you’d be the same.

You smiled and nodded at him, "i found a popsicle!" you chimed, holding out the one you took for yourself, taking a small bite off the top. He smiled happily, trying to search for one himself but pouted when there wasn't one.

"theres no more." He sighed, holding his stomach feeling hungrier over the thought of not having something for him. "ahh... im so hungry..."

You frowned, "do you want some of mine?" you asked, offering it out to him even if that meant you didn't get to have any. You'd rather him be happy than anything. "i don't mind sharing."

Beel looked to you with a smile "really?" He walked over to you and lifted you up onto the counter, placing his hands on either side of you and standing between your legs, excited to eat the treat but stopped when his eyes laid on you, frowning. "but you won't get to have any...."

Normally he’d just devour the thing but when it came to you, he wanted to put you first. And you really didn't want him to feel bad so you wanted to think of a clever way to get him to eat it.

You pursed your lips and thought for a second before pressing a kiss to the popsicle before offering it out to him. "i like sharing with you."

Beel had little sparkles in his eyes now knowing you blessed the treat with a kiss just for him. He took a huge chomp happily and you took your own respectively but ah! it broke a bit and some got on your lip and chin. "oh-" you wiped it off your chin with your fingers but before you could do anything, Beel took your hand in his, licking your fingers clean. You blushed, blinking in surprise but his eyes trailed up to your lip.

"hold still" Beel mumbled, his hand resting on your cheek before leaning it and licking off your lips. He paused for a moment, looking over your eyes to see your reaction. he wanted to make sure you were okay before he did anything and blinked in surprise when you took another bite from the popsicle making sure to make a bit of a mess.

"you have to do it again.." you mumbled, cheeks flush with embarrassment. Beel took your hint and smiled a little, this time leaning in directly for a kiss. You closed your eyes, parting your lips to give him whatever access he needed.

It was a win win! you got to kiss the pretty demon boy and he got to eat something! but to Beel, he didn't care about food at this point. You were more than enough. He wanted to eat you up. maybe he'd bite you but not too hard, he didn't want to hurt you.

You were drowning in his kisses, surprised how little breath he needed but he couldn't think about doing anything but devouring your entire being.

"B-beel-! wait- the popsicle-" you gasped out, feeling it melt in your hand. For once, Beel was annoyed by food. It was getting in the way of what he was truly hungry for. He took one big chomp and ate the rest of it, tossing the stick somewhere before returning back to you.

His hands gripped your thighs bringing you close to the edge of the counter where your hips could meet his and kissed you. His lips were cold and sweet but you were a completely different type of sweet. He couldn't possibly feel hungry when he could kiss you however he wanted.

You had to pull away to breathe, holding his face since he couldn't quite restrain himself. "Beel... aren't you hungry?"

"not hungry anymore...not for food..." He moved to kiss your neck, "i just want you..." he whispered.

You felt your cheeks flush. "t-then... lets go to my room" and boy did he not waste a second.

Belphegor

Belphegor would be roaming around doing whatever he wanted, probably unable to sleep at night since he slept through the day and spot you about to shove the popsicle in your mouth and make a gruff sigh. "what are you doing?" he yawned, hugging his pillow in his arm.

"oh- just... sneaking a snack before Beel does" You shrugged, motioning him over to join by your side. "wanna join me?"

He only made a hum in response before walking over to your side and leaning his head on your shoulder. He was clearly tired but he didn't want to go back to bed without you now that you were in his path.

It was like sometimes he could go to bed anywhere at anytime but then, the moment he saw you, he couldn't sleep without you in his arms. Belphie is just so clingy sometimes, you thought.

You ran your hand through his hair feeling him lean into your touch though he did his best to keep a sour tired expression on his face even if he was making the softest purr.

"do you want some?" you offered the popsicle to him but he only made a huff in response. "oh Belphie, don't be so grumpy-" you brought the popsicle up to your lips and kissed it before holding it out to him. "here, try it"

Belphie stared for a moment, tilting his head before leaning forward and chomping a massive chunk off with his sharp teeth, including the part you kissed for him. "gross. i hate this flavor..." he lied, blushing over the kind gesture. "its too sweet."

You couldnt help but giggle, bringing it back to your lips and ate it happily while he kept by your side, "i think I remember you said you liked this flavor because it was so sweet." you glanced at him in the corner of your eye. His entire attention was focused on you, wanting you to just hurry up so he could cuddle you in his bed.

"and honestly, i was craving something super sweet. and i promise, after i fill my sweet tooth, we can go to bed" you booped his nose, watching him scrunch it in response.

He made a slight huff, moving in front of you and rudely knocked the popsicle from your hand. "hey-!" you whined but were muffled quickly by him kissing you, cupping your face. Your eyes fluttered as you melted into the kiss, gently holding his wrists. It didn't take long for him to close the space between you two, guiding your arms over his shoulders before wrapping his arms around your middle.

there were times were Belphie was so tender and so soft, caressing your back so gently while giving you just the warmest little kisses and you wanted nothing more than to drift away in that moment, tangling your fingers in his loose hair. His kiss was sweet and warm, like a dream.

You let out a soft breath as he kissed the corner of your lips, moving to your jaw and down to your neck. "B-belphie-" you gasped as he littered kisses from your neck to your collarbone, his hands slipping under your shirt to touch your back skin to skin.

You couldn't help but get swept away in the moment, running your nails through his hair. "I-i want you..." you moaned.

He purred against your neck before letting out a chuckle. "i guess you just needed me to fill your sweet tooth.” he held your cheek and pressed a kiss. "lets go, I'm already super tired." he moved to hold your hand, tugging you to leave.

"but the mess- lucifer will get mad" You said, reaching for the little puddle forming around the melting popsicle only to feel Belphie's tail wrap around your wrist and direct you to look at him.

He smirked, "let him get mad" he brought you in for another kiss, "cmon I know a way to help you to sleep."

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katsukistrustychurchshoos · 10 months

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Bro I'm just- look. Hear me for a second 😭😭!!

IM LOOKING FOR AN 'OBEY ME! SWD?' FAN FIC WITH ALL THE BROTHERS BEING HURT BY A BEAST, AND NOW ARE HURT, AND MC HELPS THEM AND I NEED TO READ IT AGAIN IT'S BEEN SO LONG THAT I THINK I'M GOING CRAZY!!

Please help a fellow member of the OM! Mc community 🙏🙏.

It was so beautifully written and it had banners from the places they would go to (mc)

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #obey me luci x reader #obey me lucifer x mc #obey me mammon x you #obey me mammon x mc #obey me leviathan x reader #leviathan obey me #obey me leviathan x mc #obey me satan x reader #obey me satan x mc #obey me asmodeus x reader #asmodeus x reader #obey me beel x mc #obey me beel x reader #belphegor x reader #belphie x reader #belphegor x gn!reader

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zephyrchama · 25 days

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Mammon stares down at his youngest brother snoozing away on your lap. Belphegor has made himself at home with your thigh as a makeshift pillow. It’s far from the first time this has happened, and very unlikely to be the last. Any more, he just walks over and does it, falling asleep within moments without even asking. He’ll wake up if you try to stand. As long as you can still study, read, or scroll your D.D.D., it’s usually not too bothersome and easier to let Belphegor do what he wants.

The scowl on Mammon’s face says otherwise. “Ya really gonna let him walk, err, sleep all over you like that? How many time’s he done that this week?” He tisks and stomps his foot, looming over you with crossed arms. “Belphie, wake your ass up! Yer big bro has a bone to pick with you!”

You feel a warm exhalation on your leg. Belphegor seems to be sighing, but doesn’t bother opening his eyes or acknowledging Mammon in any other way, much to the elder’s chagrin.

“Push him off!” Mammon insists.

“I’m flattered you think I’m strong enough to push a full grown demon off of me,” you admit, lightly ruffling Belphegor’s hair. “But, no. I’m not.”

“Don’t encourage ‘im!” Mammon grabs Belphegor by the collar.

At this provocation, the youngest curls an arm under your thigh and nudges his nose into the fabric of your clothes. He refuses to budge. “They don’t mind it, so just leave us alone.” Belphegor’s muffled voice sounds tired and annoyed.

“Belphie, let go! Ugh, use your pact!” Mammon literally growls. “Don’t coddle this jerk, you spoil him too much!”

“Don’t yell at me about it! I’m just sitting here!” you pout. ”And Belphie, watch where you’re grabbing.” It’s not your fault these guys go crazy over you. “Pact orders are painful for you guys, yeah? I don’t want to go through all that trouble. I’m still learning how to control the magic and it’s not worth it right now.”

“Hah? You kiddin’ me?” Mammon taps his foot and gnashes his teeth as Belphegor gives him the cold shoulder. “Fine then. Be that way.”

He goes to walk away, but abruptly turns back and returns. It’s evident when Mammon gets a new idea into his head. You can practically see the light bulb pop up over his head as he dons a cheeky grin.

“Spread your legs for me,” he demands.

“What?” Now you’re staring at him, disbelief etched into your features. You knew Mammon had the occasional lewd thought but even for him this was brazen. Maybe his brothers are right and he’s finally lost it.

“Spread your legs for the Great Mammon! C’mon!”

Belphegor snorts and turns his head ever so slightly, just enough to give his dumb older brother the evil eye. Mammon is tired of waiting and seizes his chance to yank your knees apart. By your own admission, you can’t fight the strength of a full grown demon.

“You’ve got two legs, there’s plenty a room for two demons here.” There isn’t exactly much space, but Mammon lays his head back on your thigh and grins up at you, bumping his noggin against Belphegor in the process.

Ah. You realize this was his goal and Mammon was just being too stubborn to come out and say it.

Your face grew hot. It felt weird to manspread with two doting demons on your legs. “You really could have phrased that better.”

“Whatddya mean?”

You sigh. “Think about it.”

Belphegor exhales again, probably laughing under his breath this time as he re-adjusts his arm to a cozier position.

Mammon is content just to admire you from below until he connects the dots, and a deep red blush spreads across his face. He turns, winding his arms around your back to better hide his face in the folds of your shirt.

He closes his eyes against you, his nose brushing against your side. “I don’ wanna think ‘bout anything. I work too hard, just lemme rest here a while.”

You allow it, ruffling his hair knowing full well you coddle both of them too much.

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my-names-angel-but-im-not-one · 2 months

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Petty mc #4

*everyone playing the guessing game in HOL*

MC: alright guys guess who am I?

Everyone: okay!

MC: *starts to slouch* ""yeah Lilith died because of God , now I'll never forgive humans , even though they have nothing to do with it!!"" *Starts to fake strangle themselves*

Everyone:

MC: alright guess now that was a pretty good acting !

Belphie: *sweating* I don't like this game anymore.....

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another-lost-mc · 4 months

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Okay but what if, before MC is taken to the future by nightbringer, they had a big fight with the brothers?

Like, they fought about something and said something along the lines 'go away' ' I don't want to see you', but then, when you don't return they start feeling guilty.

At first they'll think you're angry and don't want to talk with them, but when time passes and you don't return they start to get so worried, looking everywhere for you, regretting that the, possibly, last words they said to you were harsh confrontation.

The angst potential 😭😭 how do you think each of the bros would react?

😈🍬 anon

a/n: well, nightbringer sure is a blessing for angst fans.

the worst goodbye | the demon brothers

2.8k words | gn!reader | sfw | angst

cw: mentions of lesson 16 in belphie's part.

Lucifer goes to his office and pretends that he's not angry. He attempts to distract himself with paperwork, but all he does is read the same paragraph a few times over and over again before he throws the page down with a huff. He taps his pen against his desk while he sifts through the emotions clouding his mind. All he felt earlier was wounded pride—that's why he scolded you with more force than necessary, speaking with his cruel, barbed tongue but regretting it just as quickly. He admires and loathes your feisty temper. You're his stubborn, brave little human that stands up to him when most demons wouldn't dare to try.

He plans his apology like a mantra and goes to your room; he knows if he's sincere, you'll give him a chance to make things right. You don't answer your door when he knocks, and he peeks his head inside to confirm that you're not there. He sends you a message with his D.D.D. and shuffles awkwardly in the hallway while he waits for a reply. He asks in the family group chat, but no one's seen you recently and he ignores the initial tendrils of icy fear that make his chest feel tight. Surely you wouldn't have stormed off in a sulk? But he checks the rest of the house and his brothers realize slowly that something is wrong—you wouldn't just leave. Lucifer searches for you himself, around the House of Lamentation and all around the Devildom, searching for anyone that might've seen you, or any hint of where you've gone. But in the early twilight hours, he pours a glass of Demonus that remains untouched while he stares absently into the fire of his private study. His heart freezes over in your absence. Your warmth thawed his icy demeanor, and the roaring fire crackling nearby can't stop the chills that wrack through him when he tells himself that you're gone and he has no one to blame but himself.

You rarely fight with Mammon these days, but when you do, it spirals out of control. He spits out scathing remarks about how he's sick of you trying to pry your nose into his business because he hates admitting that you're right. You try so desperately not to yell (or cry, or both) when you plead with him to forget about whatever risky scheme he's got planned. It's not worth risking Lucifer's wrath and whatever punishment lies in store when Mammon's plan inevitably fails to his own detriment. He stalks away and ignores the sound of your voice cracking in pain when you call his name one last time—and maybe if he were less incensed, he would stop and turn around and apologize. But today he feels particularly stubborn and he doesn't look back. He fully intends on leaping in his car and driving off into the night to burn off some steam, but he slumps against his bedroom door with his head in his hands and tries to remember why he was so angry with you to begin with. He can't pinpoint the reason and he knows you only have his best intentions at heart.

It feels like hours later when he ends up outside your door, head down and tail tucked firmly between his legs. He shouts through the wood when you don't answer and he swears he didn't mean it, that he'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you. You're too patient and kind and loving for your own good, and he tempts fate every time he takes your forgiveness for granted. He opens the door and scratches his head in confusion when he realizes you're not there. He spots one of his brothers at the end of the hall, and his confusion sours into something ashy on his tongue when he asks him where you are. I haven't seen them—we all thought they were with you!

Leviathan plays his game, tapping the buttons on his handheld with more force than necessary, as simmering anger from your fight earlier darkens his mood. He didn't mean to forget about your lunch date, so why did you get so mad? Maybe calling you a worse nag than Lucifer was over the top, but he planned on making it up to you later! He gets lost in his thoughts and plays his game until he realizes it's been a couple hours and his D.D.D. has been surprisingly silent. Sometimes you message him and invite him to talk things out in your room once you've both had time to calm down. He has no idea what it means that you've ignored him all this time and when he tries to message you first, they go unanswered. He shuffles to your room guiltily and hopes you'll be willing to talk face-to-face. It's almost dinner time, and maybe if you're feeling up to it, he can take you out for dinner. He even canceled his raid tonight so he can spend the evening curled with you on the sofa watching movies instead.

He doesn't expect to hear a commotion as he walks down the stairs to the first floor, and his brothers are crowded outside your room in various states of panic. Lucifer sees him and rushes to explain what's going on, but the words turn to radio static in Levi's head. He doesn't even notice that he drops his D.D.D. and it clatters to the ground, cracking the corner of the plastic case you gave him as a present not too long ago. Instead of cuddling with you on the sofa that night, he curls around his body pillow in the tub, his tail twitching noisily against the porcelain while he buries his head and deafens his whimpers in the tear-stained cotton. Come back, come back, please come back—

When the rage subsides, Satan glances wearily around his room and the terrible mess he's made. Some of his favourite books are ripped and torn to shreds across the floor, but the sight hurts less than the memory of your heartbroken face crumpling in pain as you fought back tears. He's done many terrible things in his life he's not proud of, but insinuating you don't care about him might be the lowest blow he could use during a fight. You've only wanted what's best for him, and you try so hard to show the world that he's more than the violent, angry creature that lurks deep inside him.

If only the world could see you the way I do.

Regret quickens his steps and he leaves the broken chaos in his room to find you because he shouldn't have even let you go. Why did it take him so long to apologize? He doesn't deserve it, but if you'll only give him a chance, he swears to himself he'll make it up to you. He hastily wipes away the tears pooling in the corner of his eyes when he notices his brothers lingering outside your room. They're too distraught to notice the sharp bite in his words when he demands to know what's going on and where you are. Nothing they say makes any sense—you wouldn't just leave, right? He’s the first to tear through the house in a panic to find you, ignoring his brothers’ nervous pleas for him to calm down. You're nowhere to be found and eventually he returns to his room in a trance. No one knows how long he stands there, trembling with regret and shame and fury that someone or something dared take you away from him. All his brothers know, judging by the noise echoing through the halls, is that his room is nearly destroyed as he unleashed his heartbreak in a maelstrom of destructive rage.

Asmodeus takes another selfie and posts it on Devilgram. He hopes the notification will pop up on your D.D.D. and you'll see him having the time of his life at The Fall. He wants you to see it—he hopes it fills you with regret for arguing with him earlier. He doesn't fight with you often, but your tongues are both sharp and laced with venom when you do face off against each other. He enjoyed the anxious gleam in your eye when he backed you into a wall and leaned down so you were nearly nose-to-nose, the sweet scent of his lip gloss lingering in the gap between you while he cooed about how pathetic you looked. But that was almost an hour ago, and he can only pretend for so long that he doesn't regret leaving you stunned and hurt in the front hall when he waltzed out the door and slammed it behind him. The pounding music can't drown out the wicked things he said to you, and the crowd can't distract him from your absence that weighs heavily in his heart. There are many demons nearby who'd kill for his attention, but he knows deep down that the only hands he wants roaming over his body are yours.

It's not long after that he pushes his way out of the club and into the cool night air, but he still hasn't heard from you. Surely you've seen his Devilgram posts by now? You're smart enough to recognize his desperate ploys for attention. Your attention. Are you ignoring him on purpose? Maybe he deserves it, but he's anxious to talk to you and sends you a message on his walk home anyway. Message could not be delivered. The red text pops up on his screen, and he frowns and tries again. Message could not be delivered. He quickens his pace as he taps your contact name and calls you instead. Is there something wrong with your D.D.D.? "The number you have dialed is not in service."

He breaks into a run until the House of Lamentation peeks into view ahead. He bursts through the door and ignores Lucifer's angry shouts behind him as he rushes down the hall to your room, but all he sees is one of your favourite club outfits laid out on your bed, as if you were getting ready to come see him after all. Where are you? His brothers hover behind him and he borrows one of their phones so he can try calling you again. He tells himself that it must be a problem with his D.D.D. because no other explanation makes sense. "The number you have dialed is—" Asmo whimpers pitifully while he listens to the robotic voice drone on speaker for everyone to hear, and his brothers finally realize that something is wrong and split up to search for you. He chokes out your name and slumps onto your bed, inhaling your familiar scent when he holds your shirt, one that he bought you, to his face and sobs. He can hear his brothers' heavy footfalls throughout the house while they look for you, but deep down, he already knows you're gone.

Beel glances at the stands and wipes sweat and dirt from his brow. He can spot his brothers easily enough—it's hard to miss them, with the way Asmo's waving the glittery handmade sign with his name in bold pink lettering—but he doesn't see you. There's an empty space between Mammon and Levi where you normally sit, and they've kept it free for when—if—you show up. You've never missed one of his games, not ever. Maybe the argument earlier upset you more than he realized. He knows you don't normally eat his food on purpose. He knows you meant it when you sputtered apologies when you realized your mistake. He knows how hurt you were when he shouted at you in a hungry rage. The rest of the game passes by in a blur. He moves on autopilot, his mood growing more and more despondent each time he checks the crowd and realizes you're still not there. He barely recognizes his team's happy cheers when the game ends in victory. He has a quick shower and makes his excuses to his teammates because he already has plans for dinner tonight, with you, hopefully. He stops by Hell's Kitchen and picks up your favourite takeaway order and heads home. It's a peace offering, one of many apologies he owes you.

By the time he knocks on your door, he's eager to see you. Silence. He knocks again and waits, and he hesitantly pushes the door open when his greeting goes unanswered. You're not in your room, and after a quick search of the house, he realizes you're not anywhere. He visits your room over and over again as if you'll finally pop out and tell him you were just teasing him, because you wouldn't ever leave him on purpose, right? His name on a handmade sign on your bed, and one of his old jerseys he gave you, are all that you left behind and he wonders if he would've been able to stop you leaving had he come home to you sooner. (Your takeaway dinner remains uneaten in the fridge in case you come back, and Beel refuses to eat it himself or let anyone else eat it either. One of his brothers has to throw it away when it eventually turns rancid—Beel can't bring himself to do it, because it means admitting you may never come back.)

Belphie doesn't like sleeping alone. Most nights if he sleeps alone, it's by choice—his choice. Tonight should've ended like most nights do: with the both of you sharing the bed in the attic. He sleeps better when you're close. You're a warm weight curled against him, and the smell of your shampoo and your minty breath are small comforts when he has bad dreams. Sometimes he wakes up in a panic, his shirt damp with cold sweat, and he listens for your quiet snores, proof that you're alive, that the nightmare of your windpipe crushed in his deadly grip isn't real. Belphie sleeps in the attic alone tonight because you decided you needed space. It's petty revenge for earlier when he woke up from a nap in a foul mood and snapped at you in his frustration. He fluffs his pillow and his bottom lip juts out in a pout. He can't get comfortable and it's your fault. The house grows quiet as his brothers retire to their rooms and fall asleep, and Belphie senses when you finally drift off to sleep too. If he wakes up before you tomorrow, he'll crawl into your bed and hope that you'll be more receptive to his apology when you wake up.

It takes longer than usual but he finally falls asleep and feels content. Even when he's unconscious, he instinctively reaches for your presence and it calms him. Your dreamscape is like a little pond, and he watches from his own nearby shore as your thoughts pass by in a blur, like slick oil paintings skimming over a watery surface. He doesn't like to intrude on your dreams if he can help it—he only interferes when he senses them slipping into nightmares instead. He tells himself it's not selfish to erase them for you, but the truth is that he's not sure he can stomach seeing his own face reflected in your dreams anymore, not with its wicked sneer and bloodstained teeth. He's not sure he forgives himself for what he did to you, and he wonders if you've truly forgiven him too.

Something odd in your dreamscape shifts suddenly and it catches Belphie's attention. The images in your subconscious grow murky and twisted, like they're being sucked down into some unseen void. Your presence is like sand falling through his fingertips, and it's harder and harder for him to feel you. He reaches out to your mind to wake you up because he doesn't know what's wrong, but something about this scares him. He jolts awake in the attic, chest heaving with the final memory of something snapping in his mind, like the cord that tethered you to him was suddenly cut. Eventually his brothers get up too and he can hear the commotion coming from down the stairs. He makes his way to your room in a trance before they can come find him. He already knows what his brothers are struggling to understand, the truth that no one can explain. You're gone somewhere far away, impossibly out of his reach, and he dreads falling asleep and feeling the void your absence left behind.

Sleep evades him until he forces himself to try and rest, and he finds himself in your bed instead of his own. He curls himself around your pillow underneath your sheets, clinging to the last whiffs of your scent, and he hopes you'll wake him up and tell him this was nothing but a bad dream. (Your scent fades away long before the nightmare ends, and he stops sleeping in your room after that.)

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strawberry-cowmilk · 6 months

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playing with the brothers' hair

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

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Lucifer

it's only allowed in his room or office when he's absolutely 100% sure nobody can walk in on him getting his hair played with by you, especially his brothers

you can tell he loves it, he just won't admit it plus he denies it

like come on lucifer sir you're literally closing your eyes and leaning into the touch

bring that up and no more playing with his hair for a week though

Mammon

he's like 'sure if you absolutely want to you can play with my hair, totally not because I want it, no way'

when you play with his hair he's so happy, and after you're done he's in a very good mood

like levi was surprised when mammon actually passed him the salt at dinner

mammon lets you try to do silly hairstyles on him, he shows you a picture on his ddd and asks if you'd like to recreate it

Leviathan

he is very surprised of course, and when he lets you he jumps away after one stroke

but he comes back just as quickly, blushing he asks if you could gently run your fingers through his hair

not only do you play with levi's natural hair, but he lets you style his cosplay wigs as well (while he's wearing them)

anyways, you playing with his hair really calms him down after losing a game or watching a sad show

Satan

he thinks it could be a nice bonding moment to let you play with his hair while he reads

maybe he can even read to you

his hair is surprisingly soft too meanwhile all he uses to take care of it is water and shampoo

satan really loves it too but he's kind of casual about it, he calmly asks if you could play with his hair whenever you're alone

one time he actually fell asleep while you were doing it

Asmodeus

he's been waiting for this moment

he pulls out his collection of products and accessories and lets you do whatever you want to his hair

as long as you're not making him look silly on purpose it's all okay

if you don't want to use products but just want to feel his hair that's okay too of course

but he loved it a little too much, so now you have to do it every day

Beelzebub

of course he lets you play with his hair

the first time you did it he was eating a pizza, you know he loved the feeling of you playing with his hair when he actually put the pizza away to smile at you and tell you he is loving this a lot

now beel asks you to do it after his visit to the gym (after he showered of course)

it really helps him relax after his intense workouts

Belphegor

he's very happy on the inside when you ask him, but he just says 'sure go ahead'

just make sure his hair doesn't get too tangled because he thinks it's a pain to brush everything out later

after literally one minute he fell asleep, that's how much he was enjoying it

now every time before he wants to nap and you're around, he gives you that kind of look you know means 'come play with my hair please'

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slutifer · 3 days

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Solomon: mc isn’t feeling well, so how ‘bout i take over their cooking duty tonight?

Lucifer: is that a fuckin’ threat

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minimallyminnie · 11 months

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

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

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

Lucifer

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Lucifer, you should eat more. -[MC]”

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

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

Happy knowing that Lucifer at least ate.

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

He’s capable damn it!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mammon

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

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

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

…you know he’s not weak.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hell Soy Sauce Flavored Cup Ramen??

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

He picks up his chopsticks and takes a bite.

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

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

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

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

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

He thinks he finally has a favorite food now.

Leviathan

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

He was made for war and bloodshed against demons

Now he’s become what he sworn to kill

What…what’s out there for him anymore?

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

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

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

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

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

He hates himself

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Levi shuts his door and opens the gift nervously

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

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

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

Satan

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

But it does somehow happen.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But.

You never stray away.

Shouldn’t an attendant rationalize their situation?!

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

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

You’re patient with him.

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

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

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

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

“Can I hang out with you for a bit?”

He always nods and lets you in

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

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

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

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

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

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

Asmodeus

Oh as if you aren’t his gift already!

Jokes aside, he is wary of you

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

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

Good heavens devildom, that would be his death wish!

He frequently looks up at the heavy clouds over the Devildom

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

Here where he looks like a freak.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, until you came.

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

But you know him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And you smile.

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

You called him beautiful.

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

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

His lust for you turned into something else.

Beelzebub

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Died. Died alone. Died falling in pain.

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

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

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

He ruins.

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

He hates it.

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

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

(You already knew how he was.)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His eyes just sparkle and his mouth gapes at the sight

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

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

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

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

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

Belphegor

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

He followed Beel who followed Mammon who then followed Lucifer

He loved Lucifer but…

His sister…died

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

And he lost his sister.

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

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

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

No. It’s his fault.

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

It’s all his fault from the start.

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

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

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

She’s gone and it’s because of him.

He should’ve died that day.

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

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

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

…he sees how Beel looks at you though.

How he feels some sort of familiarity like…

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

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

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

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

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

And then go about your day.

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

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

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

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

…

Wow…you really do care that much.

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

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

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

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

As always, thank you for reading!

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luxthestrange · 9 months

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Incorrect quotes#871 Luke & Mc day!

Kidnapper: I have your demonic father

Luke: which one, I have seven?

Kidnapper: the loud, annoying one that never shuts up

Luke:...

Luke: WHICH ONE, I HAVE SEVEN?!?-...Can you keep them for the rest of the day I want a day with Mommy/Daddy Mc, please

Kidnapper: ...

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leviathism · 2 years

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gender neutral reader

“Goodnight!” You shouted down the hallway before you shut your door, unable to not smile after you heard the muffled replies of the brothers shouting back to you.

Climbing into bed had never been a difficult task and today it was no different. With you safe under your covers and your phone to distract you, you were perfectly content.

But, then, of course, Mammon came marching in as he had always done since your first week here. However, you had grown so used to this that it no longer disrupted the peace anymore.

So, you ignored him and simply lifted up the covers for him to slide into.

After a few minutes of DevilTok, you threw your phone onto your nightstand and covered yourself up with your blanket. You were finally ready to sleep.

Mammon curled closer, his face hidden in the blanket over your stomach. You smoothed his hair down, smiling at how he only pressed closer at the touch.

Your door creaked open. You raised your head but you were unable to tell who it was. They settled on the side opposite of where Mammon had gotten in and rubbed your shoulder gently instead of saying anything.

The lamp turned on. It was Satan. You rolled onto your stomach, trying to shield your eyes from the light. Mammon grumbled, annoyed that he could no longer hide his face in your body comfortably.

Your door once again creaked open. You groaned.

Another weight to the bed. Someone had decided to lay on your back. Four people in your bed was too unusual. You peeked an eye open.

Mammon was baring his teeth like a feral animal at whoever was on top of you. You would bet a thousand Grimm that it was Belphie.

You looked to your right. Satan wasn’t even reading his book and was instead looking at you.

You rolled your eyes. You knew what was happening. Your demons had once again came to the conclusion that you were human with a human lifespan.

You decided to just let them angst this one out.

The door opened and this time, two pairs of footsteps wondered to your bed. “Sorry, hun,” Asmo whispered as he crawled over you and Mammon. “Wanted to see you.”

“Uh huh…” Levi took his spot on the outside of your legs, your left calf acting as a cushion for his head. You prayed that you wouldn’t accidentally kick him in your sleep.

Then you heard the crunching of chips and a crinkle of a bag. You hadn’t even noticed him walk in.

You moaned into your pillow, exhausted beyond belief. “Beel, please stop eating. I know it sucks to be told that, but go outside if you’re going to crunch.”

There was an incoherent reply and then silence. The edge of the mattress dipped down. Satan turned his lamp off.

You worked on ignoring all of them, closing your eyes tightly and hoping for the best. Asmo dragged his manicured nails up and down your arm and it pulled you into a sleepy haze. You hummed out your appreciation and Asmo giggled tiredly in response.

You felt yourself rocking in and out of sleep, even drooling with how at peace you were. Maybe it wasn’t so bad having six demons in bed with you. Maybe it was worth it for this amount of comfort.

And then your door slammed open.

“Get out of their room, now.” A deadly aura made you choke on air, shivering violently. Lucifer was in his demon form and livid.

Belphie jolted awake on your back, making you gasp in pain as his elbows and knees dug into you. Mammon reacted, scrambling to pull you out from under him.

“Mammon,” Belphie growled, easing his weight back down onto you. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“What do ya think YOU’RE doing?!” Mammon huffed, irritated. “You’re hurtin’ ‘em!”

“They’re fine. They can handle it.” He patted you on the head. How were they ignoring Lucifer? You shifted warily under his weight, unable to see anything happening.

Lucifer started stomping over. You shrunk under Belphie, trying to hide.

“Who do you two think you are, ignoring me?” Lucifer loomed over you three, Levi rolling away to avoid confrontation. “You will all go to your own rooms immediately. The rest of you as well.”

“Lucifer!” Asmodeus whined, leaning into a dozing Beelzebub’s side. “Why can’t we stay? What’s the harm?”

“They were just about to sleep but someone decided to wake them back up,” Satan glowered up at Lucifer. “I think you should be the one to leave.”

“Oh my god, Lucifer just let them stay.” You took matters into your own hands, rubbing at your face tiredly. You wanted no more arguing tonight. “Thanks, but if I didn’t want them here I would’ve gotten rid of them long ago myself. Stay or leave, I don’t care just please turn off the lights.”

He walked away and flipped the switch, darkness fortunately covering the entire room once again. You relaxed and felt Belphie nuzzle into the nape of your neck.

You heard a chair being dragged on your wooden floor and then Lucifer sitting down. You rolled your eyes. Of course he would choose to stay but not be in the bed.

Now, with everything and everyone finally settled in for the night, you got to thinking.

How could all of them be upset over the same thing at once? You think quietly as you can in your bed filled with eight people and come to a damning conclusion. One that makes your stomach twist painfully.

“You had a family movie night without me, didn’t you? And it had someone dying long before someone else, didn’t it?” The sound of breathing stops, seven pairs of eyes stare at you, all conveying different degrees of guilt. “What the hell?”

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sunshowerwriting · 10 months

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Pact Marks

(Obey Me!) Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor x Gender Neutral Reader (Separate)

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Where the pack marks are and how the brothers react to seeing them.

I am very behind in obey me and i still dont know if im gonna get back into the game but i <3 the boys so even if im way behind im gonna keep writing for them. also i know this has been done a million times but i wanted to write one too so :3

Lucifer;

His pact mark showed up right below your collarbone on the right side of your body. It was in a private enough place that it wasn’t noticeable 90% of the time, but if you ever wore anything low cut or were ever shirtless then there was no way of hiding it.

He had no intention of seeing it at first. He felt no need, it was just a silly pack mark there was no need for him to search it out. And he certainly didn't think he'd feel as drawn to it as he did when he finally saw it.

When he did finally see it he was enthralled. He was so mesmerized by the little symbol that he had to stop you from doing whatever you were doing so he could just stare at it. (And maybe touch it if you would let him.)

It was a hot day in the devildom. Hotter than it had been in a very long time and there was no way you were going to let yourself get heat stroke while you were here. So you chose to wear a tanktop that had as little fabric on your body as possible. You hadn't even thought that your pack marks would be on display; you simply wanted some relief from the sweltering heat. However, your housemates did not let you by that easily. Or specifically one house mate, one that you least expect.

You were just leaving your room for something to drink but before you could get the sweet liquid your body desired Lucifer stopped you.

“Y/n, face me.”

You knew better than to decline a request like that so you turned around hoping to get whatever this was finished with as soon as possible. But what you weren’t prepared for was Lucifer just staring at you.

It made you a little self-conscious at first. But the self-conscious feeling quickly turns into amusement when you realize what he was staring at.

“Your pact mark.” You said teasingly.

His eyes didn't move from your chest. So you offered your next question with caution.

“Do you wanna touch it?”

Mammon;

His pact mark showed up on your left side right on your ribs. There was no way anyone was seeing this unless they caught you changing or you offered to show it to them. Which was bad for Mammon.

He wanted to know where it was immediately. But he wasn’t just gonna admit that to you. So he took it upon himself to pay extra close attention to any bit of exposed skin you had. Every time your shirt rode up or you took off your shoes he was examining your exposed skin with a magnifying glass.

When he finally gave in and asked you (albeit in a very roundabout way) to show him you were more than happy to do so. He was a little thrown off at you showing so much skin to him but after the shock he was really surprised by the pack mark. It's almost like he didn’t believe that it was his pack mark.

“Sure I’ll show you.” Your words were nonchalant if not a little amused at Mammon's question.

You immediately moved to lift your shirt. It may have been better if you had just taken it off but either way lifting it certainly did the job. And there on full display was Mammons pact mark. Mammon had averted his eyes briefly when you started lifting your shirt but when you made an impatient noise he looked back at you reluctantly.

His eyes immediately met with his pact mark sitting on your ribcage. The little symbol fit perfectly there and he seemed to be in a state of disbelief. His eyes were wider than normal and his jaw hung slack.

“Why are you making that face?”

Your words shook him out of his little trance and his eyes shot up to your face.

“I’m not makin a face!” He said, placing his hands on his hips.

You rolled your eyes at him but didn't say anything else on the matter. His eyes went back to the pack mark while you slowly put your shirt back down, covering the little mark.

Mammon would definitely need to see that again at a later date.

Leviathan;

His mark showed up on the outside of your right thigh. It was an odd place in your opinion, but the more you thought about it the more you realized just how perfect it was for the avatar of envy.

Levi hadn’t thought about it initially. In his mind he knew you had a pack mark now but it hadn't crossed his mind that you'd ever want to show it to him. But as time went on he did get a little curious. Not enough to ask you about it but enough to start theorizing about where it might be.

Eventually you brought it up. Asked if he wanted to see it and with some coaxing you convinced him to let you show it to him. He was… embarrassed to say the least.

When you started unbuttoning your pants Levi started to freak out. You assumed this would happen so you tried not to pay it too much attention. Simply muttering a “calm down” and continuing your action of trying to show him the mark. Once you had pulled your pants down and turned your body to show the little mark Levi had taken it upon himself to cover his eyes with his hands.

“Levi come on, You're not gonna see anything.”

He mumbled something incoherent but with a bit more prying you got him to look at you. And as soon as his eyes made contact with his pact mark his face went a whole new shade of red.

“It's there!” He practically shouted while trying to avert his eyes again.

But now that he knew where the mark was he was having trouble keeping his eyes off of it. That seemed to be the way it was with most of the brothers and their pack marks, it was like they were drawn to them. Levi was certainly trying to fight that feeling however.

You laughed at the demon, and started to reach to put your pants back on. You thought you were sparing him the embarrassment or at least some of it but much to your surprise Levi stopped you before you could cover up again.

“Wait! Can you… can you let me look at it a little longer?”

Satan;

Satan's mark appeared on the inside of your wrist on your dominant hand. It was one of the most obvious places any of your pack marks had been thus far and truthfully that shouldn’t come as much of a shock.

He saw it right away. He tried to play it cool. He wasn't even that attached to you so why would he go crazy over a little pack mark. But if you paid close enough attention to him his eyes would linger on your wrist every chance he would get.

But when he actually gave in and took a moment to REALLY look at it he didn't even bother asking.

You found yourself situated comfortably in the library. Cozied up reading and enjoying your moment of peace. You were bound to get interrupted eventually but who interrupted you came as a bit of a shock.

“Y/n.”

Satan came to sit next to you on the sofa with the simple greeting and you put down what you were reading for a moment to see what he was going to do. He glanced at you for a moment before gesturing to a table on the other side of you.

“Would you hand me that book?” He asked.

You did as you were asked and handed him the little book that was sitting on the other side of you. When turning to hand it to him though you were stopped in your tracks when he grabbed your wrist and not the book.

“What are you—“

Your words died in your throat when you realized what he was doing. Satan's eyes were boring holes into your wrist, right where your pact mark was placed. His eyes tracing every curve and line of the mark.

You were content to let him do whatever he wanted so you both sat quietly for some time as he looked at the mark that bound you together.

Asmodeus;

His was below your belly button. It was fitting and when you realized where it was you knew there was no way you'd let him see it right away. Perhaps you wanted to tease him or maybe you just didn't feel comfortable enough yet. But no matter how fitting the placement was, you weren't showing him right away.

Asmo begged to see it. He had so many ideas of where it could be, and considering he couldn’t find it on any of your exposed skin, his ideas were getting worse and worse as time went on.

You eventually gave in and let him see it and he was in love immediately. He would not stop looking at it and cooing over how good it looked on you.

“Alright, fine!”

You were more than a little frustrated at Asmo’s constant begging but at this point you didn’t actually mind showing him the pack mark that much. So you might as well show him now and get it over with.

Asmo was very excited. You could tell just by looking at him that he was bubbling with anticipation and excitement. His eyes did not stop looking over you for even a second while you prepared yourself to show him the pack mark.

With a quick motion you lifted your shirt and adjusted your pants to expose the little mark. Asmos eyes widened way before he could even see the mark but when his eyes finally landed on it he let out a gasp. He was enamored by the little mark and he reached out to place his hands on your sides. It was as if he was making sure you weren't going to go anywhere.

“How has it taken you so long to show me this?” He whined.

You shook your head at him but said nothing. Deciding to let him marvel at the little mark for however long he’d behave.

Beelzebub;

His mark appeared on your left shoulder. You actually couldn’t find it at first. Like you knew one had appeal but you could not figure out where it was, but eventually you did catch sight of it. It was in a place that someone else could maybe see depending on what you were wearing but you yourself weren’t able to get a great look at it most of the time.

Beel hadn’t thought about it much. He kinda forgot you even had a pack mark for a while but even when the thought crossed his mind he didn't have the biggest urge to see it either.

He did see it eventually though. You didn't make a point to show him but you just so happened to be wearing something that shows off your shoulders and there it was. Beel was very nonchalant about it.

You had been looking for Beel for a while. You had to give him something from Lucifer and you were looking to get the errandend over quickly so you could go back to whatever it was you actually had planned for the day. And luckily for you you finally found Beel eating a snack in one of the sitting rooms.

“Beel, I have something for you.” You said striding over to where he sat.

He freed his hands momentarily to take whatever it was you were giving him but he didn’t look too thrilled with it.

“It’s from Lucifer… Obviously.”

You laughed as Beel’s face scrunched up at your words but you paid it no mind as you turned around and began walking out of the room. As your back was turned to him you weren't able to catch the face he made when his eyes came in contact with your pack mark. His eyes went wide for a moment and he tried to map out the mark before you really left the room.

He didn’t say anything, just quietly let you go as he stared a hole into your shoulder. He had never had any interest in seeing the little mark before. But now, well maybe he would ask to see the mark again some time in the future.

Belphegor;

His mark appeared on the top of your right foot. It wasn't center to your foot though, it was slightly to the outside of your body. You found it pretty quickly as you do have to take off your shoes and socks pretty regularly, but the mark wasn't so out there that someone would see it every day.

Belphie was curious and he asked you almost immediately where it was and if he could see it. He had no shame in the question and if you really didn’t want to show him you could always say no.

He was quite intrigued by it when he saw it. There was no way he was going to be genuine about that though. So he resorted to staring at it and making a snarky comment.

“So can I see it?”

You shrugged at Belphie’s request to see the pack mark. You’ve gone through this before and at this point you really didn’t mind showing him. So you sat down and took off your shoe, revealing the little mark on the top of your foot. Belphie looked at the mark with a strange look on his face, you almost wanted to ask what was up,but you kept the question to yourself as he continued to gaze at the mark.

“That's it?”

You rolled your eyes at him but he didn’t even look up so you assumed he didn’t even notice. You could tell he was actually quite interested in the mark and you know how he can be so you let him act that way. But if he wasn’t going to ask the question you assumed he wanted to then you would offer for him. You moved your foot closer to him which made him flinch and look up at you. You only gave him an exasperated look before gesturing to your foot with your hand and spoke.

“Go on, touch it.”

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demonvibez · 1 month

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mature (mdni) · penetration, semi public, somno, cock warming

The stars above in the Devildom sky always look beautiful this time of night, but they're nothing compared to the stars behind your eyes as Belphegor continues to thrust into your tight little hole. The two of you had cuddled up in his usual napping spot in the Planetarium, and one thing lead to another . . .

Moans spill from your lips and bounce off the walls, moonlight highlighting the look of ecstasy on your face. He can't keep his violet eyes off of you, and yours can't help but to take in all of his features ~

Soft bovine patterns cascade down his body like clouds in a gentle wind, the starlight illuminating him for you to see his perfection. Your eyes follow the trail to see it flows around his cock and down his thigh, the sight of him sliding in and out of you simply hypnotic.

He leans down to steal a kiss from your lips before trailing down to your neck, his fangs lightly nipping along your skin - he wants more of you; all of you. Desperate, needy; his thrusting becomes rough, the both of you coming undone. The two of you ascend together, sharing in the cosmic bliss. His seed spills into you as you feel the tension in your own body snap, the electric warmth of your climax washing over you with your release.

And with him still buried deep within you, you descend into slumber together. Don't think for a moment he'll be letting you go anytime soon - the Avatar of Sloth has a few sinful ideas he'd like to enact in your dreamscape.

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coriannawrites · 4 months

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Weak at the knees Belphegor who seems the same to you, but his brothers know better.

Weak at the knees Belphegor who keeps pawing for your attention, masking it with a desire to sleep when really it’s about keeping you close to him.

Weak at the knees Belphegor who keeps the pointy parts of his demon form away from you, letting you cuddle the soft fur. Ignore his brother’s comments that he never does that with them. They’re just being petty.

Weak at the knees Belphegor who buys a plushie that reminds him of you, so when you inevitably annoyingly scamper off with his brothers, he has a memento of you. And an accessory for the photo ops he takes and spams your phone with. Maybe it’ll convince you to come home early.

Weak at the knees Belphegor who crushes lesser demons under his heel for speaking bad about you. Then whines to you about how he can’t get the blood out of his pyjamas. What can Belphie say? He can’t let a demon speak bad about his and Beel’s favorite human.

Weak at the knees Belphegor who begrudgingly wakes up from his naps to accompany you wherever you want to go. Lucifer had a fit the first time that happened.

Weak at the knees Belphegor who is always down to talk shit with you about anything you hate. Lucifer, Lucifer, Diavolo, that idiotic teacher who gave you a bad grade, did he say Lucifer?

#belphie my beloved murderer #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #om! belphegor #belphegor x reader #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #gender neutral reader #gn!reader #coriwrites #coripure

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cosmicstarlatte · 11 months

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pick-me-up

lucifer - (kisses the top of your head) just rest your head on my shoulder. there, there. you did great today, i'm proud of you.

mammon - (takes your hand) c'mon, let's get outta here. i'm takin' ya to your favorite place in town! & lemme show ya the baby crows that just hatched!

levi - (says nothing & wraps a comfy blanket around you. he plays your favorite comfort movie & snuggles with you)

satan - (plants soft kisses on your wrists) even on days like these you inspire me & little boots, we thank you. now, go on, rub little boots' belly.

asmo - (holding your hands) lets take some deep breaths together! perfect! we all have our days & that's okay...& you know you'll always have me, right?

beel - (picks you up & kisses your cheek) i got your favorite snacks waiting for you downstairs & your favorite show ready to play.

belphie - (pulls you onto his lap & holds your face) stars can't shine without darkness you know. come on, let's get some fresh air & cuddle okay?

⬦ you might also like: two a.m.︱mc's voicemail︱so this is love︱mc feeling insecure

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mashioca · 4 months

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The Brothers’ + Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon’s reaction to GN!MC teasing them in public 18+

CW! Exhibitionism, degradation (Belphe)

-Lucifer

definitely does it during one of Diavolo’s meetings.

MC decides that they will make it the best time to humiliate Lucifer!

They slowly travel their hands up higher and higher up his thigh before he stops them.

He glares one of his most terrifying glares, only for a second.

When you get home? Make sure you don’t have any plans for the next week.

He uses a riding crop to smack your bare ass against his desk, begging him for forgiveness.

Maybe if you’re good and obey well enough, he will *consider* letting you ride his thigh.

Until then, he wants you to cry out.

“You’re not to please yourself until I hear a genuine apology.”

-Mammon

Mammon’s doing his usual thing, betting his money on casinos.

You decide to come along, why not? It might be fun!

You start to get bored; it’s the same thing over and over again.

You sit on Mammon’s lap; he sees it as an innocent gesture, none the wiser of your plans.

You grind your ass against his crotch, seeing if he can keep up with the game.

Sure enough, he can’t

He drags you off to the nearest bathroom and fucks you right then and there.

“D-Damn it, MC! You just gotta tease me like that, huh? F-fuck..”

-Leviathan

He is live streaming his favorite game, Ruri Tunes!

You’re observing in the background, keeping up with his chat.

His chat seems pretty dead, even with the number of viewers he has.

You decide to fix that.

You get out of the view of the camera and go under the desk Levi’s playing at.

He doesn’t notice anything until he feels something palming against his groin.

He makes a sound, almost like a moan. His face grows bright red.

The rest of the stream consists of him muting and unmuting his microphone as his gameplay gradually gets worse.

“N-Normie! Stop doing—! Hah..”

-Satan

You’re reading with him back at RAD’s library.

You're reading a book you randomly picked based on the title, but a specific scene makes you think

The scene is about the main love interests finally getting to love each other, but the scene is more spicy than you thought.

You close your book and head over to the demon that’s sitting beside you.

You unzip his pants and take out his member.

Needless to say, he is somewhat pissed that you interrupted his reading time, but at the same time, he isn’t fighting back.

You begin to pump his penis at a rapid pace.

By the end of it, he has a crimson-red blush across his face, and he is breathing heavily.

“MC.. I can’t focus. Do that..hah.. later.”

-Asmodeus

You both are getting ready for a photoshoot. You both are in the changing rooms, trying out outfits.

You both are in nothing but your undergarments.

Something about that clearly excites him, seeing as he has a hard-on

You look at the clock, and you still have 30 minutes before the actual shoot.

You pounce on him, and he gets the hint right away.

You both make it to the shoot barley on time, only with a bit of limping from the both of you.

“You’re so naughty, my dear~! I’ll be sure to please you ♡."

-Beelzabub

You both are at a restaurant that just opened.

He practically BEGGED to go to this place with you.

You had your fill, but Beel still doesn’t show signs of slowing down.

You didn’t bring anything to distract you for the time being, so you decided on the next best thing.

Your foot slowly travels up towards his groin, teasing it lightly.

He doesn’t react much, but a light pink hue is dusted on his cheeks.

Once he finishes his plate, he picks you up and finds a bathroom or empty ally.

When he’s done with his "desert,” you aren’t able to walk at all; you need him to carry you.

“I’m hungry for desert, MC. Can I have you?”

-Belphegor

He doesn’t go out much, but that makes it all the more exciting.

He is sleeping in after class, as usual.

You decide to put his sleepiness to the test.

You crawl under the desk, undo his pants, and watch as his cock springs out.

You go on to suck his dick, maybe for an hour before he wakes up.

When he does, oh boy! He’s going to be a bit more forceful with you.

“Mmnn.. slut.”

-Diavolo

He’s doing his work, with his servants coming in and out and checking up on him.

Little do they know that you’re under his desk.

Diavolo is almost an expert at covering up his emotions.

You take this as a challenge.

You suck on his dick harder, trying to fit his whole member in your mouth.

He finally finishes his paperwork, but now he has a bit more work to take care of.

“Haha, I see what you’re trying to do, MC.”

-Barbatos

He never stays in one place for long, being a butler and all.

The only time he stays still is when he is with Diavolo.

Lucky for you, his tail is sensitive.

When he stops to talk with Diavolo, you’re beside him, stroking his tail.

He’s even better at masking his emotions than Diavolo!

When work is done and everyone is asleep, let’s hope he goes easy on you.

He will tease you with his tail all night if it means you’ll learn a lesson.

“Don’t try these tricks again, especially around Young Master.”

-Solomon

You’re walking around in the House of Lamentation.

He just so happens to run into you as well.

You both walk around the place, talking about random subjects.

He makes some embarrassing comments and talks about embarrassing topics.

You decide to get some well-deserved revenge.

You pull him into an empty hallway.

The next thing you know, you’re grinding against his clothed cock.

He isn’t exactly embarrassed; he has done this to you before!

“Well, look who decided to join in on the fun~.”

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