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dollwrites · 10 months

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I have a request!!! Can you maybe do a dark fic of Yandere Belphie (OM) where the MC reader (fem preferably) somehow accidentally goes into Belphie’s room/cage without being able to get back out? The longing of Belphie as he watches her come and go…but now? She can finally be his.

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, yandere!belphie, noncon, begging, fingering, very brief degradation, touch starved belphie, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

“Don’t leave me,” it was a pathetic and whiny moan against the shell of your ear. one you might have even thought was precious had he not been pressing all of his body weight against you. his fists wrapped tightly around your wrists, pinning the backs of your hands to the floor as he littered your sensitive neck with hungry, open mouthed kisses. “Stay with me. Play with me.”

you could feel the graze of his teeth, and the roughness of his horns as they rub against you, his tongue swirling circles, leaving trails of warm saliva over skin that he swells by suckling hard. “B—Belph…!” you gasp, tilting your head back to try and look towards the gated exit. it must’ve been charmed by magic you didn’t understand, because once you’d managed to get inside, you couldn’t get back out. your DDD lay just on the other side, though, and you could see Lucifer’s stoic expression every time the phone lit up with another call. “I-I need to…” your arms could fit through the bars, if he wasn’t pinning them down. your hands make fists, and then uncurl, as if you were trying to grab for it, and bite your lip as you stare at the screen. you could imagine Lucifer was robocalling you, unable to find you in the manor.

“Don’t worry, he won’t even think to look here.” Belphegor elicits a breathy moan, pressing his body to yours. his eyes flickered up to the DDD, too, and he allows a lazy smirk to stretch his lips as he presses them in a seal against your collarbone. he shifts his grip, taking your weak wrists together in one palm to push them above your head. this new position freed one hand that he then slipped under the waistband of your jeans, regardless of your gurgled protest. he didn’t even have to unbutton them, digging underneath the fabric of them and your panties to cup your warm sex. you whimper, pushing your back off the floor at the sensation— it’s greedy and uncouth, the tips of his digits hooking underneath your netherlips to anchor his hand there. your thighs clamp together, legs trying to rub and kick between your bodies, but his hand was already between your hips, and there was no pushing him out now. “You’re such a good girl, my brother wouldn’t suspect you’d break his rules, come exploring the attic even though he told you not to. You’re safely here with me, and I don’t have to let you go.” he whispers each syllable, signing his name over your chest with his tongue as if to claim you as his.

“I’ve been waiting… watching for so long… I’ve needed this. I’ve needed you.”

“W—wait,” you breathe out, bucking your hips, squeezing your fists and pushing against his strength. it was no use, you were much, much weaker than him, but you tried to show as much resistance as you could muster, “d-don’t touch… Belphie, Lucifer will eventually find me! I don’t want you to get in more trouble…” you were panting, now, be it from fear or the pleasurable strokes as he rubs his finger pads between your folds, feeling all of your slick, vulnerable sex. you didn’t want to show that it felt good, being played with against your will, but you couldn’t help it if he felt the heat from your blushing cheeks, or the way your cunt trembled under his fingertips. “J—just help me reach my DDD, yeah..??” you bite down, harshly on your lip when he lets out a bestial snort, using his horns and hooking them through your top and bra. with a shake of his head, like a mad bull, he’s shredded your clothes, and nuzzles his face into your breasts, smothering himself with them. your eyelids flutter when he nips at one, delicate bud; it hardens between his teeth, a pleased growl rumbling in the back of his throat. “L—Lucifer might reward you for h-helping, I could even… maybe I can ask him to let y-you out—!” you try to add, but his middle finger slips into your clenching hole, and it spasms in protest as he sets a brutal pace. “B-Belphegor..!! D—don’t..!!”

“You’re so stupid, it’s kinda cute, even.” Belphegor teases, his gaze burning into yours as he rolls your nipple between his teeth, before clamping his mouth down around it, sucking. he makes a loud, smacking sound as drool leaks out of the corners of his mouth, as if he were feeding from you as desperately as a starved animal. he moans, his ring finger joining the middle one to stretch you open further. they pump, knuckle deep, inside of you, and you can feel every subtle curl as he searches for a sweet spot. you mewl his name, pathetic tears in the corners of your eyes. he was rough, but you didn’t think that he was trying to hurt you.

he was just so damn desperate— and you could see a wildfire of hunger burning in his eyes. he couldn’t be gentle, even if he wanted to.

prying his mouth from your nipple with a dizzying pop, he breathes, ragged, glaring up at you with his dark tresses hanging in his eyes. “You’re here with me, now. I don’t care about getting out, not anymore. Not now that I’ve snagged a pretty, little plaything to keep me happy.” his fingers thrust in, deep and fast, until you’re squealing and writhing around on the floor, and he nuzzles against your breast, smearing saliva between his cheek and your mound, before dragging his teeth and tongue over your areola with his fist clenching your wrists tighter. he moans, closing his eyes, when his fingers batter a bundle of spongy nerves that send you into a yelping, kicking fit, coming unraveled beneath him. “And you like it, too, don’t you?” when you shake your head, trying to bite down on your lip so you don’t make any more flustered sounds, his pace only picked up, coaxing your body to answer for you. clenches, spasms, and soaking through your jeans, your eyelids fluttered and your head fell back. you could still watch Lucifer lighting up your DDD, no doubt urgently looking for you. “It’s okay, you can lie to me and tell me you hate it, if that’s what you want.” Belphegor presses all of his weight on you, dragging his open mouth against your cheek as he breathes heavily against it. there’s a sizable, firm lump that grinds against your trembling thigh when he rests his body on yours, and you hate how wet it makes you to feel the shape of his cock prodding, searching for your hyper-sensitive cunt. “As long as you never leave me, you can act as bratty as you want to. Our little game,” he coos, nibbling on your jaw, before inching up to smother your mouth with his own, “just remember, the more you resist, the rougher I’ll have to get, baby.”

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deviljesterlamb · 3 months

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Belphie: They say I give the deadliest hugs, you know?~

MC: *glares at him*

MC: You're lucky your cute, and I love you now too.

Belphie: Heh.

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leviathans-watching · 1 year

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➳ includes: the brothers x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

➳ wc: .2k | rated g | m.list | please reblog

you rest against the couch, on the edge of sleep. you’re content and warm, a plush blanket in your lap and a lively fire in front of you. though you’re not looking at the window, you know snow’s falling outside in picturesque flakes. you can hear the boys talking around you, their tones low and melodious.

“do you think mc’s asleep?” mammon asks suddenly, and they all fall quiet. you don’t bother to open your eyes, giving no indication of your current semi-aware state.

“that’s so cute,” asmo says, and you hear a camera shutter clicking. a moment passes with some rustling then you feel another blanket being settled onto your lap, pulled up around your shoulders.

their quiet care strikes you. you’d never thought you’d feel safe enough in the devildom to sleep, let alone in front of all of them, so vulnerable and exposed. but now, it feels so natural and you don’t even hesitate for a second. they truly are the most wonderful creatures, demons or not.

“i’ll add a few more logs to the fire,” beel says, and a second later, more heat fills the room, only sending you further into dreamland. their conversation picks up once more, and you finally fall completely asleep, happy and warm and feeling safer and more cared for than ever.

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froggibus · 11 months

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Sleepless Nights - Belphegor

Pairing: Belphegor x reader

Genre: hurt/comfort & fluff

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: belphie gets mad at you one night for waking him up, but can’t help but realize that you haven’t been sleeping

CW: nightmares, sleep deprivation, exhaustion, exertion, insomnia?, soft! belphie, vv comforting,

i think this is the first time ive ever wrote anything about belphie on his own...interesting. anyway im sleepy like 24/7....def not self indulgent

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You wake up screaming, sweat pooling on your forehead and sticking your hair to your skin. You’re left breathing heavily, heart racing in the dark of your room. You squeeze your eyes shut and try to force away the nightmare, but it’s no use.

Your demons have caught up to you—and not the ones you live with.

To say Belphie is annoyed is an understatement. It’s the fourth night in a row that your incessant screaming has woken him up, and he’s had about enough of it. He’s trudging to your room with a frown on his face, ready to chew you out for being so loud.

What was your issue, anyway? Were you so needy for attention that you had to wake everyone up? He shakes his head at the thought. Needy little human. Still, the thought of you trying to wake him up for his attention makes his heart speed up more than he’d like.

He shoves open your door, the wood whining on its hinges, and stomps inside. He freezes in his tracks at your dishevelled form, though. Wet eyes and thick lashes, a frown etched on your cute face.

You look like a sad little doll, and Belphie fights the urge to coo at you. He has to remind himself that you woke him up and that he’s supposed to be annoyed with you. But it’s so hard when just looking at you makes him feel like he never fell from heaven.

“Can you keep the noise down?” He narrows his eyes on you, “I’m trying to sleep.”

His words leave you speechless, staring at him slack jawed. His pretty eyes are narrowed on you, soft dark hair tumbling into his face and catching on his lashes. You hate him for being so pretty, you hate him for being so mean.

“I-I—” your voice catches in your throat, your words falling away.

Belphie looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to say something. He knows he’s being unfair to you—you’re sad and you look so defeated and weak, it makes him want to protect you. But Belphie is a stubborn bitch, and all he wants right now is one peaceful night of sleep.

“Sorry,” you mumble, hanging your head. “I’ll stop.”

He hums a quick response, turning on his heel and closing the door behind him. He wants to slap himself as soon as he leaves your room and hears the muffled sobs on the other side of the door. God, he’s such an asshole.

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You walk around the next day like a zombie, shadows under your eyes dark enough to make anyone do a double take. Everything is fuzzy and you have to focus twice as hard in all of your classes, and even then the lights in your peripheral seem to morph into nightmares.

Your eyes close longer with every blink, and you know you won’t be able to last without a proper night of sleep much longer. It’s been almost a week since you slept more than three hours and your body is reaching its breaking point.

The day blurs together as the exhaustion takes over your body, and you start to feel like you’re in an aquarium.

No one’s around when you get home. All busy with extracurriculars and work and whatnot. It makes it easier for you to go sit at the dining room table, muscles tense and rigid, trying to keep your eyes open under the harsh light.

It’s dumb, and you know it’s not healthy for you, but anything is better than nightmares. Anything is better than having Belphie look at you with the same annoyance he did yesterday.

“Hey.” You must have drifted off, because a soft voice snaps you out of it.

You flinch, forcing your eyes open to look at Belphie. He has his hands shoved into the pockets of his sweatpants, staring at you with something new in his eyes—concern.

You can’t even open your mouth, you’re so tired. You give him a weak wave and rest your head on the back of the chair.

Belphie kneels down at your side, resting his hands on your thighs. He’s never been gentle with you before, never cared enough to get this close to you. His touch has your breath catching in your throat, tingles filling the spots where he touches.

“When was the last time you slept?”

Your tired eyes meet his. “A week ago, maybe, I can’t remember.”

He sighs. He really is an asshole. Here he is, getting mad at you for inconveniencing him, all the while you’re falling apart. He wants to pick up the pieces and put them back together, but all he ever seems to do is push them further apart.

“Why haven’t you been sleeping?” His cold hand cups your jaw, holding up your head. He’s been where you’ve been—so absolutely tired that you feel like you can’t move.

“It’s,” you think about telling him, but with the way he’s holding you and looking at you, you don’t want to be more of a burden. “It’s nothing.”

He squints his eyes at you. “Don’t lie to me, baby.”

The pet name is like a shot of espresso but just as quickly as it hits you, the high starts to fade. Belphie watches the light spring to your eyes, surpressing his grin at the sight. Then, he watches it fade away. Yeah, you really need sleep.

“I’ve been having nightmares,” your voice is a mix between a whisper and a mumble, all of your words falling together.

Nightmares? That’s what’s been making you scream all night? He sighs, squeezing your knees. “You know that’s a quick fix for me, right?”

He wants to laugh at the way your doe eyes look up at him hopefully, a spark of life behind them. He could’ve fixed this for you weeks ago—if only he wasn’t so stubborn and so mean.

He grabs your hand tightly, half lifting you out of the chair. You’re so tired that your body sags, all of your limbs feeling impossibly heavy. Belphie has no problem with this, though. You’re human, you weigh practically nothing to him.

He scoops you up in his arms and takes you back to his room. He thinks about taking you to yours, but he knows no one would dare disturb him if they thought he was sleeping, and undisturbed sleep is what you need right now.

He lays you down in his bed, tucking you in and hiding you away from the cold air. He lays down next to you, an arm around your waist.

He rests his head on your shoulder, hugging you close to him. “Sweet dreams only, okay?” He mumbles into your cheek, “I won’t let any of those nightmares come back as long as you’re close to me.”

You rest your hand over his, and let sleep take over. Belphie doesn’t dare leave you—holding you the whole time, ready to drop everything for you when you wake up. You might be the one sleeping, but Belphie is the one that’s so gone.

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sorastage · 9 months

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the absolute worst.

belphegor x reader.

(nsfw, he sends you nudes, you send him nudes, belphie is a spoilt snarky whiny brat.)

another normal day in the devildom! you eat breakfast with the brothers, but belphie isn’t there. you assume that he’s still asleep and decide to go to school without him.

you’re in history class when your phone vibrates in your bag.

you turn it on and see a notification from belphie.

“shouldn’t he be in maths right now? why is he texting me?” you ask yourself.

you open the message.

…

your face heats up and you put your phone back inside your bag.

you can’t believe he sent you a nude. lying in bed, hand on his cock.

“how disgusting!” you try to convince yourself. but you can feel your body heating up by the minute.

suddenly the bell rings, time for second period.

now you’re in chemistry, listening to the teacher blab about alkalis and acids, and you’re about to fall asleep.

but your phone vibrates again.

no way. you pull your phone out of your bag.

it’s from belphie.

this time it’s a video. being smart, you turn your volume down and play it.

he’s standing in the bathroom mirror, mouth open and palming at his dick.

you imagine his soft moans in your ear and immediately turn your phone off.

he’s so pretty… you shake your head and turn your phone off, but press your legs together as the video replays in your mind.

you pray that the class ends soon. then it’ll be breaktime and you can rush to the toilets.

although it feels like an eternity, the bell rings.

you had already packed up all your things so you rush to the toilets.

you pull out your phone to text belphie.

you give in so easily - you should stop spoiling him.

you take your shirt off and take a picture of your chest.

as soon as you hit send the bell rings again.

break is over, and you spent it all on the toilet.

you glide through the other classes, receiving no more messages.

as soon as the last class is over, you rush home.

you go to the attic and find belphie lying on the bed.

to your (un)surprise, he’s jerking off.

“mc, i’ve been waiting all day, you should’ve skipped and come to me earlier. your photo was so hot, will you show me more?” he whines, continuing to stroke himself.

completely ignoring his advances, you say:

“belphie, you’re such a bad boy! trying to distract me while i’m in class.”

even though you try your best to act mad, you can’t help but feel aroused.

as you inch closer to him, continuing to reprimand him, he suddenly grabs your arm and pulls you onto his lap.

“i’m so bad, right? let me show you that i can be the worst.”

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edit: removed the photo. shocked me each time i saw it.

i hope i’ll see you again ღ

thanks for reading ☆

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yujajacha · 2 years

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this has been sitting in my drafts… have some pervert belphie content..

cw: nsfw/mdni, fem!reader, sub!reader; pervert!belphie, dubcon

pervert!belphie who’s so touchy and clingy with you, you assume that it’s his normal. the lingering touches, the way he always has to keep his hands on you whether or not you guys are in public. he does it not only because he loves touching you, but also it’s a way to assert to others his claim over you. he always leans into your warmth. plus, the fact that you’re always so flustered with him is just his fuel! he loves the way you averted your eyes when he becomes too clingy.

when all the brothers eat meals together, he always makes sure to sit besides you. he leans into you at times, purposely making you embarrassed. he obviously loves whispering dirty words into your ears with that grin of his on his face.

he just casually puts his hand on your thigh under the table, caressing it gently. he does it so nonchalantly, none one would ever guess where it’s wandering to.

pervert!belphie who just can’t help it. even if everyone is in the living room together, he just wants you to cuddle and sit with him. he can’t help but getting hard when you’re so close to him. he’ll make you sit on his raging boner while covering you both in blankets.

pervert!belphie who’s obsessed with your panties. he definitely steals them. he just loves the cute colours and patterns that are on them, they suit you so well he thinks.

whenever you wear skirts, he’s mesmerized, he needs to take a glance. it always turns into a long stare. the way they hug your ass and cunt is mouthwatering.

he also likes your panties just by themselves, even better when they’re used! your scent lingering on them smells so good. he made it a habit to sniff them and lick the wet patch the underwear he finds in your laundry basket. when he gets really horny he faps into one pair of panties, while sniffing another. when he comes all over them, he puts them in the basket, but he’s considered showing them to you. he’s hoped you’ve noticed by now.

the day you catch him doesn’t bother him at all. he just smirks at you. the way you look at him all flustered is just so cute. he can’t help but wanting to tease you, can you really blame him? your reactions just fuel his needs even more, even though he is already hard and leaking. he’ll pin you to the wall, bring his free hand and caress your pretty face.

“Heh, you’re so cute like this MC. Won’t you help me clean this mess?”

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svnqsn · 10 months

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OO1 ‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ፧ ‎ ‎BLOOD SUCKER ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏♡ ‎‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎‏‏

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✶ users! › asmo, beel, levi, satan, belphie, gn!reader.

✶ synopsis! › the reader is a vampire.

✶ cw’s! › blood, blood sucking, blood bags -- just lots of mentions of blood, nsfw parts, brothers know reader is a vamp, mentions of a blood (sucking) kink in asmo's part and levi's, reader's mentioned to have eyes that change colour, primal play in asmo's part but it's just mentioned once and not very specific either, reader's a pureblood (only mentioned in satan's part).

ASMO;

asmo is obsessed from the moment he first lays his pretty eyes on you—you're unnaturally beautiful and if there's one thing that gets him worked up, it's beauty. he gasps when he sees your fangs for the first time and his mind goes places immediately; what'd it feel like to have those fangs sink into his skin? to watch you lick your lips clean of asmo's blood all over your mouth. he's been with a vampire once or twice but none of them had been as hypnotizing as you. you, with your lidded crimson eyes that stare at him like he's nothing but food for you. sometimes, he gets you riled up on purpose just to see the way you glare at him, like he's nothing but prey you're waiting to catch and swallow whole -- he loves it. he knows, theoretically speaking, that he could lay you flat on your back if he wanted to. the thing is he doesn't want to. he wants to see you sprinkled in his blood and enjoying it too.

BEEL;

beel understands you. he knows what it's like to want food—to need it—and not be able to have it at that exact moment and time. so he makes sure that there's always blood bags stacked in the mini fridge in his room and he also makes sure that you don't feel embarrassed about your cravings and needs. he's also never scared of you. not only because he knows you don't pose a real threat (at least not to him or his brothers), but also because he just gets it. he knows the suffering that comes with that burning pit in your stomach. he knows the anguish of hurting people because you can't control yourself and the blame that comes afterwards. so even if you do lose control at some point, beel's there to hold you and pet your head and make you feel okay again.

LEVI;

levi's scared of you, at first, and also impossibly turned on. it's hard to build any kind of relationship with him because he's so skittish around you. he looks at you and when you smile at him, all he sees are your fangs—and he squeaks and runs to his room. but it's not really fear anymore, at least not after you've made it clear that you were a good person (vampire?). levi just cannot stand the thoughts in his own head at the sight of anything even remotely vampire on you. he wants you to suck his blood, maybe even to call him your blood bag. but then he tells himself that he's gross: that's a filthy, disgusting thought. dumb levi. but he genuinely cannot help himself. he feels like he's in some kind of anime and he's watched lots of them with vampires. he can't help but fantasize about you sinking your teeth into his flesh and drinking until you're full. sometimes he dreams about it, even. he'd never ask though. the one time you've stormed into his room with your eyes a crimson red and a sneer on your beautiful face, levi nearly fainted on the spot. but then he pushed his collar to the side, turned a pretty red and offered his neck to you. he's so cute you want to eat him.

SATAN;

satan asks you a million questions all the time about the human world. things he's only ever read about in books, since there's no human alive to tell the tales. you spend hours in his room together, a candle lit, cuddled up in his bed while he asks and you answer. sometimes satan takes a few notes to add to some books that he owns. he especially loves it when you tell him something in his books is simply wrong. he loves when you go on long tangents about things that don't even exist anymore—of times long since passed. he asks you what your human life was like back then, but you just give him a confused glance. “i've never been human,” you said. even more questions. he's heard of pureblood vampires before, of course, but he's never actually met one. please don't tell him you're a price or anything like that. he will never stop asking questions.

BELPHIE;

belphie doesn't give two shits about you being a vampire, tbh. he loves the fact that you sleep during the day because that means he'll get to take even more naps with you. he also doesn't care that you drink blood—doesn't find it disgusting but doesn't find it too attractive either. it's just... normal for him. like, he'll fetch himself a drink and just grab you a bag of blood along with it. he does use you as an excuse 79% of the time. tells lucifer he has to look after you because you're hungry so he can't go to school (he's very much simply taking a nap with you). he wouldn't mind you biting him either. it's not like he finds it super hot and gets turned on by it, but it's just.. he doesn't mind it. whether you're actually hungry and need blood or you just want to nibble on his skin a little for comfort, he's pretty much down for it. at this point, he doesn't even flinch anymore when you sink your teeth into his neck, shoulder or arm. his brothers do give you guys weird looks when they see you cuddling on the couch with your mouth around his arm, but belphie doesn't give a fuck about them. let them stare all they want as long as you're happy.

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itzchasee · 1 year

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*+:｡.｡ 𝐋𝐄𝐓'𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐔𝐏 - obey me!

✍︎sypnosis: you want to prank your bf by telling him that you want to break up, but the things doesn't go as planned.

✍︎includes: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor.

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kpop-otome-yandere-here · 8 months

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Belphie: Lucifer is so much bigger than you.

Mc: I could take him.

Satan: *just entering the conversation* In a fight, right?

Mc: Why would I fight Lucifer?

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professional-demon-master · 8 months

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Cutting you off 7

Belphegor

Light angst / comfort. Good ending ig? 7/7 in the series ! GN reader (if you see any mistakes, feel free to correct me please!)

- Saying that you and Belphegor had a difficult relationship was the understatement of the year.

- It started… rocky.

- After the whole attic situation, you both worked hard on rebuilding the friendship you had started to build between whispers and promises when you would visit him in the attic.

- It was hard, though. Not only did the brothers kept a close eye on you two when you were alone, but Belphie took a different attitude after the whole Lilith situation was known.

- He was tender with you, spoke with a softer voice than before. He was all laughter and smiles around you and it seemed like he also had adopted you as a new body pillow every time he wanted a nap.

- And you were happy with it, but couldn’t help but feel like being Lilith's descendant might had been the reason of his sudden attitude change towards you.

- And you didn’t blamed yourself for feeling that way, at the end of the day, he had killed you before.

- So every time you felt a little too comfortable sleeping beside him, every time you were laughing with him on the way back home or every time you felt butterflies in your stomach when he whispered something sweet in your ear, your mind would go back to the same thought.

- “Does he really like me for me or does he like me for who he remembers when he looks at me?”

- But it was ok! You had it under control!

- Until that day at a dance Diavolo was holding.

- You spent most of the evening dancing, accompanying Diavolo to salute important demons and answering questions about the human realm, your experiences at the Devildom so far and your points of view on the exchange program.

- You were clearly overwhelmed, so you took the first opportunity you had to scape for a little while with Belphie to a corner of the room that was out of sight.

“Finally tired of those assholes?” “Belphie…” you scolded, or at least tried your best while hiding the smile that was creeping up in your face. “Don’t worry, I’m glad you are because I’ve been wanting to steal your attention since we got here” “ugh, tell me about it. I’ve been trying to find a window of opportunity to take a Power Nap with you” Belphie giggled and yawned, finally finding a spot to nap with his head on your shoulder. “Ugh, you’re always sticking to me Lilith” Belphie spoke with affection, while drifting off to sleep.

- You we’re in the verge of sleeping too until you heard him.

- Did he called you… “Lilith”? Did you heard that right?

- The next 20 minutes you spent them trying miserably to fall asleep for a while, debating whether you actually heard him called you Lilith or if it was just your sleepy mind as his sleepy slurred speech mixing together to make whatever he had said to sound like her name.

- With a lot of will power, you managed to leave the events of that night in the past. Now, two days after the ball happened, you had almost forgotten what happened between you and Belphie during your little sleeping escapade. Everything was back to normal

- Of course that was too much to ask for a place like the devildom.

- During class on Monday, you were sitting side by side, Belphie dozing off every now and then.

When the bell rang, he moved lazily up from his notebook. “Ugh, I can’t even read what I wrote.” You scoffed “no surprise, you practically dozed off every time the professor stopped to take a breath.” Belphie whined while he started pickup up his things. “Ugh, it’s so unfair. Lucifer is lucky he found my secret napping spot or else I wouldn’t have even came to this class today”. You sighed while grabbing your books, “It’s okay, you can have my notes, I’ve got you”, “thank you Lil, I can always count on you” Belphie yawned while he walked out of class, you stopped right after he left the classroom. You weren’t imagining it, right? He actually said it this time, and it was as clear as it could be. “Hey, you coming or what?” You blinked rapidly when he came back, waiting by the door. “Uh, yeah, sure. Forgot my pen” you smiled nervously, a knot forming in your throat as you dived in the RAD hallways.

- You were actively avoiding Belphie all week long, until Friday came and you were pretty much doomed, having to stay with Belphie alone, since you two had to clean the dishes after dinner that night.

- You tried to spent most of the time in silence, or barely answering with monosyllables whenever he looked at you expecting you to voice your answers.

“You’ve been kinda away this week haven’t you?” “I guess you could say that” “Lucifer’s been keeping you busy, uh?” You stayed silent, shrugging as a way of answering. Silence took over the kitchen once again.

Belphie took a plate and stared drying it off. “Or… were you just avoiding me?”

You pretended to be extremely concentrated cleaning a plate to avoid his penetrating eyes that were focused on you.

“You were, weren’t you?” You kept your eyes on the next utensil, pretending to be extremely concentrated on getting it to be squeaky clean. “Fuck, MC, stop ignoring me, just answer!” You shrugged again. “ I don’t know what you want me to say.” “That you were avoiding me! Confess it”, “I was… not not avoiding you.” You exhaled, getting mad at his attitude. “MC!” “What?” “Just stop acting so childish. I don’t understand what your problem is!” Belphegor scoffed and you dropped the fork that was in your hands. “You wanna know what my problem is? You really do? Fine. You’re a pain in the ass, Belphegor, and a big one. And I work and work hard on our relationship, trying to be there for you, trusting you, spending as much time with you as I can and still, it’s not enough, because it doesn’t matter how much I try, how much time I spend with you, you never see me for who I am, for you I’m just a replace of Lilith”

The room went quite once the final sentence was said. Belphegor finally turned to look at you, a cold expression in his face that made you shiver as he got closer to you, stopping once his face was practically on yours. “Shut the fuck up. Don’t you ever bring her up again as an excuse for you and your plain existence. She was so much better than you, she was special and so much more than what you could ever be.” Belphie spoke low, almost sounding like he was growling whenever a sentence finished. He moved, leaving the room while making sure he bumped with your shoulder. You left the air you were holding, without noticing.

“Well shit”

- After that fight, you didn’t saw much of Belphegor, and despite no one knew what your fight was about, they knew you two had a disagreement, and a big one, the tension between the two of you was practically palpable, which made dinner and almost every other family interaction, extremely uncomfortable for everybody.

- As you suspected, the first person to notice the change between your relationship was Beelzebub. He questioned you during lunch one day, trying to ask in a, very unconvincing, casual tone why you and Belphie suddenly stopped talking. You spent most of that day convincing him that it was nothing and that you two just needed some time apart. That didn’t exactly convinced him, but at least he has stopped hovering you with questions.

- One of the hardest things to do was saying no to Beel whenever he suggested an attic club sandwich get together, making up excuses or having to find ways to stay late at RAD were now part of your routine.

- And you would’ve been perfectly fine adjusting to living like that for the rest of your time at the devildom.

- Until the nightmares started to happen.

- It wasn’t weird for you to get nightmares. You had pretty vivid dreams so nightmares were something you were acquainted to. Specially whenever you were extremely stressed.

- It all started with a few upsetting dreams a couple nights a week. Then they kept escalating until you were having them pretty much everyday, waking up at least one time at night.

- You were sure that it was the stress of having to avoid Beel’s questions and Belphie's presence, while actively having to act like everything was okay and keep on with your duties as the human exchange student.

- And despite your efforts of trying to hide the effects of what the lack of sleep was causing on you, the brothers started to notice. But the first one to voice it out was Asmo, voice full of concern the first time he stopped you before getting to eat your breakfast with a “Oh my, MC! You look… like you had a rough night”

“That’s nice, today I was going for a sleep deprived look” you joked while trying to cut off the tension you felt when all of the brothers turned to look at you, inspecting you after what Asmo had said. Nobody laughed, instead looking at you with a worried look, “guys, stop it, I’m fine. I just had a little bit of trouble falling asleep last night” “Are you sure? You look like Leviathan when he stays up all night for two days to finish a new game” Leviathan scoffed and you tried to smile “yeah, I’m sure. It’s okay”.

- The rest of the breakfast you spent it trying to ignore the wondering looks the brothers were sharing.

- “Hey Mc, wait up!” Asmo's voice stopped you when you were leaving your last class. “Wanna walk back home together?” You nodded, while you both intertwined your arms. “I thought you had another class today?” “Meh, I can always ask for the work tomorrow” you smiled, rolling your eyes lovingly at him. “So… about this morning-“ “Oh, don’t worry, I know I look bad” you admitted with cheeks glowing red. “It’s not just that darling, I’m worried. You and I both know it wasn’t just a difficulty you had to sleep yesterday, you look like you haven’t sleep well in days”, you stayed in silence for a while, before answering with a shy “I haven’t” “Why didn’t you tell us! We could do something about it. Today you’ll have a warm bath and your favorite food for dinner. I can lend you one of my sleeping masks!” You smiled at him “thanks Asmo, but it isn’t my capacity to fall asleep what keeps me up. It’s my inability to stay asleep” “what do you mean?” You sighed, eyes fixed in the ground. “I’ve been having nightmares, almost every night now. I can’t actually remember what happens, but I always end up waking up confused and alerted. It takes me a long time to fall back asleep, only to end up waking up not long after”, Asmo looked at you with a concerned look, after a small silence, he gave a small squeeze to your arm. “You and I know there’s only one person that can-“ “No, I can’t ask him” Asmo sighed, eyes turning to look at the road, letting go of your arm to hug your shoulders. “Listen, I don’t know what happened between you two, but Belphie cares about you. He would help you without a doubt” “I wouldn’t be so sure… it’s just, ugh” you finally looked at him, brows furrowed. “How much time do you have?” “Darling, for you, I have all the time in the world. Now, spill the tea”.

- After a long talk with Asmodeus, you confided in him your doubts and the whole situation with Belphie. He was set on helping you two so you could fix your sleep schedule, also because since the fight Belphie had turned into an irritable demon, something you weren’t actually aware of fue to the lack of communication.

- “Belphie?” Asmodeus entered the attic, finding Belphie wrapped in a blanket while he scrolled mindlessly on his phone, “Good! You’re awake”, Belphie turned to the other side “leave me alone, I’ve been trying to fall asleep for 2 hours” “That can wait. We need to talk” “About?” “MC” Belphie buried himself deeper in the impromptu bed. “Forget it. I don’t care what they told you, but I’m not going to speak to them. Fuck them and fuck you for not minding your own business” Asmodeus snorted a laugh. “Yeez, chill out.” He shook his head “I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t necessary, okay? I know better than to bother you when you’re sleep deprived. Just listen to me” Asmodeus waited for a sign to keep on talking, but took his silence as an answer, “Mc told me the whole situation.” Asmo walked to the bed and sat at a corner. “I wouldn’t… blame you, if you kinda see Lilith in them. Sometimes I do too. And don’t get me wrong, I’m not looking at them as a replacement, is just… even before we knew the whole relation between them, they just were so alike, you know?” Asmo started playing with his fingers, anxious that Belphie was completely silent. “but I could understand how that would be conflicting to them. Feeling like you’re not being seen for who you are, worrying that the people you care about only see you as the replacement of someone else they loved before you”

“You know that’s not how I feel” “well I think I know, yes, but clearly Mc doesn’t.” Belphie finally turned to look at him. “You need to talk to them Belphie, nobody can stand the way you two let your pride stop you from talking this out. Not even Lucifer has gone this far” “Pfft, good try”. Asmo grabbed his shoulder before he could turned around again. “Belphie, they need you” “what do you mean?” “They haven’t been able to sleep well for days, and you’re the only person that could help them” Belphie sat at the bed, nap intentions long forgotten. “This isn’t a trap?” Asmo looked offended, he gasped before answering “No! Come on! Haven’t you looked at them? They look awful. If their bags get any deeper, they’ll look like a raccoon” Belphie analyzed the situation for a while, Asmo waiting patiently. “Listen, they don’t even know I’m taking to you about this, but I can’t stand looking at them so tired and sad because you two are still mad at each other, so please, fix this.”

- It was late at night , and everybody at HoL had gone to sleep already. Everybody except Belphie.

- He couldn’t stop thinking about his interaction with Asmo. He couldn’t be lying right? Did Mc had really been struggling all these days by themselves?

- Unable to sleep, he stood up and started walking to your room, taking advantage of the time Beel got up for a late night snack.

- Belphie looked for you at your room, failing miserably and leading him to look for you around the whole house.

- Finally after 20 minutes, he found you at the planetarium.

At first he tried really hard to not startle you. You were too busy lying there, looking at the starts, that he felt he was going to interrupt your calm moment alone. Still, as soon as he entered the room, you turned to look at him, being able to listen to the door.

You both stood there, looking at each other for a couple minutes before either one of you said something. “Uh” Belphie broke the silence “I’m sorry, I didn’t knew you were here” he said, like he hadn’t just spend the last 20 minutes looking for you. “It’s okay, I was leaving.” You got up, cleaning your pants. “No, wait” you were startled, looking at Belphegor. “I have to talk to you”

You stood there, awkwardly, after a few seconds of silence you nodded, giving him confirmation to go on. “About the other day, uhm. I need you to know that Lilith… wasn’t so annoying.” “What?” “She didn’t snorted when she laughed, she didn’t grabbed my fries every time we went eating and she didn’t braided my heat when I fell asleep in her lap. I could never replace her with you, a hardheaded, know-it-all, exasperating of a person. You could never be her” You closed your eyes while shaking your head slightly in disbelief, starting your walk to leave the place “If that was your idea of an apology, Belphegor…” Belphegor quickly grabbed your wrist, keeping you in place as he continued.

“But you’re also right. I do see her every time I see you. Whenever you’re being nice to someone who doesn’t deserve it, whenever you help Luke or whenever you tend to me and my brothers with nothing but sweetness, I see her. You’ll never be her because you’re your own kind of person. I was wrong about comparing you because you’re just… you. Sweet, kind and lovingly annoying you. And I’m sorry I made you feel like you were a replace of Lilith. I see you and appreciate you for the person you are, MC. And I’m sorry for not telling you sooner.”

With eyes full of tears you hugged him, having him hugging you in return immediately. You stayed like that for a couple minutes before you talked.

“I don’t like being someone else’s replacement”

Belphegor shake his head slightly, his hand grabbing your hair softly “You’re not. I promise”

“Are you sure?”

“Completely”

“Good” you sniffed, finally parting enough to be able to look at his eyes. “Because I… care too much about you to feel like that” Belphie smiled at you while he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Nah, you’re too annoying to be compared to anyone else” “Asshole”

OMG I DID IT! I know it took me a loooooong time but I wanted to end with my best, lol. I really liked Belphies part, even though I had to rewrite it a couple of times, I feel like it was worth it. What about you? Don’t worry though, there’s a lot more coming <3

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lost-in-lamentation · 5 months

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💋⭐️🌃 - first kiss, stars, midnight.

belphegor × gen!reader. fluff.

no warnings.

content: you sneak up to the human world for a night of stargazing.

back to the 500 follower event: here.

“of all people, how did you manage to convince barbatos to let us up into the human world without telling lucifer?”

“he found a rat in the castle, and i think you can guess what happened next.”

belphie snickered at the implication, trailing not far behind as you snuck through the dark towards your meeting spot with barbatos. “i thought barbatos kept that place too clean for rats to go in.”

“well…” you shot him a sheepish smile. “maybe it didn’t go in by itself.”

“you’re crazy, MC.” the youngest brother shook with laughter, barely able to stop himself just as you reached the clearing.

you ran up to barbatos first, exchanging a few more words before you nodded in agreement and came back to belphie’s side. “we have about six hours up there, and then barbatos will bring us down again.”

“that’s great and all, but you still haven’t even told me what we’re doing.” he eyed your backpack carefully, face twisted in confusion.

“and i told you earlier that it’s a surprise.” you said in a dramatic tone, rolling your eyes at him before waving to barbatos that you were ready.

barbatos gave you a sharp nod, and a second of weightlessness later, you found yourself in an open field. next to you, belphie stumbled around as he tried to gain his balance. when he finally stood steady on his feet, he scanned the field cautiously, gaze switching between you and his surroundings constantly.

eventually, he broke the silence with an awkward cough. “seriously MC, why are we here?”

“because,” you began, zipping your backpack open to reveal a bundle of blankets, “there’s a meteor shower tonight, and i thought you might like to see it.” you tugged the blankets out of your bag, throwing the biggest one out onto the grass so you could spread it out. “give me a hand.”

belphie took a second to move, but slowly started to help you set up. as you pulled another blanket out, belphie gave you a look of bewilderment, reaching to grab your backpack to look inside. “how’d you fit so much in here?” he mumbled, digging inside to grab the two pillows you had thrown in as well.

“tetris,” you hummed.

“... right.” belphie shook his head, not entirely sure what you meant, but accepting the answer anyways.

the sun was low already, leaving only about 20 minutes of daylight left until the sky turned black. you couldn’t see it from behind the line of trees that surrounded the field, but the hues of pink and purple that were strung across the sky gave you an idea about where it was. you left soft music playing from your phone, and few words were exchanged between you and belphie as the sun finally set. the purple infused sky made way for the dark expanse of night, and you watched as the stars began to flicker into existence one by one. you fell back onto the blanket, arms crossed behind your head as you tried to make out the constellations that belphie had taught you about before.

“do you remember?” belphie fell next to you, his hair brushing against your arm as he adjusted himself on the blankets.

after careful consideration, you shook your head, wanting to admit defeat rather than get something wrong. “you taught me a lot, but when i’m actually looking at the real thing, it’s a lot harder to differentiate.”

belphie chuckled softly, a smile gracing his features as he looked up at the sky. “that big one there; cygnus.”

“the swan.”

“so you do remember.”

it was your turn to laugh, swatting lightly at his arm before turning your eyes up again. “what else is there?”

“there’s another bird,” belphie said quietly, pointing up to a different area. “do you remember the name?”

“you’re testing me, and for what?” you scoff in feigned irritation, but wrack your brain for the answer anyway. “that’s the eagle, right?”

the avatar of sloth nodded slowly, and you could feel his movements against your forearm. “but what’s the name?”

with a sigh you threw your arm on top of belphie, slamming across his chest and forcing a wheeze out of him. “i give up.”

belphie poked at your side in retaliation, drawing a surprised yelp out of you as he laughed. “aquila.”

“you’re so annoying.” you heard him mutter a thanks, and you couldn’t stifle your own giggling at the remark. “the meteors should show up soon, i think.”

“i don’t mind waiting, i like just the stars too.” you shifted onto your side, propping yourself up on an elbow as you looked over at belphie. he turned his gaze towards you, stars reflecting like city lights in his gaze. “what is it?”

warmth bloomed into your chest, trailing all the way down to your fingertips. “tell me about the stars again.”

belphie wondered if you knew how flushed your cheeks were; he wondered if you could tell how fast his heart was racing. even the chill of the wind wasn’t strong enough to blow away the heat that settled on his face. “then, let me tell you about cygnus again.”

true to his name, the avatar of sloth spoke so softly that it had you on the verge of dreams. but you were determined to see the meteor shower, so you fought the weight on your eyelids as you waited for a streak of light in the sky. you didn’t know how much time had passed before belphie suddenly sat up and pointed towards the stars. “did you see it?”

and just as he spoke, it appeared again. a flash of light in the dark, extending across the galaxies for you to marvel at. you released a sigh of content, sharing awed whispers with belphie as each meteor left golden strings behind.

a heartbeat of silence passed, and a gentle touch on your shoulders appeared after. belphie laid back down onto the blanket, pulling you up to lay partly on top of him. your head fell onto his shoulder and your arm was thrown across his waist. you relaxed into the embrace, practically melting when you felt belphie thread his fingers through your hair. you all but purred at the touch, leaning even closer as he kept up the action. you stayed like that for a while, only moving when you saw your phone screen light up with the time.

“it’s midnight, belphie. we should make a wish.”

the youngest stole a glance at the time before flipping your phone to face down. “i wish tonight was a bit longer,” he whispered, looking back at the stars.

“i wish i would never forget tonight.”

underneath you, belphie positioned himself so that his face hovered just in front of yours. “what do you say about making that a promise instead?”

you blinked at the proposal, unsure of what the demon was asking. but when belphie pressed his lips onto yours, everything became clear. you were still caught off guard, but when belphie began to pull back, you chased after him, tilting your head to match his and kiss him back properly.

there was a quiet gasp of surprise from belphie before he returned the gesture. his hand found the back of your neck and brought you closer, fingers tangling in your hair as you both deepened the kiss. you were quick to reciprocate, your own hand tracing down his shoulders until they landed on his waist, grip tightening when you started to run out of air. when you both did, you finally separated, chests heaving as your foreheads pressed together. your breaths entwined together in a messy rhythm, warmth spreading over both of your faces as you locked eyes with each other.

“promise me you won’t forget tonight,” belphie exhaled, brushing his nose against yours.

“i don’t think i could forget if i wanted to,” you replied, words hushed, as you chased after his lips one more time.

a/n: grrrahhhh

reblogs are really appreciated (´ω｀) ♡

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leviathans-watching · 10 months

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Uuuh uuuh uuuuh I got a request!

Remember that drabble you did about Mc from the new obey me game keeping a painful distance from the brothers cuz they are not the same brothers as the one form the og game?

What about a reversed perspective for this one?

How does the brothers feel about an mc who's clearly into them and clearly keeping distance?

obn!brothers reacting to a distant mc

includes: the brothers x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .7k | rated t | m.list

a/n: oooh this was so fun! and i really think that they'd just think mc was a freak lololol. thanks for requesting and i hope you enjoy!! my inbox is open to chat, req, or leave feedback, so come stop by!

please please please reblog

➳ lucifer just doesn’t understand. sure, it’s not like he wants this random demon to be all buddy-buddy with him and his brothers, but sometimes you act in the oddest of ways. sometimes you seem to be able to practically read his mind, leaving him with a strange sense of familiarity, but other times you won’t even look him in the eyes. he knows he can be harsh, but surely it wasn’t to that extent, right? it’s not like he wants you to be buddy-buddy with them, but he has to admit he wants to see that sadness leave your eyes when you look at them.

➳ mammon scratches his head. that was the second time today you’d done that. the two of you were just having a nice conversation and then you’d suddenly shut down, eyes going a million miles away. you’re a strange one, that’s for sure. and the way you kept your distance from them was just plain hurtful. mammon was once a great angel and you won’t even talk to him half of the time! even despite all of his gracious attempts to try to get to know you better. all for your benefit, of course, no other reason.

➳ levi hesitates to approach you sometimes. not because he doesn’t like you, but because you don’t seem to like him very much. you jump when he talks to you, as if you’ve seen a ghost, and when you think no one’s looking, extend that to all of them as if you can’t quite believe what you’re seeing. at first, he’d kind of thought it was angel/demon prejudice, but as time goes on, it really doesn’t seem like that’s the case. and whenever someone tries to ask, you play dumb, an act that convinces no one, except for maybe diavolo. but he’s always been an odd guy too.

➳ satan can’t figure you out at all. you’re hardly scared by his outbursts, or at least hide it well, and you sometimes talk to him as if you guys speak comfortably all of the time. you also have his tastes figured out, recommending him books that are weirdly suited to him, but at the same time, you seem cautious towards him. like you’re trying not to get too close. but again, it doesn’t seem like it’s due to his anger. you’re often nicer to him then compared to when he’s more levelheaded, and it’s kind of nice but also confusing at the same time.

➳ asmo watches you move around them, suspicion rising in his bones. you’re just so attuned to him and his brithers–acting before they speak, sensing what they need before they do. it’s like you can predict their movements, and he’s not excluded from the treatment. you know his favorite brands even though he can’t remember telling you them, cook his eggs just to his liking, and even understand his complex closet organizational system without him having to explain it. yet you pretend you don’t, asking questions he’s sure you already know the answer to, and it just rubs him the wrong way, there’s something off about you.

➳ beel thinks you’re pretty nice. you understand the pull of their sins without passing judgment, help them out when needed, but you maintain a coolness, a distance he can’t quite bridge despite his efforts. and sometimes, you’ve got this look of grief in your eyes that makes him wonder if you’ve lost someone too, but you never open up about it, dancing around your past with the help of solomon. he wants to get to know you better, connect with you, but sometimes, that seems like the last thing you want.

➳ belphie wants to hate you, he really does. how is he supposed to accept this random demon in their house, all up in their business, just because stupid diavolo commanded it? ridiculous. but you grow on him over time and he finds himself wanting to get to know you better despite his best efforts, something you don’t seem to want, except for every now and again when you’re strangely soft with him. he doesn’t get it and definitely doesn’t get you; what kind of demon is so nice anyway?

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amaya-writes · 1 year

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Pillow Talk And Confessions Of Love

Notes: I just had a random Belphie idea and it's like 2am so yeah here's some cutesy fluff

warnings: n/a just fluff

characters involved: Belphegor

gender-neutral reader, you/yours

"Belphie."

The sound of your voice made him groan as the slumbering demon hid his head further into his pillow, but the way his arm tightened around your waist told you he was paying attention.

"I can't sleep."

Belphegor let out yet another groan at your words, but this time he didn't bother trying to hide away from your voice.

Instead, he shifted around in the bed so that you were laying against his chest with his head hidden in your neck.

"Just- sleep, baby."

"Oh, how insightful."

Belphie snorted at your reply but didn't bother replying with his usual snark. Perhaps it was the fact that you had shaken him awake well past midnight when the rest of the House of Lamentation was slumbering away.

Or perhaps it was just because his sleep-addled mind wasn't functioning well enough to be able to process your sarcasm.

Whatever the reason, you were happy to silently cuddle up to your boyfriend as he sleepily rubbed circles on the small slip of your waist that was exposed by your raised t-shirt.

The two of you just remained like that for a bit, half asleep with your limbs tangled with each other's as the world came to a standstill around you.

Rain lightly pattered against the attic's windows, the sound lulling you to an almost slumber as your heartbeat slowed to match Belphie's.

However, even then you found it hard to slip into the weary euphoric state you had been chasing for the past hour. The realisation made you let out a small sigh even as you squeezed your eyes shut in an attempt to block out the world.

Belphie suddenly nuzzled into your neck at the action, forcing you to wearily blink your eyes open as his raspy voice suddenly picked up.

"I could pull you into a dream with me- make it easier to sleep."

He sounded far too awake for your liking, but the promise of finally being able to doze off was far too enticing for you to give in to your guilt for keeping him up. Especially when Belphie was more than happy to lightly scratch at your scalp in a way that made your head dizzy with respite.

"I-"

You wanted to say something, anything that would help you translate this feeling of utter gratefulness for how insightful and caring he was. Yet none of the cheesy little rants your mind came up with seemed to be enough for you.

But then came that one thought. That one bittersweet admission you had promised yourself you would only whisper to the one you truly held close to your heart, someone who could care for you just as much as you did them.

Someone who was willing to stay up by your side and sacrifice his sleep just to rid you of your insomnia.

"I love you, Belphie."

You had barely whispered the words but with your proximity, the avatar of sloth could easily hear your confession loud and clear. Unfortunately for him, you fell prey to the sweet whispers of slumber just as he echoed your words back to you.

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sorastage · 9 months

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belphegor’s cowgirl.

be satan’s catgirl

you and belphie are dating, and he’s tired of your normal routine! he gives you a package from akuzon with a note on top and retreats to the attic.

(nsfw, smut, vaginal penetration, he calls you pet names | darling, dumb, pretty |, feminine reader, sw**ring, i try to add humour but i’m not that funny sorry, please click the links for context!!)

“come to the attic at midnight wearing this. see you soon.” the note on the box reads.

before you can look up again, belphie disappears.

“huh, guess i’ll go to my room and see what it is…”

as you sit on your bed and open the box, you jaw basically drops.

oh my devil..?

you see a note inside the box too.

“i wanna try something new - you know where to find me. promise you’ll love it.”

reading it already makes a tear run down your leg ;)

you check your phone. it’s 11:45.

“fuck, there’s no time to get ready!”

you sprint to the bathroom to shower and run back to get the lingerie on.

before you leave, you spray some light perfume on yourself.

wait… it’s 11:55 now. how are you gonna get to the attic without anyone seeing you in this!?

you opt to put on a large cow shirt you found while ransacking your closet.

11:59. you’re sprinting to the attic to make it there on time.

you basically break the door to get inside.

hm, not a very sexy entrance, but you can recover!

belphie is surprisingly wide awake. staring daggers into you…

“someone wanted to be on time. how cute.”

i don’t think you can recover from this one 💀

“uhhh. yeah. only for you… belphie dear…” you try your best, breathing heavily… those stairs really got you tired.

“it’s okay… did you do what i asked?”

“mhm….” you lift your shirt up ever so slightly, revealing your panties…

“stop teasing… hurry up and sit that pretty ass here.” belphie sits up and pats his lap.

trying to not look too eager, you slowly walk over and mount him.

“hmm…” he groans simply from contact and his hands fly to your waist.

seems he’s more desperate than you.

you start to roll your hips, making him moan more and more.

“it’s not enough… take that shirt off.” he commands you.

you quickly pull your shirt off and reveal the cow lingerie in all it’s glory.

“turn around. i wanna see the tail.”

he flips you over so you’re lying on the bed, ass-up and he tugs at your tail.

“belphie… stop it.” you suddenly feel shy and shoo his hand away.

“no way darling, you look like this and you want me to stop?” he pulls his trousers down and slowly rubs his dick against your clothed pussy.

you start to whine and beg him to put it in.

“mhmmm. i’m not sure you can take it.”

“i can, i can! hurry up already!” you get a little upset and get up to hit him.

“fineeeee. i’m just teasing you… glad to know you’re so desperate for my cock. you’re so needy, huh?”

not letting you have a chance to respond, he asks another question.

“you already know what position i want you in, right?”

it’s not really a question. he lies on the bed and waits for you to comply.

(in case you don’t know…)

you pull your panties off and slowly lower yourself.

you loudly moan from just sitting on it and you try to cover your mouth.

“no- i wanna hear it all.” he slaps your hands away.

he grabs your waist and starts to bounce you up and down, starting off slowly so you can get used to his… size.

“belphie… faster… it’s too slow.” you say in a quiet voice.

“i can’t hear you… but i’ll let it slide this time.” he mocks you before lifting you all the way up and slamming you down. he does it over and over, filling the room with a euphony of moans.

he keeps repeating the phrases; “my dumb cowgirl” | “my pretty cowgirl” | “my darling cowgirl”.

does belphie like cowgirls..? i’m not sure.

“i-i think i’m gonna-” you can’t even finish your sentence before you start to tremble and fall down, body glistening from all the sweat.

“oh, you’re already tired? i haven’t even broken a sweat.”

it’s gonna be a long night…

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Truth or Dare (Belphie x Reader x Beel NSFW Oneshot)

Belphie art by Saphire240400

▶ PLAYING ~ ❝ MIND GAMES ❞ "You had lost the game before it had ever even begun."

Truth or Dare (Belphie x fem!Reader x Beel, ~3k words)

Agreeing to a game of Truth or Dare with the youngest two demon brothers may not have been your best idea...

@asmos-pet, @blueparadis (thank you so much for organizing this!! i had a ton of fun participating 😏)

Tags: Belphegor Being a Little Shit (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Mean Belphegor (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Dom Belphegor (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Soft Dom Beelzebub (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Beelzebub Has a Large Penis (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Truth or Dare (but make it sexy), Threesome - F/M/M, Attic Club Sandwich, Mildly Dubious Consent, Blindfolds, Dirty Talk, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Praise Kink, Size Kink, Extremely Dubious Consent, Inappropriate Use of Demon Powers (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Non-Consensual Somnophilia, Double Penetration, Under-negotiated Kink, Implied Marathon Sex, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

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You had lost the game before it had ever even begun.

You should have known by the look on Belphie’s face when he’d suggested it, the way his lips twisted into a syrupy sweet smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. You should have known by the way Beel glanced at his brother, the way he looked at you, sheepish and unsure.

But you agreed. Ignored the butterflies in your stomach—the ones that wriggled and writhed and warned, the ones that made your legs tremble as you climbed the spiral staircase up to the attic.

“So,” you begin, shifting on the plush little pillow they had given you, seated on the floor near Belphie’s bed. “It’s just Truth or Dare? Like we play back in the human world?”

“Yeah,” Belphie says, smirking lazily over at you from his own pillow. “And if you don’t want to answer or do the dare—” he sets down a large bottle of demonus and a single shot glass between the three of you. “—then you drink.”

You should have realized—should have known the dangerous game you were getting yourself into—when your heart lurches in your, when nerves steal your voice and, for a moment, all you can manage is a small nod.

You really should have known.

“Okay,” you say eventually, nodding again, “who goes first?”

“Me,” Belphie says, smiling again while he leans forward. He braces one elbow on his legs, props his chin up on his hand, and doesn’t take his eyes off you for a second. “Truth or dare?”

“Um,” you hesitate, glancing between the two of them—Beel, relaxed back against the foot of the bed, one knee bent up towards his chest, watching you intently; Belphie, drumming his fingers against his cheek, waiting. “Truth.”

“Boooooring,” Belphie drawls, rolling his eyes. “Fine, let me think…”

He trails off, makes a big show of thinking; he narrows his eyes, sucks his teeth, tilts his head one way, then the other, before his eyes flick over to his twin, meeting his gaze for a fraction of a second before they return to you.

His smile turns predatory. “Have you ever touched yourself at school?”

“W-What?” you splutter. Heat floods your chest, your cheeks, the back of your neck. “No—I-I… No.”

The twins are quiet for a long moment—a moment they spend gauging your reaction, the set of your shoulders, the way you’ve curled in on yourself, just a little; it’s a moment you feel in your chest, in each frenzied thud of your heart, each fluttering wing beat trapped in the pit of your stomach.

You glance between them, open your mouth to say something, to try and fill the silence with something other than the sound of blood rushing behind your ears, but Belphie speaks up first.

“Beel’s turn~” he says, voice lilting with twisted glee.

You turn your head towards the older twin, and for the first time, you notice he’s blushing too, a soft pink that colors his cheeks, the bridge of his nose.

“Truth or dare?” he asks you, voice low and thrumming.

“Me again?” you look to Belphie, who merely shrugs, then back to Beel.

He nods.

You really should have known.

“U-uh… Dare?”

As soon as the word tumbles out of your mouth, you regret it. Wish you could snatch it out of the air; wish you could shove it back down your throat, down to join the butterflies roiling in your stomach.

But you can’t, and Belphie’s grin grows impossibly wider.

“Sit on his lap,” he says, urges, basking in the heat of your embarrassment, your discomfort.

You shift onto your knees, start to stand, to walk over to Beel and just get it over with—it’s only a game, after all—but Belphie grabs your wrist. He yanks you down, makes you fall, knees impacting on the soft carpet.

“Crawl,” he says, watching you with half-lidded eyes.

You stare up at him, eyes wide. “I… Th-that wasn’t part of the dare.”

“It is now,” he says, then lets go of your wrist and shrugs. “Drink, if you don’t want to do it.”

You eye the bottle of demonus. Mutter a short ‘fine’ under your breath and swallow down what’s left of your pride—a bitter taste the coats the back of your tongue, that has an insidious heat tingling between your legs—and crawl to Beel.

You can’t bear to look at him, at either of them. But you can feel them looking at you.

“C-Can I…?”

Thankfully, he doesn’t make you finish the sentence, lowering his leg so that you can climb onto his lap, so that you can face him and straddle his hips. You bite down on your lip, unsure of what to do with your arms, so you hold them close to your chest, back straight, shoulders tense, trying not to take too much notice of how wide your legs are spread around him.

“Good girl,” Belphie hums from behind you, much closer than he was—so close you jump. He smooths his hands down your arms, palms hot against your bare skin, wrapping his fingers around your wrists, guiding them up and around his brother’s neck. “Your turn.”

You drag your gaze away from Belphie’s hands, away from the slender fingers that rest against your pulse, to lock with eyes with Beel. Find that you can’t do anything but stare into his intensely violet eyes—eyes that threaten to swallow you whole, if you let them.

“Beel,” you say. “Truth or dare?”

Belphie squeezes at your sides, toying with the edge of your shirt at the same moment Beel’s hands find your hips, at the same moment they start to knead into your flesh and draw you closer.

“Truth,” he says.

It’s hard to think—with them like this, so close like this. With their hands all over you.

“Did… Did Belphie make you play this game?”

“No,” he says, wetting his lips with his tongue. “I wanted to play with you too.”

The way he says it, voice low and gravely and hungry. The fact that you’re straddling him, that Belphie’s arms have wound themselves around your waist. Those words. It all has you clenching around nothing.

“My turn,” Belphie murmurs, chest flush with your back. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, breathes in the scent of your hair, your skin. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” you say, but your voice wavers, warbles when he sighs against your neck.

“Ah, ah,” he murmurs. “Beel just did truth. Can’t do that twice in a row.”

You don’t remember that being part of the rules, but you can find it in yourself to argue.

“D-Dare, then,” you stammer.

When he kisses your throat, you feel him smirking. “Let me blindfold you.”

Your breath catches in your throat, sticks there like a rock. Your pulse hammers in your chest—so hard, you know they must hear it, that they must feel it. You can’t get anything out past the cotton candy fog in your head and the ringing in your ears, so you nod.

Belphie shifts behind you, and then he draws a piece of fabric over your eyes, forcing them shut. He’s gentle when he ties it, has Beel hold your hair so it doesn’t pull when he cinches it tight against your skull.

You feel yourself swaying, steady yourself on Beel’s shoulders.

“Truth or dare?” Beel asks, and you know he’s talking to you.

“Truth.”

From behind you, “how often do you touch yourself?”

You stiffen, fingers twitching at Beel’s shoulders, mouth opening and closing soundlessly, fumbling for something, for anything.

“I… I don’t want to answer that.”

“Fine,” Belphie murmurs, breath hot against your ear. He releases your waist, and then you feel the cold press of the bottle against your lips. “Open.”

He presses his fingertips up underneath your chin, tilting your head backwards until it rests against his shoulder. Then he pours—too much, too fast—into your open mouth. You struggle to keep up, to gulp down the demonus that stings in the back of your throat, tasting like berries and spice and heat.

He pulls the bottle away—finally—and you cough and splutter, feel demonus dripping down your chin, rolling down your neck in amaranthine rivulets. The buzz sets in fast—far faster than you expect. Flowing through your veins, settling into your muscles, filling your thoughts with a distracting static.

“Who do you think about when you do it?” his voice is like silk, ghosting across the shell of your ear, low and lilting while Beel laps at the demonus trailing down your throat, sucking at your pulse point, tracing the hollow of your throat with his tongue, making you whimper.

“That… That’s two questions, Belphie,” you whine.

You. Both of you—just like this.

“Answer,” he says, hands skimming up and down your sides, “or drink.”

“I-I don’t—” you stammer, shifting your hips, squirming in Beel’s grip. The hands. The tongue. The heat. It’s too much. “I don’t want to answer that either.”

The bottle is back. “Then drink.”

You do. Or, try to. You swallow deep, tears welling up in your eyes, spilling over in time with the burning in your throat, in between your thighs. You gulp, drink and drink until Belphie is satisfied and Beel is left to clean up the mess you’ve made of yourself. When he takes the bottle away, you’re reeling, gasping.

“Truth or dare?” Beel asks, murmurs against your neck.

“Dare,” you choke out, suddenly very aware of the hardness pressing into you from underneath, from behind.

“Kiss him,” Belphie says, fingers twisted in your hair now. You feel hands on your face—Beel’s—thumb brushing across your cheekbone, over the plush of your bottom lip.

“Okay,” you whisper, and then his mouth is on yours. Greedy. Demanding. Hungry. His tongue dives into your mouth, licking and tasting, sucking the demonus from your tongue. He traces the shape of your teeth, groaning into you, intertwining his tongue with yours. Swallows down every gasp, every little whimper.

You’re drowning. In the way he rocks his hips into yours, the way he grinds his length against you—the way he tastes you, the way he devours. You’re lost. To the feel of Belphie’s hands under your shirt, palming your breast, teasing your nipples, nipping at the skin of your shoulders, sucking dark bruises along the column of your throat.

“Truth or dare?” Belphie asks as Beel pulls back and breaks the kiss, letting you breathe again.

“T-Truth,” you gasp, chest heaving up and down, arching into Belphie’s touch.

“Do you like what we’re doing to you?” he asks, twisting one nipple between his forefinger and thumb, grinning when you yelp. “Do you like it when we touch you like this? When we share you like this?”

You nod, nearly frantic, struggling to hold back the pathetic noises that fall from your open mouth.

“Say it,” Beel urges, “need to hear you say it.”

Oh, you really should have known.

“I like it,” you breathe.

Beel growls, a strangled sound low in his throat, grabbing tighter onto your hips, grinding your needy little cunt against his clothed cock. You suck in a gasp. Rock your hips against him. Dig your fingernails into his shoulders. Whine at the feeling of him—so thick, so hard—underneath you.

“Truth or dare?” Even Belphie sounds affected now. Breathy. Voice thick and heady.

Needy.

“Dare,” you whisper, voice breaking half-way through the word, head falling back against Belphie’s shoulder.

“Let us fuck you.”

Your whimper is all the answer they need.

You’re being lifted before you realize it, carried over and laid flat on your back on the edge of Belphie’s mattress. They peel of your clothing, drag your shirt up and over your head, fingertips lingering on your ribs, your thighs as they pull down your shorts, your panties, half-soaked through because—fuck, you’re wet, Beel groans.

Big hands—Beel’s hands—press your legs further apart, keep you open while he squeezes at the plush of your thighs. You feel breath, hot against your core, and then he’s licking you, laving his tongue over and around your swollen nub, lapping at slick that coats your folds, holding your hips in place while you twitch and writhe.

“Open,” Belphie grunts, smearing the head of his cock against your lips.

Your body reacts before your mind can, steeped in a fevered haze, mouth popping open, tongue dipping into the salty pre-cum that beads at the tip. He groans when he sinks into the wet heat of your mouth—an absolutely obscene sound that has chills rippling down your spine, heat tingling between your legs.

When you push back against his hips, when you shy away from the length prodding at the back of your throat, he grabs both your wrists and pins them to the mattress, binding them together with his belt.

“Keep them there,” he growls, bucking into your mouth, making you gag and choke, clench around the fingers that Beel slides inside you. He pumps in one, then two, scissoring them, stretching you open while he suck as your clit.

Belphie’s hand wraps around your throat, holding you down while he fucks your mouth, while he praises you for being such a good cock sucking whore. Pressure builds in your gut, spiraling tighter, brighter, and when Belphie drives his cock all the way in, when he gags you with it and holds you there, rutting into your face—panting and cursing and moaning your name—you cum on Beel’s fingers, his tongue.

Belphie pulls out of your mouth, lets you splutter and gasp for air, just barely conscious of the fact you’re being pulled upright, that Beel loops your tied arms around his neck and maneuvers you on top of him, straddling his hips.

“Need you,” he pants, tearing the blindfold off, guides your hips down and nudges at your entrance. “Need you so bad.”

He pushes in, just past the ring of muscle that struggles to accept him.

It burns—punches the air out of your lungs because he’s big.

“B-Beel,” you gasp, tightening involuntarily because it hurts. “S’too much—s’too much—”

He grunts, eyes squeezed shut, bottom lip trapped between his teeth. His grip is unrelenting, pulling you down slowly, feeding inch after inch into your hole, forcing your legs wider around his hips, stretching your pussy open around his cock.

He’s only halfway in when you feel Belphie prodding at your puckered hole.

“Wai—” you choke on your next breath, eyes rolling into the back of your head when Beel bucks his hips up into yours, as Belphie pushes harder against your ass. “Wait, wait—” you babble, beg, squirming, struggling against the belt, the grip on your hips. “—slow, I can’t, I can’t—s-sto—”

Belphie clamps his hand over your mouth.

“Relax,” he hisses into your ear, and a sudden, overpowering wave of lethargy washes over you. His voice lulls you, coils around your mind and drags it down into a heavy fog. His voice soothes you, makes your eyelids heavy, makes your muscles unclench—lets Beel bottom out, fully sheathed in your fluttering pussy, lets Belphie pop the tip of his cock inside your ass and slide further inside.

You drift in and out of consciousness. Head lolling back against Belphie’s shoulder, arms hanging limp around Beel’s neck. In and out of pleasure. Pain. Stretch and fill. You hardly recognize your own voice, the weak, strangled noises barely audible past Belphie’s hand.

They use you. One fucking in while the other pulls out. Holding you captive between them.

“See?” Belphie grunts, abandoning his hold on your mouth to grip your throat. To squeeze while he ruts into you. “Isn’t it so much better when you just give in?”

“So tight,” Beel groans, right in your ear.

“What a fucking slut,” Belphie hisses in your other ear.

Gorgeous—and so goddamn noisy, they whisper. So perfect—making such a mess for us. Fucking harder. Faster. You’re melting, weeping, fucked out of your mind. Feel so good—our filthy little cocksleeve. In time now. Fucking you open. So full, so fucking full. So good for us—our needy little fuck toy.

When you cum again, you can’t even warn them, just a choked whine, just a fluttering of your walls, a clenching that has them both spilling inside of you a moment later, Beel crushing his mouth to yours, Belphie sinking his teeth into your shoulder.

Your eyes slip closed… then open.

You’re on your side, back to Beel’s chest, head tucked into Belphie’s neck, breathing heavy and achingly empty. They stroke your hair, trail their fingers across your flushed and sweaty skin.

Closed… Open.

Belphie kisses you. Parts your lips with his tongue. Moans into your mouth. Beel grinds against your ass, still hard, sliding through his brother’s release that leaks out of you.

Close… Open.

You whimper. Push weakly against Belphie’s chest, cry when Beel’s fingers find your clit, when searing pain-streaked pleasure burns through you.

“Shh,” Belphie soothes, hiking your leg up around his waist, dragging the tip of his cock up and down your soaking folds. “Just relax… we’ll take good care of you.”

The lethargy hits again, dragging you deeper.

Close… Open.

They’re inside you again. Rolling their hips into yours soft and slow… It feels good. Mind-numbingly good. The way Beel holds you tight against him. It feels good. The way Belphie’s tongue dances with yours. The way it’s sloppy and languid and soft. It feels so fucking good—

Close… Open.

You’re cumming again. And again. Over and over again as they bully open your insides, molding them to the shape of their cocks—you lose count. Lose your fucking mind while your eyes roll back. While tears stream down your cheeks.

They fill you. Your mouth, your ass, your pussy—with fingers and tongues and cocks and cum. They mark you. Paint your skin with hickies and bruises in the shape of their teeth.

Close… Open.

Belphie kisses you again, licking along your bottom lip. “… Truth or dare?”

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