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Obey Me!
[How the demons react to you touching their demon form.]
I tried my best to find the owners of the picture but failed. I forgot to get the owners and tried to find the pictures again (since I deleted them in my gallery) so do not hate me 🥲
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Lucifer
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He declines immediately when you asked him. His pride would never let you touch his wings/horns...until you 'accidentally' touch his wings.
He wants to scold you. But on the other hand... "As a reward, I'll let you touch my wings...and horns perhaps." And pamper him.
[He just wants you to touch him]
He brings you to the bedroom and sits on the bed letting you stroke his horns and touch his wings.
He wants to lean on you. Oh how he wishes for you to keep going like this.
"Keep going...hah, just like that. Hngh-....I have work to do-" He walks away. It seems that you have found a new side of him. Congrats!
In the past, if you're trying to do it while he's working, he'll say "Stop bothering me....fine, you better make this worth it." Looking at him now, he whines at the loss of contact, grabbing your wrist to lead back on to the bed.
"please don't go just yet.....stay."
[He's begging you.]
He said those words while he puts his head on your shoulder. He sighs in relief when you rub his wings and kisses his horns.
[He'll put away his pride just for you]
Now if any other people ask you to do it for them, well the next morning. The person disappears. If you do it to them, wanting to do it, he will drag you away. Scolding you that you shouldn't trust any other people so easily. He just wants you to do it only for himself.
Now if you want to put accessories on him, he will say it's unreasonable. Well, the next thing you know! He will be acting like a doll, letting you put accessories on him. Maybe put little feathers (any color) accessories on his horns.
"You look way more beautiful than a ruby, even the most famous painting. Perhaps are you all beautiful just for me Luci?" You tease. "Stop with the teasing already." If you had paid enough attention, you'd see a full-on flustered Luci trying to keep his composure.
Mammon
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"H- huUuUUHH?! Y-...Fine! Be grateful that the Great Mammon is allowing you!" Looking away from you. Well, the thing you didn't expect was when you touch his horn, then outlined his wings; He became greedy.
Welp, now you're stuck with a demon who is trying to be sly and make you touch his horns/wings. So, the moment you touch him, he will be addicted and snuggling onto your hand.
[Don't let go.]
Drowning into your warmth, when you tried to let go. He frowned. Not letting go, you sighed. When you stopped striding your fingers on his wings, rubbing the base of his horns. He started begging, for your touch, warmth, and praise for how fluffy his hair is.
If you hadn't touched him for a week, He'd start throwing little tantrums at you. Then when you finally started to do it. He would be saying so many muffled apologies.
If you started doing it to other people, even just playfully bullying them by messing their hair. The next day, the person didn't want to get close to you. Flinching at the sound of Mammon's voice.
Accessories. He would be delighted to have jewelry on his horns/wings. Especially when you chose them and put it on him.
"My little treasure, no amount of money can compare to you!" Patting his head and gliding your hand through his fluffy hair. He was stuttering about what you just said. Falling onto the floor. He looked away blushing.
Levi
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"W- WHAaaAaA?! I-....alright. B- but! Can you please wear Henry's outfit in exchange? (The fish)/Ruri Chan outfit in exchange?"
(If you have a built body, do. Not. Flex. Well, if you do. You will have him having a nosebleed. No matter which outfit. The Henry outfit or the Ruri Chan outfit.)
He looked away embarrassed. Flinching when you grab the base of his horns, lightly stroking down his tail. Now, if you do it while he's playing a game. His focus is all on you, the contact of your hand on his tail, and the other hand on the tip of his horns.
When you let go, he will start crying. Saying if he did anything wrong, did he? He holds you tight. (Even when you have a big body. Not in the sus way though) feeling hot tears on your back.
[Please continue. If you wont, he'll be sad!]
He's the demon of envy! So of course he's gonna be soooo jealous when you do it for other people. The next thing you know, the person looks like he has been through a whole lot. Flinching at the sound of water, and doesn't even get near you.
Accessories! He would let you do it. Nothing too flashy. Maybe make him wear the Ruri outfit just for fun~ or maybe put little bows on him to make it look even cuter!
"Awww, such a cutie. Don't be shy, let me add the one last bow." You said smugly, wrapping his tail with a little bow. You also had wrapped a bow on his neck and his horns. He was blushing so hard, he was even redder than the bows!
Satan
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"Is this perhaps a new kind of torture? Hmm..I will participate then." You chuckled. You griped his horns then tugged his tail. He flinches. Wasn't because of pain, he was quite enjoying this.
You would scratch the base of the horns softly. Then stroking his tail lightly. Do this especially when angry or maybe stressed. This can distract him from doing destruction and chaos. He would enjoy it even more if you do it a bit more rough.
[Maybe in bed too.]
He can last about half a month. (If there wasn't something to trigger his wrath.) But if you don't do it for too long, he WILL. Knock down your door, dragging you to his bedroom so you can pamper give him with your love and care.
If you refuse to do it, he will crack. Having frustration upon him, he destroys everything in his path. The next day, you have no choice but to do it. Because he knows that you're too soft and kind to let any destruction that hurts life.
[So, please keep pampering him.]
You can't even do it to anyone. The moment that there's a sign of it. That person would be gone. No traces.
Accessories, you only let him have soft, not-so-harmful ones. (Since even if it isn't supposed to be harmful, he has a way to make it harmful.) He loves it because it's your choice. You had thought about him.
"Hello, my little emerald." You are trying to not laugh. He was surprised you called him that. Even though it seems he was calm. He was malfunctioning.
Asmodeus
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He won't even hesitate. He loves when you touch his horns and small wings. You treat them so gently, like an artifact that can break even a single mistake.
[He doesn't mind if you go rough]
You would take care great care of them with the first contact with his horns/wings. So now, it's in your daily schedule to take care of him. At first, he didn't really like them. But when you came into his life, he now has a reason to like them. It's because you are the one who put great care into it for him! He usually feels lust. But from you, just filled with love and care!
[He would be delighted if you have some lust for him]
If you don't take care of them, even for 1 day. He will open the door and launch on you. Whining about it and how he misses you! The way you touch him so gently. If you leave, he will get on his knees. Begging for you to not leave.
If you do it to anyone, the next day. The person feels like his energy and life force is being taken away and later withers away.
He would love accessories! Any accessory will do. He will ask you if it fits him well. Maybe put some roses. (The picture is an example)
"You look so pretty. Even without it." He smiles, hugging you and you hug back oh so lightly.
[He loves when you compliment him even without anything on him.]
Beel
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He doesn't mind. He actually appreciates it. It distracts him from eating everything in the fridge. Happily basks in your warmth.
Touching his horns, gently outlining the shape of his wings. If you stop, he'll frown. Asking you to keep going. If you refuse, he gets even more sadder and now he barely even touch his food!
If you hadn't done it yet, he will go to you and ask for more. Snuggling onto your neck. Hungrily wanting for more.
If you do it for someone else, he will tell you that his heart stings and has the desire to drag you and keeping you in his arms so you can only do it for him. He felt guilty, frowning. Thinking he was in trouble. Nope, you just ask him if he wants to eat with you.
He doesn't really find it in the use of accessories. But if you're doing it, he wouldn't mind. That's just another excuse for you to touch him.
"You look like a chipmunk! How cute." He doesn't know if he should be flattered or embarrassed but he just smiles sweetly.
Or maybe
"You know. I can just eat you up right now!" You smiled. He was still processing what you mean by that.
[He hopes you keep your promise]
Belphie
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He was too tired so he just nodded. He jolted when he felt a hand rubbing the base of his horns and the other hand was playing with the fluff on the ends of his tail.
He was about to quietly yell at you until he found it...soothing, comforting and so relaxed. So he just bathe in your warmth and sleep
Well, for a few days now, he has been asking you to do it since he found out he cannot now sleep without you doing it.
If you refuse, he will be cranky and throw small tantrums. Day, by day. It got worse and worse. So you just agreed to do it. When you leave, you hear a whimper. Tugging on your sleeve, leading you to the bed, and laying on your lap. Expecting you to comfort him. Wrapping his tail around your arm. Teasing you with the fluffy ends of his tail.
[In hopes of you grabbing it.]
If someone asks you to do it then later, the person suddenly cannot sleep and if they do, they will have terrible nightmares.
He only accepts soft accessories that are quiet or a necklace that doesn't easily get tangled with anything.
"Goodnight belphie. Sweet dreams." He smiled. Snuggling in closer while you cuddle him.
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akuzonprime · 16 days
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[12:02 AM] While you were in the middle of a meeting with the Anti-Lucifer League, you somehow end up in the middle of Satan and Belphie, who were both busy braiding your hair as they continue plotting.
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devildomwriter · 4 months
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At The Dance vol 2
Diavolo: “Well then, I suppose there’s only one part of the school festival at this point, right? So, who did you decide to go to the dance with, MC?”
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Lucifer
Lucifer: “MC… Hello. I hope you haven’t been waiting long. Come on, let’s get going.”
At the dance
Lucifer: “Everyone’s looking at us. I suppose it’s not surprising. After all, I’ve never danced with anyone at one of these events before. You’re the first. …Do you remember that one lime I said to you during the play? In case you’ve forgotten, it went like this… ”MC, I love you.” Well, we may not be on stage now, but I’m happy to say it again. As many times as you’d like. I love you, MC. Truly and deeply…”
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Mammon
Mammon: “Yo, MC! I’m here! So, Whaddya say we get goin’!”
At the dance
Mammon: “Is it just me, or were you gettin’ AWFULLY close to Lucifer during the play? I mean, you two didn’t get that close during rehearsal, did ya? …To be honest, it made me jealous. Like, don’t you get it, MC? You’re mine, okay?! Mine! So don’t go gettin’ all up close and personal with other guys! …Hey, after the dance, how about you come to my room?”
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Leviathan
Leviathan: “Listen, are you sure you want to go with me? You aren’t regretting your choice, are you?! Well, either way, it’s too late to change your mind! You’re going with me to the dance, got it?”
At the dance
Leviathan: “Listen, MC… I want to thank you. It really made me happy when you stayed up all night with me working on that costume. I’m glad that we at least managed to get your costume done in time. You looked amazing in it. …! Ahh, sorry! I stepped on your foot again… I never thought I’d find myself on a dance floor, you know? It’s such a normie thing to do, and I’m no normie…But I promise to practice and get better…for you. So let’s do this again!”
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Satan
Satan: “Have you been waiting on me, MC? Let’s get going. The dance is starting soon.”
At the dance
Satan: “I guess you managed to get all of us brothers to put aside our differences and make up… I know you’re good. But even so, this time I thought that you’d probably bitten off more than you could chew. But I was wrong. I guess that maybe when it comes down to it, you’ve got us all in the palm of your hand. …Even so, none of my other brothers get to dance with you tonight, do they? Just me. Which means you view me differently from them, don’t you? I’m special to you. It’s true, isn’t it? Tell me it’s true, MC…”
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Asmodeus
Asmodeus: “Hehe… I see that you look adorable as usual, MC. I could almost eat you up! Well, shall we get going? We do want to miss our chance to show off in front of everyone!”
At the dance
Asmodeus: “So, what did you think of my performance, hm? Perfect, wasn’t it? I don’t need to try to be attractive… I just am! Still, I spend a lot of time thinking about which angels I’m best viewed from, so I look even more stunning. It’s a skill that translates well to the stage. Hehe. I bet seeing me in that play made you fall for me even harder, didn’t it? Well, you were amazing our there yourself, you know? So amazing that I almost forgot we were in the middle of a play. I wanted to take you in my arms and make you mine right then and there. To be honest, I’d like to do that right now. What do you say…interested? Because I’m free after this…”
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Beelzebub
Beelzebub: “MC, have you been waiting on me? Mm, here’s hoping that there’s lots of good food at the dance…”
At the dance
Beelzebub: “You sure do work up an appetite performing in a play, huh… I thought that maybe I’d be so nervous that I wouldn’t realize I was hungry, but nope. You didn’t hear how my stomach was growling during the performance, did you? To be honest, I’d like to head over to the buffet right now… What do you say the two of us sneak over there after this song ends? Then we can eat and eat and eat to our heart’s content…together!”
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Belphegor
Belphegor: “Hey MC, I’m here. Are you ready to go? Here, you can take my arm.”
At the dance
Belphegor: *sigh*… “I’ve got to say, I feel exhausted. But now that the play’s over, we don’t have to rehearse anymore. No more dealing with Simeon the drill sergeant. You must be pretty worn out yourself, right? Hey, is it okay if I sleep in your bed tonight? I’ll be nice… I’ll gently stroke your head until you drift to sleep. Oh, but…sorry in advance if I end up falling asleep before you do.”
Solomon
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Solomon: “Wait…you mean to say you don’t have a date to the dance? Well, I was planning on going alone, too. Why don’t we lonely singles go together?”
At the dance
Solomon: “Haha. You know, you’re a pretty good dancer, MC. You learn quickly. …Or maybe it’s that I’m a good teacher? This is a dance, after all. It’s no fun if we both just stand around like wallflowers, is it? So why stop now? When the next song starts, let’s just keep dancing.”
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Multiple
Luke: *blushing* “Wha?! MC… Just how many demons did you promise to go to the dance with?”
Diavolo: “I take it you mean to take turns dancing with each of them?”
Solomon: “…Let’s just hope there isn’t any bloodshed as a result of this.”
At the dance
Satan: “So, MC… It seems that one date to the dance wasn’t enough for you, was it?”
Mammon: “Man, humans are one thing, but you’ve got a lotta nerve tryin’ to okay multiple DEMONS like this.”
Leviathan: “This is why I hate normies! Always getting ALL the attention…always having ALL the fun…”
Belphegor: “Wow, I never thought you were the type of master to do something like this…”
Asmodeus: “So, Just one of us wouldn’t cut it, hm? Well well, aren’t you greedy? Tsk, what are we going to do with you?”
Beelzebub: “Still, it’s not like I don’t understand the feeling. One serving is never enough for me at dinner. I always need seconds. And thirds. And fourths…”
Lucifer: “Well, you got yourself into this. Now you’re going to have to deal with the consequences. You’re dancing with everyone.”
Luke: *sigh*… “I knew it. You’re all about to fight over who gets to dance with MC first, aren’t you?”
Diavolo: “Too bad. And to think, they’d just made up…”
Luke: “MC, why not try that trick of yours? You know…where you look at them and go “STAY!””
Diavolo: …*sigh* “MC hasn’t even said anything yet, and already you all look terrified.”
Luke: “I guess it’s a conditioned response at this point. They do it by reflex.”
And so the fun continued into the night, and many more memories were made…
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freyyzu · 1 year
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I LOVE YOU’S
In which there are a thousand ways to tell you “I love you,” but saying it is still my favorite.
a/n; because i love them. and also because every time they say “i love you,” in-game i start kicking and screaming from embarrassment. not proof-read or edited because it’s too long and i wanted to be done already aksjd
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LUCIFER —
Lucifer has always been openly honest with how he feels for you.
Words of appreciation aren’t considered strangers in your relationship, and there’s not a day that passes by where they’re not exchanged.
Simple ‘thank you’s when you hand one another an extra pen or paper.
Brief kisses and ‘good morning’s when you pass each other in the hallways of the House of Lamentation.
Gentle reminders to ‘sleep well,’ when you know there’s a long day ahead tomorrow.
He’s always been a person reserved in showing you physical affection in public, but you know more than anyone that he cares more deeply than he’ll allow anyone to see.
Lucifer was used to working for long hours, oftentimes going the whole day without leaving his room — today just so happened to be one of those days.
It’s late evening when he finishes going through all the papers that have piled on his desk. A full 24 hours without running into any of his brothers or even taking a break to eat.
It’s strange, he thinks. Typically when he works he could still hear the ruckus outside. Whether that be Levi chasing down Mammon for not paying him back for something or Satan yelling at Beel to stop clearing out the kitchen before any of them have time to cook a proper meal.
With curious steps, he makes his way downstairs, hoping to see what his brothers are up to and sneak in a late night snack whilst he was at it. To his surprise, the only thing he finds is an empty, quiet house, and you standing in the kitchen preparing a tray of food.
“Ah, Lucifer!” The way your expression lights up upon seeing him makes it feel as if all the stress from the past few hours have melted away. “Are you done with your work? I was just about to bring you something to eat since you missed out on your meals.”
Lucifer doesn’t find the need to respond, or perhaps he’s simply too tired to, all he does is walk over to your side and wraps his arms around your waist. Immediately, he feels your hand come up to rest on his head, gently rustling his hair.
“You did good today.”
“Mmhm.” He eases into your touch, “I love you.”
Your laughter tickles his hands, “I love you as well. Now c’mon, you gotta eat. I’m sure you must be starving.”
MAMMON —
There’s never a day in which Mammon wouldn’t deny being in love with you.
He’s lucky that you find it endearing above all else, otherwise he would’ve suffered a few bruises already.
Because he finds it difficult to tell you how much he loves you, he decides it’s probably best to show you, instead.
He holds your hand on the walk to RAD, making sure to tell you that it’s simply ‘for your protection,’ even though you both know you’re more than capable of handling yourself now.
That cake you had offhandedly mentioned wanting to try shows up in front of your door the next day along with a very embarrassed demon holding on to it, claiming how he ‘just so happened to get lucky,’ even though the lines for the bakery are known to span for three hours long.
Mammon can’t seem to focus.
Perhaps it was the boring lesson plans that he had to get through, or maybe it was Lucifer’s threat of once again stringing him from the ceiling if he failed another test looming over his head, but the demon’s thoughts were only fixated on you. You, who’s currently sitting right beside him, pointing at blurry words on a page and spouting nonsense about some history notes he’s going to forget three seconds later.
“And so… Mammon?” You look up at him curiously. “If you’re tired we can—”
“I love you.”
The words leave his lips before he could even process he was saying it, or even why he was saying it. There’s nothing romantic about your situation right now. There are papers scattered all across your coffee table, eraser shavings lost within your carpet, and three books open, none of which he has paid attention to. If anything, this was the absolute worst moment he could’ve picked to say that phrase.
You blink.
And then he blinks.
You turn red.
And then he turns red.
“Ah…”
“AHHHHH,” he covers his face, flailing his hand wildly. “Ignore that! I didn’t say anything!”
He’s ready to get up and run out of the room, failing the test and being strung up again be damned, if not for you grabbing his arm and preventing him from moving anywhere.
“Say it again,” you insist, leaning in closer and giving him your best puppy-dog eyes, ones that you know he can’t resist saying ‘no,’ to. He caves, as you were sure he would, “I… I love you. I love ya’ lots, okay?!”
If smiles could reach past the eyes, he was sure yours would. “I love ya’ lots, too, Mammon.”
LEVI —
Levi would rather hide in his room for a hundred years than ever say that he loves you.
Of course, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to, but every time he tries he chickens out.
Thankfully, you have the patience of a saint, and he couldn’t be more grateful that you haven’t tried to pry those three words out of him (yet).
Still, Levi does what he can to show you he cares in his own way. Whether that be buying games of your favorite genre, or binging your favorite series just so he has more things to talk with you about, anything else will do.
Though it makes him feel extra bad whenever you say it so easily and he’s left to be a stuttering mess.
Levi sucks in a deep breath.
He hardens his nerves, counts to three, and then tries his best to vocalize how he feels. “I…” He pauses, eye twitching from nervousness. “I- I- I CAN’T DO IT!”
A loud groan escapes his lips as he crouches onto the floor of his bedroom, covering his face with his hands from embarrassment. He’s been at this for days now, looking at Henry through the tank and trying with every nerve in his body to just get those three words up and out of his throat to no avail.
Every time he thinks he’s going to get it your face pops up and instantly all his confidence disappears into thin air.
Levi sucks in another deep breath.
One more time, just one more time, he’ll get it this time.
If there was ever a time for the phrase “fake it ‘til you make it,” to be used, this would be the time. With newfound confidence, he pushes himself up to his feet again and stares directly at Henry, who looks back curiously.
“I-” he scrunches up his face and forces the words lodged in his throat out in a tiny squeak. “I love you.” It’s so quiet, and he barely manages to get your name out afterward, but he did it!
He did it!!
He—!
“I love you too, Levi!”
“AKJSDHJKSFGFGKJ????!?!”
“Wow, I didn’t know you could vocalize a keysmash like that.” You’re laughing, he’s on the floor, face completely red and regretting all his life choices, and you’re laughing. “Sorry for entering without your permission, but I tried knocking a few times and no one answered.”
The best thing you could do for him right now is to stay away, get out of his room even, while he waits for the floor to consume him whole, but instead, you walk towards him, stopping just inches away from his face.
“I couldn’t hear you very well the first time. Could you say it again?”
SATAN —
If simply being in one another’s company and enjoying each other’s presence is considered a way of saying ‘I love you,’ then no one does it better than Satan.
He doesn’t really find the need to say the words very much, but when he does, it’s filled with so much softness and care.
He’ll also say it the most when it’s just the two of you, away from prying eyes.
It’s something special, only for your ears, something only you get to hear.
The best moments in life are the ones where you get to spend them with your loved ones, and for Satan, it was no different; a book in his hand, you in his arms, a blanket thrown loosely to cover your legs as your head rests on his shoulder.
It's been two hours now, two hours of uninterrupted reading time — no brothers barging in his room looking for you, no text messages blowing up his notifications, no uninvited guests knocking on the doors of the House of Lamentation — there wasn’t much else he could ask for right now.
“‘And so, the man looks at the person standing in front of him, the person he’s respected and cared for the most in the world, and holds out a hand. Whatever it is that you need, whether it be riches, luck, or power, I’ll be there to deliver it right into your hands.’”
You shift in his arms, and he pauses his reading for only a moment to make sure you’re comfortable before continuing.
“‘And what if I said that the only thing I desire right now was neither riches, nor luck, nor power, but happiness — happiness with you? What would you deliver unto me, then?’”
“‘I would tell you then that I love you. That I would deliver to you: me. Mind, body, and soul.’”
Satan chuckles, “you stole my line.”
You smile, blinking up at him innocently. “Then just say it again.”
His eyes scan over the words once more, “I would tell you then,” he places the book down and cups your cheeks, pressing your foreheads together, his steady gaze holding onto yours. “That I love you. That I would deliver to you: me. Mind, body, and soul.”
ASMO —
No one tells you that they love you more than Asmo does. To him, saying he loves you is just another ring thrown into an endless pool of compliments.
‘You look so cute today!’ He’ll tell you the moment he spots you with a new outfit on. ‘Are you using a new lipstick?’ He notices every small change that you make to your appearance.
It makes you undeniably happy, of course, but it also makes it hard to differentiate from when he’s just being from when he’s being genuine.
Though if you ask him about it, he’ll be more offended than you could ever imagine. Everything he says to you is genuine, how could you ever think otherwise?
There’s been something strained about your relationship with Asmo lately, and unfortunately for him, he can’t seem to figure out what it is.
His compliments don’t have much of an effect anymore. The cute blush you seem to always adorn when he tells you how cute you look doesn’t appear, and every time he gives you a kiss he sees for a fraction of a section that a frown adorns your lips.
“Now, will you please tell me what it is that I’m doing that’s making you sad? I can’t bare to see you frowning anymore.”
Today, he plans to get to the bottom of it — and the first step was to corner you.
You’re laying on his bed with him on top of you, arms caging you in to prevent you from running off. Still, the both of you know full well that if you really had any intention on escaping then you could easily use your pact.
“I just…” You break away from his gaze, embarrassed, mumbling something incoherent under your breath.
“One more time?”
You turn even redder, “I don’t know… what it is you really like about me.”
Asmo blinks.
What do you mean you don’t know what he likes about you? Does he not tell you every day in full detail? So much so that his brothers would actively complain about how annoying and overbearing he is? He sits up, and pulls you forward to face him.
“I love your eyes,” he begins, “I love how they light up every time you get excited about something. I love your personality, how kind you are to everyone, even if they won’t show that same kindness back. I love your determination, how you never give up even when things don’t go your way.” He reaches out to cup both of your cheeks. They’re warm. “I love how rosy your cheeks get whenever I compliment you.”
“I-” you stutter, and his grin widens. “I think I get it now, please stop!”
“Stop?” He muses, “but what about my compliments? I think I deserve that much after you’ve been avoiding me for a week now!”
You glare at him, no doubt just wanting to end this conversation already. “I love you.”
Oh, that’s just unfair. You can’t just pull the ‘I love you,’ card out on him like that and get away scot free — but you do, and he lets you. “I love you, too, cutie!” The both of you once again crash onto the bed, his arms wrapped tightly around your neck. “Don’t you ever forget that!”
BEEL —
If you looked up the definition of ‘gentle giant,’ in the dictionary, Beel’s face would appear.
Despite his larger stature, there’s no one more willing to lend you a helping hand, whether you really need it or not. He just wants to make your life a little bit easier.
To Beel, ‘I love you’s don’t need to have any special meaning behind them. He simply says it because he wants to, whether you’re doing mundane things, or going through something eventful.
He just wants to remind you from time-to-time, and you enjoy doing the same.
“You aren’t mad at me?”
“Hm?” Beel hums, glancing at you, resting on his back. “Why would I be mad at you?”
“Because I made you leave fangol practice early?”
His thumb absentmindedly brushes over your thighs, shifting you into a slightly more secure position (not like he would let you fall either way). “It wasn’t your fault.” If anything it was his.
“Really?”
“Really.”
He was the one who had gotten distracted in the middle of their practice match and turned right as he threw the ball and ended up almost hitting you in the face. Thankfully you had stepped out of the way in time, but ended up tripping over the bench and sprained your ankle, leading Beel to call off early to take care of you and help you back home.
You had insisted that you were okay and that just a bit of ice and bandages would be enough, but he insisted. With his genuine concern in wanting to help, and the notion that he might’ve been the one caused you to get hurt, there was no way you could have denied him.
And so, here you were, arms wrapped around his neck as he carries you back to the House of Lamentation, piggyback style.
There’s a rumble on his back, and he hears your quiet giggles. “Thank you for always taking such good care of me, I love you, Beel.” Your thanks are followed by a quick beck to the back of his head, and he wishes he could just move you into a different position right now and return the favor.
Unfortunately, he can’t without risking further injury to your leg, and so he settles for pressing a kiss to the side of your arm. “Of course I do, I love you after all.”
BELPHIE —
Will tease the living daylights out of you to show his affection.
If you want him to say ‘I love you,’ you’re gonna have to jump through three rings of fire and let him use you has a pillow for minimum three days first.
Even then, he’ll only say it if he’s in the mood, and probably after you’ve already fallen asleep so you can’t hear it.
“What do you mean? I already told you yesterday,” he’s having way too much fun with this. “When? While you were asleep, of course.”
“You’re terrible.”
He chuckles at your comment, simply basking in the way your hands brush through his hair.
So what if its been two weeks of him teasing you just for you to finally hear him say that he loves you? It was fun (to him) and that’s all that matters. Besides, it wasn’t as if he’s never said it before, he just wanted to make it a little game this time around.
“You say that, but here you are.”
“Well,” you brush a strand of hair away from his nose. “Even if you are an ass this feels nice for me as well so it’s okay.”
“So it’s alright for me to never say it again?” He teases, knowing it’ll just push your buttons further.
“Don’t push your luck.”
It’s the dead of the night when you finally fall asleep and somehow, Belphie was still awake. He pokes your cheek, stifling his laughter when you shift uncomfortably and mumble something akin to ‘that tickles’ before proceeding to bury yourself further into his chest.
He likes this, he thinks. It’s fun to tease you, and it’s even more fun knowing that you’re just playing along with him when you could full-well just use your pact to make him say it already. Though, he’s sure that if he mentions that you’ll retaliate saying it’s more genuine to hear him say it without using the pact.
“I love you.” He places a gentle kiss on the top of your head.
You don’t need to know he’s been saying it every night.
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cosmicstarlatte · 4 months
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Literally can’t stop thinking about the Belphie pinching your nose while sucking him off post, do you have any other mean Belphie thots? I don’t know why he’s so hot when he’s mean
18+ nsfw // minors do not interact // choking
everyone say thank you goodygirl anon for that thought!
Tbh I imagine Belphie liking slapping/spitting on your cunt/cock, pulling your hair harder than necessary when fucking you; being used more as an object, a human cocksleeve. don't get me wrong he still very much loves you...in his own way 😌
My favorite thing to think about is him teasing you while he fucks and chokes you:
"You like it when I do it, don't you? You're squeezing me so tight..."
"None of my other brothers do it like I do. No...you like having your human life in my hands again, right?"
anyway song rec bc of these lyrics, "choke me like you hate me but you love me" 🎵🎶
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misc-obeyme · 7 months
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Belphegor with "I like being close to you. You're warm." maybe? It seems like a very Belphie thing to say.
Hi there, anon!
I agree, that is absolutely something Belphie would say. I don't write for him a lot, but I actually really enjoy writing his character! I know there are people who don't like him, but Belphie is pretty high on the faves list for me lol.
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GN!MC x Belphegor with prompt "I like being close to you. You're warm."
NSFW MDNI
Warnings: fingering and penetration (reader receiving), oh yes and a little bit of biting
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Even when you had a lot to do, you found it almost impossible to say no to Belphegor when he wanted to take a nap with you. And that was how you found yourself in your bed with Belphie snoozing beside you. You were on your side and he was on his back, his shoulder and arm pressed up against you.
You weren't fully asleep because you were thinking about all of the things you should be doing in that moment. You couldn't help thinking about the pile of homework on your desk or the chores that you still had to take care of.
As though sensing that you were awake still, Belphie rolled over, tucking himself around you and draping an arm over your waist.
"Belphie," you said. You knew he was doing it on purpose. "I have to get up now. I have stuff to do."
"It can wait," Belphie said. The clearness of his voice gave away the fact that he hadn't actually been sleeping, either.
"You're not even sleeping," you said. "You don't need me here."
"I like being close to you," Belphie said. "You're warm."
You sighed in exasperation, ready to attempt to pull yourself out of his arms and out of your bed.
Belphie nuzzled into you, tightening his grip and pressing himself further against your body.
And this action caused you to pause. You didn't pull yourself away as you had been planning to do so that you could go do some homework.
Instead, there was a little throb of desire in your gut when you felt Belphie's erection against your back.
So that's how it was.
You considered your options. You could pull yourself away anyway and get on with the homework you still had to do. Or you could…
The choice was mostly an illusion, a way of making yourself feel like you actually considered getting out of bed at that moment.
You pushed back on Belphie, rubbing against him deliberately.
Belphie chuckled in your ear and kissed the back of your neck. "What was that about having stuff to do, MC?"
"How about this. I'll stay if you make it worth my while," you said, not willing to give in completely just yet.
The arm around your waist was immediately repositioned so that Belphie could put his hand down the waistband of your pants. He leaned forward into you and put his open mouth on your neck, just barely pressing his teeth into your skin.
You tried not to give him the satisfaction of a dramatic reaction, but you couldn't hold in your moan. Not as his fingers traveled up and down between your legs, stimulating everything into a wet heat. Not as you felt his lips on your neck and his cock still hard against you.
You gripped his arm, needing something to hold onto as his fingers continued to send pleasure shooting through your body. You pressed yourself back against him just to move yourself a little, to feel him even closer. Belphie rolled his hips into you in response, his lips moving down your neck.
"Belphie," you said quietly between gasping breaths.
Belphie stopped kissing your neck for a moment. "Hmm? What's the matter, MC?"
You reached behind yourself with the hand that wasn't holding onto Belphie's arm, pressing your hand between your bodies just enough to grasp his cock. You heard Belphie suck in a breath as you stroked it lazily.
Belphie hummed low in his throat as he pressed his face against your back, seemingly overcome by the feeling of your hand on his cock.
"MC," Belphie moaned into your back. The hand in your pants moved out of them to start tugging them down. "Can I…?"
You shifted your hips so that your pants could be pulled partway off. Then you pressed backward into him again, positioning your legs to give him access.
You let go of his cock and mumbled, "Put it in, Belphie…"
You wouldn't need to ask twice.
Belphie slowly pressed his cock inside you, the feeling of him filling you up and making you gasp. The hand of the arm you still held in your grip moved up to squeeze one of your nipples.
And then Belphie was rocking his hips, thrusting slowly into you from behind. His moans were soft rumbly sounds that you could feel vibrating through your back.
It was so sweet and so like him. You were so close together, there was so much heat being generated between you. It wrapped around you the way Belphie's body did as he started to increase his pace. It wasn't fast, just enough to make you squirm.
Every thrust was thorough, making your skin tingle and your blood rush through you, but it wasn't enough.
"Belphie, please," you said, not caring about the desperation in your voice.
Belphie didn't need any additional pleading. He moved his hands to hold your hips, even pressing one between your body and the mattress. And then he increased his pace again, this time getting wild and sloppy. The thrusts became fast and hard until you were crying out at the way his cock pulled the pleasure out of you.
You grasped the sheets, your fingers twisting around the material, nearly pulling them off the bed entirely.
Belphie's lips were back on your neck and this time he was biting down, bringing just a little bit of pain to your pleasure. It was enough to make that sweetness tighten deep in your belly and you felt yourself nearing your orgasm.
You cried out incoherently when you came and you felt the heat of Belphie's cum as he climaxed at the same time. The feeling of it filled you with a satisfaction you hadn't been expecting.
The two of you stayed still for a long time while you took in heavy breaths. Belphie backed up a little, giving you some space, but he wrapped his arms around you again, letting them rest against you gently.
"You can go do your homework now, MC," Belphie said, his voice low and a little raspy.
You sighed and twisted around in Belphie's arms so you were facing him. He was smiling at you. It was a lazy, smug sort of smile. You frowned, gripped his face, and kissed him.
This seemed to catch Belphie off guard at first, but it wasn't long before he returned the kiss, his mouth opening for you easily.
When you moved back a little to take a breath, Belphie smirked. "Already hoping for round two?"
You reached down and grasped his cock, which was hard again. "You have no room to talk. Unless you'd like me to go do my homework instead?"
Belphie didn't say anything in response to this, instead pulling you in closer and kissing you again.
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gumsnail682 · 2 years
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~If MC got catcalled~
(Catcalling, mentions of violence) (not proof read)
Scenario-
 You and your demon were taking a relaxing walk in one of the many large parks in the human realm. When it got closer to lunch your demon left your side to go get food from a vendor nearby. That's when a weird man decided he wanted to bother you, he whistled at you "Hey hot stuff, why don't you come back with me and I can show you a good time!"
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Lucifer-
No. Absolutely fucking not
As soon as he saw you were uncomfortable because of the man he was by your side in an instant.
"Just who do you think you are!?"
He has to restrain himself from harming the man
He'll get you out of there ASAP 
"I'll never leave your side again, I'm sorry you had to deal with that my love."
Mammon-
You have to stop him from fighting the man. "Mammon let's just go! It's not worth it" "I ain't letting him get away with talking to you like that, let go!"
After the man left Mammon would be all over you "Did he touch you? I'll kill that bastard!"
Expect to get spoiled the rest of the day
Leviathan-
He wordlessly walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. "Want me to summon Lotan?" He asked timidly.
This wouldn't be the first time this has happened and Levi gets really insecure when it happens.
If the man made you really uncomfortable or feel unsafe Levi would get violent but it's not his first instinct. 
"How dare you make my Henry uncomfortable!"
Satan-
Don't even try to stop him from beating that man's ass
He'd basically sprint over to you, forgetting about the food.
he'd hold you close to him gently, you'd be able to tell how angry he was by how tense he was and how rigid his breathing was.
Please run your fingers through his hair, he'd never admit it but it calms him down. 
Asmodeus-
He'd strut over to you, after setting your food down somewhere he'd pull you close, pulling you into a kiss. 
"MC is this guy bothering you?"
If the man wouldn't leave Asmo would simply charm him, "Should I command him to jump off a bridge darling?" He was only partly joking.
Beelzebub-
When he saw how uncomfortable you looked he immediately sped over to you.
"MC, are you ok?" 
If the guy isn't immediately scared off he'll be running for the hills when you tell Beel what he said.
"I'm sorry for leaving you alone so long. Let's find somewhere else to eat ok?"
Belphegor-
You don't even notice him sneak up behind you.
He snakes his arms around your waist and rests his head on your shoulder, pressing gentle kisses to your neck before leading you away.
Let's just say that guy wont have a single good dream for the rest of his life.
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dulcelovestoomuch · 11 months
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Devildom's Idol // Obey Me Brothers x Idol!Reader Headcanons
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As you stand on the stage, you realize after a long journey that you have made it. A mere human singing on a stage, surrounded by hundreds of demons singing along to your music.
It took time for them to recognize you, but no one could deny your voice or impact anymore. You sung your heart out on stage and that alone gave rise to the fanbase before you. You were truly an idol that transcended the realms.
The music blared and you raised your microphone to your mouth.
"Are you ready, Devildom?"
The crowd screamed and you smiled. You began singing, listening to the chants of fans and watching swirling light-sticks in the crowd. This was everything you ever wanted, but you didn't do it alone.
You glance to the person staring at you behind the stage, waiting for you to finish your last song. He had been with you every step of the way.
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Lucifer
Definitely proud of you and having a famous partner is probably some type of ego boost to him.
Would be protective of you though, from fans and both the industry itself.
Not afraid to put any creepy idols or executives in their place.
Looking over contracts with your manager for sure.
You're just sitting there as they go back and forth on the prices to negotiate for.
Would be like a second manager to be honest.
Makes sure you eat and take care of yourself.
"MC, did you take a break, yet? You've been practicing since early morning." "Uh..."
Will pick you up and force you to sit down and rest.
He knows how hard your work to give your best performances.
You will have to do the same to him sometimes.
You both work too hard.
Mammon
Definitely would ask for like 10,000 grim whenever someone wanted a picture with you.
Partially out of jealously even if he denies it.
Would sell some random things of yours, nothing too personal, but a pen is definitely going missing when he can't fight the urge.
"Mammon?" "Yeah, MC?" "Where's my pen? "..."
He bolts every time.
Photoshoots together 100%
People would definitely realize you were together at some point.
There would be rumors and gossip, sometimes people talking bad about Mammon, but you didn't tolerate that at all.
He may not be perfect, but he was yours.
He secretly doesn't understand why someone as great as you is with him.
May or may not know some fan chants, but that's his business only.
Levi
Probably stans you
"I-I can't believe the idol MC hugged me???" "Levi... We've been dating for six months..."
Can't believe he's dating an idol
Is this an anime plot???
Posters of you in his room
Definitely fights to get merch of yours even though you could give him freebies
Would be jealous at other fans talking about you, but would then realize he's the only one that actually has you.
Still gets jealous though.
He tries his best to attend your concerts, sometimes he's overwhelmed, other times he's waving his light-stick and chanting in perfect harmony with the other fans.
You are both in awe and horrified at how perfect he does the fan chants.
Satan
Sometimes when he wants background noise while reading he'll put on your music.
Always manages to go to your concerts.
If anyone tries anything, they better be careful.
Once a demon tried to grab your hand and pull you close.
Satan got involved.
You prayed for that random demon.
Secretly feels like he has a one-up on Lucifer by dating you.
Not that it's the reason he's dating you, but it's a bonus.
Definitely would buy all the magazines that featured you in someway.
Front covers?? Interviews??? Boy has got it all.
He makes even the most dedicated fans look like fake fans with his collection.
"Satan, you don't have to buy every magazine I'm in," "I don't have to but I want to."
You wore cat ears a fan gave you once and it literally broke him.
Asmo
Selfies everyday, and I mean everyday.
Everyone in Devildom would be delusional if they didn't notice you were together
The most sought after demon and the most sought after idol??
Definitely lots of talk about you two.
You used to sing at his "Asmo Nights" but the crowd got too large at some point and Diavolo had to step in to prevent a hazard.
So, only sing at concerts please, for Diavolo and Barbatos' sake.
You find out that boy can sing and the Devildom is flipped upside down when you two release a duet.
However, even with all the attention, he would always make sure that you know he's loyal to you. He doesn't care about others or fans as much as he cares about you.
Your love is what he needs most.
"You know I love you the most, right? <3"
Beel
Feel like he would be proud of you, but in the end it wouldn't matter to him if you're famous
He just likes you for you
And your cooking
I can see him going to every event though, waving a light-stick in one hand while munching on something with the other.
Seeing how hard you work makes him hungry.
He would be protective of you though, not afraid to step in if a fan was getting too close.
Brings extra snacks into the practice room and tries his best not to eat them so that you can eat when you're done.
"MC, take a break," "I can't Beel, I still haven't got this step down," "Well, I brought your favorite," "..."
You try to say no, but your stomach growls and you end up beside him, munching together on your favorite snacks.
Belphie
Sings your songs while he's asleep.
You recorded him singing in his sleep. You watch the videos whenever you need to pick yourself up.
Tries his best to stay awake during your concerts, but if he can't, he'll find all the posts he can about it.
That way he can see if he missed anything.
Definitely makes it a goal to have you rest.
You are booked and busy, but you can't forget to sleep.
Admires how hard you practice.
But is possessive and hates when can't spend time with him.
Sleeps in the practice room as you learn new dances.
You wake him up when you're done and he just pulls you close and cuddles with you awhile.
"Belphie, I'm sweaty," "And?"
Eventually will let you go so you clean up.
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Hope you enjoyed. I tried my best to make things accurate, I'm still new to writing the boys and Satan gave me the toughest time. This is my second work and my first time doing headcanons in the fandom, hopefully I can do more soon, and maybe make this one a series!
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inhuman-obey-me · 3 months
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Congrats on 🎉4000🎉 followers, you honestly deserve it. I love reading all your work. Can I request 👻 + Belphegor, with MC involved?
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Two requests for Belphie with this prompt, wow! Thank you both for your compliments and the request!!
"I'm the creature that haunts your mind." - Belphegor/MC
cw: references to Lesson 16
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You weren't always scared of the dark.
The thought has been weighing heavily on Belphegor's mind recently. It comes to him again as he watches you startle backwards at the innocent sight of a door unexpectedly ajar.
You were bold, for a human. You got used to the Devildom's most unsettling quirks with surprising speed. You got mad at him the first time he lied to you, which he'd shrugged off. But you had never, ever been scared of him.
You should have been.
It's your own fault, he tries to tell himself. I warned you. I told you that it was your fault for believing me in the first place.
That's what he tries to tell himself, but he can't.
He catches you as you trip backwards -- "Shouldn't you know to watch your step around here by now?" he teases, trying to raise your spirits. You laugh back with embarrassment, masking the momentary freeze as clumsiness.
It's enough to fool his brothers. But Belphie always was the more perceptive one.
You weren't always scared of the dark -- but you are now, and it's his fault, and he knows it.
Night falls, and he can't sleep, and that's a real problem for the Avatar of Sloth. You aren't sleeping either, he's pretty sure -- he'd know if you were. But it's been weeks now, and each night, he doesn't feel you relax into sleep so much as he senses you succumbing to exhaustion. So when he comes knocking on your door, he's fairly confident you'll answer.
"Oh, hi Belphie," you say with forced cheerfulness as you open up. "Is something the matter? It's late, it's not like you to be up still."
"I couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd come see if you were still awake. Although, I guess you should have been sleeping too, shouldn't you?" He gives you an equally forced smile, though he makes his look quite a bit more natural. Well, he's a practiced liar, after all, isn't he? You should know that well enough now.
"Oh, I-I um, I guess so. Yeah, I probably should be, huh? But I just felt like staying up tonight. You know, like...I was reading a scary story before bed, and now I'm too scared to go to sleep. That's what I get, I guess!" you laugh, sweeping away the truth behind evasive sheepishness again.
No, it's my fault. I'm the creature that haunts your mind, his mind screams at him. But he can't say that out loud to you, not when you're trying to keep up such a brave face. What can he say, though? What can he possibly say to make it better? As much as he wishes he could, he can't take it back. He can't fix this. There's only one thing he can say, and it won't fix anything for you.
Still, he should say it anyway, right?
"I'm sorry."
He squeezes you in a hug, not too tight but firm enough to reassure him that you're there -- that you're warm and solid, and that the biggest mistake of his life really hadn't cost you yours. He had grown to like you during those months he'd been shut up in the attic, honestly he really had! But he'd been so blinded by rage and grief that he killed you!
But he doesn't say any of this, so you just blink at him in confusion from within his embrace, softly patting his back in a daze. "Um...you don't need to be sorry that I read something scary, you know...?"
"Not for that. I'm sorry for what I did to you. I'm sorry that you're scared now. I'm sorry that sorry doesn't make it go away. I'm sorry that I'm the reason you can't sleep anymore. I'm just so, so sorry."
You laugh softly against his ear, partly out of surprise but sweet as syrup all the same, and you squeeze him gently back and give him a light peck on the cheek. "I know. That's the reason you can't sleep either, right? It's okay, we can fall asleep together. I think I'll be able to if you're next to me. I love you. I forgive you."
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sakura-chan-25 · 6 months
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Nonverbal (Rewrite, I guess)
Pairing: All brothers & MC, Belphegor x MC
Summary: MC goes non-verbal after a panic attack.
Word Count: ~920
Warning(s): mentions of panic attack, going non-verbal as a result of panic attack, a bit of swearing, pet names (hon, lovelies), sound-sensitivity
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MC was sitting on the floor, their back pressed against the wall as they slowly calmed down. Any minute now one of the seven demons could barge into their room, yelling that dinner’s ready. Or MC could be lucky and they knock for once or just send a message in the HoL group chat for everyone to see.
As it seems luck was actually on their side today because their D.D.D vibrated next to them on the floor. Satan was on cooking duty today and told everyone to “get their asses into the dining room. Dinner’s ready.” The human answered with the ok-sticker and slowly moved from the floor.
In all honesty, they didn’t want to get up and they really didn’t want to eat but if MC didn’t go, the brothers would worry about them and they didn’t want that.
The panic in them subsided for the most part so they hoped they could endure the brothers’ usual quarrels.
When MC finally reached the dining room, most of the brothers were already there. Belphie and Levi weren’t here yet, meaning Levi probably didn’t see the message because he was playing a new game and Belphie was probably sleeping.
Lucifer asked Beel to get them, so the younger brother couldn’t eat their portion away. That didn’t stop Mammon and Asmo from greeting the human, though. Their voices were full of energy like always and MC couldn’t help but slightly tense up. They recovered quickly and smiled at them while giving the demons a little wave in return as they sat down.
The brothers were confused. Usually, MC would greet them with the same amount of energy and come with a “hello, lovelies!” or something like that back at them. They decided to leave them be for now. Maybe the exchange student was just tired? They looked a bit exhausted after all…
As soon as Beel came back with a sleepy Belphie and a grumpy Levi, everybody started eating. The brothers were all talking together, telling each other how their day had gone. MC didn’t really listen though. They were picking at their food, occasionally taking a bite. It was like they were on autopilot.
Suddenly the voice next to them asked: “Are you alright, MC? You haven’t eaten much.” MC looked at Satan and just nodded. They didn’t feel like talking right now. Maybe they also couldn’t? They didn’t know.
MC’s lack of response however concerned Asmo: “Are you sure you’re alright, hon? You haven’t spoken a word since you’ve been here.” They only nodded again. Satan then decided to ask once more: “Are you 100% sure, MC? You’re usually the last person to be quiet.” MC just gave him an apologetical smile and looked down at their plate. Why couldn’t the brothers leave them be? Why did they have to talk? They just wanted to stand up and go back to their room. Maybe lay down and take a nap? MC was exhausted after all, a nap didn’t sound too bad.
“You’re nonverbal, no?” Levi’s confused voice sounded. Their head snapped up to look at the sea demon in front of them. The human slowly nodded, unsure of the answer themselves. Mammon was really befuddled at that statement: “Huh?! What do you mean you’re nonverbal?” MC tensed and almost whimpered. “Oh, wait. Panic Attack?”
Everyone’s eyes expectantly looked at them. They quickly nodded before crawling under the table. MC was used to the attention of seven demons but that didn’t mean they liked it.
The brothers’ widened eyes looked at each other, not knowing how to react. Belphie groaned and went under the table too, slowly crawling to their rocking form. Their arms were tightly around themselves.
Belphie wasn’t sure what to do and he was glad his brothers decided to keep their eyes at each other or the food and not crawl down too. “Can I touch you?”, He whispered while stretching his arms out.
MC stared at him for a second. In the next they threw their arms around his neck, burying their head into the crook of his neck and using a death grip on Belphie to make sure he couldn’t leave. He slightly chuckled at their eagerness and hugged them back. “Don’t worry. I’m not leaving, MC. I’ll stay right here.”
His hand caressed their back slowly while the other played with their hair. MC was too tired to fight the drowsiness that came over them as they calmed down. Since Belphie didn’t seem to let go anytime soon, they just fell asleep in the arms of the youngest brother under the dining table.
After a while Lucifer looked underneath the table. “Are they alright?”, he asked as he stared at MC’s sleeping form in Belphie’s arms. “Mhm.”, the younger demon nodded, still playing with their hair. Lucifer smiled softly and sat back up, finishing his dinner.
The other brothers soon followed, leaving MC and Belphie sleeping under the table. They would ask the human about it another time. If they prefer, they could talk with MC through the group chat.
After everyone was done eating and put their dishes in the dishwasher, Asmo looked under the table and cooed softly. MC and Belphie were lying on the floor, sleeping. Well, the demon was on the floor, the human was on his chest.
Asmo just had to take a picture and upload it on devilgram! After all, whole devildom had to know how cute his younger brother could be with the beloved exchange student!
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A/n: The original was written in second pov☠️ So that is a big difference, plus I “changed” the end a bit and yada yada yada. (Why do I even explain, lol?) Anyways I hope you enjoyed and have a good day/night! :D
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My teacher teaching:
The students listening:
Me:
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Belphie brain-riot >>>>
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hopeluna-archived · 1 year
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I'm here darling....
Obey Me! Characters when you have a nightmare
Characters: Lucifer, Satan, Belphegor x gn!reader
Genre: fluff, comfort
Warnings: the picture below💀
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Lucifer
Lucifer was once again staying up late to finish the paperwork assigned to him by Diavolo. The only exception being instead of being locked up in his office, he was working in his bedroom where you lay on the bed, waiting for him to finish.
Lucifer smiled when he had turned around for a second and saw you had fallen asleep. But the smile soon faltered when he noticed your scrunched up face and how tightly you were gripping the sheets.
The avatar promptly rose up from his chair, making his way to the bed. Gently shaking your shoulders, he gently held your face when he saw your eyes widen in fear. Whispers of "its alright darling"s and other reassurances soon filled the room.
Lucifer does experience a fair share of nightmares of his own and so he takes extra care in making sure you have what you need. If you want him to be with you, he'll gladly hold you in his arms and abandon his earlier work without a second thought.
And if you would like some space, he'll stay beside you and let you collect your thoughts. He'll hold you hand throughout though 'cause when he saw you in pain, he couldn't help but feel a tug on his heartstrings.
Satan
It was in the middle of the night when Satan stirred awake at the shuffling beside him. Groggily opening his sleep ridden eyes, he immediately reached his hand for the warmth beside him. As his hand made contact with the empty space, he jolted up.
He then frowned, seeing you at the far side of the bed, curled up in a ball. Putting his hand on your arm, Satan gently called out your name in hopes of waking you. His frown deepened more when you shot up, clutching his hand in fear.
Slowly bringing you in his arms, he'll ask if you want to talk about it. If you do, he'll silently listen while rubbing soothing circles on your side. He'll even offer some solutions from books that he read in hopes that you'll be able to sleep better.
If you don't want to talk about it, he'll simply hold you in his arms as you both fall back asleep. He'll press soft kisses on your face with promises of "I won't let anything happen".
If you find trouble falling back asleep, he'll offer to go fetch some tea to calm down and if you want, maybe even read to you. He'll do anything you ask, he just wants to not see you in pain anymore. Its all Satan wants.
Belphegor
Its pretty hard to wake Belphie up as he tends to not care much of the outside world when he is in his slumber. But the when he feels you constantly shift in his tight hold, with furrowed eyebrows he opens his eyes to see you clutching onto his shirt like your life depended on it.
Belphie tried waking you up but it seemed like the sleep was too heavy and it seemed as if the nightmare had its claws sunk deep into your back, latching on to you and not letting you go.
Not able to bear your hurt anymore, Belphie gently held your face. Muttering an incantation, he sighed in relief when he saw your face soften and your breathing becoming steady as the nightmare faded away and you fell into a dreamless sleep.
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psychocoffeeaddict · 8 months
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Belphie blinked in irritation. The lightning was too close and the flashes of light illuminated the conservatory too much. He yawned and picked up his favourite pillow. Might as well head to bed, his nap was being ruined this way.
He passed the door to the library and paused. He frowned and turned back to look. Nope. He hadn’t imagined it. MC was wrapped up in blankets, sitting in a chair pulled up to the window. They were staring outside. He walked up to them and leaned over. “What are you doing?” MC didn’t jump. That was irritating. They flicked their eyes up, then quickly looked back as a rumble of thunder roared over head, and sure enough that damn lightning lit up the whole sky! Man it pissed him off. MC said something he missed. “Hmmm?? sorry I missed that.”
MC looked up at him, their eyes were glowing. “Isn’t it amazing! I’ve never seen thunderstorms like this!” Belphie blinked in surprise. Ah! Right. Satan had mentioned this. MC went nuts over natural phenomena. Lucifer had banned them from the lava fields after they tried to gather rocks that hadn’t cooled properly. Belphie shivered. They were demons, but even he thought this human was a tad insane.
He sighed. Humph might as well stay here. Who knew what they’d try if he didn’t. He picked them up, ignoring their squeak of indignation and sat down, pulling them into his lap. He put his pillow behind his head and leaned back. “All right. I’ll watch the show with you, but then you have to go to bed. Lucifer’s gonna get mad if you don’t get enough sleep.” They sighed, but snuggled into his hold. Their quiet giggles that burst out at each flash of light made him smile. Shit. They were insane but they were so damn cute!
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devildomwriter · 4 months
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Dance Invitations Vol 2
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Asmodeus: “Ooh! Hey, I just thought of something! There’s going to be a dance as part of the school festival celebrations, right?”
Satan: “Assuming nothing has changed this year, yes.”
Asmodeus: “So, who do you think MC is going to dance with?”
Belphegor
“…Um, listen. There’s going to be a dance as part of the school festival, and… I was wondering if maybe you’d go with me…?”
— 27-15
Satan
“There’s going to be a dance on the evening of the school festival. And I was wondering if you’d be interested in going with me?”
— 27-16
Asmodeus
“MC, did you know that there will be a dance on the day of the school festival? So, how about we go together? You’d like that, right? I mean, with me as your partner, you’re guaranteed to be the center of attention! The whole school will be talking about you, you know?”
— 27-19
Beelzebub
“When I’m with you, MC, I’m a little less aware of how hungry I am. …At least, that’s how it seems to me. …Oh, I’ve been meaning to ask you something. There’s going to be a dance on the evening of the school festival. And I was wondering if you’d go as my partner?”
— 28-1
Leviathan
“…Um, hey. MC… Uh, about the, um…dance party. You know, on the night of the school festival… Would you be interested in maybe going with me…?”
— 28-5
Mammom
“Anyway, changin’ the subject… MC, I know there’s somethin’ you wanna say to me. Go on! …You don’t know what I’m talkin’ about? Really?! Really really?! You seriously don’t know?! Come on, I’m talkin’ about the thing! The thing happenin’ after the school festival!”
— 28-8/28-11
Lucifer
“And so I ask you, as the one I love…would you dance with me tonight? I can’t hope to marry you and live out our days together. It would be a selfish dereliction off duty, and I can’t abandon my people like that. So I ask you, could I have this one night…one night to remember forever?”
– 28-15
Solomon
“Wait…you mean to say you don’t have a date to the dance? Well, I was planning on going alone, too. Why don’t we lonely singles go together?”
- 28-19
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freyyzu · 1 year
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i do not know if you are taking requests or not ,, so im sorry for requesting if you are not and just ignore this please 😭💗💗💗
but if you are,,is it possible to have the demon brothers finding a breath taking sculpture of them in mcs room made by their hands ( sculptors are just *chefs kiss* ) maybe the bros weren't sure about confessing but this was the final straw?
SCULPTURES
There's a sculpture sitting on your desk and it looks an awful lot like him.
a/n; sorry this took me ages anon, i have no excuse aksjdh though, i was unsatisfied with how i wrote this so i had to restart like four times...
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Lucifer is taken aback
throughout all his years of living he’s seen many portraits and sculptures of the like that try to replicate his beauty. many failed, many succeeded, and he can say for certain as he looks at the one atop your desk right now, that you have succeeded.
maybe it’s the lovesick part of him talking, perhaps he was just in awe at how incredibly skilled you are at your hobby, but there’s no denying the fact that his heartbeat has sped up and that he was more entranced by your work of him than he ever has been with the delicately crafted portraits from the celestial realm.
lucifer had always been on the fence about his feelings. he had many responsibilities under his belt, and there were other factors at play — excuses, every single one of them. perhaps finding your sculpture was just the thing he needed as the final push to tell you how he feels already.
Mammon feels his brain stop working
as soon as he spots the sculpture of him just plainly in the middle of your desk he gets mildly annoyed. of course he knew you were working on something, but never did he think it was going to be him.
it’s pretty. he’s never been a person to really care for the fine arts but when it’s of him, and when it was carefully and so meticulously crafted by you of all people, he can’t help but admire it more. a part of him wonders why you didn’t just ask for him to be your model — it’s literally his job! and then it hits him.
he’s a mess for the next couple days every time he runs into you. his ears are red, and he stutters over the most basic of words until eventually he just lets it out that he had found your sculpture of him when he came to visit and it was making him embarrassed because he’s been in love with you for so long and now you just had to go and make it worse. don’t tell him you left it out on purpose, he’s sure to blow a fuse.
Leviathan near breaks it
it wasn’t on purpose! and he catches it just as it’s about to fall, so crisis avoided! but now there’s another problem, and that’s him. him - who is so red in the face he fears he might actually explode within the next few seconds.
levi’s love for figurines is practically unmatched, meaning when he found out about your skills he was over the moon in learning more about it, maybe commission something from you… but he certainly didn’t expect you to sculpt him of all people! he carefully places the stone back on the table exactly where he finds it and scampers out of your room faster than one could blink.
don’t come into his room for the next year, normie! he means it! because if you come in then he’s going to for sure say something he’ll regret if you don’t feel the same way. maybe… you should help him a little bit with that?
Satan is at a loss for words
there are a number of things that he could say right now to vocalize his amazement at your skill and how deeply touched he feels, but all the words that he wants to say seemingly die in his throat.
he can’t help but admire your work forlonger than necessary, the fear that you might come back and see that he had found your work be damned. in fact, he would prefer that you came back in at that moment so he could tell you straight away what amazing work you’ve done.
he grabs your hand the next time you have alone time together. a smile graces his lips, casually brining up just how you really outdid yourself this time with your new piece. the flush that paints your cheeks is enough to make him spill his feelings right then and there.
Asmodeus can’t help but swoon
the curl of his bangs, the length of his nails, the flutter of his lashes — somehow you’ve managed to capture it all in your sculpture. he can’t even imagine how much time and effort (not to mention skill) this must have taken you, and he wants nothing more than to tell you just how fantastic of a job you’ve done!
it was entirely accidental that he had seen the sculpture, but then again it was hard to miss when it was just smack in the middle of your desk. with his curiosity piqued, asmo gives it a glance and immediately gasps upon seeing a beautifully constructed pose of him carved out in stone.
he doesn’t hide the fact that he saw your ‘little’ project at all. the next time you’re in your room he barges in with glee to smother you with appreciation, his confession spilling out the middle of it all. would you like to get a live look at all the features you couldn’t craft by memory? he’ll let you see those and more if you’re up for it.
Beelzebub thought you got it commissioned
unlike the rest of the brothers, he doesn’t come into your room often without permission, and unless you mention that you have a hobby in sculpting it doesn’t cross his mind at all that you’re the person who crafted it. it’s only when he sees the tools neatly tucked away in a corner does it really settle in that you’re the artist.
art isn’t something that has a place in beel’s heart, but even he can admire how much time you’ve put into this. there were days where you hadn’t shown up on time for breakfast and other times where you completely skipped dinner. He was worried about whether or not you were getting enough energy, but at least now he knew the reason behind it all.
his confession is purely accidental. he finds you the next day to tell you he hopes that now that you’re done with your sculpture that you’ll stop skipping meals. he likes you too much to see you possibly faint because of him. oh, and of course he appreciates that you care for him so much you would even sculpt him! it was really well done.
Belphegor thinks his eyes are deceiving him
he comes by your room practically every other day for a nap when the attic just isn’t doing it anymore, so how had he never noticed that you were making something like this?
his finger traces the grooves of the structure, admiring how there were no nicks or rough areas, all while trying to wrap his head around that fact that it was really him. it takes him a bit to remember you could come back any time now, so he makes himself comfortable on your bed as he always does.
when you do come back to your room a while later he invites you to cuddle like he hadn’t just walked in to the surprise you were planning to give him. that doesn’t matter though, if you want to sculpt him more after this he’s all the more willing to let you as long as you tell him why you picked him of all people. he thinks the look that crosses your face is adorable.
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cosmicstarlatte · 5 months
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Belphie being mean and pinching readers nose while she's sucking him off and not letting off until he finishes🥺?
-From: Goodgirly🔒
18+ nsfw, minors do not interact // dubcon, mean belphie, degrading bj, tears
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"Mm...you can do better than that."
Belphie disappointedly looked down at you as he slid his cock out of your mouth and slapped it against your cheek a few times while you coughed and gasped for air.
He sighed. "Let's try again before I get soft."
Before you could take another deep breath, his hand found itself on the back of your head, while the other guided his thick cock between your swollen wet lips once more. He let out a small content hum as you gagged, your warm throat squeezing around him.
He peered down and grinned when he saw the tears in your eyes and the way you struggled to breathe. He could feel his cock getting harder. Now they're getting somewhere.
Belphie kept his hold on your head and with his other hand he pinched your nose, cutting off the only air supply you had left. You dug your nails into his thighs and struggled as your loud wet choking and gagging filled the room. Belphie let out a low groan as he fucked your mouth.
"Fuck! You look and sound so much fucking better like this."
The fat tip of his cock abused the poor narrow walls of your throat with each thrust. Big fat tears rolled down your cheeks as he continued pummeling into your face, balls slapping against your chin. You tried to push against his arm, his thighs, anything to at least let you breathe a little but his strength was unmatched compared to yours.
"Hah...! You can breathe when I'm done! Oh fuck, fuck, almost there—!"
With a few more harsh thrusts, his hand finally let go of your nose as he reached his peak. He moaned as he spilled his cum down your throat; while you desperately breathed in as much air as you could.
Once he was finished he slid his cock out and admired the piece of work left on the floor.
Your hair was a mess, tears still running down your cheeks, and drool covering your chin all while you coughed and gulped in globs of air.
Belphie could feel his cock stirring once more. ⬦
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