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Satan and Angels
This implies that even Satan views angels as prestigious and to be next to previous angels is intimidating even though they’re brothers. He still has a lot to learn about them but the fact they were angels means a lot to him and not just because he didn’t experience that with them.
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Kissing the Obey Me writer who decided to call Beelzebub’s anime episode “For Whom The Belly Rumbles” on the mouth because not only is it an amazing pun, but it’s also a reference to “No Man is an Island” by 17th century poet John Donne which is an INSANE title for a deserted island episode that explores themes of death and loss in which he tries really hard not to eat a guy
#op#I could write an entire essay about this episode and the say his name devilgram#and how they’re actually really deep insights about loneliness and how he processes the world around him through the lens of eating#but that’s for another time#OM stuff#obey me Beelzebub
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So, I'm reading back through the main story and outlining Delphi's story. (Where significant events happen, where I'm gonna write fics, where already finished fics fall, etc.) And so I get to Lesson 5-1, the aftermath of Beel's rampage in the kitchen. I'm just reading along, giggling, having a good time, and it gets to Lucifer's lecture.
In the SpongeBob narrator voice, I just say to myself "Three Hours Later..." not remembering at all how long this lecture is. And what pops up on my screen?
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#i am deceased#i love it#obey me#i'm a little slap happy i think#the oracle speaks#on the plus side though#i'm getting a rough timeline laid out!#i won't rewrite the whole game#that's too much#but i will supplement with little insights#and rewrite the important bits that Delphi would react differently to
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the house of lamentations so unhealthy like secrets??? Not communicating??? Self doubt?? Insecurity and insults “the only thing better something something than your life would be to end it” and aggressive bullying mammon wtf then dead sibling coping
the chaos is fun but I’ve only been playing for like a week
probably gonna go insane but imagining an interactive family that’s at home is fun 😋
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BESTIE IVE BEEN IN THE OBEY ME HELLHOLE FOR YEARS NOW LIKE THREE YEARS MAYBE???? IM SIMP???? Levi and Belphie tho 🥵😩 and I haven't watched the anime yet 💔💔 the game is so good tho
AS YOU SHOULD BE!!! I actually watched the anime and didn’t play the game for months after bc I was worried my mom would find it on my phone 🧍♀️ but yes!!! They’re in my top 3 but my #1 is mammon 🥵 What’s your order of favorites for all the dateables 👀 if you can even do that I feel like that’s a hard question lmaoooo
#i am currently not advancing in the main story bc my cards are not strong enough :(#there’s like always an event to do tho so it’s all good#also the anime is literally amazing like I think it’s hilarious#actually mammon was my least favorite in the anime tho but the game gave much more insight into his character#so here I am simping 🥲#obey me#mutuals <3#ask#my name twin 💖
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I posted 875 times in 2022
That's 875 more posts than 2021!
438 posts created (50%)
437 posts reblogged (50%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@yourboyhack
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@scarlett-vixen
@obeythedemons
I tagged 772 of my posts in 2022
Only 12% of my posts had no tags
#obey me - 554 posts
#obey me shall we date - 480 posts
#obey me one master to rule them all - 460 posts
#obey me leviathan - 277 posts
#obey me mc - 209 posts
#obey me x reader - 180 posts
#<3 - 177 posts
#obey me mammon - 157 posts
#obey me x mc - 150 posts
#leviathan - 144 posts
Longest Tag: 101 characters
#if this was the case levi and mc! amber would have a 5 year difference right about now after season 4
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
omgomg im a big fat barbatos simp okay do you have any soft / clingy barbatos head-cannons ? like domestic ones im down bad for this man — 👺 anon
Domestic Headcanons with Barbatos
A/N - Honestly i love this one cause i am also a sucker for domestic fluff and also I am a simp for Barbs as well! <333
Barbatos x gender neutral reader | Established relationship | Headcanon
When it comes to domestic lives, Barbatos is the most clingy one out of the two of you
After coming back from his duty as a butler, he would wrap his arms around you from behind and rest his chin on your shoulder
He would also find his way to give you forehead kisses as well since he really missed you
Will always lightly press his forehead against yours since it helps him feel relieved and he loves looking at your eyes
He will always listen you about your day before telling you about his since he loves listening to you more than anything
Will instantly hug you back if you ever come and give him a hug since he's very touch starved
If you want him to teach you how to play an instrument such as the piano, he will guide you by holding your hand to show which key to press from behind
There are times, both of you had danced in the kitchen with soft music thanks to Barbatos' insistence which you could never deny
Everyday is cuddle night for both of you as whenever both of you are going to sleep, he will pull you close to him and wrap his arms around you while you snuggle up to him
Honestly he just loves you so much and he too deserves the love for being a great partner too
563 notes - Posted August 27, 2022
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Can I request a scenario where the bros are angry at MC for whatever reason and MC making it up by leaving some cute pastry in front of their door.
🍰 food solves everything
When you think he is angry at you so you leave a pastry at his door as an apology
A/N -I like the idea Anon! I am more than happy to write this for you! Also I sadly can't do all the brothers since I don't know how to write the first and fifth borns still but hopefully this will work! ^^
Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Beelzebub, Belphegor x gender neutral reader | Established Relationship | Separate headcanons
Okay this man could never get angry at you
He was more angry after he lost the money he had at the casino and thought he could try and win for you so he could treat you for a proper at Ristorante Six
Guess you could say he couldn't look at you after that but you didn't know that and thought he was angry at you
You started wonder what you did to make him angry at you or upset with you
You couldn't remember what you did but he didn't talk with you once and this made you feel upset
You decided to make him a pastry to make it up to him
You decided to leave the croissants at his door with a note before knocking and walking away
When he opened the door and looked down to see a freshly made batch of pastry with a note he was confused but when he read the note he felt his heart shatter
He never wanted to make you feel bad and think you did something to make him angry at you
He put away the pastries in his room and quickly went to look for you
Luckily, you were in your room when he barged in and before he could say anything, he hugged you
"I could never be mad with you Human. I'm sorry for ignoring you Treasure..."
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652 notes - Posted July 9, 2022
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How he reacts to you playing with his hair
Mammon, Satan, Belphegor x gender neutral reader | Established relationships | Separate headcanons
The first time you did this, he was taken aback by your actions
It was technically just a normal day for your boyfriend to barge in and talk about many things or he was just bored so he was talking with you
It was mostly him rambling about things until you decided to play with his hair which immediately shut him up as he turned to look at you, slightly shocked and getting defensive straight away
"Oi Human! Who told ya that ya could play with the Great Mammon's hair?" He said all flustered which made you retract your hand slightly with a frown
"I didn't tell ya to stop now did I?" He grumbled, instantly making you happy as you continued to do so as he snuggled up to you
He wouldn't admit it but he loves it when you play with his hair cause of his tsundere personality
He literally reminds you of a puppy asking for attention and it's sweet and adorable
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657 notes - Posted June 29, 2022
#2
Can I get some soft Fluffy heacanons for Mammon, Satan, Diavolo, Barbatos, and Simeon with a sweet and honest MC who believes what they're told [as in, if Mammon being tsundere says he doesn't like them, they'd believe it]
When he learns that you believe what you're told
A/N - I love this request but sadly I don't write for Simeon due to me not being able to capture his character well! Hope you still like it with the other characters! ^^
Mammon, Satan, Diavolo, Barbatos x gender neutral reader | Separate headcanons
Mammon is instantly shocked and livid the moment he learns that
He got to know this when he asked you to join him for something but when you tell him that you thought he hated him, that's when everything clicks into place
He'd notice your sad expressions at times but didn't think much on it but now he knows why
He'd go onto apologize for the things he said and will reassure you that he never meant anything bad he said to you
He really loves you but just can't get himself to say it cause of his tsundere personality
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667 notes - Posted September 2, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
you mentioned you wanted hc requests– could i get Lucifer, Mammon, Simeon, & Diavolo reacting when MC tells him that they feel safe wrapped up in his wings? <3
When you tell him that you feel safe when you're wrapped up in his wings
A/N - I don't write for Lucifer and Simeon (yet) but I will gladly do Mammon and Diavolo! Forgive me please ^^;;
Mammon, Diavolo x gender neutral reader | Established relationship | Separate headcanons
He gets all high and mighty upon hearing it on the outside
But on the inside he feels his heart swelling up because you said that and is probably blushing on the outside while acting high and mighty
Will literally hug you and wrap his wings around you as much as you want him to
I repeat he is blushing and is a flustered mess right now
Levi is definitely calling you two 'normies' under his breath as he passes by you both
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669 notes - Posted July 8, 2022
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I wonder if the Winged Lion ate Marcille's hair (desires) in part to keep her dependent on him & more easily controlled.
I had already noticed that he has a tendency to frame her power in ways that keep her reliant on him. It's a some classic manipulation bullshit - he appears helpful, but he is constantly pushing her towards isolation.
See, for example: offering at first to give her a full view of the dungeon to help her find Laios and the others, knowing its painful for her -
And then offering using monsters to search instead, which keeps her less aware of what's actually happening
(This post by @mmikmmik has some GREAT insights into this particular moment as well, and is a large part of what has me thinking about the ways the Winged Lion manipulates Marcille in general.)
Or there's also the way that he pushes HER to be the one to attack the Canaries, making her more explicitly their enemy and more directly responsible for their injuries...
Even though moments later he's perfectly happy to deal with Mithrun himself, without Marcille's guidance (he even hides the act from her).
All of these things keep her isolated, all of these things keep him in control.
But if the Winged Lion wants as much control over Marcille as possible, and wants her only to act through him and his powers, you know what else he probably wants to suppress? Her magic.
And what helps her keep in touch with her magic?
Her hair.
Think about it. Thistle was such a thorn in the Lion's side in part because he was able to seal the Lion in those books and act independently. The last thing the Winged Lion wants is another mage getting out from under his thumb.
Plus, we already know the Lion can be tactical with how he consumes desires. We know because we just saw him eat Thistle’s desire to resist, only a few chapters before turning his charms on Marcille.
So, if he wants to make use of Marcille, wants to keep her under his control, and doesn’t want to show his hand - he can use a similar technique.
Something as small as eating her desire to take care of her hair wouldn’t be noticed right away, but it would keep her disconnected from herself. It would be another small step in undermining her ability to act - to keep her friends safe, to achieve her goals, to fix things - without him. To make her feel like the only way out was to obey.
#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#marcille donato#dunmeshi analysis#dungeon meshi spoilers#(mmikmmik I hope you don't mind the @ I just loved your post and wanted to give it a shout-out)
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Hello Mr. Gaiman, hope this ask finds you in good health, I really need your help.
I’m a law student and currently taking a course on Law and Literature, brilliant by the way. We were given the freedom to chose a theme of our preference on the way law is represented through literature, and I thought Good Omens was the perfect subject for me.
I was interested in focusing on a faulty, inflexible system, especially one heavily influenced (in this case entirely made up) by ‘canon law’ and the way it influences social spheres. The incoherent dichotomy of moral good and bad, the way they influence ethical right and wrong translated into law.
What I was interested in is whether the legal system of Good Omens is based on positive legislation, or more on a customary, spiritual one. The reason why the question arose is the specific scene of ‘The Clue’, where Aziraphale openly ‘acts against the will of God’, and is convinced he will be brought to hell by Crowley. This is interesting to me, because in response he just says that he wouldn’t tell on him, and that was that.
Does that scene mean that angel status is not based on a spiritual(literal sense) monitoring of the soul, but rather about obeying statute and the way it is institutionally evaluated? Is there a set legislation, would it be God’s will? For that reason, would it be ineffable?
I feel like the fact that God is supposed to be omniscient would kind of undermine that theory, but nonetheless I wonder. I suppose that what I’m pleadingly asking for is some insight on the legal frame you maybe pictured for the Up and the Down (do they follow the same general legislation? Is it about legal pluralism? Are they monitored? Is it about lack of sufficient number of managers or oversaturated personnel?).
Pretty please,
A very desperate uni student
P.S. I’m very sorry about the length, I’m not good at summarizing things that I really enjoy. Also sorry for possible writing errors, English is not my first language. (If you see this more than once, sorry. As we’ve already established, I’m a little desperate)
I love these questions. Honestly, I don't think the Good Omens Heaven/Hell system is codified enough for me answer, other than to say both sides are very big on rules and have codes and agreements (see Crowley bluffing in the bookshop) and whatever you put in your essay I promise I will never turn up and maintain that you were wrong.
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Heyy gorgeous! I’m here once again lol. I was thinking about enemies to lovers this time. Elijah and reader despise each other. She’s always getting on his nerves and he’s always making her embarrassed etc etc. She’s also misbehaving - like interrupting him mid sentence, being sassy and he’s just trying to hold it together. One day they get into a fight or they have to train together (like he did with Gia in s.2) and there’s just too much sexual tension between them. Some angry sex and so on…? Thank youuu🥰
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Elijah Mikaelson is controlling, arrogant and absolutely infuriating, you don't know how anybody can stand him. That is... until he gets you in his bed.
♡♡ Thanks for the request lovely @msveronicag ! I love this idea so much and I got a little carried away with it ♡♡
8.2k words - Warnings: smut, dom!elijah, blowjobs, choking, spanking, rough sex, tinsy bit of ass play, Elijah being a smug little control freak...
You were back in New Orleans, visiting your old friend Marcel. He turned you nearly fifty years ago and he had always been a mentor figure for you. You left the city to go travel the world and discovered everything it had to offer. But you always remembered your roots, and Marcel was still the man you looked up to the most. So, when he called, asking if you wanted to come help him keep the peace and order in the city, you were happy to agree.
You knew the Originals had arrived in town and you were interested in meeting them. They were an endlessly fascinating bunch of lunatics from what you heard, and you couldn't wait to meet them.
But when you finally got the chance, you were surprised by a few things, number one, they were all ridiculously hot.
And number two, you instantly hated Elijah Mikaelson.
He was just so arrogant and stuck up. His constant use of posh words annoyed you to no end, and his perfect hair was just begging to be ruffled.
He just strolled into Marcel's loft one day and started giving orders. Talking to Marcel in a way that immediately pissed you off. You didn't like to hear your friend being talked to like he was beneath anyone, and so you spoke up.
"Excuse me," You drawled lazily, looking up from where you were perched on Marcel's couch. "Just because you're some original pain in the ass doesn't mean you get to control everything."
Elijah was clearly used to being obeyed. He slowly turned to you, regarding you with that arrogant sneer you came to detest in just a matter of minutes. You looked up at him, meeting his eyes unflinchingly.
"I beg your pardon?" He asked, looking at you as if he could barely see you.
You hated when someone pretended not to hear or understand something. Especially when they understood perfectly well, but were hoping for you to be scared into backing down. Well, that wasn't happening.
"If you didn't understand, I'll repeat it in simple terms that even your elderly ears will comprehend," You snapped at him, standing up to meet his eyes more equally. "Be. Nice."
He gave you a slow, crooked smile that didn't reach his eyes, then he looked back to Marcel with his eyebrows raised. "Are you going to control your little pet?"
You saw red, and opened your mouth to respond, but Marcel gave you a look that screamed 'don't', so you kept quiet, glaring at Elijah.
You couldn't stand the man, the way he would always be wearing a suit, his perfectly styled hair, and those dark, judgmental eyes that seemed to always be on you, looking down at you.
He was just one of those rich assholes who saw a regular person like you as something lesser, and you weren't going to let him walk over you. You'd think after living for one thousand years he would have gained some insight on human behavior, but no, he was just an old, pompous jerk.
You weren't sure what the hell Elijah and his siblings had done to Marcel to make him act the way he did around the Mikaelsons. But he was different around them. More obedient and less himself. You didn't like how the Originals acted like they owned the city.
Regardless, you weren't stupid enough to make enemies out of them. They were valuable allies, so you kept quiet for the most part, and just rolled your eyes and sighed whenever Elijah would open his arrogant mouth.
Marcel needed you to help train some new vampires that had turned recently. You would have them do drills and spar. Things were going well, the new recruits acclimating well to their new state of being.
When you saw Elijah and Marcel enter the room, you immediately felt defensive, you knew that prick was going to say something.
Everyone stopped what they were doing to look at him, his presence putting everyone on edge.
"Keep training," You said, gesturing for them to keep practicing. They were hesitant at first, but did as you instructed.
You walked towards Elijah and Marcel, trying to get the man to leave before he said something wrong and ruined their progress. You stood between the two men and looked up at Elijah with a forced, tight smile.
"Is there something you need? I'm a little busy here." You told him.
He raised his eyebrows at your tone, looking at you as if he was studying you, his eyes moving from the top of your head to your feet, and it felt like he was stripping you naked. He glanced around the room at the others with an amused smirk, and it irked you to no end. He turned his eyes back to you, tilting his head.
"They're not doing very well, are they?" He said, looking down at the trainees.
One of the vampires completely missed their punch and fell over, they were still adjusting to how strong they had become.
You sighed, rolling your eyes. "They're new, they're not perfect yet. And you're not helping, your presence is distracting them." You told him. You weren't about to admit he was right. You weren't going to give him that satisfaction.
“They need a proper example on how to fight,” He smirked and looked at Marcel. "Perhaps a demonstration is in order."
Marcel nodded, then stepped forward. "Come on, I'll show them." He said.
But Elijah shook his head, holding his hand up. "I'm not talking about you."
You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. "I'm not sparring with you, Elijah. You're too powerful." You told him.
You weren't scared, you knew you could handle yourself. But, he was an original, and you were just a vampire. He would win, easily. And you had no interest in being humiliated by him.
"It's just a friendly match, it doesn't have to be a contest," He said, and you didn't believe him for a second. "Unless you're afraid of getting hurt." He taunted.
You could tell he was enjoying this, he had a small smile on his face, his eyes shining with amusement. He knew you couldn't back down. If you did, he'd call you weak, and a coward. That's just the kind of guy he was.
You rolled your eyes and sighed, getting into a defensive position.
"Ready?" He asked, and you nodded.
Before you could even react, he punched you, and you went flying across the room, landing on your side, and you heard him chuckle. "This is who you got to train your recruits Marcellus?"
You growled and stood, launching yourself at him, and he dodged your hits easily. He grabbed you and twisted your arm, holding it behind your back, and you hissed at the pain. He pulled you closer, and his lips were next to your ear. "Yield."
"Never," You snarled, and he laughed.
"So, prideful, but I can break your arm and force you to yield." He said, twisting your arm more.
"C'mon Elijah, let her go," Marcel said, and Elijah smirked.
"As you wish," Elijah said, releasing your arm, and you turned to face him, glaring. "I thought you were stronger than that, but I was clearly mistaken."
You didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much that hurt.
"I think that's enough for today," Marcel said to the vampires, and they all filed out, leaving the three of you alone.
"I don't know why you insist on acting the way you do," Elijah said, shaking his head. "It's quite unbecoming."
You raised your eyebrows. "Oh yeah, and how exactly do I act?" You challenged.
"Childish and impulsive." He answered, and you scoffed. "You need to learn some manners." He added.
You couldn't believe what you were hearing. He was insulting you, and talking down to you, and it just pissed you off even more.
"Enough, both of you," Marcel said, getting in between the two of you. "You're both acting like children."
"Maybe because I'm dealing with a child," You muttered under your breath, and Marcel gave you a stern look.
"She's disrespectful, and ungrateful," Elijah said. "Perhaps I should teach her a lesson in obedience." He threatened, his eyes flashing darkly.
"No one needs to be taught a lesson in anything," Marcel said, looking pointedly at you. "Just. Stop." He sighed. "Both of you, just stop. I have a headache, and you two arguing isn't helping."
You glared at Elijah, and he glared back, but neither of you said anything. Marcel let out a long sigh and walked away, his fingers squeezing the bridge of his nose. "I need a drink," He muttered.
You watched him go, feeling a little guilty for upsetting him. He had a lot on his mind and he needed your help, not your petty arguments with Elijah.
"He's right, you know," Elijah said, and you turned your glare on him.
"You think I'm the problem? You're the one who antagonizes me, and talks down to everyone. What's your deal, anyways?" You asked, crossing your arms.
His lips turned up into a smug smile, "I'm not trying to upset you. I'm simply stating the truth."
"I don't like you." You said, shaking your head.
"The feeling is mutual," He said, and you raised an eyebrow.
"What the hell did I ever do to you?" You asked, and he laughed, moving closer to you.
"You constantly have your mouth open, yet nothing of substance comes out. You look down on me, despite knowing nothing of my past, and you think I owe you something. Your insolence is tiresome, and I'm sick of seeing your face." He said, his eyes boring into yours, and his gaze was so intense it was hard to maintain eye contact.
He was so close to you now, and his eyes flicked down to your lips, then back up. "Your mere presence is distracting."
You swallowed hard, feeling your heart hammering in your chest. You were angry, but you also wanted him. You hated that, but it was a truth you were having a hard time denying. You couldn't stop your eyes from moving over his body, and the way his stupid suit fit him so well, showing off his body.
"Well I think you are a self-righteous prick who can't accept the fact that people are allowed to have opinions that differ from yours. Just because you've lived for a millennia doesn't mean your opinion is more valuable than mine." You said, your eyes going to his lips, then back up. "You need to chill the fuck out and not take yourself so seriously. We aren't all your fucking minions. We don't all bow down and worship you."
He leaned in and his breath was fanning over your face. "You have got me all wrong."
"I don't think I do," You said, tilting your head up. "And you don't scare me."
His lips curved into a smirk and his eyes looked down at your lips, his hands coming up and gripping your waist.
And then he was kissing you.
His lips moved slowly over yours, and his hand cupped your jaw. He kissed you with such tenderness and care that you didn't know how to react. You didn't know if he was just using this as a way to humiliate you, but you were too far gone, and you kissed him back.
You knew it was a bad idea, but you couldn't stop yourself, and you didn't care anymore. He pulled you closer and his tongue swiped at your lower lip, and you let him in, moaning softly as his tongue moved over yours. He was an excellent kisser, and it annoyed you as much as it turned you on.
He pulled back, a smug smile on his face, "that's what I thought."
You blushed and looked away, your head spinning from the kiss. "Asshole."
He laughed and stepped away from you, adjusting his tie, "You're welcome."
You were so annoyed and flustered, and you glared at him. "Fuck off."
He chuckled and left, leaving you standing there, confused and aroused.
He was infuriating.
You had decided to leave New Orleans. You hated that Elijah was getting to you, and you didn't want to risk him using your feelings against you. You knew it was a mistake, he was messing with you in ways you didn't even think possible. You knew about his reputation of being manipulative and cruel, and you weren't going to get sucked into his game.
You had everything ready to go, you just had to tell Marcel. He would understand, although you weren't going to tell him about Elijah kissing you. That was just embarrassing.
But when you got to his loft, the only person there was Elijah. Sitting on the sofa, reading a book. He looked so good he was practically glowing, and you wanted to punch him for it.
He didn't look up from his book, "Marcel is out."
"I'll come back later," You said, turning, but he was in front of you, blocking the exit.
"We need to have a little chat," He said, looking down at you, and you sighed, crossing your arms.
"About what?" You asked, tapping your foot anxiously and looking at the door, wishing you could escape.
"Why are you avoiding me?" He asked, and you laughed, rolling your eyes.
"I'm not avoiding you, I have better things to do than waste my time with an arrogant prick," You said, and he narrowed his eyes at you.
"That's not true," He said, taking a step closer, and you took a step back, not liking the intensity of his gaze.
"Yes, it is." You said, your heart pounding in your chest.
"Why did you come here?" He asked, moving closer again, and you walked backwards until your back hit the wall, and he was caging you in.
"To tell Marcel I am leaving." You said, and he cocked his head.
"Where are you going?" He asked, and you frowned.
"Away."
"Why?" He asked, leaning forward, his face inches from yours.
"Fuck off." You said, exasperated by his line of questioning, it was none of his business.
His eyes flashed dangerously and he grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head, holding them tightly.
"You are not as smart as you think you are," he growled, his lips inches away from yours.
You could feel his arousal pressing against your stomach, his hips pushing into yours.
"Neither are you," you snarled, trying to get out of his grip.
But he held your wrists tightly and leaned down, his teeth scraping against your neck.
"You talk so much, yap, yap, yap. But you never say anything meaningful," he whispered, his breath hot on your ear, "perhaps I should put your mouth to better use."
Your heart was beating frantically and your pussy was soaked. The tension between the two of you was finally breaking and the hatred was dissolving into something else entirely.
"I'd love to see you tr-"
His mouth was on yours before you could finish your sentence. It was rough and needy, his fangs digging into your lip, and his hands still pinning your wrists above your head.
His knee moved between your thighs and you moaned, rubbing yourself on his leg.
Elijah chuckled darkly, his tongue tracing the wound he'd made.
"How pathetic," he murmured, his hips rolling forward, his hard cock pressing against your core.
"So is your dick," you lied, trying not to gasp at the sensation, it definitely didn’t feel pathetic.
His fingers dug into your wrists, his eyes flashing with amusement and arousal. His free hand slipped underneath your dress, stroking your wet pussy.
"And yet here you are, dripping wet, and ready for me," he smirked, his fingers slowly circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. "Wearing a cheap, skimpy dress, practically begging me to fuck you,"
"Yeah, keep telling yourself that," you groaned, your hips moving in rhythm with his hand.
He slid his middle finger inside your cunt, pumping it in and out, his palm grinding against your clit.
"Oh so, this is all just a figment of my imagination, is it?" He asked, adding another finger.
Your legs were shaking, and your breathing was heavy. You couldn't think straight, his fingers were hitting all the right spots.
"Fuck," you moaned, your back arching.
He kissed you hungrily, his tongue dominating your mouth, and his fingers pumping faster.
"Cum for me," he demanded, his teeth grazing your neck.
"No," you moaned, but your hips were moving on their own, seeking release.
"I wasn't asking, darling," he growled, his eyes meeting yours, compelling you, "Cum."
His voice echoed in your head, and you could feel the wave of pleasure wash over you. Your orgasm ripped through you, his fingers still moving inside you, drawing out every last bit of pleasure.
You were trembling, your legs barely holding you up, and your brain fuzzy.
He let go of your wrists, and pulled his fingers out of you, before licking them clean. He took a step back, smiling at the look on your face as he adjusted his cufflinks.
"Now, on your knees," he commanded.
Your legs obeyed immediately, sinking down and looking up at him.
"What a lovely sight," he said, smirking.
He cupped your chin, running his thumb over your lips.
"I've been imagining your lips around my cock, since the first day I saw you," he said, unbuckling his belt, giving your cheek a little slap.
"Now open up and take it all,"
You opened your mouth and he shoved his cock inside. He was big, bigger than anyone you had ever sucked off. And he wasn't shy about using his power to keep you in place. His hands were tangled in your hair, tugging and pulling, and his cock was hitting the back of your throat.
Your eyes were watering, but he didn't care, he kept going, using your mouth, making you gag. He felt amazing on your tongue, hot and hard, and the taste of him was driving you crazy. You could feel yourself getting wetter, the more he fucked your mouth, and your hips were rocking, desperate for friction.
"Look at you, taking it so well, such a good girl," he praised, his thrusts becoming deeper, and his voice sounding strained.
Your eyes met his, your mascara running down your cheeks. He looked so good, his lips parted and his eyes glazed with lust. His dominating nature was intoxicating, and you were drunk on his cock. The feeling of him sliding down your throat, and his moans of pleasure, made you feel so good, it was addictive. Your hand slipped between your thighs, rubbing your clit, and making yourself moan around his cock.
He slapped your face gently, tutting.
"Naughty girl," he said, his voice a low rumble, "keep touching yourself, and I'll punish you."
You looked up at him, and rubbed yourself faster, daring him to stop you.
His eyes darkened, and he pushed himself deep inside your mouth, his cock pulsing as he cummed down your throat.
"Swallow it," he ordered, and you did, licking his cock clean.
You were a mess, your makeup smeared, and your body trembling with need. You wanted to be fucked. So. Badly.
Elijah looked at you, a smirk playing on his lips. He grabbed you by your hair and pulled you to your feet, his eyes roaming over your body.
"Such a pretty thing," he said, pushing you back against the wall, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin of your neck, "I knew you could behave."
He pulled his handkerchief out and wiped the tears and mascara from your face, before putting it away.
"There we are," he smiled, tucking his cock back into his pants, and buckling his belt.
"Are you not going to fuck me?" You asked, frustrated that he was leaving you unsatisfied.
"Oh no, my dear, that's your punishment," he said, grabbing a bottle of scotch and pouring a glass. He glanced up at you, seemingly confused on why you were still standing there, and nodded towards the door.
"You may go,"
You huffed, and walked towards the door, feeling angry and humiliated. But his voice stopped you.
"Oh, and darling?"
You turned and saw him grinning at you.
"Don't think I'm done with you,"
You were definitely leaving now, you had to. You couldn't stand another moment in New Orleans. The way Elijah had used you and humiliated you. You couldn't handle it, you had to get away. You needed to be as far away from him as possible.
But Marcel insisted that you come to a party he was hosting, it was a goodbye celebration for you. And you didn't want to let him down, he was one of the few friends you had.
You were packing your things, planning on leaving immediately after the party, when you heard a knock on your door.
You opened it to find a large box, wrapped in beautiful silver paper and tied with a blue ribbon. There was a card attached to it, and you picked it up, curious to know who it was from.
Wear this. I will be picking you up at 8
– E
You groaned, not wanting to see him. You had been doing your best to avoid him, and this was not helping.
The dress he had sent over was gorgeous, it was black and long, and the fabric was silky. The straps were thin and delicate, and the cut was low, and it was sexy, but not revealing. It was an expensive designer brand that was impossible to get, and the fact that he had somehow just had one that was your size pissed you off.
He was so smug and cocky, and the worst part was, he had great taste, and the dress was perfect. You didn't want to like anything about him, he was even good at being infuriating.
At exactly eight a car arrived to pick you up, and Elijah was in the backseat, waiting. He was dressed impeccably, and his eyes roamed over you, a smirk forming on his lips.
"You look stunning," he said, as you sat down, and the driver pulled away. "It's nice to see you in fine clothing."
You rolled your eyes, ignoring the compliment, and staring out the window. His hand went to your thigh, pushing up the dress a little to reveal the top of the stockings you were wearing.
"Is this for me? How thoughtful."
You swatted his hand away, giving him a glare. "I don't dress for any man. I dress for myself,"
"Of course, I would expect nothing less from a strong independent woman," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, refusing to engage with him. He leaned over, his lips brushing your ear, and his fingers sliding over your thigh. "You do lots of other things for a man though, don't you?"
You bit your lip, the memory of being on your knees for him, and how good it felt to have him fuck your mouth, flooded your mind. You kept your composure, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.
"No," you said, glancing at him.
He chuckled and put his arm around you, his fingers dancing along your bare shoulders. You wanted to push him away, but the heat of his body was nice, and you didn't hate the way his touch made you feel.
"We shall see about that."
When you arrived at Marcel's party, you were greeted with cheers, the local vampires loved any excuse to celebrate.
Marcel gave you a hug and poured you a drink, "I'm going to miss having you around, but I understand."
You gave him a smile and took a sip of your drink. "I can never stay in one place for long,"
"I know, and that's what I admire about you," he said, before turning to a vampire who had come to talk to him.
You were standing alone, looking around at the crowd of people. Trying to avoid Elijah, but also keeping an eye out for him.
"Having a good time?"
His voice made you jump and you turned to find him standing behind you, a glass of whiskey in his hand.
"It's alright," you shrugged, trying to act cool, and not like you had just been caught looking for him.
"You seem lonely," he said, leaning closer.
"I'm fine, thank you," you said, taking a step back, but his hand reached out, grabbing your arm, and pulling you against him.
"You keep lying, why is that?" He whispered, his breath warm on your ear.
You shook your head, your heart racing. You could feel his body pressed against yours, and his lips ghosting over your skin.
"Is it because you're attracted to me?" He asked, his tongue darting out and licking the shell of your ear.
"No," you said, but your voice was unsteady, and your breath caught.
"Oh, so you just suck any man's cock then? That's an interesting hobby."
You tried to move away, but his grip tightened, and he turned you to face him. His expression was teasing, but his eyes were dark and intense.
"I apologize, I'm not usually so crude. It's just that seeing you in this dress..," he trailed off, his eyes roaming over your curves, his voice thick with lust.
You blushed, your skin burning, and your pussy getting wet. He was so close, his hands sliding down your body, his touch setting your nerves alight.
"I don't like you," you said, but it sounded weak, and he grinned.
"I know," he murmured, his fingers finding their way under the hem of your dress, dancing along the bare skin above your stockings.
"So why are you letting me touch you?" He asked, his lips brushing against yours.
"Because you are irritatingly fucking hot," you admitted, your body melting into his, his closeness clouding your senses.
"Ah, and there is that honesty I have been searching for," he smirked, his hands gripping your ass.
"Shut up," you said, your eyes locked on his. "Why must you be so arrogant?"
"It's not arrogance, it's confidence. You should try it sometime."
He was smiling now, his eyes twinkling. He had truly pissed you off with his boundless ego and you were done with him. You gave him a little push and then stormed out the exit. Marcel would have to understand, you just had to leave this stupid city, right now.
Elijah followed you, grabbing your wrist, and pulling you into a side room, away from the noise and bustle of the party.
"Have I upset you?" He grinned, pressing you against the wall.
"Yes," you seethed, your jaw clenched, and your blood boiling. You pushed hard on his chest, but he didn't budge, just looked down at your hands with an amused expression.
"What can I do to make it better?" He asked, pressing his palms into the wall on both sides of your head.
"Fuck off."
His grin widened, and he leaned in, his nose nuzzling against yours.
"No," he said, his lips brushing over yours. "I don't think I will,"
Your eyes closed as his mouth captured yours. The kiss was soft and sweet, his lips moving slowly, exploring yours. It was intoxicating, his taste and scent overwhelming. You felt yourself giving in once again, kissing him back, your hands clutching his shirt, pulling him closer.
He hummed, pleased, and his hand slipped behind your head, angling your mouth for deeper access. He was such a control freak, and it only turned you on more.
"You like me," he stated between kisses, his hips rocking forward, his cock hard and straining against his pants.
"No I don't ," you lied, trying to ignore how good his body felt against yours, his lips trailing down your neck.
"And yet, here you are," he smirked, his fangs scraping along the skin, "ready and willing."
You moaned, tilting your head to the side, and allowing him better access. He ran his fangs along your pulse point, nipping at the skin.
"Tell me you don't want me, and I'll stop," he whispered, his hands pulling the straps of your dress down, his mouth trailing kisses along your collarbone and down to the swell of your breasts.
"I don't," you moaned, even though you knew it wasn't true. You wanted him, desperately.
"Naughty little liar," he said in a teasing tone, his hands squeezing your breasts, and his thumbs rubbing over the hard peaks of your nipples. He was getting you so worked up, it was so infuriating and so arousing.
He suddenly stopped touching you, moving back and leaning against the wall across from you, acting like nothing happened, his hands clasped in front of him.
You looked at him, confused and turned on.
"What the fuck?"
"Tell me you want me," he said, his expression smug.
"I hate you," you replied, frustrated, scowling at him and trying to fix your dress.
"That's not an answer."
"I'm not going to beg for it," you snapped, annoyed and desperate. You hated that he had this effect on you. You wanted him so bad, but he was making you work for it, and the game was getting old. But there was a part of you that liked it, the way he was challenging you, the power play, it was hot. But he was pushing his luck.
"I’m just going to go find someone else," you said, trying to sound cool and disinterested, but failing miserably. You were too flustered, your skin flushed, and your breath short.
He laughed, shaking his head and holding out his hand, gesturing for you to take it. "I don't think so," he said, a smirk playing on his lips, "come here."
You looked at him, hesitating, but your desire won out, and you placed your hand in his.
He smirked, his fingers interlacing with yours, and he guided you upstairs. His pace was slow, leisurely, and it was maddening.
"I thought you lived at the compound?" You asked, following him down a hallway.
"I have multiple residences," he said, unlocking a door and pushing it open.
You rolled your eyes, of course he did, he was so fucking extra.
"After you," he said, his eyes shining with amusement.
"How chivalrous," you muttered, stepping inside.
His loft was elegantly decorated, with a large four poster bed, and expensive art on the walls. It was so very him, but you kinda liked it. His taste was refined, and the space was masculine and sexy. You could already picture how the night was going to go, him fucking you on the large bed, the curtains drawn, and his fangs in your neck. Your pussy clenched at the thought, and you bit your lip. This man had you all twisted up, and he had barely even touched you.
His hands found your waist, his fingers digging into your flesh, and his lips brushed the back of your neck. "Do you like what you see?" He murmured, his hands sliding down to squeeze your ass.
"It's alright," you smirked, turning and wrapping your arms around his neck. "The view's pretty good," you teased, looking into his eyes.
"Get on the bed," he murmured, his breath hot on your skin.
"Or what?" You teased.
He didn't say a word, just stared at you, his gaze intense. You felt a rush of adrenaline, and excitement, and you decided to push your luck. He was so cocky, and it was time to put him in his place. You stood your ground, trying to maintain eye contact, but it was impossible, he was so dominating. He gripped your hips, and lifted you up, throwing you onto the bed. You landed with a bounce, and he was on top of you, his hands pinning your wrists above your head.
You giggled and tried to break free, using your forearms to try and push him away. He was such a powerful man, and it made you feel vulnerable, but in a good way. In a way that had your pussy soaking, and your skin burning. He smiled and nipped at your neck, his teeth grazing your skin.
"Behave," he warned, his lips moving down to your chest, and his fingers tugging at the top of your dress.
"Make me," you taunted, knowing it would set him off.
He ripped the dress off of you, making you gasp in surprise, and he sat back, his gaze roaming over your body, clad in nothing but the lingerie and stockings.
"I don't have any other clothes here, asshole!" you whined, annoyed that he had destroyed your beautiful dress.
"I'll buy you more," he said, his voice husky and deep, "so many more,"
He slid down, his tongue running over the swell of your breast, his hand pulling the lace fabric aside. He sucked the nipple into his mouth, and bit down, his fangs sinking into your flesh. You cried out, the pain mixing with the pleasure, and the sound of his low growls vibrating through you.
You squirmed and pulled this hair, trying to get him to stop, but he just bit down harder. Your back arched and you whimpered, tears forming in your eyes.
"Elijah!"
He released you, and licked the wound, sealing the bite, and making the pain subside.
"Are you done being a brat?" He asked, his hands stroking your sides.
"Yes," you panted, still trying to recover from the bite.
"Good," he murmured, his lips trailing down to your stomach.
He pulled at the band of one of your stockings, letting it snap against your thigh. He did the same to the other, humming softly as he did, before finally moving down, and burying his face between your legs.
He was frustratingly good with his tongue, his mouth sucking and licking, his hands spreading your thighs wide. You could feel the pleasure building, and your orgasm fast approaching. Your hands fisted in his hair, and you rolled your hips, trying to ride his face. But he held you still, controlling how much pleasure you received.
He eased two fingers inside you, slowly pumping them as his lips closed around your clit, his tongue swirling over it. You kicked your legs, the sensation was intense, and you were so close, the pressure building in your core.
He curled his fingers and the dam broke, a loud cry tearing from your throat as you came. He continued to work you, prolonging the bliss, and making you tremble.
He stopped and looked up at you. His face was glistening and his pupils were dilated, his eyes dark.
"Just admit that you like me," he teased, kissing your inner thigh.
"Not a chance," you smirked, still catching your breath.
He growled, and flipped you over, yanking your ass up, and spreading your cheeks.
"Then I'll have to make you," he said, his thumb tracing the seam of your asshole. His other hand coming down and spanking you, making you squeal in surprise.
He rubbed the sting, soothing the pain, and then smacked you again, this time a little harder. You gasped, burying your face in the pillows, and your fingers digging into the sheets. He alternated, slapping one cheek, and then the other, the pain becoming more intense each time.
"Elijah!"
He ignored you, his hand coming down on your ass, hard, and you cried out, your body shaking. He kept going, the blows landing faster and faster, and you were sure there were tears running down your face, the pain overwhelming.
He paused, his fingers ghosting over the heated skin.
"I'm sorry, am I being too rough?" He asked, his voice thick with sarcasm.
You glared over your shoulder at him, and he smirked, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
"I thought you were a gentleman," you shot back, annoyed with him.
"I can be," he purred, his finger dipping lower, and tracing the entrance of your pussy, "when I want to,"
You moaned, pushing back against his hand, and his fingers pumped slowly. His other hand went to the back of your neck, pressing your face into the mattress, holding you still.
He added a third finger, stretching you, and making you whimper. He leaned over you, his lips brushing against your ear.
"Just give in," he whispered, his voice husky and low. "It'll be so much easier."
You bit your lip, trying to fight it, but he was too skilled, and your will was fading. You moaned, rolling your hips, and grinding against his hand.
He pushed his thumb into your asshole, making you gasp, and he chuckled, his other fingers curling and hitting your g-spot. The stimulation was overwhelming, and the pleasure was building fast. You could feel yourself getting closer, the tension in your core reaching its peak. He was relentless, his fingers and thumb pumping in and out, the sounds of your wetness filling the room. You were moaning, begging, pleading, the need for release consuming you.
"Tell me," he commanded, suddenly stopping. "Tell me how much you like me." His hand moved from the back of your neck and grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back, and making you gasp.
"Fine! Fine! I fucking like you, ok? I like you! I like your stupid face, and your stupid hair, and your stupid sexy accent, and your stupid dick!" You snapped, frustrated and desperate. You couldn't take the teasing anymore. "Are you happy now?!"
He chuckled, letting go of your hair, and pushing your head back into the pillow. He leaned down and kissed your ass cheek, his lips brushing against the hot, sore skin, before he moved, flipping you onto your back. He spread your legs, and settled between them, his fingers running along your thighs.
You grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him towards you, and kissing him hard, biting his bottom lip. You were tired of waiting, and you needed him. He growled, his hands cupping your face, and his tongue plunging into your mouth. The kiss was passionate and desperate, his body pressed flush against yours.
You unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders, and running your fingers over his muscles, feeling the strength of his body. You then tugged at his belt, taking out his cock, and stroking him, your thumb swirling over the head.
He smiled and groaned as you touched him, his hips thrusting into your hand. You spread your legs wider, but he made no move to enter you, his hand moving between your thighs, and rubbing your clit. You moaned, the sensation too much, and you pulled at his wrist. He was being so fucking frustrating, and you wanted him inside you, now.
"Stop teasing me," you complained, glaring up at him.
"Why? its so much fun," he said, smiling wickedly. "I could watch you squirm for hours." He pushed the tip of his cock against your entrance, circling your clit, but still not penetrating you.
"Tell me again," he said, "tell me how you like me, how much you want me," his hips rocking, his cock pushing and withdrawing, but never going deep enough to satisfy you.
"You are an arrogant prick, who knows exactly what he does to me." You said, your breathing labored.
He smiled and slowly eased into you, his eyes never leaving yours. You felt him inch his way inside, and you moaned, your head rolling back. He filled you completely, stretching you, and making your body burn with pleasure. It felt incredible, your pussy throbbing around him. He groaned, and nipped at your neck, his fangs gliding against the skin. You clutched at him, your nails scratching his back, as his hips started moving, slowly fucking you.
You were already on the verge of orgasm, the tension coiling inside you, ready to snap. He felt too good, his cock hitting all the right spots, and his fingers playing with your clit. You were falling apart beneath him, your back arching, and your thighs quivering. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much he affected you, as the waves of ecstasy washed over you, you bit down on your lip, trying to hide just how good he felt.
But it was no use, your body betraying you, your cheeks hot and your walls tightening around him. He smiled and kissed your neck, his tongue swirling over your pulse point.
"See, it's not so hard to give in," he purred, his hips slowly rolling.
"Shut up," you managed to get out, still panting, and your limbs weak.
"Already cumming on my cock, and we haven't even really started," he teased. He began to fuck you in earnest, thrusting hard and deep, his cock hitting your sweet spot with each stroke.
You gripped his biceps, your nails digging into his skin, and you could feel his muscles flexing under your touch. His cock was so thick, stretching you, you spread your legs wider, wanting him even deeper.
"Look at you, so desperate for me," he smirked, his hands moving to your hips, lifting them and changing the angle.
You moaned, and he chuckled, his lips ghosting over your neck.
"So responsive, and so beautiful. My sweet girl," he whispered, his words washing over you.
"I'm... fuck- not… your girl." you breathed, your chest rising and falling rapidly, your heart pounding in your ears.
"Maybe not yet, but you will be," he said, his voice confident, his eyes locking with yours.
He was so sure of himself, and it only turned you on more.
"You wish, Mikaelson."
He laughed, his breath warm on your skin. He thrust hard, hitting the spot deep inside, and making you cry out.
"I do," he said, his eyes searching yours, "and I always get what I want."
You knew it was true, he was so fucking cocky, and the worst part was, you wanted him to have you.
He leaned back, pulling you up with him, and holding you in his lap, his cock impossibly deep inside. His hands went to your hips, guiding your movements, and his eyes never left yours.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, rocking your hips, and taking him deeper. The way he was looking at you, intense, and possessive, it was doing things to you. You couldn't tear your gaze away, your chest heaving, and your nipples brushing against his chest. You squeezed his cock, trying to make him go harder, faster, but his pace remained steady, firm, his grip on your hips tightening. It was all too much and you buried your face in the crook of his neck, overwhelmed by him, and everything you were feeling for him.
He groaned, and smacked your ass, hard. You whimpered and dug your nails into his shoulders. His hands ran up and down your back, soothing the sting.
"No hiding," he said, his voice firm. "I want to see all of you."
You lifted your head, meeting his eyes, your eyelids heavy, cheeks flushed and your mouth open in a silent moan.
"That's it," he murmured, his lips capturing yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth. "Show me how much you like me," he teased, nipping at your lower lip.
You placed your hands on his chest, moving your legs to straddle him, and his cock slid deeper. You rocked back and forth, slowly at first, and then increasing the pace.
His expression was serious, his eyes fixed on you, and his hands holding your waist. It was like he was memorizing every inch of your body, and the way you felt, the way you moved. You could see the desire in his eyes, the lust, and something else, something softer.
"I like the way you're looking at me," you murmured, your nails dragging along his chest.
He hummed and grabbed your wrists, pinning them behind your back, his other arm wrapping around your waist, and pulling you flush against him.
"I like the way you feel," he replied, his hips rocking into you.
"I bet you say that to all the girls," you teased, knowing it would get a rise out of him.
"Only the ones I can't stop thinking about."
"Mmm, are there many of those?"
He laughed, shaking his head, and kissing your shoulder.
"None that compare to you."
His words, so unexpectedly sweet, made your heart flutter, and a blush creep onto your cheeks.
"Elijah..." you breathed, and he seemed pleased by your reaction.
His hands went to the small of your back and he pulled you closer, your breasts pressed against his chest. You could feel his heartbeat against yours, your skin warm and slick. The anticipation of what was to come sent a shiver down your spine. You threaded your fingers in his hair, gripping it as his hands went to your ass, guiding you on his cock.
"You don't have to leave, you can stay here with me," he said, his voice low and his eyes locked on yours.
You shook your head, not wanting to give in, not wanting him to know how much he affected you. How much you actually wanted that, wanted him.
"I don't like you that much," you replied, your lips brushing his as you spoke.
He smiled and kissed you again, his hand running down your back. You rolled your hips, grinding against him, your clit rubbing against his pelvis. Your movement picked up, and he moaned into your ear, his grip on your ass tighter. You could feel the pressure rising, the intensity becoming overwhelming. Your body tensed, your orgasm close, and Elijah gripped your hips and slowed you down, wanting to make the moment last.
"Stay?" He whispered, his nose nuzzling yours.
"You are so annoying," you muttered, and his chest rumbled with laughter.
"Is that a yes?"
You nodded, and his lips pressed against yours, his hands lifting you up and down. You moaned into his mouth, and he swallowed the sound. The kiss became messy, both of you chasing the pleasure, the friction and the heat almost unbearable. You broke the kiss, panting, and the coil in your core snapped.
You moaned his name in long, drawn out syllables, your forehead pressed against his. He held you tight, his body tense as your pussy clenched around his cock. He watched you, his breathing heavy, his eyes glazed with desire. His hands traced your spine, lightly grazing the skin, and leaving goosebumps in their wake. You could tell he was fighting the urge to cum, wanting to drag out the moment. You looked at him and gave him a small smile, no more teasing, no more games. You touched his cheek, and kissed him, the kiss soft and sweet. Your breath caught in your throat, the intimacy of the gesture overwhelming. His arms tightened around you, his lips moving against yours, and you knew he was falling too, his control failing him.
He let go of your hips, his fingers clutching your ass. You wrapped your legs around his waist and rode him hard and fast, your clit rubbing against his pubic bone. He groaned into your mouth, his cock throbbing inside of you, and you felt him cum, his warmth flooding your body. You rested your head on his shoulder, catching your breath, and trying to make sense of what just happened. You never imagined that sleeping with Elijah would feel so right, so complete. Your mind kept telling you that this was a bad idea, but the connection between you was too strong to ignore.
He kissed your neck, his lips grazing the skin, and you let your eyes drift closed, succumbing to the warmth and comfort of his arms. He really was too good at this.
"I meant what I said, about you staying." He murmured, his breath tickling your ear. "I like you, a lot."
He pulled away, brushing a few errant strands from your face, his fingers lingering. His dark eyes held nothing but sincerity and you knew then, in that moment, that despite your resolve not to like him, this wasn't just going to be a one time thing.
"I know," you sighed, your hands stroking his jaw, "you are very persuasive."
He chuckled and kissed you again.
"You'll stay?" He asked, his smile growing.
"I'll stay."
"Good," he hummed, kissing your neck, and nipping at your earlobe.
His lips captured yours, and he kissed you, the passion and desire still burning. He kissed you until your lips were bruised and swollen, until your heart was pounding, and your skin was flushed.
"I still think you are an asshole," you said, once he'd pulled away.
"And I still think you are a brat," he smirked, his fingers tracing patterns on your back.
You laughed, and rested your head on his shoulder, enjoying the moment, the closeness, the warmth of his arms, and the steady beat of his heart.
You couldn't help but surrender.
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summary: william wants a baby, but you’re not so sure— he makes sure to get you pregnant whether you like it or not.
william killick x fem!reader
includes: SMUT 18+, dark!william, non-con, baby trapping/breeding kink, choking, face slapping, unprotected p in v, cream pie
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Your cheek stung and bloomed with heat from the constant slaps William inflicted upon you, quick and sharp, forcing broken whimpers and heaving sobs to erupt from your throat.
“I can’t believe you would embarrass me like that,” his voice was raised, jaw tensing while his hand gripped at your throat, keeping you close and in place. “your own husband.”
You clutched at his wrist, desperate for him to go easy on you.
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“So, Will, isn’t it time you settled down? Have a few kids running round?” One of your close friends had asked, eager to get an insight onto your married life and why on earth you were still without children.
William smiled, wrapping his arm around your waist and pressed a little kiss to your temple.
“Oh, definitely— we’ll be trying for a baby in no time, isn’t that right darling.”
His arm tightened around you, an act of dominance, a warning.
You frowned, cheeks searing and you stuttered to find your words.
“Well,” you started, “I just don’t think we’re ready for children at the moment, m-maybe in a few years.”
You smiled nervously up at your friend, them having no idea the way his hand slipped from your waist, or the immediate tension that grew between you and your husband.
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“William,” you sobbed, little tears slipping down your cheeks, ruining the pretty makeup you had spent so much time on earlier. “please let go, you’re hurting me.”
He chuckled dryly, humourless, forcing you back with the hand around your neck, the backs of your knees bumping into the bed frame, causing you to tumble onto the mattress.
William straddled you, roughly tugging at the front of your dress, watching your tits spill out of your bodice, nipples on display and hardening from the cool air.
“Wives are supposed to obey their husbands, correct?” He spoke, running his palms along your breasts, grabbing fistfuls of the soft flesh and kneading crudely.
You whimpered, his thumbs flicking over your nipples, playing with them and watching them grow harder with each passing of his digit.
“Answer me.” He snapped, another sharp slap was directed to your cheek, leaving you breathless and shaky.
“Y-yes!” You squealed, sobbing and squirming in his grasp.
“Well then,” he cooed, all condescending stroking your swelling cheek with his knuckle before lifting your dress, bunching it against your stomach. “You’re going to give me a baby, dear— make me a proper daddy.”
Your eyes widened, glassy with another round of un-shed tears, and you pushed at his chest.
“N-no, not now— not like this, William please,” he hushed you, bringing his strong hands to your panties and tearing them apart, groaning at the sight of your pretty pussy on display for him, just begging to take his cock and be filled with the Killick prodigy.
“Now, now, none of that,” he spoke, parting your thighs wide, his strong grip stilling you. “You obey your husband like a good little trophy wife.”
He unbuckled his belt in a hurry, unzipping his fly and pulling his cock free. You watched it throb and pulse, desperate to be enveloped and you cursed yourself at the way your clit responded to it.
“See?” He cooed, running his cock head along the length of your slit, your arousal slicking him up and making it terribly easy for him to glide up and down. “You want it just as bad as I do, sweetheart, don’t try and deny it.”
His tip nudged against your hole, slipping inside with little resistance with how wet you had become, and he sank into you, balls deep, right to the hilt, throbbing hotly inside you and you whined at the immense pressure against your sweet spot.
“Darling, s-slow down,” you tried shakily, gripping onto his biceps, your nails leaving crescents in his freckled skin. His pace had turned ruthless quick, balls slapping against your ass and thighs snug with yours on every inward thrust.
“There you go,” he breathed, ignoring your plea to slow down, to go easy on you, instead he just went faster, even deeper. “You’re a good girl really, aren’t you? Just act like a brat to get fucked— I know your little games, dear.”
The thumping of your heart drowned out his filthy words, your chest heaving, coil tightening in your stomach and you just couldn’t help it.
His eyes screwed shut, moaning into the air and he throbbed inside you, you could tell he was close, thrusts already growing sloppy.
“Pull out,” you whined, “not inside, please don’t cum inside.”
He ignored you, batting your hands away when you tried to push at his chest and he lifted your legs up so they rested over his shoulders.
You cried out at the sudden switch of position, his cock so deep inside you swore you could feel him in your throat.
“That’s it, legs up— gotta make sure it takes.”
You sobbed and cried, pussy fluttering around his cock when he thrusted once, twice, three times more before spilling his load inside of you, filling your womb with his seed and painting your walls all thick and white.
“Everyone’s going to know now, darling,” he breathed, “they’ll know just how good I fuck you once you’re all pregnant, pretty.”
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Hye hey HEYY! (-^〇^-)
May I request Belphie (and whoever else if you want) w/ G/n s/O who's having a panic attack due to seeing their deadbeat good for nothing father during like a field trip to the part of hell deceased human souls are kept?
(Bonus points if they didn't know he was dead!)
Kay thanks byeee!!!! o(〃＾▽＾〃)o
Of course! I might keep it focused on the part where they help you navigate it, though, so as to not delve in matters too dark. I hope it's close to what you imagined!
Obey Me! Headcanons
Featuring Belphegor, Beelzebub and Mammon comforting Reader during a panic attack.
Content: gender neutral reader, fluff/angst, mental health topics
Belphegor
Belphegor purses his lips and opens his eyes with an annoyed squint. Something has disturbed his peaceful sleep. He'd rested his head on your shoulder for extra comfort, yet now the surface underneath him is shifting in small, erratic jolts. He stands up and is about to stretch, when he notices your ragged breathing and pale face. He is now alert and tense, as if someone had just dumped a bucket of ice-cold water over him. "What's wrong?" He places a hand on your shoulder, scanning your expression.
He's quick to guess you're having a panic attack - for whatever reason unknown to him - so he reaches for his backpack and begins rummaging. He eventually pulls out a paper bag and guides you into holding it over your mouth and nose. In your daze, you can't focus on anything in particular, but you can hear his soft voice giving instructions and counting with you. A few more deep breaths, and you manage to recollect yourself. You glance up at the demon and thank him for the assistance. "Care to tell me what had you this bothered?" he inquires with a frown.
You hesitantly explain your source of misery. Belphie listens with closed eyes, and for a moment you wonder if he's fallen asleep again. "Hmmm", he hums after a moment of silence. "So that's what it was." You fumble to respond, unsure of his reaction. Is he bored? Irritated? Upset? He finally looks at you and smiles reassuringly. "I suppose I can't blame you for that. I would've done the same." With that, he lets out a yawn and throws an arm around your shoulders. "Maybe you could use some rest. Let's swap", he says as he pulls you against his chest.
"Oh, and sorry if the bag smelled strange. I dumped out Beel's lunch for it."
Beelzebub
Beel has wandered ahead, deeply entranced by the snacks piled up in his arms. "Oh, I forgot to ask if you want some, (Y/N)-" He turns back and finds you much farther behind than he'd expected, panting, with hands placed onto your knees for support. Are you sick? Did you eat something spoiled? He speeds in your direction with a frown.
Ah, you must be having a panic attack. What's there to do? Usually he'd ask Belphegor for advice, but now it's just the two of you and no one else around. Well, he obviously can't leave you in this state. Maybe one of the brothers can help. He drops his food nonchalantly and proceeds to lift you in his arms. "Let's see if we can find someone", he explains. Beel is surprisingly gentle in his hold. Your labored breaths begin to slow down, soothed by the warmth surrounding you. You exhale one final time, now fully relaxed.
You pat his chest to catch his attention and let him know that he doesn't have to worry, but he doesn't immediately release you back on ground. "You have to tell me what was wrong first." Stuttering awkwardly, you proceed to narrate the situation. Not only is it a sensitive topic, but you have to talk about it as you're being carried bridal style. Once you're finished, you look up sheepishly and notice his furrowed brows. "Have I upset you?", you question anxiously. "No, I'm just upset by what you told me. You really scared me back there, you know? I may not be as smart or insightful as the others, but you can still rely on me for these things..."
Mammon
"What's with that long face? You look like you've seen a ghost!" Mammon exclaims, pointing at your expression with an amused laugh. He's about to continue with the jokes, but your erratic breathing is a little too convincing to be a prank. "O-oi...are you okay?" He finally mumbles, taken aback.
Crap. You're clutching your chest and gasping for air. He scans the surrounding area, looking for Lucifer. He has no idea what's wrong or what he's supposed to do. "Hang on, I'll find-" the demon stumbles on his words, trying to come up with some sort of reassuring promise. There isn't anyone around. The sight of your sudden panic attack is tugging at his heart more than he'd care to admit. Without thinking, he pulls you in a deep embrace. He's a little shocked by his own gesture, but now is not the time to consider the implications. He gently strokes your hair in an attempt to soothe you. "Come on, (Y/N), try to snap out of it. I don't know what else to do. Please."
You eventually calm down enough to explain what caused your distress, concluding with an apology. You didn't mean to startle him like this. He stares ahead thoughtfully for a moment before pinching your nose between his fingers. "Dumbass. You could've told me beforehand. You're not alone now, are you? You have the one and only Mammon at your side!" He flashes you a proud smile. You can't help but chuckle at the very typical response. He suddenly realizes he's been holding you tight until now, so he steps back, visibly red and flustered. "A-anyways, we should find the others".
#obey me#obey me headcanons#obey me x reader#obey me x mc#obey me belphegor#obey me beelzebub#obey me mammon#belphie x reader#belphegor x reader#beel x reader#beelzebub x reader#mammon x reader
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Lesson Fourteen Summary
Part One
MC and Diavolo are at the mausoleum where Diavolo reminds MC he may still expel them from the Devildom afterward and asks why they’d still show him such kindness.
Depending on the chosen option Diavolo either—
• Diavolo admits he has a soft spot for MC and this is why he can’t have them in the Devildom as they could pose a great threat to them.
• Comments that choosing MC as a devilsitter was clearly the right choice
After he guesses that he and MC should learn more about each other but first they must focus on surviving the trials.
Diavolo assures MC not to worry as regardless of the outcome they’ll be fine. MC assures Diavolo he’ll be fine too and he thanks them.
Diavolo admits he feels as though he can trust MC when they say that, even though they are human. He comments that after going from one crisis to another lately he’d never stopped to appreciate that MC is the first regular human he’s spoken with and he’d love to hear more about what humans are like.
When MC asks about Solomon Diavolo says it’d be a stretch to call him a regular human as he’s sort of his own category at this point. He laughs that Solomon would be mad if he heard Diavolo talk about him that way when he wasn’t around.
They move on to a room where a statue of a fairy kind sits. According to legend the lands of the Devildom originally belonged to the fairy kind until a demon served him wine containing his own blood and the king fell into a deep sleep—this according to legend is how the first demon king came to be.
By offering his blood to the statue he can verify if he is of royal blood or not, as the statues eyes should remain closed.
Part Two
Despite being confident he is of royal blood, Diavolo is still a little nervous. Diavolo offers the fairy king his blood and the statue’s eyes remain closed, confirming he is a rightful successor. Diavolo feels relived but this is short lived as it’s time for the next test—The Testament of Virtue
According to his father it’s different for everyone so his own experience wouldn’t be of any help for Diavolo.
The fairy king asks Diavolo to prove his virtue and they are thrust into one of Diavolo’s memories.
The ground is on fire and Lucifer is crying to Lilith, hoping she will be okay. Diavolo explains they are in the Devildom, the day the war ended and the brothers’ lost their white wings.
Diavolo is upset to see Lucifer like this again. In the memory Barbatos warms Lucifer that Lilith will die soon and Lucifer pleads with Diavolo to save her. He agrees but says it may not be in the way he wants and that his conditions are Lucifer pledge his loyalty to him. Lucifer stutters in shock and Barbatos comments there must be no greater disgrace.
But the memory goes off track and “Barbatos” begins confronting Diavolo about how dangerous this decision was. He compares the brothers to dazzling jewels of the heavens and says Diavolo must want them no matter what.
Part Three
“Barbatos” continues to taunt Diavolo telling him he wanted the brothers for himself and he knows the reason.
Diavolo pleads he stop and when he doesn’t, he pleads for MC not to listen.
Barbatos says it’s all about being called a “great demon”, someone worthy of being the demon king’s son. He compares them to gemstones again and says Diavolo must want to command a group of demons like that as his father would surely be impressed.
Diavolo cannot refute “Barbatos” and says it’s nit enough to live up to his father’s name but that without surpassing him, his life has no meaning.
“Barbatos” agrees this must be why Diavolo agreed to help this “family” even though it was far too great a risk and asks if this is what you really expect of a demon king.
Diavolo looks disheartened and states that he wants to serve the Devildom and it’s what he was born to do. “Barbatos” interrupts that all Diavolo really wants is his father’s approval.
MC holds onto Diavolo taking him away from “Barbatos” and helps him calm down. Diavolo laments that he is not fit to be demon king and MC tries convincing him otherwise.
He admits that he’s not becoming the demon king for the sake of others but all for himself to earn his father’s approval. He tries emulating his father’s behavior—that of a king—but fears his true feelings will bubble over for all to see. Diavolo chastises himself and apologizes to MC for claiming he was going to expel them from the Devildom for everyone safety.
MC managed to convince Diavolo that he can still become a great king and their belief in him let’s him believe in himself. He tells MC he does genuinely want to be a great king and is able to see what he’s meant to do and who he’s meant to become. With this realization he passes the test.
Part Four
Diavolo and MC return to the council room and the others congratulate him and are happy for MC’s return.
When asked what’s next Diavolo says he is still responsible for them and any punishments.
He comments that Beelzebub destroyed the palace and attempted to attack him. He adds that they gained from this attack—MC—because without him going through the king’s blood crucible with MC he wouldn’t have realized how important they are and that he feels he’d be making a big mistake letting them go. He adds that it was destiny and even if they rewind time they would meet a thousand different times in a thousand different ways and still end up there.
Because of this he decides he won’t be punishing Beelzebub because he wouldn’t never learned what he had with MC otherwise. He also grants MC permission to stay in the Devildom indefinitely.
The brothers are elated and Solomon wonders what sort of witchcraft they performed on Diavolo.
Later on Asmodeus comments he couldn’t believe how suddenly Diavolo was smitten with MC. Everyone is glad that things are peaceful and decide to eat at Hell’s Kitchen. Solomon asks if he’s included and Lucifer tells him he’s paying for his own meal.
Part Five
Solomon comments enjoying the food and loving the fact that Lucifer paid for his dinner and he can now brag about it.
Solomon wants to stay and talk with MC longer and offers to make coffee but MC redirects his attention elsewhere.
Solomon says he is shocked by the change that overcame Diavolo and instead a of being continuing to be someone with the weight of the world on his shoulders he is now his confident, bubbly, happy self that they know in the present and MC is the reason why.
Solomon admits when he first met Diavolo his thought was “How could the Devildom possibly produce such an offbeat character?”
MC asks Solomon if they’d influenced the future and he explains time as Barbatos explained it to him. That they are on a branch and a branch exists in which MC says yes to doughnuts and one where they say no, and that they go from that branch to another and endless possibilities exist but they can only choose one—unlike Barbatos who can go from any branches at any time. Solomon states it’s possible that the version of Lucifer and his brothers that they first met are on a branch that theirs doesn’t lead to and wonders what branch they’ll end up on when they return to the present.
Part Six
Solomon reminds MC of the importance of forging pacts and considers it won’t be hard for them to make pacts again. Solomon comments he misses the present day Barbatos and would like to go back, something he can only do once MC makes pacts.
He asks that as long as MC is making a pact with Lucifer if he could join in as a two humans for the price of one deal.
MC asks why he’d like to make pacts with demons and he says he’d like to make as many pacts as he can. He says he’s doing it to protect humanity as a whole and he wants to be on par with any angel or demon and that it’s his life’s work.
He offers to tell MC a little about his past.
Solomon says he was born in a country where Magic was thought to be evil and that anyone found to be practicing Magic was executed. Unfortunately for him he was using magic when he was too young to know what it was so his scared family—who’d all be punished too—told everyone he had a serious illness kept him away in a basement where he only had one window to look out of.
He comments he was always staring outside the window and one day he made a friend.
Part Seven
Solomon continues about his friend, saying he seems lost and shrieked when they noticed Solomon. “Long story short” they ended up chatting for a long time until his friend’s family showed up. His friend would come over time to time and they’d spend hours chatting through the window bars, until—Solomon isn’t able to continue the story and apologizes to MC telling them he isn’t ready to tell them the story and he doesn’t have the courage.
He finishes with the fact he vowed to his friend to become a good sorcerer no matter what. He reaffirms that he doesn’t want anyone deciding humanity’s future but humanity. He says they have the right to forge their own path without interference from demons or angels and he wants to create a world where he can do that.
He wants to be able to convince demons and angels that they’re equals and that’s why he needs more power and more pacts and would love if MC could help him.
He then decides to turn in for the night when MC says they will find a way to help without betraying the brothers.
Part Eight
In their room at Cocytus hall, MC gets a call from Satan who expresses he believes he’s feeling happiness that they’re still there and wants them to hang out tomorrow.
Immediately after this they get a call from Levi who wants them to come over the following day to play video games.
As soon as they hang up with Levi, Beel calls and says he has a mountain of food he got when MC was in a coma that he wanted them to try and that the pile is currently much smaller and he’d like them to come over tomorrow and try some with him. He add that he has something he wants to discuss.
Part A
Mephistopheles is having tea with Diavolo. Mephistopheles tries to skip the pleasantries to discuss more important matters but Diavolo stops him and points out Mephistopheles is scrunching up his eyebrows which surprises him and Barbatos asks if he really wasn’t aware.
Diavolo tells him to relax as they haven’t done so in a long time. Mephistopheles agrees that things have been busy since the celestial exiles arrived. Diavolo laughs that he can sense Mephistopheles’ irritation and asks if he’s had enough sugar. Despite using the entire sugar cup, Mephistopheles says it will suffice.
Mephistopheles comments that he nearly had a heart attack hearing that the House of Lords made him take the King’s Blood Crucible and asks why he hasn’t been told sooner.
Diavolo is remarks that Mephistopheles has always been like a “mini-Barbatos” and he’d nearly forgotten.
Diavolo changes the subject to the devildom changing greatly since the great celestial war. Mephistopheles comments it’s not the war that changes things, or the fallen angels, it’s Diavolo taking over for his father.
Diavolo comments that Mephistopheles looks ultra-intense again and Barbatos recommends more tea. Mephistopheles tells him not to change the subject and begins to rant about his family being the ones who serve as faithful knights and protectors to the demon king and now that his father has retired it’s up to him to protect Diavolo and he will serve as his shield regardless of how Diavolo feels about it.
Diavolo tunes him out and comments that it’s been a long time since he heard that speech and asks Barbatos for more sugar as Mephistopheles counties his speech.
Hard
Luke is still in Asmodeus’s closet and beginning time lose hope he will make it out alive. He cries taht he had dreamed of being a seraph but would be fine with much less, like getting to try Simeon’s pancakes one last time. Suddenly he smells pancakes and follows it even though he’s not sure if it’s real. He suddenly falls out of a door which turns out to be connected to the kitchen cupboard. He surprises Simeon who worries first about his pancakes instead of Luke.
Luke eats his pancakes and explains to Simeon what happened. Simeon mentions that the secret passage way is probably a fast route Asmo uses for when he really needs to cheat his diet and that he had the same thing in the celestial realm.
Luke wonders of maybe demons and angels aren’t so different.
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Tangled Nightmare!
Obey me! Brothers x Curly!MC (reader)
Genre: Crack/shenanigans, Fluff; slightly suggestive?
No pronouns said but probably AFAB
Hopefully isn’t too OOC ._ .🤞
Summary: Your hair is being impossible and you need help detangling your hair. This is for my hella curly hair peeps! Kinda slightly self-indulgent too.. but my other peeps are more than welcome to imagine themselves here!
You’ve been procrastinating over when you felt like washing and do your hair. Under normal circumstances, you do your hair once a week. You kinda skipped it though, saying it didn’t look bad at all — which it wasn’t, why even take the life out of it when it could last a bit longer? It’s been 3 weeks…
Today was the day you were ready to do your hair! Your take out your brushes, washing and styling products. You got everything ready to just be in a happy, productive mood. What could possibly go wrong?
-Dun dun- your hair was impossible! You wash and put plenty of conditioner but your brush just wouldn’t go through! Your arms were tired and your hands were getting cramps; you’ve been at it for a while and tried many things, but nothing! You were on the verge of giving up and going bald, but you go to your last resort, getting another pair of hands and eyes. So you summon your boyfriend!
Lucifer
This man was busy buried in his yet again endless mountains of paperwork. He was so close to just drowning himself in demonus to get by at this point..
But suddenly, he hears your call and the dreadful scene was changed when he was summoned… to the bathroom?
He then sees you, peeking through the shower curtains, bawling your eyes out. He was about to scold you for calling him at such a busy hour, but the thought was kicked right out the window at the sight of seeing your tearful eyes. He keeps his composure though; he needs to understand the situation at hand, after all.
— “My dear, what happens?” He asks as he got closer to you.
— “Lucifer, please help me! I’m on the verge of shaving it all off!” You say after taking a deep breath.
He’s a bit confused at first, but when you reveal the utter mess you had on your head, he understood what you were so frantic about; but at the same time, he was still dumbfounded. He clears throat, and asks you what you need him to do.
You wouldn’t be able to tell that he’s actively stressing on the inside, he’s graceful at everything he does even if he doesn’t have the slightest clue of what he’s doing.
He couldn’t help his mind to.. slightly wonder off. You had sat down on the bathtub with your back facing him, told him how he could pull your hair as much as he wanted.. as long as it detangled the knots, of course!
He had always been infatuated with your curls, but this experience gave him an insight of just how much effort you put into making it look how it always does.
This was also quite satisfying to him, it destressed him to the point where he almost forgot about the work that was still waiting for him at his office.. And for you, it felt like a heavenly massage.. he’ll check you every now to make sure you’re alright.
It took a while, but him being him, everything worked out in the end! Your curls finally softened and ever so defined✨
You thank him profusely, saying that you wouldn’t know what you’d do with yourself it it weren’t for him.
But he simply looked at you with a sinister gentle smile and darkened eyes..
— "I presume that you already know this means that you have a great price to pay for taking up my time, correct..? I suggest you don't keep me waiting for long."
Mammon
Your summon was literally a blessing, he was in a bit of a tight spot with some witches and you saved him in the nick of time!
— “Mammon, you gotta help me!” So I guess it’s only fair he helped you too..
You explain to him what’s going on in a frantic state, would ask you to go to a hair salon, but you starting crying about how expensive that would be. 100% understands and doesn’t question it any farther. So he tries to calm you down, saying he gots this!
— “Ha! Don’cha even worry about it! The great Mammon’s gonna handle this; no problem!✨💪🏽”
His confidence gave you reassurance and put you at ease, you were finally saved! He’d be decent at it, it’s not as unbearable at all and would be soothing to the point of falling soundly asleep.. if he wasn’t so on and off about it!
You’d eventually learn that he just couldn’t help but get distracted by your naked body. Your back facing him, fully exposed to him.. And your hair was just perfect.. ack! Nono! None of that right now! If he could, he’d worship you.
He’d be like: Lord have mercy.. We must stay focused, bothers! We must. Stay focused!
Fell in love with you over and over again every time he passed the brush through you hair. Watching intently how your hair curled so beautifully..
Every now and then, the thought of selling a bit of your hair also came to mind. But quickly gets rid of the idea; you worked how to maintain it, you’d kill him if he chopped it!
Overall, pretty nice and bonding experience. Later thinks about how he wants you to do the same for him.. But he could never admit that out loud!
Feels all high and mighty when you thank him! Of course you should be grateful to him; He took the time out of his busy schedule to help you out and everything! …Kinda forgetting the fact that he would’ve been roasted by witches if it weren’t for you.
— “Hmph, nothin’ I couldn’t handle! Though that’s gonna cost ya a hefty pri—! Oi wait wait! I’m jokin, I’m jokin!… Half joking..”
Leviathan
He was in the middle of choosing a spot to proudly display he’s latest figure collection. But that was soon interrupted when he was summoned to the bathroom.
You call for him as you peek through the shower curtain, motioning him to come closer. He freezes for a moment, until he finally realizes that his in the same room as you while you’re naked.
Proceeds to do that Finn scream*
— “Levi. Levi! Do not freak out, cuz I’m freaking out; and we can’t have two people freaking out! It just doesn’t work. You’re the only one that can help me!” You say, trying to have him not run out on you.
After some back and forth bickering and convincing, you finally managed to get him the courage he needed to help you out!
Don’t look at him though; especially not in the eyes, he’ll simply die.💀
He’s face will be completely red the whole time, you would think he’d pass out at some point… don’t get me wrong, he did — almost. You give him an idea to summon something that’ll splash him with cold water whenever he started to wobble.
In his head, there’s two voices: the one that’s been constantly screaming, and the one that is pretty much worshiping every time he strokes you hair.
Oh, Lemme give you some hope. -Ahem-🎤Don’t be fooled though! This guy does cosplay, therefore knows to do hair. Prove me otherwise!
Knows exactly how to deal with knots without ruining the hair, so at least it wasn’t painful! Your hair is far too sacred for him to mess up!
Once he finishes, there’s a short moment where he feels so proud of himself. But whatever was gripping onto the thin strand keeping his soul together breaks after you gave him a wide smile and thanked him for saving you!
— [ERROR] Levichan.exe does not compute.
Satan
He was getting mad over something, though he himself didn’t know what it was. So he was gonna go destress by flipping Lucifer off but you suddenly summonsed him.
He sensed you were frustrated before he could even see you. So it didn’t come as a surprise when you peeked through while gripping the shower curtains and heated tears in your eyes.
— “What happened, sweetheart?”
— “I’m this close to going apeshit and ripping my hair out.. Please help me!”
Doesn’t know how to handle curly hair, of course. But he’s willing to try. After all, He can’t just leave you like that! Your hair is like a work of art to him, so he wouldn’t want you shaving it off in a pit of rage! You got lucky this time, Lucifer..
Welp, he found a new coping mechanism! This was like a puzzle for him to solve, one that would also make you happy and him quite quite satisfied in the end. That was enough for him to get him going.
He was firm with how he handled you tangled hair, but in a good way. He did his best to not pull too hard and hurt you accidentally.
Keeps it respectful. But~ I do imagine his hands would go through your scalp and gently pulls on the roots of your hair in a very teasing manner. Will play dumb if you ask about it. ((Ever seen that hair pull massage video? Yeah, that))
And/Or, will play with your hair a bit like cats do when they’re massaging their paws onto something soft.
All in all, you’ll feel like you’ve ascended into a new level of lightheadedness with how at ease you head feel. Whatever headache you had a moment ago is long gone!
He comes to appreciate your hair a lot more after this; he’s a blond with short straight hair, so he didn’t fully grasp just how much work it actually is to maintain you hair.. See? A work of art!
He’s already thinking of the next time he could do this. Like I said before, this was his new coping mechanism and I don’t think you can’t do anything about it once he made up his mind.
— “You should let me do this again the next time you wash your hair, it was a very pleasing experience..”
Asmodeous
While in the middle of choosing what perfume and lipstick to where to the day, he could already sense beauty troubles before you could even think about summoning him.
When your call beckons him to come, he is ready. You peek through the curtains with tearful eyes, too embarrassed to really want to show him the mess that happened but not really having a choice at this point.
— “Love, Don’t even say a word! Asmo’s here to help~♡”
Gets immediately to work! He already had his hair products ready. You would think it’s kinda unnecessary to have as many products as he had on hand, but why even question it?
And ooh, how flawless he was.. You felt like you were at a spa with how at ease you felt. You could hear him cry out every now and then, saying how awfully tangled your hair was. But not once did you feel any pain.
But when he isn’t crying, he talks to you like hairstylists do at a hair salon. He tells you about some gossip he heard at Majolish and some products he’s planning on sharing with you. He asks you some questions and all in all, have a good time together. It’s honestly very fun!
By the end of it all, you’ve never felt more replenished. Your curls look the liveliest they’ve ever been, and you hadn’t even added your hair products or defused it!
He finished way quicker than what you would’ve taken. You probably still would’ve been only have way after all this time.
He’ll be fawning over you and saying how obsessed he is about your curls. ..but might start getting touchy since he hadn’t during that whole time. Which is kinda surprising he lasted this long.
— “Why don’t we go straight to my room? I’d love to try some hairstyles and new products on you!… Oh, no need to put clothes on, hon~ ;)”
Beelzebub
He was in the middle of doing some warmups before starting his regular workout routines. So imagine his surprise when he suddenly ends up in the bathroom.
But what surprised him even more was you peeking through the shower curtain, barely being able to hold your tears of frustration. Though you can’t stay feeling that way for long when you have a big fella worrying and asking you what’s wrong.
— “I need another pair of hands and eyes.. Could you help me out?” You say and laugh sheepishly.
— “Y-Yeah, sure! Just tell me what do to..”
The last thing he expected was to do your hair and has no experience whatsoever. But he’s washed and bushed Belphie’s hair before, so how hard can it be?
You two really need to stop underestimating the situation.💀👍
Has no idea what he’s doing but he will be so gentle! He also apologizes softly every time he pulls and brushes your hair, which is quite often.
His hands went through your hair so nicely, massaging your scalp and often playing with your hair. Your hair is so pretty..! So pretty.. it looks good… very good..
— “Beel, do not eat my hair!”
— “Oh, right. Sorry..”
But, I mean come on! Based on his logic, Your hair looks and feels so good.. it even smells amazing! So why wouldn’t it taste good too? It’s very tempting👀✨ if you want a speedy haircut, he’s your guy!
Very good at following directions, and appreciates that you tell him to divide your hair into sections to that it’s easier for him to detangle the knots. He makes sure to ask if it hurts or if you’re doing alright.
Also very respectful! Keeps his eyes where he should be putting them, doesn’t touch you where he shouldn’t and doesn’t make the situation weird; he would never want to make you feel uncomfortable. Though you can see that there’s a soft hint of blush decorating his cheeks..
This ends up being the most unique workout for him, one that required a hella amount of delicacy and patience. And self control.
You thank him for helping you out, joking about how you would’ve just shaved it all off if you couldn’t do it. He’s just happy that your happy.
*Growl..* “Oh, I’m starving now. I’ll head toward the kitchen so come join me when you’re done, okay?”
Belphegor
Obviously sleeping in some who knows where corner in the most uncomfortable position imaginable. Your summon kinda saves him from that.
This guy was dumbfounded when you asked him to help you with your hair. Like, don’t you know him?? He hasn’t even brushed his own hair this week, you think he can handle your hair?!
— “Belphie, Please! I can’t just ask someone else!”
— “Go to the hair salon or something!”
— “Don’t you know how expensive that is?? They’ll charge me a shit ton!”
He can’t refuse you when you’re this distressed about what’s going on. So he’ll reluctantly agree to help you, but doesn’t promise to do a good job. Will ask again if you’re sure you want him to help you; ..oh well, your decision.
Decides that the best course of action..! Is to look it up in DevilTube. Ain’t no way this mans knows what he’s doing.
There’s a 75% chance you’ll end up worse than when how you started. His movements are so stiff, and awkward, way too rough for your scalp, and all in all, just ass.
Will sarcastically tell you to just leave it like that, it’ll work fine as a pillow. That, of course, is not an option.
He’ll also play with your hair, making a bubble tower; and if possible? Make shapes with your hair. I’m telling you, your hair will get a lot worse with him ;—;
But lo and behold, if a miracle happens and somehow managed to detangle it? You’ll never skip a week of your hair routine. This horrible learning experience taught you that routines are very important or else all hell will break lose.
He never exercise, so imagine how how numb and exhausted his arms will feel after this?? Got to learn where you get most of your strength from even if you don’t look strong.. will want to make you just as exhausted as he feel. Do with that information what you will.
Moral of the story, don’t ask Belphie to help you. You’re better off doing it yourself!👍
— *huff, huff* “Your hair must be one of hell’s miserable wonders.. *Pant* You owe me a long cuddle session after this..!”
End
My magic wouldn’t work on Belphie’s dialogue.. ;-;
But Oh god, I had so much fun with this! I could stop laughing at some of them when I kept imagining them in my head. So I hope you too also had a good laugh when reading this! ^^⸝⸝
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Wanda had a little lamb
(!) Mommy!Wanda x female reader: Stockholm Syndrome, ageplay, manipulation, meanie Wanda, little!reader mdni
Wanda was living a “happy” life alone in her cabin in the middle of nowhere but she was missing something, or someone, and she was going to get it no matter what.
writing this bc i wanted to read something like this
You woke up to the sun shining bright on your face and a soft stroke to your hair, you don’t remember much from yesterday Wanda had made sure of that, playing mind tricks on you was so easy for her, you were so naive and to be honest you were terrified of her so anything she said you were gonna obey to eventually.
Yesterday was a rough day you fought Wanda since the moment you realized where you were, feeling so helpless against her, she tried to be kind to you but in a way that felt so wrong and gross. Flashing memories of your time before Wanda and the cabin played from time to time on your head, she allowed you to see that you where exactly where you should be and exactly where she wanted you to be. The first time you talked to her she tried to sweet talk to you but you were demanding answers and she hated that, you were so defiant not the little girl she was trying so hard to make you be, it was exhausting trying to fight her, one minute you were screaming at her and the next you were waking up from a nap chained to her bed, whenever you found yourself like that you immediately cried for her, for her to cuddle you while apologizing profusely, she knew it would take a little more time before you were happy to be there, happy to be with her.
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Your hands froze on the keyboard when you heard her asking softly about what you were doing “i just wanted to see what they were saying about me”, she hummed “so? what did you find?” You searched in a panic your name in every news outlet if any of them talked about your disappearance or anything but found nothing, “nothing” Wanda didn’t even try to hide the smirk on her face, you will never know that she was way ahead of you, she muted and blocked your name and anything that could give you a little insight about your whereabouts, the moments your tried to get anything from her you got nothing else but a kiss on your temple and a pat on your shoulder, Wanda really tried to make you like her, like it there without using her powers, it wasn’t fair to her, she wanted for you to love her because you truly loved her not because you feared her. You really don’t know how long it has been since the first day you got there, slowly your mind is giving in, but you can’t give up that easily, not so soon, it’s only been 4 weeks or 6? time really means nothing when you are trapped in a cabin in the middle of nowhere with a very determined woman.
i was more inspired last night but it was too late for me to write so accept this haha i am not a writer at all also English is not my first language so i tried to spell properly!
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How good do they know their s/o? || Are they empathetic?
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↬|Lucifer|
• Lucifer knows MC very well. He has spent enough time with them to understand their thoughts, feelings, and motivations.
• He knows what makes them happy, sad, and angry, and he is able to anticipate their needs and desires.
• Lucifer is also empathetic towards MC and their emotions, and he always tries to support and comfort them when they are feeling down or upset.
• He cares deeply about MC and their wellbeing, and he always tries to be there for them when they need it.
• Lucifer understands that they have different personalities and different ways of thinking, but he still tries his best to understand and support them whenever he can.
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↬|Mammon|
• Mammon has a very good understanding of the MC, knowing their likes and dislikes, their past and their thoughts and feelings.
• He can tune into their emotional and mental state fairly well, and he often has good insight into what the MC is thinking or feeling, even if they don't express it openly.
• As a result, Mammon can be quite empathetic to the MC, understanding their perspective and reacting accordingly.
• He might also be able to anticipate MC's needs and wants, making it easier for him to show care and affection in the way that best resonates with them.
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↬|Leviathan|
• Leviathan has taken the time to get to know MC inside and out. He's taken the time to learn and understand their wants, needs, and fears.
• He knows what they like and dislike and how they react under certain circumstances. He is empathetic and can sense how MC is feeling by their body language and the way they speak.
• He knows how to read them so he can respond accordingly and not cause any unnecessary distress.
• Overall, he is a very attentive and observant individual and will always do his best to ensure that MC feels comfortable and safe with him.
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↬|Satan|
• Satan and MC have been together for some time and Satan knows them very well. He understands their thoughts, feelings, and motivations, and he is empathetic towards them.
• He's able to pick up on MC's needs and respond accordingly. He's also able to anticipate MC's feelings and reactions, as well as their moods.
• This allows him to provide the right level of support and comfort to MC when they need it.
• Overall, Satan is very good at understanding MC and knows how to be there for them when they need him.
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↬|Asmodeus|
• Asmodeus understands MC better than anyone. They're his beloved one and he knows their likes, dislikes, and everything in between.
• Being so in tune with each other, they are quite empathetic towards one another. Asmodeus often reads the room and is able to determine MC's feelings and mood, and will try to make them feel better by providing whatever comfort they need.
• If MC's upset, he'll be there to soothe and comfort them, and if MC's happy, he'll be there to shower with praise and affection.
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↬|Beelzebub|
• Beelzebub knows MC quite well. He is able to sense the emotions and feelings that they are experiencing, and he is empathetic towards them.
• Beelzebub is always there when MC needs a listening ear or a shoulder to cry on, and he does his best to be understanding and supportive.
• When MC is happy and excited, he shares in that joy, and when they are sad and stressed, he does whatever he can to comfort them.
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↬|Belphegor|
• Belphegor is incredibly empathetic towards MC and has a clear understanding of their feelings and needs.
• He pays attention to the subtle changes in their demeanor, quickly picking up on when something is bothering them or when they feel stressed, sad, or upset.
• Belphegor genuinely cares about how MC feels, and will always be willing to listen and provide comfort or support.
• He can sense when MC needs a hug or a distraction, and will always try to make them feel better. Belphegor's empathetic nature helps create a strong bond between him and MC.
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↬|Diavolo|
• Diavolo knows MC quite well, and they have had plenty of opportunities to learn about each other and their desires and motivations.
• He understands them on a deep, personal level and is very empathetic towards their thoughts, feelings, and experiences.
• He is a good listener and always shows understanding and support whenever MC needs it.
• Diavolo can be quite empathetic towards MC and their problems and struggles.
• He tries to put himself in their shoes and look at things from their perspective, understanding their emotions and feelings and doing his best to help them through difficult times.
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↬|Barbatos|
• Barbatos knows MC very well. He understands their likes and dislikes, their personal preferences, and what they are feeling at any given moment of time.
• The demon has shown an incredible level of empathy towards MC as his lover, always listening to what they have to say and always trying to be there for them whenever they needed it.
• He always tries to be more than just a butler but a friend to MC, someone that they can rely on and be comfortable with.
• This level of understanding and empathy is why Barbatos is always seen as MC's shoulder to cry on.
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↬|Simeon|
• Given the fact that Simeon and MC have spent a lot of time together, Simeon would likely know MC quite well.
• He would have a deep understanding of their personality, their strengths and weaknesses, and what makes them tick.
• Simeon would also likely be quite empathetic towards MC and would be sensitive to their feelings.
• This means that he would be especially attentive towards any changes in MC's mood and would do his best to provide emotional support when it's needed.
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↬|Solomon|
• Solomon would likely have a very deep understanding of MC. They would have spent a lot of time together, getting to know each other on a personal level.
• Solomon would likely be able to predict MC's thoughts, emotions, and reactions, as they would have developed a strong connection and familiarity with one another.
• He would be able to easily sense MC's feelings and what they are thinking, even if MC does not express it verbally.
• Solomon would also be able to empathize with MC, understanding the way they feel and the situation they are in. In this way, Solomon would be very empathetic towards MC and their struggles.
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can I make a request for obey me? How the 7 brothers would flirt with a female mc? thanks!!!
How would the brothers flirt with MC
Author’s note: I usually would do only 3, but I couldn’t choose so I just did all of them <3
You can check pt. 2 with other characters here
1. Lucifer:
Lucifer's flirting style with mc includes a balance of refinement and intellectual charm. He values intelligence and elegance and appreciates those qualities on a person.
When flirting with her, Lucifer would often invite her to formal events, treating her like a lady. He would extend his arm for a graceful dance or engage her in sophisticated conversations during lavish parties.
Lucifer's compliments would focus on her intellect, wit, and ability to handle complex matters.
He would appreciate her for that, acknowledging her opinions and valuing her insights.
His admiration for her would manifest through thoughtful gestures, such as presenting her with rare books or inviting her to join him in discussions about literature, history or other topics.
In private moments, however, Lucifer might reveal his vulnerable side, opening up about the pressures of his role as the Avatar of Pride and expressing how mc’s presence brings him solace.
He might engage her in philosophical debates, relishing the intellectual simulation their conversations provide.
2. Mammon:
His flirtatious behavior towards mc is filled with playful banter and a hint of protectiveness.
He adores mc and is often torn between wanting to impress her and teasing her relentlessly.
He would refer to her as “Princess” or “Darlin’”, playfully using terms like these to establish a sense of familiarity and affection.
Mammon’s attempts at impressing her would involve flashy gifts or extravagant gestures. He might sweep her off her feet with surprises, like organizing a private fireworks display or reserving an entire amusement park for a day of exclusive fun.
Despite his nature, his possessiveness would become evident when other people show interest in mc. He would make it his mission to get all of her attention, constantly reminding her of his affection and playfully challenging anyone who dares to come close.
While his flirting includes teasing and cheeky compliments about mc’s appearance, he also has moments of vulnerability where he reveals his fears and insecurities.
Being the Avatar of Greed, he might struggle with self-stem and worry that he isn’t enough for mc.
In these moments, mc’s reassurance and genuine care would mean the world to him, and he would shower her with affection, showcasing his genuine feelings.
3. Leviathan:
Levi’s approach to flirting with mc revolves around their shared interests and virtual escapades.
He appreciates her understanding and acceptance of his passion for games and anime, finding solace in her presence.
When flirting, Levi would invite her to gaming sessions, exploring various virtual worlds together and experiencing thrilling adventures side by side.
He would discuss strategy and tactics with her, valuing her insights and appreciating her ability to think strategically.
Levi might recommend new games or anime that he thinks she would enjoy, taking pleasure in introducing her to his favorite titles.
In the virtual realm, he would be more confident and expressive, allowing their connection to flourish.
As their bond deepens, Levi might shyly confess his affection, expressing how grateful he is to have found someone who appreciates his hobbies and understands him.
He would reveal the extent of his vulnerability, sharing stories of his struggles with social interactions and the comfort he finds in their companionship.
In these moments, Levi’s affectionate side shines through, and he becomes more open and expressive about his feelings.
4. Satan:
His flirting style centers around intellectual and literary pursuits.
As an avid reader, Satan is drawn to her intellect and curiosity. He finds joy in their shared love for books and knowledge, viewing her as a kindred spirit.
When flirting, Satan would recommend books, poems, or thought-provoking articles that he thinks mc would appreciate, sparking engaging discussions between them.
They might spend time in the library together, exchanging ideas and delving into deep conversations about their favorite authors or literary theories.
Satan would value her insights and opinions, seeking her perspectives on various subjects. His compliments would focus on her intelligence, insightfulness, and the stimulating discussions they have.
His affectionate side would surface when they are alone, away from the prying eyes of his demon brothers.
In these private moments, he would reveal his vulnerabilities, sharing personal stories and embracing her as a trusted confidant.
He might express his gratitude for her presence in his life, describing how she brings balance to his sometimes chaotic emotions.
Satan’s flirting would Inter wine with profound conversations, creating a deep emotional connection between them.
5. Asmodeus:
Asmo would employ his instinct for glamour and beauty to captivate mc.
He finds joy in adorning others with his fashion expertise and takes pride in enhancing their appearance. When flirting, Asmo would offer fashion advice, helping her choose stylish outfits that accentuate her features and personality.
He might even design unique ensembles for her, showcasing his creativity and attention to detail.
Asmo would plan spa days or makeovers, pampering mc with luxurious treatments that make her feel like a queen.
He would compliment her on her beauty, highlighting her elegance and grace. As the Avatar of Lust, his flirtatious remarks would often revolve around her physical appearance, but he would also emphasize the beauty he sees within her, appreciating her inner radiance.
Beyond the superficial, Asmo is also caring and affectionate. He would create a safe space for mc, encouraging her to open up about her dreams, desires and insecurities.
He would showe her with compliments, recognizing her strengths and making her feel cherished and desired.
Asmo would revel in romantic gestures, believing that love should be celebrated and expressed in a bold way.
6. Beelzebub:
His flirting style revolves around shared meals and engaging in physical activities together.
He find comfort in their companionship and appreciates mc’s understanding of his insatiable appetite.
When flirting, Beel would invite her to try delicious foods, cooking for her or taking her to the best entries in the demon realm.
They might embark on culinary adventures, discovering unique flavors and bonding over shared gastronomic experiences. Beel might challenge her to eating contests, playfully competing with her while sharing hearty laughs.
Through these activities, he would express his desire to experience the hoys of life with her by his side.
In addition to this, Beel would encourage her to participate in physical activities like sports, workouts, our outdoor adventures.
He would cherish their time together and celebrate their shared interests. Beel’s flirtatious gestures would often be accompanied by his infectious laughter and warmth, creating and atmosphere of happiness and friendship.
7. Belphegor
Belphie’s flirtatious behavior towards mc is infused with humor, laziness, and a touch of mischief.
He often appears uninterested but secretly keeps an eye on her, observing her every move.
When flirting, Belphie would playfully tease her, pretending to be uninterested while dropping hints of his affection to catch her attention.
He might engage in witty banter, using his dry wit and sarcasm to make her laugh. Belphie would suggest fun and relaxed activities that cater to their shared laziness, such as napping together, binge-watching shows, or enjoying lazy afternoons under a shared blanket.
In these moments, he would create a comfortable and lighthearted atmosphere, allowing mc to feel at ease in his presence.
Belphie’s flirtation would often involve subtle gestures that express his care and protectiveness.
He might fall asleep next to mc, subconsciously seeking her warmth and companionship. His mischief would give away to moments of vulnerability, where he reveals his true emotions and the depth of his feelings.
Belphie would cherish mc’s ability to accept him for who he is and would shower her with affectionate gestures that reflect his genuine care and admiration.
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