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the-travelling-witch · 9 months

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𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋

summary: having your period is already stressful enough and being in the devildom doesn't make it any better; luckily, these demons are here to help

pairings: mammon :: belphegor :: barbatos x reader

warnings: period-having reader (gn pronouns), blood, mild cramps

a/n: this is literally so self-indulgent, as everything i write is, but whenever i'm on my period thinking of scenarios like this helps me sit through cramps, so i thought i'd share the nonesense with you ♡

obey me masterlist || similar writing: twisted pains [twst]

𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍

“Human! Open ya damn door!”

“No, please let me die in peace,” you whined from underneath your blankets as the banging against your door continued.

“If ya don’t let me in right now, I’ll kick it down, ya hear me?!” You could practically see Mammon pacing a ridge into the floor in front of your room, so you trudged over there and unlocked it, the demon almost colliding with you from how quickly he opened the door. His snow-white hair was sticking up from his head as if he’d run his hands through it without noticing. “What’s the big deal makin’ me wait so damn long, huh?”

“I told you I’m trying to pass away from this life,” you deadpanned, trudging back to your bed, groaning as another cramp twisted your lower stomach. “First, I have to deal with this shit in a house full of male demons who are absolutely not prepared to handle a human exchange student on their period. And second-“

You paused, for both dramatic flair and to take a calming breath. Then, you turned around and gave Mammon a saccharine smile dipping pure venom.

“I find out that apparently the entire Devildom can smell that I’m on my period if I step a foot out the bloody door.”

“Listen, I’m sorry.” Mammon held up his hands to plead his innocence. “I didn’t mean ta be so rude about it. But in my defence, I didn’t know it’s a normal thing for humans to just start bleedin’. I thought ya were dyin’!”

You painfully remembered how you had dragged yourself out of your room this morning, after luckily finding some hygiene products in the bag you had with you when you were whisked away to the Devildom unannounced (thank the sky guy you threw them into literally every bag and purse you owned). Already in a bad mood, you’d plopped down into your designated seat, ready to fight for your breakfast, only to feel six pairs of eyes on you.

“What?” You had asked, when nobody passed you the bread basket.

That had been when Mammon, eyes as wide as the coaster under your mug, almost jump-scared you into dropping your butter knife.

“WHY ARE YA BLEEDIN’?!” He’d already pulled you from your chair and started inspecting you for any signs of injuries, tugging your arms up and inspecting your head. “Are ya hurt anywhere?”

“Mammon, I’m fine. You can let go of me now.” You almost had to wrestle your arm back from him, heat already creeping up your cheeks.

“Clearly yer not!”

Exhaling deeply you said through gritted teeth “I’m on my period, if you have to know.”

The demons around the table had exchanged glances, but sadly only three of them had held a spark of understanding, those being Satan, Levi and Asmodeus. Mammon and Beel on the other hand seemed more lost (well, Beel actually had his eyes on his food but that was beside the point) and Lucifer’s face had been unreadable.

“Woah, periods are an actual thing?” Levi had asked incredulously, his voice somewhere between shock and awe. “I thought anime made those up for the sake of the plot.”

“I see,” Satan had given you hope. “I‘ve read about those before in some books on human anatomy but I didn’t think it was a big deal, seeing as it wasn’t talked about much.”

“Satan, pray tell, from when were those books?”

“The 18th century perhaps?” He shrugged, tilting his head.

“Well, that explains a lot,” you had sighed, whereas Asmo had just dropped his head in his hands.

“I’m sorry about them, hon. But demons don’t experience periods, so I doubt any of them will be much help,” he had squeezed your hand sympathetically.

Lucifer had cleared his throat then. “Well, it appears that we have some catching up to do, now that we are hosting a human exchange student. Given your…predicament, you are allowed to stay home from RAD as long as this affects you.”

You had sighed a breath of relief.

“In exchange, however,” Lucifer had continued, making you dread the next words to leave his mouth, “it will fall to you that my brothers are properly educated on how to handle this side of humanity.”

So, that afternoon, you had found yourself in the common room, holding a presentation on the menstrual cycle in front of the brothers… and the future demon king himself. Yes, of course, Diavolo had gotten wind of your situation and simply couldn’t pass up the opportunity to learn more about humans. At least, him being in the know meant you’d never have to worry about getting period products imported to the Devildom ever again.

Subsequently, you had locked yourself in your room, curled up under a blanket as you scrolled through Devilgram trying to forget this whole ordeal happened. A good hour later, Mammon had started pounding against your door like a madman.

With him standing in your room now, you could see the bag he was holding as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Sitting on the edge of your bed, you patted the spot next to you.

“I’ll forgive you. It would have been more embarrassing if I went to RAD without knowing,” you said placatingly. “Anyways, what’s that?”

“Oh, it’s nothin’…” Mammon trailed off, looking anywhere but you as he rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s just… Ya were sayin’ this stuff could help and we didn’t have any, so I went and got some for ya… Only because Lucifer would string me from the ceiling if ya went and complained! That’s all!”

Taking the plastic bag from him, you peered inside to see various types of human world painkillers, a hot water bottle and chocolates. Despite what the demon had just said, you noted that the chocolate brand he bought was the one you liked best, something you had only dropped in a passing sentence when you talked to Asmo about a new trending dessert.

“Thank you, Mammon,” you smiled genuinely. “That actually is really helpful.”

“Really?” He managed to suppress his grin before it curled further than the corner of his lips before clearing his throat and hiding half his face behind his hand. “I mean, I’m only doin’ ma job, ya know? So Lucifer gives me back Goldie!”

“Sure you are,” you laughed, the first time since your day started. “Does your job also involve staying with me and watching a movie?”

“Yeah!” This time he was too late to hide his excitement, then he caught himself and tried again, calmer this time. “I uh- I could fit ya in my super busy schedule. Gotta make sure ya don’t die after all, huh?”

𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑

What a horrible way to start your day.

Well, under other circumstances, it would’ve been near perfect. Waking up snuggled comfortably in your boyfriend’s tight hold as he lightly snored into the crook of your neck, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.

If it wasn’t for the unpleasant twisting of your lower stomach you might have turned around and slept the morning away. Still slightly groggy, you sat up in bed, hoping dearly it was just a fleeting stomach ache or hunger and not your period, despite the clear symptoms.

All hope was shattered however, when you shifted and you knew instantly that you could kiss this pair of underwear goodbye. With some effort, you wriggled out of Belphie’s vice grip, looking back at the sleepy demon as he groaned in protest only to see a large blood stain where you’d just lain. At your shocked gasp echoing around the attic, you watched his brows knit together and his nose wriggle, his forehead creasing as if he was deep in thought. Then, he blinked his eyes open.

“What’s—“ he cut himself off with a yawn, “What’s wrong? Are you alright? What are you doing over there?”

“Belphie… I’m so sorry,” you nearly sobbed, guilt bubbling up in you. In combination with your hormones being all over the place and your still sleep-addled mind, tears were threatening to form along your waterline.

In a heartbeat, the Avatar of Sloth was up and next to you, pulling you into a hug and bringing your head to rest against his shoulder, one hand smoothing over your hair, the other holding you close by the waist. You’d never seen him move this fast this early in the morning.

“Hey, hey, what’s up?” He gently prodded, voice still raspy with sleep but soft nonetheless. “Please talk to me, starlight.”

“It’s— Your sheets, I’m so sorry… I didn’t know…” You buried your face deeper in the fabric draping over his chest as you felt him turn his head towards the bed. Then, a beat of silence spanned across the attic.

“That’s what you’re fussing about?”

“Yeah, I mean—“ Collecting your thoughts, you began again. “It’s gross and a pain to clean. I really should’ve known that—“

“Hey, look at me.” Tilting your face towards his, your eyes met amethyst ones as you followed the guidance of his fingers underneath your chin. “It’s not gross, you hear me? No part of you could ever be.”

“But the blood-“

“I’m a demon, might I remind you. You’d think I can handle a little blood.” There was a caring seriousness in his gaze that made you weak in the knees, the love and adoration you found swirling within almost making you cry for a whole other reason. “You didn’t actually think I’d be mad at you about something so natural, did you?”

“It’s generally a bit of a taboo topic and conversations about it can be quite stigmatised, so…,” you shrugged.

“You’re telling me half the population go through this every month and the topic is hushed up anyway? You’re already stressed enough and people give you crap for something like this?” You nodded at his incredulous tone. “Well that’s just stupid.”

For a moment, Belphie just held you, his fingers tracing random shapes into your hip. Then, he pulled you towards a dresser in the corner of the room, never letting go of you completely.

With how much time you had started spending in the attic it was a somewhat natural course of nature that your clothes would gradually end up moving here as well. Pulling out a fresh pair of underwear and a pair of black sweatpants, you didn’t have time to reach for a sweater before a soft pile of fabric was already pushed into your hands. Upon closer inspection, you identified it to be one of Belphie’s hoodies.

“I know you like wearing them,” he merely shrugged off your raised eyebrow. “Now go and take your time washing up, but make sure to come back straight away when you’re done.”

Practically herding you out of the door, you almost had to snort at the irony of the Avatar of Sloth encouraging you to do something you might not have had the energy to otherwise. But you were incredibly thankful for it because when the shower’s warm water hit you, you noticed how much you needed this, feeling born anew after scrubbing your skin clean.

Climbing back up the stairs to the attic, you already felt a lot calmer than when you had woken up, swaddled in Belphie’s cloud-like hoodie (seriously, where did he find fabric like that?) and surrounded by a mixture of his scent and your body wash.

When you pushed open the attic door, you blinked at the new set of sheets Belphie was lounging on, the old ones nowhere to be seen. Even without you moving, the demon perked up at your presence, extending one arm to coax you back into bed.

“What are you still doing over there? Come here,” he said, voice already drowsy again. “There’s still some morning left to be slept away.”

Who were you to refuse? Sliding under the covers next to him, you turned and twisted into whatever pretzel position made you cramp the least before two strong arms wrapped around you. This was another perk of being with Belphie; if anyone could accommodate weird sleeping positions, it was him.

Warm hands found their way under his hoodie, his palms pressed flatly against your lower back where most of your pain was coming from, while the hips of his fingers slowly caressed the surrounding skin.

“Feeling better?” He mumbled into the crown of your head.

“Mhm, much better,” you breathed into the crook of his neck, sighing as his natural body heat slowly eased some of the constant pressure in both your lower stomach and back. “How did you know about the back pain though?”

“You always complain about it, especially on the first day,” he replied nonchalantly, as if it was the most natural thing to know.

“How did I get so lucky,” you mused, your tone playful but just as genuine. “Makes me feel even worse about ruining your sheets.”

“Literally don’t worry about it, you do too much of that anyway. I left them with Asmo, he knows how to get just about any stain out of stuff.” You tried not to think about the specifics of where that expertise came from, so you rolled your eyes at the very typical behaviour of the youngest to dump his work on his brothers. Then you stiffened. Work. Chores. You were on grocery shopping duty today. “What’s the matter now?”

“I have to go out soon and get everything we need for dinner,” you sighed. Maybe you could convince someone to trade it with an indoor chore for the week.

Before you could reach for your D.D.D, the arms around you held you a little closer to the demon you were snuggled up against, one of his legs draping over your thigh, careful not to put too much pressure on you as he tangled your legs with his.

“Well that’s too bad,” Belphie mumbled into your hair, pressing a lingering kiss to the top of your head. “Looks like Lucifer has to find someone else for the job. Because you’ll be busy all day.”

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐒

Periods had the annoying habit of showing up whenever they pleased, which mostly meant whenever it was most inconvenient for you. Being well aware of that fact didn’t mean you were any more prepared for it to happen, though.

So, as you were running errands around RAD with Barbatos, it suddenly felt like your insides were squeezed together and wrung out like a washcloth, making you stagger and pause to steady yourself again. When your companion turned to ask if you were alright, you assured him everything was fine, hoping it was just one bad cramp that would ebb away soon.

But over the course of the next fifteen minutes, it progressively got worse and you had trouble focusing on the task at hand, shifting uncomfortably in your seat as you sorted through student council documents. As you reached for a new stack of files, gloved hands came to rest over yours, preventing you from picking up more work.

“You should not overexert yourself, dear,” a soft voice spoke close to your ear. On other occasions, you would have welcomed the way his hands smoothed down your shoulders when it was just the two of you for once, but you couldn’t think about anything but the pain you were experiencing. “Without meaning to offend, you’re looking rather unwell. Allow me to take you to the Demon Lord’s Castle.”

“What about work?” You mumbled but didn’t resist as he pulled you to your feet, steadying you with a hand between your shoulder blades. “And Diavolo?”

“Do not worry about that. There’s no rush to complete these files and the Young Master has given the explicit order for me to take care of you,” Barbatos smiled as he led you out of RAD, careful to avoid as much unwanted attention as possible. “An order I was all too happy to comply with, might I add.”

“So you knew,” you sighed with a smile, not actually too surprised at the revelation. “I did think it was suspicious to have you all to myself the entire day. Do I even have to ask how you knew?”

“Well, as you have come to learn, demons are far more perceptive to certain reactions of the body, hormonal changes included,” he explained matter of factly. “Aside from that, however, I have also made it a priority to learn the rhythm of your body to best care for you.”

“You track my cycle? Despite being so busy already?” You turn your head to look at him in surprise.

“Of course. Not only are you an honoured exchange student, you are also someone who is immensely important to me,” he said as he held the castle door open for you, his verdant gaze full of adoration. “Naturally, I aim to ease your strains and alleviate some of the burden you carry.”

“You really don’t have to—“

“But I want to.” Taking your hand in his, the fabric of his gloves soft against your skin, he brushed your knuckles with a featherlight kiss. “Please allow me to take care of you, my love.”

“I guess I can’t say no when you ask like that,” you laughed sheepishly. Your body seemingly agreed with you as it sent another wave of cramps to make your knees buckle.

“You must be exhausted,” Barbatos said, no doubt picking up on your unease immediately. “Let me draw you a warm bath to ease some of your tension.”

Said, done. Soon thereafter, you were sinking into a tub that probably cost more than a normal person’s house, the water the absolute perfect temperature to relax your muscles. You also noted how there were no strong scents present, only the hint of something floral and calming, but not overwhelmingly so.

After some time of soaking in the bath and with your permission, Barbatos stepped back into the bathroom. First, he wrapped you in the fluffiest black towel, carefully patting your skin dry so as to not irritate it. Then, he applied a moisturising lotion, gently kneading out any knots in your legs and shoulders with his skilled fingers before helping you into a new set of clothes which felt light as feathers against your skin.

He also showed you where to find any sort of hygiene product you might need and, to nobody’s surprise, somebody had stocked the guest bathroom you used whenever you came over with every possible product there was.

In your guest room, Barbatos guided you over to the sofa and lounge chairs underneath one of the high windows where a tea set was already waiting for you on the table in the middle.

“I took the liberty to prepare some tea and a few pastries while you were bathing. This blend has soothing qualities and is known to help with cramping. Given your usual choice of tea, I also think the aroma will be to your taste,” the demon explained and, as always, you were stunned by his level of attention to detail.

As he poured it, you noticed, however, that there was only one cup on the table and instead of getting one for himself, Barbatos went to fetch a hot water bottle.

Wrapping it in a cloth he warned you to be careful not to burn yourself before announcing he’d start preparations for dinner, letting you know he’d be making your favourite. But before he could turn to leave, you caught his wrist, a surprised expression flitting over his face for just a second.

“If it’s not too much trouble,” you started, holding his gaze, “would you join me for tea? It’s been a while since we sat down together.”

At your request his face smoothed over into a fond smile, the hand in your grasp coming up to brush over your cheekbone.

“I suppose dinner can wait a little longer,” he said, clearly as happy as you to spend time with you. “Then again, even if it couldn’t, I’d find it hard to leave you. Especially when your wish and mine are so closely intertwined.”

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angelltheninth · 2 months

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Obey Me Brothers Get Jealous

Pairing: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, kissing, biting, sharing clothes, marking, slight threats, PDA, teasing, possessiveness, jealousy

A/N: Jealousy isn't a deadly sin, unless you're the one they're jealous of.

Lucifer doesn't hide his jealousy at all, he flaunts it actually. When he gets jealous he will make it a public thing with no shame at all. Walking up to you in the middle of the hallway, wrapping his arms fully around you and giving you the biggest, deepest kiss isn't strange for him, nor is the deep growl that leaves his mouth after.

Mammon takes up all your time so you can't spend with anyone else, in side of class and outside too. Telling him it's just the guys from your class does litle to calm him down, it would only make him cling onto you around those specific guys. He knows who your hanging out with but you should really make your boyfriend a priority.

Leviathan is all too easy to get jealous over the smallest things. They don't even have to be the romantic kind, he's just on the slightly insecure side when it comes to being able to keep your affections. Marking you is one of the only ways he can be sure that no one steals you away so give him your ring finger and let him bite it.

Satan never handled emotions too well, not when they well up inside of him like that. Even though he tries his best to be non-threatening to others it's not easy to control his anger around people that flirt with you. He could get rid of them easily, and they should know how easy it would be, how insignificant they are compared to him.

Asmodeus doesn't feel jealousy often, its more others being jealous because of him. As a flirt it was quite unexpected when he marched over to you, pouting and mad as he claimed your mouth with his own, completely unbothered by the onlookers. Everyone in the school should know you're his and his alone.

Beelzebub wants to be more subtle when it comes to showing his jealous side but it doesn't work as well as he hopes. His grip is so strong on your hand that it almost hurts and he feels bad about it later. Will apologize of course, like a good boyfriend but will also say it a bit too loudly, unbeknownst to him.

Belphegor acts jealous often bit his jealousy is actually more subtle then anyone else's. Hell you don't even notice it sometimes because he is clingy by nature. The only thing he does that's different from his usual clinginess is that he insists, not asks, insists on you wearing his favorite shirt for the whole day, it makes you look cute and cuddly.

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lou-struck · 11 months

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They Said No... Part 2

Obey Me! x MC!

Featuring: Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Belphegor

Part 1 HERE

Part 3 HERE

~We all get asked to do things sometimes that we do not want to do. And it's okay to say no, but sometimes you need a little extra help to get the point across.

Warnings: Pushy Demons, talk of pact control, Threats, Betrayal

Satan:

The Avatar of Wrath has a bit of cat fur on his usually pristine uniform but has never been happier, RAD is hosting an animal adoption event, and he has spent most of his morning with the adoptable cats having the time of his life. The only thing he is missing is you.

You would love every minute of the event, and so Satan has made it his mission of the day to find you and bring you to the feline-filled classroom.

Stepping into the nearly empty corridor, he sees you sitting on one of the ancient stone benches, mindlessly scrolling through your DDD with one hand and toying with a button on your uniform with the other.

"Mc, there you are." a voice interjects before he can even open his mouth; you lift your head and look towards the owner of the shrill and unfamiliar voice. A Demon Satan doesn't care enough to recognize steps towards you. "I've been looking for you everywhere."

"Oh, hi." You don't meet their gaze, opting instead to stare at the ground in a way that tells Satan you would rather be anywhere else than talking to them. It irks him greatly, but he can't just interrupt yet.

"The brothers aren't here, so you can speak freely now. Did you see my messages?" they ask, taking another step towards you. "You know I've liked you for a while now, but I don't understand why you won't go out with me."

You look up at them apologetically but take a step further away from your not-so-secret admirer. "I'm so sorry, but my feelings are not the same; I've told you before that I am not interested, so can you please leave me alone.

"NO," the lesser Demons shouts, "you don't understand. I like you, which means you are Mine."

That is all Satan needs to hear, and his legs move forward on their own. His anger at this lesser Demon threatens to bubble to the surface as he approaches. Stepping between the two of you protectively.

The Demon flinches but doesn't back down entirely. They open their pathetic little mouth to babble out some delusional retort, only to have their words die on their tongue.

"MC said they were not interested in the likes of you," he growls, his emerald eyes aglow as he stares down your harasser. "I suggest you leave before you manage to make me even angrier than you already have."

The Demon leaves satisfyingly quickly, leaving Satan with you. He notices that you look a bit shaken up but utterly relieved to be rid of that Demon. The wrath he felt earlier disappears as you throw yourself into the safety of his embrace.

The cat can wait, but for now, he just needs to make sure you are okay.

Asmodeus:

Asmodeus is feeling particularly radiant today; the only thing that he thinks he can attribute this glow to other than the universe recognizing his beauty is that his elation to be going on this special little outing with you is showing for all the Devildom to see.

How lucky are they?

He feels light on his feet as he walks down the cobbled streets of Majolish to the little bistro you promised to meet him at for your Devilgrammable date.

His Peach-colored gaze scans the plaza until it finds you sitting at one of the adorably small tables on the patio, your figure clad in the sweater he bought for you a few weeks ago. You just look so cute. He feels his heart flutter in a way that doesn't quite fit the Lust for which he has been known.

But you are not alone; standing over you is a demon he has seen you frequently talking to at RAD.

A friend of yours?

Maybe?

But something feels off about the way you are looking up at them as if they are making you uncomfortable. As pretty and kind as you are, Asmo knows that you are trying very hard to keep your emotions undetectable. He has to know why.

Focusing on your conversation, he is able to hear what the other Demon is trying to talk to you about.

"Mc, y-you said we were f-friends," they whine in an exasperated voice. "Why won't y-you help me?" large tear drops run down their pearl-colored skin and onto the pavement below.

"What you are asking me to do is wrong," you say calmly. "I would never do that to Asmo or anyone else for that matter."

"All you have to do is tell Lord Asmodeus to love me as I love him." they huff. "But you wouldn't even do that for me. I love him, and I deserve to have him for my own."

"I wouldn't be telling him you want me to order him to do it," you say. "I don't think I can be friends with you anymore."

The Demon waves your words off as if they were nothing of consequence, an action that makes Asmo narrow his eyes as he starts to approach. "I never wanted to be friends with some ugly human in the first place, I only wanted Asmodeus, and you were a means to an end. But it seems that you just want to keep all the Brothers for yourself."

"Even if Mc did want to keep us for themselves, they deserve to," Asmo interjects at last, hugging you from behind and placing his head on your shoulder. "I mean, just look at them; they are soooo cute."

The earlier cruelty that had been on the Pearl demon's face vanished in an instant as their cheeks flushed heavily. "L-lord Asmodeus," they breathe. "I didn't mean it like that; the two of us were just having a bit of a friendly disagreement, that's all."

All of the annoyance and irritation that Asmo had been feeling comes forward, and he exudes a threatening aura as he stares down the Demon, not caring enough to charm them into submission. "Yeah, no, I heard more than enough to know that you need to stay away from Mc." he sighs, lowering his voice enough to send a shiver down the other Demon's spine, and they rush away.

Now alone, Asmo turns his attention to you and smiles brightly as if nothing had happened. "Sorry I'm late, Hon; let's go and order our drinks; I think after that, we both need a little extra love."

Beelzebub:

Beel feels like he's going to die of hunger. Whenever RAD does schoolwide exams, he is not allowed to eat in the classroom. It seems like ages since he has last eaten. The test took him a lot longer than he thought it would take. But before he leaves to go to Hell's kitchen, he wants to find you and bring you along with him. He doesn't quite understand why, but food always tastes better when you are with him.

He hears your voice from down the hall, a happy smile resting on his face as he follows the sound. He says you sat at one of the long study tables in the common room, a mountain of books at your side, and one of your classmates standing over you.

"I'm sorry," you say softly. "But I told you before. But I have too much on my plate right now. You'll have to do that part of the assignment yourself. "

Your classmate sighs, shaking their head in disapproval. "And I thought you were a nice MC, the kind of human who wouldn't hesitate to help out someone who needs it. You obviously don't have anything better to do, so just do my portion of the project. I'll pay you for your work."

What?

Why is this Demon being so mean to you?

Beelzebub truly doesn't understand why your classmate is treating you this way; you were very nice in turning them down. And he wouldn't want to do someone's project, either.

You clear your throat, "It's not about the Grimm; I just don't have time to do someone else's work. If you're struggling, I suggest you ask a professor to give you an extension."

Your classmate is hovering over you now, trying to intimidate you with their size. "You don't seem to know your place, Human; when a demon asks you to do something, I expect you to bow your head and do it obediently."

The Scene before him is too much for poor Beel; angrily, he steps forward, placing a large hand on the other Demon's shoulder. "That's close enough, Mc said they did not want to do anything for you."

The Demon flinches as he turns towards Beel in shock. "B-Beelzebub, I'm sorry, but I needed to remind this human that we demons are superior.

Beel's hunger and anger have fused into one, and he looks down at the Demon with disdain. "Mc is and always will be more important than you; if anything, you should be doing their work."

"no, they don't; I just need them to do their own work." You interject

"R-right, thank you." They mutter, picking their bag off the floor and running away.

"Are you alright, Mc?" he asks, looking at you with a violet gaze of adoration. "That must've been pretty scary."

You nod and take his hand, "I'm okay now, Beel, thank you for stepping in. Can I buy you lunch as a thank you?"

"Could we go to Hell's Kitchen?"

"Absolutely," you smile, "anything for my hero."

Hero? He likes the sound of that for some reason; he smiles happily, picking up your books as the two of you walk side by side out the doors of RAD.

Belphegor:

It's the stiffness in his neck that wakes Belpheghor from his nap. Maybe taking a nap on top of all of these decorative pillows wasn't that good of an idea after all. He sits up slowly, rubbing out the knot in his neck, feeling quite annoyed at the situation.

"Oh Belphie, you're awake." you smile, poking your head into the doorway, "I just placed an order for food. It should be here soon if you're hungry."

Just like that, all of his annoyance has vanished. "Thank you, Mc." he grins boyishly; moments like these make him happy to be awake.

"No problem, I think they are getting close; I'll wait by the door until it arrives," you say before disappearing down the hallway.

It's then he realizes that you probably had to order a lot of food since Beel is getting home from the gym soon and will need help carrying it all to the dining room once it gets here.

Belphie gets up from his seat and heads over to the front door where you must be waiting.

"You sure ordered a lot of food. Do you need any help bringing it in?" a voice asks. The delivery driver must be here already.

"Yeah, I guess I did go overboard," you say good-humoredly. "But It will all get eaten, I promise you that."

"You're pretty cute, aren't ya?" The delivery man cooed, pulling back the bag playfully. "How about you give me your number, and then you get your food?"

You laugh nervously at his words. "I'm sorry, but I can't do that."

"and why not?" They laugh cockily. "Are you feeling a little shy? Because that's cute too."

Belphie's jaw clenches as he wonders what is with this guy. How dare he try and take you away from him.

"I'm taken," you respond, the irritation slipping through your voice as you meet his gaze.

They scoff, tossing the bag of food on the ground roughly. "Aren't you just a fricken tease then? All I ask for is your number, so how about you be a good human and give it to me?"

Belphegor knows you could have handled this guy, but he was honestly so irritated he had to step in. "Ugh, you're so annoying. Mc already paid, so you can go on your way."

Your harasser is arrogant, not stupid. He knows that he has no chance against one of the seven avatars of sin. He shuts his annoying mouth and stomps down the steps of the House of Lamination.

You watch him leave with a relieved smile on your face, "are you okay, Mc?" he asks, grabbing your hand.

"I am now," you smile "Thank you for helping me, Belphie."

#obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #obey me scenarios #obey me x reader #obey me #obey me headcanons #belphegor x reader #belphegor fluff #obey me beelzebub #obey me satan #omswd x reader #satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #asmo x reader #beelzebub x reader #beel x reader

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amaya-writes · 6 months

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for ringtober i think it would be so funny to see the obey me brothers reacting to reader losing her ring lol i just know some of them *cough* Mammon and Asmo *cough* would be sooo dramatic

Ringtober Masterlist

Notes: I actually thought this was such a fun idea and had too many thoughts abt it so had to do hcs lol

Warnings: n/a just fluff

Characters involved: Lucifer, Mammon. Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

Lucifer

Highkey mad.

He cannot believe his fiance could be so irresponsible, and will state as much. His reaction and words will probably hurt, and he doesn't realise that until later.

Lucifer is out doing yet another task with Diavolo when the demon prince casually mentions how he saw you looking all over the place for your ring and you seemed quite sad.

You somehow convince Mammon to help you out since he's literally the best at finding shining things (and keeping them to himself, but he's too scared of Lucifer to steal your ring), and Solomon since he seems to have a solution for everything.

At the end of the day when it's dinner time and you're still not back at RAD trying to find your ring, Lucifer can't help but go find you.

He embraces you and says he was wrong to chastise you so harshly, your determination to find the ring showcases you weren't being irresponsible but it was just a small accident.

Lucifer isn't a very openly affectionate demon which is why he was hurt that you lost a symbol of his rare affection.

When the two of you return to HOL you're happy to discover Solomon waiting at the gate for you.

Apparently, Cerberus had been sitting on your ring the entire time. It must have slipped off when you were petting him and fell onto his dog bed.

Lucifer finds the entire ordeal sort of amusing, and you can't help but giggle too as you promise to pocket your ring before you pet Cerberus, or any other animal for that matter.

Lucifer secretly makes a duplicate of both of your rings the next day, he can't believe he didn't think of doing that before. He also thinks it would be cute to pass down the duplicates to your children.

Mammon

Is actually a little offended.

That was the first piece of jewellery Mammon acquired without stealing it. He even worked extra hard for his modelling agency to save up white money for you.

He never wanted anyone to ever be able to tell you your engagement (and wedding) ring was bought unfaithfully.

So, after putting in so much effort Mammon couldn't help but feel at least a little offended you just lost the ring.

To make matters worse you lost it because Asmo took you to get manicures and the lady over there misplaced it.

"For all we know it could be stolen by now!"

Mammon lets out a big annoyed huff and decides to give you the silent treatment for the rest of the day.

This doesn't last long and he ends up going to your room to find you, he feels sad seeing you look so dejected and decides to sort of apologise.

"Look what's done is done no point gettin' all sad bout it."

He feels worse because you seem genuinely sorry and apologise a lot.

Things end well because Asmo shows up at your room a little later with the ring in his hand. He says the receptionist found it with your wallet, which you also happened to forget there.

Leviathan

You did what?! That's it you don't love him. This whole thing was a lie, you clearly don't care about Levi or his love for you, you-

He will literally break off into the longest ramble ever and you're too scared to cut him off and make matters worse.

Levi locks himself up in his room and refuses to come out or talk to anyone. It gets so serious all the brothers are involved and you're all figuring out different ways to find your ring.

Lucifer eventually casts a spell and figures out your ring is in...Levi's room?

You storm to his door and tell him if he doesn't open it right now you won't have to find the ring because there won't be a wedding (a blatant lie, of course).

He opens it, you talk, and that's when Levi remembers he actually took your ring from you last night because he wanted to click pictures.

The ring was a custom design made to subtly match the design of the first game you played together, so obviously when Levi got a new installment of the game featuring the tiara your design was inspired by he just had to get a picture of the two together.

You were asleep on your gaming chair and he didn't want to wake you up so he just slipped it off your hand, but then forgot to give it back and just kept it in his drawer beside the game.

Mammon and Asmo couldn't help but laugh at how stupid this entire ordeal was, the rest of the brothers follow suit and then leave the two of you alone.

Now Levi's sheepish and the one apologising except he's just going on another ramble of how you probably hate him and won't talk to him but he deserves it.

Literally won't shut up until you cuddle him and tell him it's alright.

Satan

Locates it with a spell.

But first, Satan finds it so amusing how worried you are that he just has to play along and pretend to be annoyed.

If anything this whole ordeal was his fault because he was the who dragged you out to pet the street cats. In fact Satan almost lost his own ring when one of them was playing with his hand.

He has a small amused smile on his lips as you profusely apologise and insist on dragging him back to the park at midnight to try and find the ring.

Satan lets you ramble all the way there but when you two reach he realises you're getting a little too sad for his liking, so, he tells you to calm down and whips out a handy book of spells he had on him.

Ends up finding it in less than a minute, and that was a good thing too since the kitten playing with it looked like she was going to swallow the ring.

He triumphantly rescues your ring from the kitty, coos and pats her for a bit, and then return to your side with a boyish smile that almost quells your annoyance.

"You could have done this the entire time?!"

Satan lets out a genuine laugh so rare at your question you couldn't help but let your anger slip away as you laughed with him too.

He decides it's a good idea to recreate the moment he proposed to you and kneels down on one knee, slipping the ring on your finger and pulling you in for a kiss.

The moment ends up being a surprisingly romantic one you fondly retell to Asmo, who ends up gossiping about it to anyone with ears willing to listen to his squeels.

Asmodeus

Will never let you forget this.

When I tell you this man screeches.

Has the most girly squeeky yelling voice ever, in fact you actually can't even feel offended because you're too busy trying not to burst out laughing.

He's not even that mad about the ring he's more annoyed that you left him the entire day and were at Diavolo's hanging out with Barbatos and Luke.

"First you forget me then you lose the symbol of my love for you- next you'll be finding a new devilishly handsome demon to marry!"

Gets pouty. VERY pouty. Expects you to not leave his side at all until you find the ring, which is almost impossible since how could you find it if you don't leave his side?

"Well, then you'll just have to spend eternity stuck to me. I can't have you parading around without a symbol of affection, after all."

Thankfully for you Barbatos comes to the rescue, even if it's many hours later.

By the time Barbs shows up at HOL you've already spent an entire day apologising to Asmo and being by his side every second. He almost didn't let you go to the bathroom alone, claiming its nothing he hasn't seen before.

You had spent so many hours sitting on his lap idly combing your fingers through his hair or drawing random shapes on his chest you were certain you would go crazy.

Asmo didn't even let you check your DDD, which was too bad considering Barbatos messaged you about the ring almost as soon as you reached HOL.

When Barbatos drops by HOL during dinner you can't help but hug him excitedly as you thank him for finding the ring. He casually claims it was never lost in the first place, Barbatos simply set it aside after you removed it so you wouldn't get it dirty while baking.

Asmo seems almost sad to see the ring again since he doesn't have an excuse to keep you by his side anymore, but he gets over his poutyness after you suggest having a sleepover.

Safe to say you did a lot more than sleeping that night.

Beelzebub

Is probably the most calm of them all.

He asks you if you accidentally ate the ring, because he's constantly scared he might end up eating his ring.

You're kind of confused and ask him why he isn't offended or something and Beel just says he knows you would never lose it on purpose.

In fact he helps you try to find the ring so the two of you spend the entire day retracing your footsteps and having a lot of snacks.

By the time you make it back to Beel and Belphie's bedroom, which was the first place you went to help Beel wake up Belphie, you've almost forgotten about the ring.

The day just felt like a fun date with Beel and you found yourself feel grateful for having such an understanding and sweet husband-to-be.

You only remember the ring again when Belphie perks up as the two of you enter the room, suddenly reaching for a shiny object on his bedside table.

"Oh there you are, your ring slipped off this morning, I tried giving it to you earlier but I couldn't find you or Beel."

The three of you end up laughing about the situation, Beel gives Belphie some sushi he bought for him (because you cannot convince me Beel isn't that type of sibling who always gets you food when they go out) and you all just end up having a calm night in.

Maybe a movie night with loads of popcorn.

Belphegor

Looks at you with the most 'are you fucking kidding me' expression ever.

You not only chose to wake up the avatar of sloth in the middle of the day you also did it without giving him any of your usual kisses or hugs and paired that with very VERY bad news.

At this point you might as well run for your life.

The way you shake him awake almost startles Belphie but your nervous mannerisms as you just sit beside him quietly makes him wide awake.

He's now staring at you expectantly and you have no choice but to admit your mistake, which leads to a very annoyed Belphie.

"I expected better from my fiance."

Almost as mean as Lucifer if not more. Depends on how sensitive you are to such things.

Unlike Lucifer he doesn't chastise you too much, instead gives you that 'I'm disappointed in you' silence that makes you want to scream in frustration.

You knew you shouldn't have told him, but you were somewhat hoping Belphie somehow had your ring.

You end up apologising and then scramble out of his bed ready to race out of the attic and restart your ring hunt, but are tugged back by a familiar arm loosely wrapping around your waist.

"Where do you think you're going?" "To find the ring, of course." Belphie scoffs, but lets go of you to instead stand up beside you, this obviously confuses you, making him almost regret leaving his peaceful slumber for you.

"You look like you're going to burst into tears any minute. The chances of you seeing, much less finding, anything are little to none."

He sounds pretty guilty as he says it, making you smile softly as Belphie takes your hand and leads you out the room.

He almost immediately goes to Satan and just asks him to do a spell to find the ring. This not only surprises but also annoys you since you could have done that first and Belphie wouldn't even know the ring was gone.

Ends up being in the attic bathroom, you spent last night with Belphie so when you took your morning shower in his bathroom. You must have forgotten to wear your ring after you were done.

You thank Satan profusely then head back up with Belphie.

He beats you to the bathroom and slips the ring back on your finger, raising your hand to drop a tired peck on your knuckles.

"Don't lose it again." His voice is soft and he pulls you in for a quick hug with his chin resting on your head.

It's clear Belphie feels bad for snapping at you, so you two end up dozing off for the rest of the day.

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ieatkeyboard · 3 months

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What Obey Me brothers do for Valentines day

Note: I have a love-hate relationship with Valentines day but it's a really cute holiday! Hope you guys have fun :] Warnings: Sappy love, fluff

Lucifer: - It's cannon he's been in many relationships so I don't think it's his first rodeo - He cleans up your room while you're at work. Washes your bedding+other laundry, makes your bed and folds your laundry, does some vacuuming. -He doesn't go through your drawers or anything just tries to make it a bit neater so you can come home and not worry about cleaning up - He gets you gifts based on things you like. If you like to make jewellery he'll get a couple kits from a hobby store to make together. If you like comfy clothes, he'll customise a set of pyjamas for you, etc. - He'll jot down notes of things you like all January. He makes sure to ask at the beginning of January what your dream Valentines day activity would be in hopes you forget about it over the month - I feel like he wouldn't ask for what he wants but he enjoys doing things together. He's a bit of a sap so he uses Valentines day to show it more. - I feel like he'd be a sucker for roses. Get him white and red roses with a little note and he'll never forget it. - He might get you some little things on Valentines day if it's on a week day and use the weekend to do more. - He'd love make dinner with you but he has your favourite restaurant on standby in case Beel walks in- - Watching movies together in his room cause his bed is bigger, taking your blankets and pillows into his room cause you're spending the night there. -He tears up a little at the end of the night, when you're sleeping in his arms. He hopes this is the most memorable Valentines day you'll ever have

Mammon: - He's a sap but in the "idk what I'm doing" way - Anything he knows about you leaves his brain - He gets you flowers and chocolate and sprays his cologne on a hoodie for you - He'll probably take you for a drive and show you all his favourite places (Spoiler. It's the places you first met, took your first date at, had all your firsts at) - He'll cry remembering how it started. how you ended up in his life and all the things you've been through - He takes you through a drive through and you eat in the parking lot. He has your shared playlist playing quietly in the background while you both talk about your days and your memories together - I feel like he wouldn't need anything. He just wants you - But if you got him a new sweater or watch he was looking at, he'd be extremely happy. - I also feel like he likes sunflowers

Leviathan: - He's never had a Valentine before, he also would be too scared to ask - He'd slip a note under your bedroom door that says "Wanna be my Valentine?" and when you agree he gets really happy but also nervous that you're kidding or are doing it out of pity - After much reassurance you set up plans together - You guys watch your favourite anime together, build the anime figurines Levi's been putting off together, play games, order food - You probably sneak out later to go walk to a convenience store to get snacks and drinks and go fuck around at a park - I think he'd buy your snacks for you and pick up a stuffy for you - He isn't overly sure what you like in the flowers and such department but he tries - I feel like he isn't a big flower person tbh

Satan: - Romantic slut man - He makes you a goody bag. He writes a love letter with references to the books you've read together, makes a kiss print sweater like the ones on tiktok (Got the idea from Asmo sending him stuff of what to do for you), got you the snacks you like, a gift card to the places you like and a lamb stuffy that reminds him of you - He likes lavender for sure - I feel like getting him a nice lavender room spray to help him relax while he reads, a cat stuffy, the book he's been dying to read but is always in use at the library and a new blanket would be perfect for him (I am absolutely projecting, and what) - Making a blanket for with him and watching the movie adaptations to the books you like is everything. Go to a cat cafe to get lunch before going shopping and putting the gift card he got you to use

Asmo: - Oh lordy lord - Bath bomb, rose petals, wine, your favourite show, the kiss print sweater but I feel like he'd do matching pants (You'll NEVER guess where he put the kisses!!!*REAL* *NOT CLICKBAIT*), spa day, a cute lunch and dinner date, SO MANY PICTURES - He wants to spoil you. Give you everything romantic he could possibly think of - He likes lilies. lilys? Idfk you get the idea - He also would love to make stuff together! I also feel like Asmo draws up a little map of all the places you had your firsts and put little Polaroid pictures of those days next to the spots - Taking him shopping and getting to go home, do a little fashion show, try all the new makeup he got one each other, make the teddy bear you got him smell like you, get him new blankets/candles/decorations for his room. He'd be so happy - I feel like as much as Valentines day is the day of love and he'd flirt a lot, he'd keep sex out of the plans (Unless you want it but than after the fact he'll complain about needing to catch up on the other plans he made lol) - He loves you for so much more than your body and especially cause he's the Avatar of lust he want to prove it's not just his sin getting in the way

Beel: - He gets you comfy clothes, snacks, and other stuff you like! If you have your ears pierced or have other piercings he'll get you cute jewellery, get you a necklace to match. If you like cats, he'll get you a sweater with cat ears and a cat stuffy - He worries about getting you flowers because if they smell good he'll want to eat them- - On the note he for sure likes edible flowers like hibiscus, rose, lavender and chamomile. I'd recommend getting him flowers in the way of getting flower flavoured things - He would appreciate ordering food from all the places you've been on dates so you can have a trip down memory lane while eating (He absolutely asked Asmo for that idea) - I feel like he'd ask his brothers and your friends for ideas cause as much as he knows you, you probably admit to like different or more stuff with friends - He asks you to show him all your favourite movies, current and childhood. He wants to know how you became the amazing person he fell in love with - He wouldn't want much for Valentines day. Candy and like I said, flower flavoured things would be enough for him. If you get him anything else please do not make it food related he will chew on it. Getting him new clothes and stuff based off his movie would make him really happy

Belphie: - Blanket, both of the fluffy and weighted variety. Cow stuffy. New sweater. -I would try and steer clear of stuff to make him sleep harder but he's a comfy kinda guy so it's hard - Star themed pyjamas and hair clips. Or bleaching his favourite constellations on a black hoodie. He'll wear it everywhere - I feel like he'd like white roses and dahlias - His ideal date would be getting food, going to the planetarium and talking, listening to music, looking at the stars, etc. And than going home and napping with his new blanket and in his new pyjamas. - He'd get you snacks, a hoodie and shorts that are your favourite colour, get you a new pillow that he'd test out first to make sure it was comfy. - And ofc he'd get you stuff you like. Your favourite perfume, stuff based on movies/shows/anime you like. - He'd get a little sappy and tell you he's so glad your still with him. That you're his

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me belphegor #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me leviathan #lucifer fluff #mammon fluff #leviathan fluff #satan fluff #asmodeus fluff #beelzebub fluff #belphegor fluff #valentines day #RatwRitesThings

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saetoru · 2 years

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obey me boys when they expect a kiss from you as a greeting but you decide to tease them and “forget”

𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐄 + 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒

includes: lucifer, mammon, satan, asmodeus, belphegor

notes: this is my first time writing for everyone except mammon so be nice SOBS

✰ 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑 smiles as he plants a soft kiss to your forehead, patiently waiting for you to press one to his jaw in return like usual. he frowns a little when you seem to forget, skipping to happily rambling about your day as you lean your cheek against his arm and hug it. “luci, you’re not listening to me,” you pout, tugging gently at his hand and making him turn his attention to you. you fight back a grin at the sight of his lips curled into a frown—as close to a pout as you’ll get from someone like him. “i believe you’re forgetting something,” he mutters quietly, cheeks dusting over with a soft blush as he clears his throat. feigning innocence, you tilt your head, looking at him in faux confusion. “am i? is it important?” he huffs, glaring at you softly before gently tugging his arm free of your grasp, crossing his arms as he stares at you expectantly. “yes. it’s quite important, actually.” giggling, you lean in and press scattered kisses across his jaw and cheeks, making his face burn a darker shade as he rolls his eyes and grumbles. “if you wanted a kiss, you could’ve just asked, you know,” you tease. “for a human, you’re rather bold,” he glares, but his eyes are soft, and he lets you latch onto his arm once more as you continue speaking.

✰ 𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍 grins as he sees you approaching, subtly turning his cheek and getting ready for your usual onslaught of kisses across his face—except you simply sit down next to him, mumbling a soft greeting before scrolling through your phone. pouting, he lets out a loud sigh, hoping you’ll notice, slumping and fighting back a whine when you don’t seem to. “ya know, i had a rough day today,” he mumbles, “worst ya could imagine. don’t know if i’ll make it.” you hum, fighting back a smirk as you glance at him with a sympathetic pout. “you poor thing. how awful.” finally, he whines, wrapping his arms around you and digging his face into your neck, pulling you close as he pouts deeper. “where’re my kisses? don’t tell me ya forgot, how could ya? no one forgets about me, ‘m too important. you gotta kiss me now or i’ll never have a good day again.” giggling, you pull his face away from the crook of your neck, cupping his cheeks and rubbing the skin with your thumb as you leave soft pecks along his jaw before meeting his lips in a slow, sweet kiss. “there, now you’ll never have a bad day again,” you murmur, planting small pecks across his cheeks as they flush a dark shade of red.

✰ 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍 is grumpy—which isn’t particularly new for him, but he’s grumpy with you, and that doesn’t happen very often. you bite your lip to keep from bursting out into giggles, poking his cheek as he (gently) swats your hand away and keeps reading—although he’s been rereading the same page for the last few minutes. “satan, what’s wrong,” you press, voice almost singing as he glares at you from the corner of his eyes. “well, if you can’t tell, then forget it,” he grunts, stiffening as you wrap your arms around him and tuck yourself against his side on the couch. “stop being a grouch and just tell me,” you giggle, reaching to pinch his cheek. with a deep sigh, he sets his book down, pulling away and crossing his arms to turn to look at you with a scowl. “think deeper,” he grumbles, “you forgot something.” you can’t help but smile at the way his lips are curled and his eyes linger on your own lips, clouded with doubt as he waits impatiently for what he wants. leaning in, you press a delicate kiss to the tip of his nose, making his cheeks flush and his breath hitch before you peck his lips. “don’t worry, i could never forget that,” you murmur, brushing a few loose strands of hair from his forehead and watching as the doubt fades from his features.

✰ 𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐒 pouts instantly when you skip the most important step—pressing a sweet kiss to his lips every time you see him. he gasps and tugs you back as you move to pull away from the hug, staring at you in shock. “you can’t let go before giving me a kiss. don’t you want to kiss me?” giggling, you lean in, pecking the corners of his mouth before kissing him briefly, pulling away and smoothing back his hair as you smile. “guess i forgot,” you tease, poking his lip as it juts out once more at your words. “forget? forget to kiss me? that should be the first thing on your mind,” he insists, making you shake your head in amusement. your fingers thread themselves into his locks, gently scratching at his scalp as you press a few more short pecks to his cheeks. “i’m joking, i could never forget giving you a kiss, it’s the best part of my day.” beaming, he nods in agreement, sighing in content as you continue to play with his soft strands, pulling you closer as his arms tighten their grasp on you. “of course it is. kissing someone this beautiful would be my favorite too,” he winks before pressing his own lips to your forehead with a smile, “this is the best part of my day too.”

✰ 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑 feels your body slide next to his under the covers, instantly wrapping an arm around you and pulling you flush against his chest. this should be the part where you press a firm kiss to his lips as you say good morning, maybe even his cheeks if you’re feeling extra affectionate, but there’s nothing. cracking an eye open, he frowns, staring at you as you tuck your head under his chin. “morning,” he mumbles, voice still sleep hazed as you hum in response. “morning, belphie.” he pouts to himself when your fingers thread through his hair—even though you still haven’t offered him a good morning kiss yet, making him grumble as he pulls away and stares at you with furrowed brows. “i said good morning,” he repeats, making you quirk a brow in amusement. “i’m pretty sure i said good morning back—” he cuts you off, huffing as he rolls away from you to lay at the edge of his mattress, making you chuckle quietly. “not properly,” he mutters. laughing, you roll over, moving to hover over him and plant kisses across his face before leaving a lingering peck to his lips and cupping his cheek softly. “there, that should be proper enough.”

i love mammon i want to spoil him rotten thank you and goodnight

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loveydovey-leviathan · 1 year

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> reposted from my personal account @mee-op

belphie has the softest cheeks ever. like marshmallows. makes you wanna bite them.

x gn!reader

warnings: slightly ooc belphie (he's kind of a tsundere here)

"stop it..." belphie grumbles, but he makes no effort whatsoever to push you away.

"you can't have the softest cheeks known to human civilisation and expect me not to squeeze and pinch them, y'know," you tease, still gently playing with the sides of his face.

"you bit me,"

"no regrets. tasted like marshmallows,"

"ugh..."

for all his whining and groaning. he's absolutely revelling in the attention you're giving him. ever since you found out how fluffy his cheeks were, you would squeeze them every time you were in the vicinity. not to mention the constant jealous glances he's given by his brothers— to which he responds with a smug smirk that they want to wipe off his face.

so imagine his disdain when you suddenly stop, "hmmm... alright then,"

"what-" he starts to complain before he's interrupted by your cocky grin that tells him all he needs to know.

"you wanted me to stop, right? then i'll stop,"

"i mean, you don't have to," trying to explain without contradicting himself.

"relax, belphie," you chuckle, "it's not like i'm gonna stop hanging out with you,"

but he knows it's not going to be the same without your poking and squeezing and kissing (and sometimes biting). he knows he's going to miss you gushing over his soft skin and how you don't do it to anybody else but him. and most of all; he knows you know. and he knows you're only doing this to get a reaction out of him and despite every brain cell inside his head telling him to just let it go and that it doesn't particularly mean anything, it's working. his face is flushed and he's starting to stutter, trying to convince you to continue without embarrassing himself.

and in the back of his head, he knows the only way to make you continue is to outright admit it. always getting what you want in some way or another.

his thoughts are interrupted yet again by your voice.

"something the matter?" you're a wolf in sheep's clothing, you have to be with that stupid, smug, pretty grin on your stupid, smug, pretty face.

"....i don't want you to stop,"

"hmm? what was that?" you ask, leaning in closer.

"ugh.... i hate you.." he grumbles, face still red as he looks away from you.

"really? you sure that's what you said?"

he might explode at this rate, and he briefly wonders if luke is right and that you're spending too much time with demons.

at this rate, it's honestly better to just admit what he's thinking if it meant you would stop.

"i said i didn't want you to stop," he mumbles, but loud and clear enough for you to hear.

you give him one of your proud looks, the one you make when you finally get what you want. "see? was that so hard?"

he shoves his face in his pillow, hiding his groans of annoyance.

"alright, alright. i'll stop. c'mere," you gesture towards your lap, aka one of his favourite pillows in all 3 realms.

after all your teasing, you still want belphie to make the effort to crawl onto your lap. he will, of course, but still.

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garoujo · 2 years

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 — 𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐄

feat : lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeous, beelzebub + belphegor.

warnings : none really, just kisses and needy demon boys <3

note : sob i wanna write more obey me hcs but the fact there’s 7 of them makes me brain bleed </3 i swear there’s more cute hcs coming tho !!!

・✶ ｡ﾟLUCIFER

you’d met the eldest demon brother in the hallway after breakfast, the corners of his lips quirking up into a softer sort of smile when he notices you approaching him eagerly, arms that were previously crossed over his chest falling by his side. “good morning, did you sleep well, love?” lucifer hums, one of his gloved hands reaching to rest along your waist immediately as he guides you into your place at his side before he leans in, but his expression drops slightly when you dodge his advances—pulling a frown from the dark haired brother. “is everything okay?” he hums, trying to pretend he’s not bothered by you rejecting him as his fingers smooth along your skin, an almost soothing gesture just incase he’s made you uncomfortable in any way with his advances. “everything is fine, luci—“ you grin and you feel him squeeze at your side slightly before he huffs, his patience and lack of attention finally showing as he begins to fidget a little, looking around the hallway before his next words. “are you deliberately neglecting me of my kiss?” lucifer groans, barely audible while pink dusts his cheeks and you feel something bloom in your chest at how cute he looks before you finally give in, leaning into meet his lips finally “hmph, that’s more like it.”

・✶ ｡ﾟMAMMON

you were both watching a movie on the couch when you decided you would mess with him a little, nuzzling yourself closer into mammon’s side because you know the second eldest wouldn’t be able to resist leaning in for a kiss and getting more affection from you. “ya alright, baby? ya sure do look comfortable, ya should be thankin’ me.” the silver haired demon grins, turning to look at you before he lets his arm that was previously resting on the back of the couch fall to rest on your shoulder instead. it’s almost immediate the way he leans in—pink dusting his cheeks and lips still stretched into a grin, until you pull away and a pout replaces it almost immediately, brows pulling into a frown as he tries to remain unphased, even though he’s almost choking on a gasp. “d-dunno why ya were actin’ like i was gonna kiss ya or somethin’, j-just thought i seen somethin’ on your shoulder, t-that’s all it was, i swear!” mammon grumbles through his pouty lips, his ego a little bruised at the thought of you rejecting him. but you eventually feel bad when he continues to whine and sigh dramatically, causing you to lean in and steal a quick kiss before he immediately pulls you back in for another, messier one, his next words a mix of breathless and relieved when they’re spoken against your lips, pressing you against his chest. “t-took ya long enough—you’ve got some nerve stealin’ kisses from the mammon, i could still eat ya as payback, ya know!”

・✶ ｡ﾟLEVIATHAN

you were sitting in his room while he played games on his console, pressing slightly into his side as your head rests against his shoulder—levi’s attention immediately turning to you when he feels you fidget beside him. “h-hey, you’re not leaving yet, right?” the purple haired brother grunts, side eyeing you as his fingers continue to tap away at his controller like it’s second nature to him. “no, i’m just getting comfortable.” you reply, deliberately trying to meet his gaze as you watch the warm shade of pink bloom along his cheeks when you finally succeed. you watch him gulp, eyes not so discreetly darting from your lips to your gaze before he leans in slowly—blush only growing deeper the closer you get until you pull away and he snaps his head away immediately. “uh, s-sorry! i got distracted, p-pretend that didn’t happen.” levi grumbles, resuming his game despite the fact he seems to be doing a whole lot worse now than he was a few seconds ago, lips in a tight pout and you can tell he’s probably going through your ‘rejection’ a few too many times in his head —until you finally smear a kiss along his cheek and he gasps. “w-what was that for? oh no, could you tell i needed attention? m-maybe we should watch anime instead, im—uh, b-bored.”

・✶ ｡ﾟSATAN

he’d been out with his brothers and you’d text him to let him know you were waiting in his room for him to return—mostly just to pull this prank of him. but you still find yourself perking up slightly when you hear the door to his room sound, satan’s figure entering a few seconds later with one of his more gentle smiles before he shrugs off his jacket, hanging it up and approaching you, pulling you expectantly into his arms with a content sort of sigh after. “thank you for waiting, sweetheart.” he hums, voice like a drunken prayer when he looks at you, allowing his palm to rest against your cheek before he’s leaning in a few seconds later, excited to finally feel your lips against his considering he’s been fantasising about it since he left—not that he’d ever tell you that. so you can imagine his distaste when you dodge his advances, pulling a tsk from the blonde haired demon before he keeps the silence between you both for a few moments. “are you trying to tease me? because i kept you waiting?” satan grumbles finally, almost ignoring the growing blush on his cheeks when his fingers move to tighten around your jaw and he’s tilting your face to meet his, his lips ghosting yours as he growls “please know, i missed you today.” into the next, almost tender kiss.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ ASMODEOUS

you’d both spent most of the day in his room, cuddling in his silky sheets and sharing giggly kisses between movies and his rambling, but you thought his reaction would definitely be worth it when the idea came to your mind. waiting until asmo returns from his bathroom break and falls next to you with a sultry glint in his eye before he leans in for a kiss with a smooth “did you get lonely without me?” almost turning to stone when you dodge his lips immediately. “did.. did you just reject me? hmph, you don’t have to be shy, oh wait—are you teasing me? so cute, i’ll play along with your little games.” asmo hums, shooting you a wink and you’re almost in disbelief at his reaction because ofcourse he would never think you’d actually reject him. but instead you feel his delicate fingers smooth along your waist, his eyes still locked on yours while an almost teasing, dreamy smile sits on his lips and he leans in again, the sudden heavy atmosphere in the room causing you to meet his lips this time and he coos, his tone almost lifting to a whine at his last words. “see? i knew you couldn’t resist me. but don’t do that again, okay!”

・✶ ｡ﾟ BEELZEBUB

it had been a while since you’d seen the red haired demon, finding yourself suddenly gravitating towards the kitchen to seek out beel, a little bored and deciding to prank your boyfriend for means of entertainment. “beel?” you call, finding the looming demon’s huge body crouching by the fridge before he immediately turns at the sound of your voice, giddy smile on his lips as he ushers you over—standing to full height as he pulls you closer to him. “do you want to eat with me?” he hums, voice smooth as he watches you nod out a yes but when he leans in to kiss you in return you can’t help but lean away, watching the second youngest demons cheeks puff out into a pout at the action almost immediately, and you’re pretty sure you hear him whine quietly under his breath. “i’m hungry.” beel eventually grunts after a few seconds of silence and you almost sigh thinking he’d just skip over your ‘rejection’ until you look up to meet the almost hungry look in the violet eyes staring back at you. “well we’re gonna eat right?” you hum, dreamy, and beel’s broad chest expands with a breath before he leans in again “not now—i want something else.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ BELPHEGOR

you both regularly had nap dates, just enjoying each others presence and scrolling through your DDDs as you lay wrapped in eachother— you were just feeling a little annoying tbh. so when you felt belphie shuffle a little closer to you when he was showing you something, eyes flickering to yours momentarily— you knew he was going to lean in, stifling a smirk when you pull away slightly. he almost doesn’t react, except from the slight scrunching of his brows in confusion before he clears his throat and turns his attention back to his phone. it’s only a few moments later before you feel him nuzzle into your slightly, feeling him place a few chaste kisses against your shoulder and neck instead, before his lips move against the skin— voice gravely with sleep while his fingers trace almost soothing circles into your skin “you okay?” belphie hums, a little curious if you’re mad without giving away the fact that he just wants to kiss you, disguising it as just a regular check in. “yeah i’m fine.” “you sure?” he pulls back a little, looking at you for any signs of discomfort before his hand moves to gently rest against the back of your neck, finally leaning in for another kiss, and this time you let him.

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belphegorey · 4 days

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⌜constellations, belphegor⌟ ⎯ he was a tsundere, but he was your tsundere ⎯ gn!reader x belphegor ⎯ no warnings just fluff with a little smut

The constellations hidden behind the haze of sleep were some of the most beautiful stars you had seen. The skies he hid in the darkness of his eyes were magnetic, even as your brain drifted into the slow wonderland he created, all you could think of was how stunning they were. You rested your head along his chest, your nail — painted in the same blue — tracing up and down his tail, that was wrapped softly around you.

You were sure that he was at least partially awake. It wouldn’t be uncommon for you to find Belphegor fast asleep though his eyes were open, but you could feel the haze of sloth creep into your veins. A feat he could only, unconsciously, create while awake. His tail coiled tighter and mischevious my flicked your finger, only to demand more scratches a moment later.

Just as much as a tsundere as the demon you half laid on. It was a shame not many could see the peacefulness behind his pain. Not even you had at first. You snuggled into his chest as his tail gently wrapped around your forearm. His breathing was the sweetest rhythm, every thump of his heart beneath your ear sang the words of a beautiful lullaby. He had allowed you to search through him all that time ago, showed you the parts that was only for those he truly loved.

Belphegor showed you himself and you would forever be thankful.

“You’re being loud,” his sleep-drunk voice stirred your mind and you admired the constellations. The twin stars, what was Belphie’s and Beel’s that also belonged to you in spirit, sparkled in the endless night. You had never managed to find those stars in the human world, but that had no matter, because you always found them within Belphegor’s eyes.

Slowly, you turned your head to face him. Moving felt like swimming through an ocean of honey. Your body was heavy and the urge to sink into the warm embrace of sleep was constant. His heart’s singing rocked you toward the unconscious valley�� you shook your head of the daze. He was being purposeful that time. “I haven’t said a word.”

His hand lifted into the air and his beautiful fingers caressed your forehead before sliding to hold your cheek. “Your mind. We can’t sleep if it’s constantly speaking.” His hand was cold, not to the point you felt frozen, but rather a nice chill that you nuzzled toward. Only you got to see this side of Belphegor, not even his twin could witness such a side, though he was a close second.

That was your Belphegor. Not the monster that people thought of him and feared — the one you had once pictured him to be. Your Belphie was a romantic with a fascination toward astronomy. Someone who loved his family so much even though he constantly attempted to prank the eldest brother. The demon who always thought of the little things to help his loved ones because he just thought it would make them smile.

His eyes opened just a bit wider and you smiled at the reflection of the twin stars. He was a moon, you decided. So often was the moon overlooked for the sun, but it never cared, the moon would always be there to protect the world and illuminate its nights. “You’re still doing it,” his thumb swiped at your cheekbone and his tail uncoiled from your arm, only to hold you tighter by the torso. Your Belphie did love hugs, especially ones that would open for or round off as encore for a nap. “How do you ever get a moment of peace when that thing is always screaming?”

You were unsure if he knew your thinking sue to his nature or because of his knowledge of you. Many had told you that when focused enough, Belphegor could see through the thoughts in a mind, especially when unconscious. Yet, Belphie never admitted it to you himself, instead he would always give you a coy smile and keep it secret. You liked to believe it was both.

“The only thing my mind is saying right now are things about you,” his chest rose and fell under his rhythmic breathing, like he were asleep. His body must still be in that state despite the moving of his plush lips. You admired him in your daze, the constellations continued to sparkle in his sky.

Even when his face turned to a slow, if cheeky, grin, the stars and moon in his eyes were brighter than the sun could ever be. “That’s never a good thing. Have I forgotten something again?”

“Far from it,” you leaned toward him and kissed him gently. He softly joined in with your gesture, his hand still splayed along your cheek and holding you as though you were glass. To him, perhaps you were. It didn’t worry you as much as it would for another. To him, you were precious and irreplaceable, something he had fought for and grown with, “I just couldn’t stop thinking about how much I adore you.”

The gentlest of blushes painted along his cheeks. You almost missed the display, but the faint vermilion along his pale skin had your heart flutter. He wasn’t the best at receiving praise, but the reactions were always something you loved. “Silly thoughts you have,” the soft haze of drowsiness continued to dissipate in his eyes, and his long lashes properly rose as his eyes widened to their usual size. You smiled at him as he continued to wake the rest of his body, holding his head in your hands. Tufts of his hair passed through your fingers, completely utterly soft. Asmodeus must have given him another treatment while he was asleep. “But I have them too. So, it’s nice that it’s reciprocated.”

You giggled at his behaviour. Only Belphegor (and perhaps Mammon, but he was far more obvious) would take the complicated route in admitting his emotions. It was no mind, you knew what his heart was saying through fumbled words. “Mutual attraction,” you kissed the tip of his nose and the rosy hue on his cheeks returned. A few faint freckles bolded behind the blush, their silent pattern was just like the constellations above. You could spot his star, that he had given to you, just beside the bridge of his nose, “maybe we should start dating then?”

He played along to your game. Despite the necklace around your neck, a gift for your six month anniversary, Belphegor sighed with false disappointment. His hands went to your hips and sat you up, though your body still slanted to be against his only slightly. “I already have a partner. Don’t be too jealous.”

You couldn’t control the proud smile that blossomed on your face. Even in the scenario you both played, there was something so mind-melting about hearing him outright say he had someone. He was not single. He was yours in more ways that one. “Lucky bitch.”

“No, I’m the lucky one,” he properly sat up for a mere moment but he quickly changed stances for you both. Soft lips pressed against the pulse point of your neck and he softly pushed you down until your back met the carpet on the floor. The Devildom moon sparkled above the conservatory roof and you moved your hands around his neck, locking your fingers behind them. Sharp fangs grazed your skin gently and your breathing stuttered for a moment beneath his strength. You often forgot that he was one of the strongest demons in the Devildom for a reason — not just the sleepy man you loved. “So many demons… and yet I was the one that was deemed worthy. All my life will be spent trying to truly earn that love I was unjustly given.”

He spoke like poetry. His touch acted like the feathered quill that penned the words. Your skin was his parchment. The fingers that once held your hips slowly moved down the material of your (his, if you were honest, though it did belong to Beel before him) shirt. Never had you felt so smart for not wearing pants, the shirt did act as a long enough outfit. His hand cupped your panties, pressed the material against you and spreading wet slick along it.

You shuddered against his touch and moved your hand to fist at the carpet beneath your back. Soft, it remained sturdy in your tight grip while Belphegor grinned against you. “You must not be seeing the same things as everyone else,” a finger dipped beneath the soaked underwear and against your cunt. You pulled in the carpet as he slowly pushed the finger inside of you, already having you clench around his touch. It was so easy to forget how good his fingers felt. They didn’t look big but whenever you felt them in your cunt it was as though they had doubled in size. Sweetly, he kissed your neck and trailed upward to your jaw. “If only you could see yourself from my eyes.”

“I could be the best thing in all the three words and I would still never be half the man you deserve.” His fangs grazed your jaw as he spoke, you pressed your chest up against him in result. Another finger joined in with thrusting softly inside you. The pace was slow and deliberate — much like Belphegor himself — but he reached deep within you. You could hear the wet squelch whenever his fingers reached the final knuckle and his palm was flat against you. “But, I will always love you more than anyone else could.”

Your eyelids fluttered as your eyes rolled backward. His pace sped up only the slightest bit, and yet it was as though he had began a sprint. Your hips pressed to him with a roll and you tugged in the carpet again for stability. It was so unlike him to speak so bluntly regarding his emotions. Even with the self hatred he began it with, your heart fluttered. You knew that his emotional words were only for your ears, no one else could get him to speak so honestly about his heart. “I love you too, Belphie.”

Through your deep inhale and the clenching of your cunt around him, he managed to pull his fingers out with a slick wet noise that made you cringe. Belphegor lifted his head and cleaned the fingers of your need, never looking away from your eyes the entire time. His eyes were slightly droopy, as usual, and the red blush still burned on his skin — the constellations on his nose seemed far brighter in comparison.

When he went to push down his sweatpants, you took the chance to kiss him. You leaned up, your thighs together rubbed stray desire against your skin, and locked your lips together before his brain could process it. The taste was slightly sour from his fingers but you moaned regardless, your hands joined together behind his neck while he pushed down his pants. You felt his erection against your stomach, prominent veins and pointed tip making your mind drool in need.

His tail went around your waist and pulled you closer, until you ultimately went into his lap. His cock ran along your slick cunt and he hissed into your kiss. You smiled and puked away, gently biting his bottom lip before nuzzling into his shoulder. “Please, Belphie,” your hand trailed down his chest to his cock. Lazily, you rubbed your hand along his shaft, feeling it twitch as drops of precum slipped away. You took the moment to line him up with your cunt, his tip just barely inside of you, “fill me up?”

You kissed his neck, against the vein that never seemed to hide since you had known him. He nod was slow and distracted, a soft sweat built on his forehead, but you submitted to his control as Belphegor helped you to slide down his cock. The stretch made you groan in desire, your teeth gently nibbled on him to distract from the roaring need inside you. It hadn’t even been that long since you’d last had sex, but you always had to take time to adjust to him. At first he had not shut up about it, you were sure if Asmo had to listen to him brag one more time that you would wake up to nudes for comparison. “So cute like this,” his tail grew tighter around you as you felt him continue to slide inside you. How was he so big? You bit his neck again, it would act as another memento for him to brag about come morning. “Anything for you.”

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mee-op · 11 months

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ugskjnkenjh cuddling with belphie by the fireplace everybody >> he's basically clinging to you like a lifeline, his arms are around your waist and cheeks smushed against your stomach. occasionally, he shifts and nuzzles his face across your midsection-- you're both wrapped in a bunch of blankets and pillows, he's purring and also the cutest demon ever.

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incorrecttom · 1 year

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affection.

BELPHIE would never admit that he loved affection - yes on some occasions he would get a lot possessive of you. That's true, but that stems from the fact that he did not have an exposure to such emotions until he met you.

He loved the way you would squeeze his hand, to reassure him that everything would be fine, that you'd be there, that it was not his fault. He loved it when you wiped his tears, the tears he never shows to people.

The times when you sing him songs, love songs or soothing ones, it does not matter. It calms him. The intimacy.

Even more that he loved was your smile, the secret glances. The smiles you'd exchange with him. It was like you taught him a secret language which he and you were aware of.

The best was when one would have a bad day and the later comforted the other by embracing each other or snuggling on to your blankets as you spoke. Hands intertwined together.

It made him feel things he never experienced. It made him let him live in the moment with you forever, to be this close to you.

And that's why he's so scared to lose you, to lose you is to lose a part of him. To lose you would break him and that's why he's so protective. He can't imagine a day without you, a day without his hope, his sunshine.

Some times he wonders would you always be this close?

That did not matter as he will have memories of you to cherish but for now, he'd like to keep you to himself.

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angelltheninth · 3 months

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Making a Pillow Fort with Belphegor

Pairing: Belphegor x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, cuddles, literal sleeping together, pillow fight

A/N: I used to do build pillow forts with my friends a lot when I was a kid. Kinda miss doing that.

If he's gonna stay in his bedroom all day then you at least have to make it fun

Was about to complain about you suddenly taking all his best pillows and blankets until he noticed how you're arraigning them

Belphegor has never thought of building a pillow fort before, seemed like too much work all by himself when he could sleep in his comfy bed instead

Although he can see the benefits here, it's warm and cozy, almost intimate when you actually enter and find yourselves close together

He didn't notice until now that you've brought your own pillows too

A mix of both of you, maybe not the last thing you'll make together

The next fort needs to be even bigger he decides, one where you can watch movies in, or do your homework together, a even more private spot just for the two of you

Hidden away from the rest of the world he almost feels like there's a weight lifted off his shoulders

There's no need for him to try to be something or someone he's not

If all he wants is to cuddle up and sleep next to you then by all means he can do it and won't scold him for being tired because you know he can work hard when he wants to

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lou-struck · 1 year

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In The Middle of the Night Pt 2

Part 2 Featuring: Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, and Belphegor

Part 1

Part 3

-After falling asleep in their arms, you realize that they don't want to let you go.

Satan~

You fell asleep before he did that night, it’s enterprising though. Satan prefers to read until the early hours of the morning.

When you wake up you see that his bedroom lamp is still dimly on. Much like a cat, Satan doesn’t need much light to be able to read At night.

When you roll over you see that he is still sitting up in bed, but the book he was reading is still open on his lap. With one hand holding yours, the other hangs limply at his side. His gorgeous green eyes are shut and his head rests against the headboard in a very uncomfortable sleeping position.

Knowing that if he continues to sleep like this his neck will hurt badly in the morning, you place a bookmark in his book and place it on the side table. You click off the light and gently guide him onto the pillow.

Doing this though you end up letting go of his hand.

He sits up quickly, destroying any of the progress that you had made earlier. His eyes look almost angry as he scans a room trying to figure out why you let go of him.

You have to gently tell him that you were just getting him more comfortable and he gives you a peaceful smile and settles back into the sheets. This time however it’s not just his hand that’s holding you it’s all of him. His hands needed to your skin like he’s a cat and it lulls you to sleep.

Asmodeus~

Even when asleep, Asmodeus is just as clingy as ever. His limbs are wrapped tightly around your own and his fingers hold yours gently.

His pillow has been long forgotten in favor of sharing yours. Everything is so warm, and blissful, and the scent of his nighttime skin routine smells so good. you’re usually able to spend the entire night in his arms without consciousness even crossing your mind.

But tonight, you had one too many glasses of Demoneus, and you have to go to the bathroom… Badly.

And so you begin to unravel yourself from the warm and comforting embrace of the Avatar of Lust. It’s quite a task, his grip while soft is determined. He doesn’t want to let you go too easily.

After an embarrassing amount of time, you finally get free of his grip. You have to pee so badly that you swear you’re seeing yellow in the corner of your eyes. But as you turn around you hear a sleepy little cry.

Asmo, still half asleep is sitting up in bed, his light orange eyes are out of focus and teary, but he looks at you were such a heartbroken expression you want to be the one to cry.

“Please don’t leave me Mc…” He mumbles.

Beelzebub~

You’ve become used to missing Beel’s warmth at night. Is midnight cravings get the best of him and he wanders down into the kitchen. Leaving you safely tucked away in his sheets.

He has stopped eating snacks in bed since the cramps get everywhere and it becomes quite uncomfortable to sleep on.

His midnight snack sessions however are unpredictable, he could be down there for hours or just a few minutes depending on what’s in the fridge.

But it gets cold without him. So cold you feel like you need to go back to your room and grab something a bit warmer for you to change into.

unbeknownst to you, feels midnight snack went by very quickly. And when he came back to his room his big heart hurt when he saw that you weren’t in the bed waiting for him.

He misses you too much, with a frown on his face he prepares to walk back down the hallway toward your room asking you if you could come back.

When he finds you in your doorway, his big hand takes you now and he looks at you is purple eyes full of need.

“ Please come back with me MC, I don’t wanna go to sleep without you.“

Belphegor~

There aren’t many things that can pull Belphie from his slumber. It is his favorite thing to do and if left unchecked he could sleep for days on end.

So when you do fall asleep in his arms you don't feel too bad about getting up in the middle of the night for a glass of water.

So as long as you make it back before he knows you are gone.

You’ve only been in the Devildom for a little bit, but you know that waking up the Avatar of Sloth is a huge no-no.

Thinking that you’ll be quick, you head down to the kitchen to grab yourself a nice cold glass of water to soothe your parched throat.

You don’t realize that as you sip your glass of water, an uncomfortable coldness is washing over his dreaming psyche.

It’s so uncomfortable that he wakes up and is surprised to see that this chill is coming from you not being next to him.

With a huff, he sits up in bed with his arms crossed ready to whine to you about how cruel it is that you leave him when you know how happy he feels when you sleep next to him.

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amaya-writes · 1 year

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Pillow Talk And Confessions Of Love

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

warnings: n/a just fluff

characters involved: Belphegor

gender-neutral reader, you/yours

"Belphie."

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

"I can't sleep."

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

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

"Just- sleep, baby."

"Oh, how insightful."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I-"

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

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

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

"I love you, Belphie."

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

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scorchingbread · 8 months

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Belphegor HC: Bath time ☁️

Cw: I don't think there's any please let me know if there's smth I should add!

Gn!mc (no gender is stated) x Belphegor, this could be platonic or romantic. Relationship status isn't stated, so whatever you want or are more comfy with.

Honestly I headcanon that you have to "drag" (he would fake fight this cause he's ready to be pampered) Belphie to take a bath, and that you have to wash his hair and etc for him because "why would I want to do that when it feels so good when you do?" Which is 50% him telling the truth, the other half is his laziness.

Also that you noticed his demon for was pretty unkempt and asked him if he ever clean his tail or horns and he was like "am I suppose to??" leading to your utter horror forcing him in the bath so you can clean his poor tail and horns.

I picture this going one of two ways. The first is he really likes how it feels, and the second is like fighting a cat that got dirty to be washed in the tub. Like literally shivering, in the corner, trying to hold his tail. But then, right after being done he's baffled and in awe about how nice his tail and horns feel/look. He didn't even know that his horns weren't supposed to be matte and could actually shine, and he never realized how uncomfortable it was before and feels like he could take a nice comfy nap from how good he feels after :)

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sheepiemc · 7 months

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Seven Stupid Reasons to Summon a Demon

Reason #7: can't sleep

You wake with a start.

The first thing you register is the sound of blood rushing in your ears. Your heart is beating wildly and you don’t know what happened or where you are. It's not an unfamiliar feeling but it has been quite a while since you felt this way. Your breathing is shallow, no matter how hard you try, you can't take in enough air. You press a hand to your chest as if that will calm it down.

You take in a deep breath… and release it slowly…

It was just a dream — of course it was. That would never happen in real life… at least, you hope it wouldn’t. You take one final deep breath and sigh.

You look at the clock: 3:47 a.m.

Your cat stares at you from the windowsill, eyes reflecting green and gold back at you. He hops down from the sill and crawls into your lap. You give him a scratch under his chin, just like you know he likes.

You hate when this happens.

It’s so hard for you to fall asleep when you’ve been woken up. You’ve been working all week and today was your first full day off in a long time. Normally, you would just resign yourself to your fate and get up — do something, anything — instead of lying awake in bed. But this time, you were determined to go back to sleep. You‘ve earned it, dammit!

You flop back onto the pillows. You take a deep breath and close your eyes. You try “counting sheep” but you never make it past 30 before you get confused and start imagining things other than sheep. Or asking questions like, why do we count sheep in the first place? Could’ve been frogs or elephants, even! Why sheep? Who decided sheep were associated with sleep anyway?

See, now your mind is racing with questions.

You shift positions, laying on your side, pushing sheep thoughts from your mind. Think of nothing, you tell yourself. Nothing at all… You hear the soft pitter-patter of rain hit your window and feel yourself start to drift off to sleep — when a loud crack of thunder rouses you from your almost-slumber. You swear you can feel the bags forming underneath your eyes as the wind howls and the gentle tapping becomes hard knocks against the pane of glass.

Of course. This might as well happen.

It’ll pass soon, sure, but it HAD to pass when you were struggling to fall asleep? You groan in frustration. Your cat bolted when the lightning hit so you feel no guilt throwing the sheets off your sweaty legs. You start to head off towards the kitchen — before you return for your blanket, wrapping it around your shoulders because you feel naked without its protection.

You know what you need? Tea. Something mild, something sleepy. You pull out a blend of chamomile and butterfly pea tea. Sure, you could use the normal chamomile tea, but you love to add color to your life when you can. Plus, it doesn’t change the taste, not really. That’s what you add the honey and lemon for.

The lemon really does give it a lovely hue, you think as you stir your tea. It’s a hue that always reminds you of a certain someone...

You furrow your brow.

A certain someone who has the easiest solution to your problem right at his fingertips.

You almost smack your head for not thinking of him sooner as you concentrate on a star that doesn’t exist in your night sky. You don’t even bother walking up to your window to imagine it because the rain clouds are covering any glimpse you would have of the stars in your city.

You kick yourself and concentrate when a soft purple light floods your dark kitchen — you didn’t even bother to turn on the lights for fear it would ruin your sleepy vibes. Before you stands just the demon you wanted to see, his purple eyes almost glowing in the dark.

“MC.” He almost purrs.

“Belphie.” Your voice sounds rough. You blame your interrupted respite.

You blink at each other a few times. When you don’t immediately offer an explanation, he looks you fully up and down.

No shoes, clearly wearing pajamas, mug of tea in hand, blanket wrapped cozily around you, faint bags under your eyes. Even though it’s dark, you swear you can still see him smirk at you as he says, “Can’t sleep?”

You shake your head. “Can’t sleep.”

“Well,” he says, “You’ve come to the right demon.” He nods to the tea. “Bring me some, I’ll meet you inside.” He heads off to your room.

You shake your head and smile incredulously. You pour some tea into the mug you save just for him. Sugar instead of honey, two spoons. No lemon keeps it blue but half-n-half makes the tea a soft, milky sky blue.

When you make your way back to your room, you can see he’s made quick work crafting a cozy space out of your bed. “The environment is a key factor, not a lot of people know that.”

You shake your head again and chuckle this time. “I’m not gonna question the master.”

You hand him his cup of tea. He takes a sip and smiles at what he tastes — a smile that says just the way I like it. “Thank you kindly.”

“Wow, so polite.”

“Of course,” he says, “What kind of demon would I be if I didn’t treat my pact-holder with the utmost respect.”

“Cute,” you smile sweetly. Then, your voice flattens. “What do you want?”

“Clever human,” He puts the mug down on the bedside table and places his hands behind his head — lounging, the very definition of relaxed (and lazy). “I wanted to discuss the terms of my service.”

“Excuse me?”

“Well, what am I getting out of this deal?”

You scoff. “Seriously?” You take a sip of your tea.

“I mean, if I’m gonna put the effort into this, I should get something for it.”

You hold your tea up to the side of your face and tilt your head to that side, the picture of innocent cuteness. “You get to be with little ol’ me for a few hours.”

“Well that’s no fun — you’ll be sleeping.” He’s not even looking at you — he’s already closed his eyes, as if this is a done deal. Smug bastard.

You grit your teeth. You didn’t think he would be difficult about this but maybe you should’ve known better. Honestly, it's 4 a.m. now and you don’t have the patience for his games right now.

“Well, if you’re gonna be stingy about it, maybe I don’t need y-”

You turn to leave your room, ready to abandon your bed for the couch if it comes for a price, when he quickly grabs onto you.

“Wait.”

He sits up from his lounging position. You look down at where he holds your wrist in his hand, firm but still gentle, then look into his eyes. You know he has more strength in his little finger than you do in your entire body but when you pull your arm out of his grip, there is no resistance.

You see the hurt creep around his eyes and you already feel bad but you steel yourself and say, “I’m tired, Belphie. A nightmare woke me up tonight and I just want to get back to sleep.”

He looks at you for a long time without saying anything. For a moment, you wonder if he heard you, or if you even said anything out loud. Then he asks, "Do you wanna talk about it?"

The question catches you off guard ...Talk about the dream? The details are already beginning to fade but you do remember the fear.

Belphegor watches you ponder the question and wordlessly pats your bed. You sit next to him and look down at your tea in your hands. “I… don't really remember where I was or what I was doing. All I can remember is that I was watching something terrible happen and I was powerless to stop it.”

“You know, MC. I’m a dream demon. I’m used to wading around through people’s subconscious and seeing the absolute worst things they can imagine. Hell, I’ve sometimes even put some truly awful things in their minds. But you know, no matter how visceral it feels, how much it scares you, how much it hurts — it will never be real. It can’t hurt you out here.” He puts a hand on your knee, next to where your hands lay in your lap.

You look up at him and see sincerity, a rare expression on his usually mischievous face.

You smile softly at him before scoffing.

Not the reaction he was expecting, he gives you a sassy look and rests his cheek on his fist. “What?”

“I just feel like I’ve had this exact conversation before… Y’know, when I was, like, five?” You try to take a sip of your tea but you can’t stop smiling.

Belphie lets out an involuntary bark of laughter. It makes you giggle, too. “Well then, I guess you never learn, do you?”

You both end up in a fit of laughter.

You're not really sure why — it wasn’t that funny to begin with. But it is almost 4:30 a.m. and you’re probably more than a little hysterical. Belphie takes the mug of tea from your hands before you end up spilling it everywhere.

As you gasp for breath, coming down from your giggle delirium, you say, "It's kinda funny, actually… How when you're a kid, your nightmares are about monsters and scary things that aren't real but as you get older, your nightmares are about real life tragedies that could happen to you tomorrow."

He chuckles to himself.

You push him with your shoulder. "What?"

"Nothing. Just…” He looks down at his hands resting in his lap.

“What would kid-you say now that the monster wasn't under your bed, but in it?" He's smiling but it's more rueful than joyful.

You look at him and say, "You're not a monster, Belphie."

He looks at you and raises an eyebrow. "MC, I'm literally a demon. I just told you I give people nightmares. Like for fun."

You know what else he’s thinking about — what always goes unsaid but is always at the back of his mind, always hanging in the air between you. You give him a flat look.

He narrows his eyes at you slightly, so slight you almost convince yourself he didn’t. And yet, faster than you can blink, you’re on your back. He hovers his body over yours, with both his hands on either side of your face — caging you in. He looks down at you. You look up at him. Where you would normally see a mischievous glint in his eyes, you only see hard emotion.

You’ve gotten good at communicating non-verbally with both Belphie and his twin but when he puts up a wall like this, he is impossible to read.

“You should be afraid of me.” His voice sounds raw with emotion, like he’s been screaming for hours.

You just look at him. After what feels like an eternity of neither of you saying anything, he hesitantly lifts one hand and places it gently on your neck. His touch is so featherlight, you can barely feel it. But you do feel it there, trembling slightly.

“You know I’m not.” And it’s true. You know he would never hurt you. Not like that, not again. And not just because you could stop him with your pact. You know he hasn’t forgiven himself for what he did and you aren’t sure you fully have either. It’s times like these where you both get to reflect on your relationship, that defining event, and where you are now.

“And I never will be.” You slip your hands behind his neck and card your finger through his soft hair. You see his eyes flutter for a moment before he remembers he's supposed to be intimidating you.

Before you can react, his head dips low to the crook of your neck. He lets his body weight fall on top of you. You grunt from the sudden impact and it makes you laugh. In the quiet, you hear him gently murmur into your neck, “I don’t deserve you.”

You hum and continue to card your fingers through his hair. “I thought you were the one who was supposed to comfort me.”

“Well, if you want me to help you out, I did say you would have to do something for me.”

You laugh. Of course — he’s just as stubborn as you are. “Can I at least get into a more comfortable position?”

Belphie groans and flops away from you. You get into your nest and adjust till you’re nice and cozy. He kneels on the bed, hovering above you, ready to pounce. He switches to his demon form, the smell of sulfur filling the room. You plug your nose and wave the stench away. “Damn, I wish that smell didn’t linger so much.”

Belphie shrugs, “Hey, what kind of demon would I be if at least one aspect of this wasn’t unpleasant?” You roll your eyes and open your arms to him. He dives in and, to your surprise, actually maneuvers you to be on top of him now.

You look at him, questions obvious on your face.

He holds you close, tucking your head underneath his chin and says, “Nothing is more comforting to me than having you in my arms.”

You feel the heat rise in your face at how unabashedly honest he is and you're grateful he can’t see your face — you wouldn’t hear the end of it.

You tighten your arms around him, holding him close, too. “Thank you, Belphie.”

You feel the effects of his power take hold and you lose yourself to the soft purple abyss of deep, uninterrupted sleep.

A soft, soothing voice reaches out to you through the lulling numbness. Safe. Comfort.“Sweet dreams, MC.”

#obey me shall we date #obey me fanfic #obey me belphegor #obey me mc #belphegor x mc #belphegor x reader #belphegor fluff #originally posted on ao3 #sometimes i read shit and be like “DAMN I WROTE THIS??” lmao #op #fic #just realized i accidentally referenced ohshc iykyk

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