#OM imagines

[bloomries]

me? wha- never been jealous in my life—

includes : the demon brothers (lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor).

summary : in which he experience some silly, childish jealousy!

warnings : gn! reader. feelings of jealousy/envy from character.

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── lucifer

You were just taking Lucifer's advice and getting a tutor, you didn't realize it would be such a big deal. Leaning in closer to the demon to better hear him, you suddenly felt a cool grip on your shoulder. Looking up you see Lucifer giving the poor student the death glare. "You're coming with me," His eyes shifted down to you, and you sigh, packing up your stuff.

When you two were out of the library, you pull away from the grip he had on your wrist. Arms crossed over your chest, you eye him up and down before shaking your head. "Are you okay?"

He stiffens at your words, a small scowl forming. You quirk a brow, before coming to a conclusion. "Oh, don't tell me... were you jealous?" Red eyes widen and wings spread out- but you're not impressed by his little intimidation technique.

"Me?" He guffaws, hand placed on his chest melodramatically. "ME? You think I'm jealous? Ha!" He scoffs, and you can only give an incredulous stare. He clears his throat at your lack of reaction. "I am not jealous. That is a ridiculous notion."

"Yeah, okay." You shake your head. "If you were jealous though, I wouldn't be upset. It's actually kind of funny," You snicker, and he glares at you.

"Well, it's a good think I'm not jealous." You just hum, walking alongside him now.

"Riiiight," You glance over at him, before grinning mischievously. "So, who will tutor me now, hm?" Lucifer looks down at you, before not-so-subtly suggesting himself as your tutor. After all, no one is better than him... Right?

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── mammon

"Mammon," You say, your hands cupping his cheek. He looks at you pitifully. If someone were to see his expression they'd surely believe something very serious and heartbreaking was going on. "Mammon, I'm yours."

"Say it again." He pouts, his hands resting over yours. Is he relishing in all your attention now that he's gained it back? Absolutely. Are you growing annoyed at his shamelessness? Absolutely.

"This is the fifteenth time." You sigh, and he just whines. You groan, rolling your eyes before looking him in his eyes again and saying your line with the utmost earnest. "I'm yours, Mammon."

"... Again?"

"Oh my- Mammon, it was a puppy!" Mammon huffs, crossing his arms over his chest and grumbling that it didn't matter what species it was, if you gave anything or anyone more attention than your first man it would be reasonable for him to react in such a way.

Sighing, you reposition yourself on to your knees, now towering over him a little. Cupping his cheeks once more, you pull him into a very passionate, loving kiss- one that, when you pull away, leaves him breathless and dazed.

"Uh... what was... going on?"

"Nothing," You say, pleased, and pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Don't worry about it, okay?"

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── leviathan

"Hey, Levi...?" He tenses at your voice, stiffly turning around in his gaming chair to face you. You hesitate to speak, "Uhm... Do you remember that figurine you bought me?" If he could turn into stone right now, he would. "Well, I accidentally lost it somehow? Have you seen it at all?"

Oh, that was it? Levi lets out a shaky, relieved exhale as he turns back around in his gaming chair. "No, I haven't." This is a lie though, Leviathan had managed to get jealous of the figurine that got to stay in your room, by your side, more often than he, so he may or may not have it in one of his drawers, ready to destroy and torture it.

You let out a whine as you drape yourself against the back of his gaming chair, your hands resting on his chest. "'m so sorry Levi, don't be mad, okay? I'll do my best to find it."

Despite the lump in his throat and guilt gnawing at his heart, he takes your hand and presses a kiss to it. "D- Don't worry about it, okay? I'm not upset!" You peak over the chair to see his expression better and- wow, you really can't see any signs of distress!

"Really? Well, okay, but I'll still look for it!" You cheer, turning his chair around and pressing a kiss to his cheek. "After all, it's an important gift from a very special person~"

Ah, Levi's heart can't handle it anymore- you're too precious, and you just claimed he was a very special person! He didn't need to be jealous of that dumb figurine— don't be surprised if you find the figurine on your shelf later!

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── satan

How did you manage to score better than him in his favorite subject? Satan stares at your paper, which held the higher grade, with the utmost annoyance. A small scowl was forming on his lips as he continued to burn holes into the paper. You furrow your brows, being able to read him easily.

"Uhm, 'tan?" Snapping out of his angered gaze, he looks up at you, and feels a little guilty. You worked hard, you deserve a good grade... Just not better than him. "Are you okay?"

"... Can I read your essay?" You nod, offering him the paper and he reads it over, nitpicking everything- of course he doesn't say it aloud, though can still practically see smoke coming out of his ears. You sigh, "Are you... Jealous?"

His eyes widen and he looks up at from your paper, scoffing in shock. "No, I-... I'm just very proud." His strained smile and sinister aura tell you otherwise. Gently, you take the paper from him and replace it with yourself. Sitting on his lap, you smile down at him.

"I can give you some tutoring lessons, if you'd like." You tease- a very dangerous thing to do considering. Instead of getting more pissed off though, he just stares up at you before chuckling. A reaction only you can pull off.

"Ah, is that so?" He asks, tilting his head. "Perhaps I need it." He glances at his paper, which holds the lower of the two grades. His grip tightens a bit. Well, if playful teasing didn't distract him it seems you'd need to find another way!

And kisses are truly such a wonderful distraction, are they not?

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── asmodeus

Asmodeus is used to others getting jealous of him, or of others being closed to him, but he's never been the one being jealous! It's a very interesting feeling, he'd concluded, as it's hard to breathe and his heart feels like it's getting punched.

Some random demon actually thinks they have a shot with you? It irks him. With a deadly smile, he slinks over to the both of you, before gasping dramatically as he falls against you. "Oh there you are! My beloved, my one and only, my light, my jewel~" He purrs, wrapping his arms around you.

"Oh, hey Asm-" He starts peppering kisses all over your face, and you indulge in them because when Asmodeus is around you truly have no one else on your brain.

Taking a peak, Asmo smirks when the other demon gets visibly uncomfortable and leaves, mumbling embarrassed apologies and curses.

Pulling away from you, you chase after him only to whine when he presses his pointer finger against your lips. He sends you a wink, "Don't worry, you'll receive plenty more later." You nod, taking his hand and smiling gently at him.

"Should we head to class then?"

"Mmhm~" Asmo smiles, proud of himself that you don't remember that nobody from earlier!

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── beelzebub

Beelzebub feels ridiculous, he really shouldn't be jealous but when he sees the way his fellow teammates are staring at you in the stands, that ugly feeling bubbles up in his chest. You're waving at him, smiling so brightly it could blind him!

You then hold out your hand for the players to high five, as a 'good job' for all their hard work practicing for an upcoming game, and the players had lined up ready to receive said precious high five- but before anyone could move another inch, Beel was in front of you and had high fived your hand before taking hold of it, interlocking his fingers.

"Huh? Beel? Are you okay?" You ask, worried. His head is hung, mostly because he's trying to hide the blush that's painting his cheeks and ears. He's a little embarrassed for acting in such a manner. Cold to his teammates, and so quick to take action to make it known that you're with him.

"Yeah, I'm alright," He lifts his head, looking up at you with furrowed brows. "Uhm... Well..."

"Yeah?" You encourage, waiting patiently for him to sort out his feelings. You give his hand a gentle squeeze, reassuring him, and he lets out a weak sigh.

"Keep... Keep your eyes only on me, okay?"

Now it's your turn to blush. A bit shocked by his sudden possessive words- although definitely not upset- you nod. "O- Okay! I will!" You squeeze his hand again before retracting it. "Good job practicing today, Beel!" Ruffling his hair, you can't help but admire that cute flustered expression he holds. Even when he's jealous, he's adorable!

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── belphegor

"It was a dreeeam!" You shake his shoulders, and he groans and grunts with each shake. He still refuses to speak, though, and avoids your eyes. He's being so pouty and whiny over nothing!

"Belphie, I swear," You drop him and he lands against his plush pillows. You fall on top of him and he grunts against, damn you. "You're always so mean to me, I didn't even do anything."

"Well in my dream you did." He sneers, holding his nose up high. At least he spoke to you! That's progress! You perk up and scoot closer to his face, giving him your best attempt of puppy dog eyes.

"Belphie I would never, ever entertain someone else!" You assure, "So stop being pouty," You start peppering kiss all over his face. "If I could," You mumble against his skin, "I'd beat up dream me for flirting with someone else and then kiss dream you and reassure dream you."

Belphie's eyes widen and he scoffs. "Oh? So you want to kiss dream me and not real me?" You pull back. Is he... being serious right now? Was he even aware of how many kisses you just planted on his face? Also is he seriously jealous of 'dream him'?

You frown, collecting your thoughts quickly. "No! I mean, if dream you isn't real you, the no I wouldn't kiss dream you! I'm only going to kiss my Belphie!"

He stares at you for a second, before smiling. Ah, it seems you've reached the right answer! Rejoicing in getting Belphegor to not be a whiny demon anymore, you wrap your arms around him tightly and close your eyes. That was exhausting, time for a nap!

꒰ ❀ ꒱ thank you for reading. have a wonderful day, darling!

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[angelltheninth]

Sleepy Cuddlefucking with Belphegor

Pairing: Belphegor x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, cuddlefucking, neck kissing, sleepy sex, praise

A/N: It's morning and I'm still waking up, thinking about this helped.

Neither of you felt like getting up, or doing much of moving when you woke up in the morning. The day before had been exhausting enough, with the meetings, the studying, the upcoming exams you had to worry about.

None of that today, today was a day for relaxation.

However that didn't mean you still couldn't have a little bit of fun together. While Belphagor didn't let you out of his arms he didn't need to, the bed was more then big enough, "Lift up your leg a little." He mumbled in that sleepy, raspy tone that you normally found cute but right now your were too horny from his hard cock rubbing against your pussy to think of him as cute. You sighed when his hand gripped your thigh and the tip pushed into your pussy, "I want to go in all the way."

"Then what are you waiting for Belphie?" His moan lost in a warm kiss against your neck, "Good boy." It took him a few smooth thrusts but eventually you felt his balls press against you. "It feels nice to have you stretch me out in the morning." You let yourself melt into the bed with him settling on top of you.

Warm lips pressed against your neck, and a sleepy smile, followed by his hips grinding against yours and his legs bracketing yours, "It feels nice feel you warm me up in the morning." His moves were lazy, slow, sluggish, tired but his cock filled you all the same, keeping you right on the edge all morning.

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[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

MC being a Morally grey menace Part 1

It started on their second visit to the Devildom...

During that first year of the exchange program, Lucifer and Diavolo had gone out of their way to hide the more unsightly aspects of the Devildom. But the second time around, when the human just fell from the sky, they didn't exactly have the time to smooth things over.

And yet, MC hadn't batted an eye.

The first incident was when MC walked in on one of Lucifer and Diavolo's meetings, but they weren't alone.

The low-level demon's eyes lit up, and his expression went from pleading to maniacal. This human was everyone's soft spot, surely the prince and his Lord of Pride wouldn't sully themselves in front of their precious human!

"Sorry, did you two hear that Simeon-? Oi!" MC startled as the demon threw himself at their feet.

"Mercy, dear human! Surely you could find it in your heart to grant mercy to this poor, foolish demon!"

Lucifer stepped forward, but even he wasn't quite sure what he was going to do next, apart from yanking that demon away from his human. Diavolo braced to start explaining why this demon was in his office, clad in chains.

But MC, dear, human, MC who should have damn well had some questions about this impromptu torture session they just walked in on, didn't so much as bat an eye.

Lifting a foot, they took one step sideways out of the demon's reach and carried on talking.

"Simeon wanted to ask you two something, just text him when you're done with...this." They gestured vaguely to the crumpled demon on the floor.

"Please, you CAN'T leave me here!"

MC didn't so much as look at him, making their way back to the door. "Don't work too hard boys! And don't forget you're on dinner duty tonight, Lucifer."

"...Of course." Lucifer watched, wide-eyed, as the human calmly walked out the door. He wondered how much explaining he'd need to do later.

To his surprise, the subject was never brought up, and MC's behaviour was utterly unchanged.

Well...not entirely unchanged.

The following week, a couple of locations to one of the Devildom's most popular chains came up with reports of missing inventory and Grimm coming up short.

A robbery, they didn't know by whom.

That week, MC and Mammon had been joined at the hip, even more so than usual, so out of pure curiosity Satan cornered the human in the morning making breakfast.

"These robberies. You wouldn't happen to know anything about them, would you, dearest?"

MC shrugged. "Not a thing."

"Truly? Because a rather large sum of grim is now missing, and you've been spending an awful lot of time with Mammon lately."

MC looked up at Satan, and their eyes flashed golden, their grin almost inhuman. "Not like they'll miss it. They're a multi-million grim company that doesn't pay their employees enough to live."

Satan hardly believed his ears. "MC did you-?"

MC chuckled, and went right back to the eggs they were frying. "I don't know what you're talking about, love. Now help me carry these out."

Satan could have asked more questions, hell, he probably should have, but quite frankly, he's more impressed than anything else, and very much wants to know how they bypassed the security systems next time.

Part 2

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[hopeluna-archived]

Thinking about Mammon....Mammon who struggles not to tear up and exclaims to himself internally on being so emotional for no reason when you tell him, quite randomly how much you love him and appreciate all the little way in which he takes care of you (even though he denies it).

Mammon who realizes that this feeling, this warm gooey melting feeling he gets with you, is exciting, nerve wrecking, soft and most of all terrifying. How could he- no, how could someone love like this? So pure and overwhelming?

Mammon feels like he's drowning in sea but weirdly, he doesn't wanna go to shore. Its terrifying, yes but he can't help but let it pull him into its depths.

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[lovries]

THE PERSON THAT I LIKE...

featuring. the demon brothers (lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor).

summary. when someone asks who you like/who you have a crush on, you confidently say his name (whilst he's right beside you!?)

warnings. gn! reader, harassment (mammon, asmodeus).

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── LUCIFER

You're not sure how you and Diavolo got to talking about crushes and love interests, but when he asked if you liked anybody, you broke out into a small smile. "Who I like?" You say, glancing over at Lucifer who's sipping his tea, minding his business (not), when you point to him and chuckle. "Well, I obviously like Lucifer."

Lucifer chokes on his tea, sputtering out apologies to Diavolo whilst also try to recover from his embarrassment. He honestly was no expecting that! Diavolo's just laughing merrily, patting his friends back whilst you smile sweetly at Lucifer.

"Did you hear that, Lucifer?" Diavolo asked. Really, you two are going to be the death of him! He manages to put up his façade once again, picking his tea cup up once again.

"I heard them perfectly well," Lucifer glances at you through the corner of his eye, enjoying the way you're basically glowing. Did you truly like him that much? So much that you just throw away all shame and proudly proclaim your love? If asked, would you yell it from the rooftops? Lucifer doesn't doubt you would.

"And?" Diavolo prompted him, whilst you remain quiet. You await Lucifer's answer. Of course Lucifer would love to also inform you of his feelings towards you, but he'd rather do it somewhere more private, and preferably in a more romantic setting.

"And, we'll talk about it later." His tone is anything but harsh, in fact it basically drips with affection, as he gives you a soft look. Diavolo grins, giving you a thumbs up. You chuckle, and allow the evening to continue on until your eventual meeting with Lucifer.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── MAMMON

You were just minding your own business, when a demon from RAD approached you whilst you and Mammon were out shopping. "C'mon, just go on a date with me! It's not like you like anyone else, right?" You scoff at the man, annoyed.

"Actually," You say pointedly, glaring at the man. "I like this guy!" You proudly present Mammon, who was just innocently eating some street food.

"Wha- Me?" Mammon stared at you in disbelief, some food falling from his mouth in his awe. You liked him? Like, actually? "R- Really? Ya really like me? Seriously? No joke?" By now, the other demon had gotten the message, pissed off as he walked away from you and Mammon. You laugh as he takes you by the shoulders.

"Yes, Mammon, I like you. I thought it was obvious?" He blinks rapidly, his brain shutting down at your confession. He's not thinking a single thought and yet thinking a million at the same time. You wait for him to process your words, deciding to use this chance to admire his face up close. What a handsome face~

"So... Ya like me. Like... Like-Like me?" He asked, slowly, thoroughly. He just had to make sure there were no mistakes, that he wasn't possibly about to jeopardize the best thing that's ever happened to him. You sigh, taking his hands off of your shoulders and holding them in yours.

"Mammon, I have a crush on you. I like you, in a romantic way." You clarify for him, and it finally seems to click all together in his mind, his face blooming with color as he sinks down to the ground, hiding his face from your view.

"O- Okay... Okay, yeah... Uhm, I l- like you too... Jus' so you know..."

"Yeah, I know." You hum happily, only adding to Mammon's bashfulness.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── LEVIATHAN

Leviathan was currently loathing everything as he rests his head on his arms whilst sitting next to you during lunch. You were a rather popular individual at RAD, to his dismay, so you were chatting with some of your friends. The topic? Love, of course. Levi just wanted to run away, he couldn't bear to hear you talk about someone else.

"Who do I like?" You say, a little shocked the topic came around to you, since you thought you made it obvious in the past. Levi prepared for heartbreak, looking away from you with a small huff of breath. "I have a crush on Levi, how many times do I have to tell you guys?" You chuckle, your friends all 'ohh'ing as they remember.

Wait.

Wait, did you just say his name? Leviathan had never perked up so quickly before, whipping around to look at you incredulously. His mouth was agape, and he's sure his face is red and sweaty. You like him? Did you just say that? AND YOU HAD SAID IT IN THE PAST TOO? What was going on!?

"Levi? You okay?" You ask, tilting your head in confusion. You... He clutches at his chest, why was his heart beating so fast? He stands up abruptly, causing all eyes to turn on him. "L- Levi?"

"I need... I need some fresh air!" He squeaks out, rushing out of the cafeteria. Your watch him retreat, a fondness in your gaze. Your friends all ask if he's okay, wondering why he ran away.

"I'll go check on him." You say, waving bye. You might as well be there when he realizes what's going on and that you've returned his feelings for quite a while.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── SATAN

You were chatting with someone on the phone, Satan sitting a few feet away from you. He tried not to eavesdrop, but he couldn't help it— he was naturally curious about all things involving you. Besides, you were being loud, so was it really eavesdropping? He just happened to be able to hear you.

"Do I have a crush on someone? Yeah, I do." You chuckle, glancing over at Satan, who quickly averts his gaze. You like someone? Satan's even more intrigued now then he was before. He wonders who... Is it him? If it were anyone else... He can already feel the bubbling of rage in his chest, but he pushes it down. "Who?" You repeat the question from the unknown caller.

Satan unconsciously leans in. Yes, yes, hurry up and spill who you like. You sit down in the seat across from him, holding eye contact as you smile. "Ah, that would be Satan, of course." A pink hue takes over his cheeks and ears. "Mmhm, he's just incredibly smart, and clever, and he's always very kind to me— not to mention he's extremely handsome."

After that, the conversation topic seems to change, and you walk away with a wink. Satan can only sit there, impressed by your boldness. How long had you liked him? When did you get so brave? When would be an appropriate time to confess his own feelings? Who were you talking to?

When he stopped hearing your voice, your phone call over, he found you amongst a pile of books in his room. "So, you like me, hm?"

"My, my, wherever did you hear that?" You tease, picking up a book, but your eyes were on him. "Yeah, I like you. What are you going to do about it?"

"I have a few ideas..."

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── ASMODEUS

When the person who was trying to hookup with Asmodeus realized they were failing, they turned to you with a pout. "What about you? You single? Wanna-"

"No. I like someone already." You say, putting your hand up to prevent the guy from getting any closer. His jaw dropped, and he tried to come back into your line of sight, whining like a child.

"Wha- Who? C'mon, tell me-" You groan, leaning into Asmo for protection as the guy continues bothering you for the name of the person you like. Whilst Asmo could barely stand the guy bothering you two, he couldn't wait to hear you say who you liked; of course he knew it was him, but he still wanted to hear you say it.

"Not that it's any of your business, but it's Asmodeus~" You say, clutching on to the Avatar of Lust a bit tighter. You took so much pride in the fact you loved Asmo, that it still made his heart skip a beat, even though he had known since the moment you gained feelings for him.

"Asmodeus?" The guy groaned, "Damn it, forget this!" The guy finally walked away, annoyed, whilst you smiled up at Asmo.

"Did you enjoy hearing me say that?" You ask, knowing he knew. He hums, putting an arm around you and pulling you closer to him.

"Of course I did." Asmo confesses, "I love when you tell everyone how much you love me~" Nuzzling his face into yours, you feel your cheeks grow warm at the physical affection. "And don't forget, I love you too," He purrs into your ear, enjoying the way you grow sheepish for once.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── BEELZEBUB

"So, spill it already! Who do you like, hm? I know you like someone~" Asmodeus said as he painted his nails. Meanwhile you were running your fingers through Beel's hair, Beel eating some snacks. It was just a chill evening, hanging out with several of the brothers.

"I like Beel." You say, not stopping your movements, and Beel doesn't stop his eithers. Asmo, however, along with Belphegor and Mammon, stop and stare at you and Beel, completely baffled.

One, when did you gain a crush on Beel? And two, why did Beelzebub seem the least shocked by this news? You can feel them burning holes into you, so you look up at them with a frown. "What? Wait, don't tell me you didn't know..." You look down at Beel, who looks up at you and shrugs.

"Didn't know what?" Mammon asked, basically falling over himself as he leans further in to the conversation, his curiosity eating away at him.

"Oh, me and Beel, we've been dating for a few months now." And now there is an uproar, they're asking a thousand questions at once, even Belphie seems to have grown an abundance of energy. Beelsebub did feel a little guilty not telling them explicitly, but he also was just so wrapped up in you and thought your actions were obvious that eventually everyone would catch on... Seems not.

"So... You like Beel? And you've been dating for months?"

"Yes, and yes~"

Well... Beel can't help but blush as you confidently agree, even though he already knows this, it's still nice to hear.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── BELPHEGOR

In your defense, you did think Belphegor was sleeping. His head resting in your lap as you and Satan chat about a book you've been reading lately. There was supposed to be an 'Anti-Lucifer League' meeting but Belphie seemed too sleepy to really concentrate on the upcoming prank Satan planned.

"I agree, the romance in this book is quite unlike anything else I've read." Satan confirms, nodding his head. "Y'know, you seem to be on a romance kick lately, do you have someone you like, Y/n?" You look down at Belphie, who's eyes are closed and breathing even.

"Yeah, I kinda have a crush on Belphie, actually." You say, smiling up at Satan who grows amused at your words. Satan wasn't expecting that, but he welcomes it nonetheless. Satan also wasn't expecting Belphegor to be awake when you confessed your crush so bravely, although he was certainly playing it off as sleeping very well.

Meanwhile, Belphegor is freaking out on the inside. You liked him? Like... Seriously? He most definitely wasn't expecting that, as he knows he can be a bit of a brat, and hard to get along with, but... He can't help but smile, even though he's trying so hard to pretend to be asleep.

"Interesting. What do you like about him?" Satan asks, watching as Belphegor twitches slightly. He's obviously interested in knowing too.

"Hmm..." You pretend to think, before glancing down at Belphie. "Perhaps that's a secret for me to know~" Belphegor peeks an eye open to see you staring at him with a smug grin. "I was wondering when you'd open your eyes. You're not as smooth as you think you."

"Damn it..." He grumbles, closing his eyes again. "Whatever... Will you tell me later?" He mutters the last part, and you have to bite back a laugh.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'll tell you all about it later."

﹙ thank you for reading! have a wonderful day! ﹚

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[amaya-writes]

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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[married-to-google-translater]

Hi! Could I please request absent-minded (does things like leaves the house wearing slippers, puts ice cream/pantry items in fridge, walks to bus without her bag etc) reader with Leviathan?

Leviathan

LMAO

This is his first reaction.

Before the two of you became friends.

At first, he only thinks of you as Weird Normie.

But when he gets to know you, things change.

Leviathan surely knows an anime that reminds you.

You would often watch it with him.

It would be relatable to you.

Although you have learned to deal with your distraction with humor.

It would be easier if you had a good friend with whom you could laugh about these things.

For example, when you accidentally used Shampoo as a body lotion because both were in side-by-side pump bottles.

Or when you almost accidentally go out wearing a nightshirt.

Or when you accidentally put bananas in the fridge and forget them there for a while.

Levia might worry about you sometimes.

Because sometimes your distraction would drive you into dangerous situations.

And Leviathan would come up with a good solution.

You should spend more time with him ;).

Because this is the best solution.

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[lou-struck]

Dream Eaters Part 2

Obey Me! x MC!

Featuring Satan, Asmo, Beel, and Belphie.

~ How they react to a lower-level Demon giving Mc nightmares intentionally.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, torture, and nightmares. Nothing too visually graphic.

Satan~

Satan is very observant when it comes to how you are feeling. He sees the way your eyes fight the urge to sleep at the breakfast table. He also can see the way your knuckles are clenched in a death grip as they dig your nails into your palms so the pain will prevent you from resting. Staying up late is one thing but this is new even for you. There is a look of panic that flashes across your face when you feel that the part of you that wants nothing more than to rest is gaining the upper hand.

But as you get up and try to stumble your way to class he knows that he can't just observe what is going on with you. Rushing forward he sweeps you up into his arms and to the library before you are even aware of where you are.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” he says gently as you sit rigidly on the edge of the plush library chairs that you love to doze off in when he reads aloud to you. With teary eyes, you tell him of how you haven't slept at all the past few days because of these terrible nightmares the play behind your closed eyes.

It doesn't take long for his look of care and concern for you to turn into one of pure unadulterated wrath as he understands what has been happening to you.

There are only a few known Demons in this level of the Devildom that have the ability to feed on the nightmares of Humans and even lesser demons than themselves.

Satan, while prepared to do some angry sleuthing down in Majolish. doesn't have to go far to hear the power drunk boasting of the demon in question from an alley way.

"And the best part about feeding from the human is that they have no idea what's going on." They laugh as the temperature surrounding him drops. Satan's horned shadow approaches ominously behind him as he continues to belittle you and those in charge of protecting you until it is too late.

The last thing the pitiful Demon sees are the blazing green eyes of the Avatar of Wrath before he is thrown against the pavement and dragged back to Satan's personal Torture chamber to spend the rest of his days in agony.

Asmodeus~

He thinks its so cute when you come and visit him in his room, the shy shuffles you make towards his vanity when you want to borrow one of his thousands of products. You know you never have to ask but he appreciates the gesture. He knows that no one really needs make up, but feeling beautiful is a big part of looking beautiful.

What strikes him as odd however is that you ask if you could borrow some undereye from him to cover your circles but your eye makeup is already so thick on your skin. 

"MC Darling, you know you're supposed to get your beauty sleep." he teases as your eyes fight the tiredness that makes your brain feel fuzzy, you make the excuse that you haven't been sleeping well the last couple of nights he of course offers a night in his bed. You give a half hearted laugh as you turn to leave the Avatar of Lust alone in his bedroom only to have him affectionately wrap his arms from you as he peppers your face with kisses.

What also catches him off guard is the absolutely pungent odor that clings to you as he wraps his arms around you. It's definitely not your scent, there is no sweetness to it that you normally have wafting around you. It almost smells like… 

Asmo has gotten with enough lesser demons to recognize the reek of one of his scorned lovers. It all clicks at once. The dark circles under your eyes, the smell, and your sluggish movements. You are being fed on by a Dream Eater. His beautiful face is marred with concern as he tries to figure out what he can do to help you. 

It's almost pathetic how quickly the Demon picked up their DDD when Asmo called. His power reaching through the line and entrancing the demon into meeting him in some kind of secluded area. He doubts he even need to use his charm, but when it comes to you, he wont take any chances.

Beezelbub-

Food coma’s with Beel are almost unavoidable during your late night hangout sessions. As a human, your appetite Pales in comparison to be avatar of gluttony.

He thinks it’s so cute how your eyelids droop and you curl up into his larger frame.

But just as he is about to carefully brush a few stray hairs out of your face you begin to thrash violently and scream in your sleep.

Panic grips in his chest as he shakes you awake. But nothing makes him feel worse than the look of sadness in your eyes when you realize that it’s happened again.

Beel truly has no leads with what is going on with you until he hears some idiot posting in the locker room at RAD about how he is the only demon in the entire Devildom who has been able to feed on the human exchange student.

Seeing red, Beezelbub rushes towards the demon grabbing him by the throat and lifting him up against the locker.

“ are you the one hurting MC?“ he growls as the demon trembles in his hold. 

“Y-yes, but it’s not what you think.” they plead “ they taste so delicious, you would like it too.”

“ I would never ever think of eating MY human.” He says dropping the demon to the cold ground so Diavolo can fully question it.

Belphegor~

Being the Avatar of Sloth, Belphie pulls you into his naps often. He is just so comfortable it’s easy to drift off.

He amusedly watches your eyes get heavier and heavier with drowsiness as he decides to watch you just a bit before he drifts off himself. Your peaceful face twists into one of discomfort as your brow furrows and you begin to whimper.

He’s never seen you this way before. Carefully he runs the pads of his fingers down the side of your face to catch a glimpse of the nightmare you are having. Only to see nothing but dark wisps of smoke in your psyche meaning the nightmares are purposely being given to you from somewhere else.

His eyes go wide in alarm as he realizes that someone is purposely hurting you to feed themselves. He is able to pick up the scent of the demon responsible and carefully swaddles you in his fluffy blankets as he leaves you with a soft kiss in the forehead and his pillow for comfort.

He wanders the streets following the scent of the demon who is lounging on a bench enjoying the taste of your nightmares unaware of the monster behind him.

With a cruel laugh Belphegor sends a wave of sleep toward the demon who falls limp against the stone. He picks up the Lesser Demon by the scruff of it’s neck and drags it into the shadows and back to the dungeons of the house of Lamination to spend the rest of it’s days trapped inside or own head while nightmares play on loop.

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[nerinefy]

hellooo may i rq an obey me imagine where a blank faced , cool and calm mc who is exceptionally good at seductive speech-craft just drops the biggest flirt on the brothers and just acts cool about it not giving them a reaction. how would the brothers react ? tyy - 👺 anon

OLDER BROTHERS VER. !! (PART 2 WILL BE DECIDED.)

- details: pronouns: you/yours | headcanon | crack + fluff | word count: | warnings: slight cursing if you squint + some...jokes

- author's note: im back ig, and im sorry if this req took like a year :')

LUCIFER !

you really are a pain, truly. the avatar of pride may try his hardest to hide the effect you have on him yet he was proven the opposite. surely you wouldn't have noticed?...right? wrong. why would you continue teasing the absolute devildom out of him if you didn't notice?

the way he looks away and adjusts his perfectly neat tie is one thing, but looking closely, why would someone unaffected have short and shaky breaths with slightly flushed cheeks?

at this point, mans just gave up and ran with it. what do you mean you had him flustered? are you sure you've been sleeping well? he's known all along and sure is amused, yeah, he definitely thought of that at first.

even with his rough start, he managed to win you over. not like it was a competition in the first place but he'll take it as one for the sake of his image. he surely did a number on you later on. did you really think he'll let you do that to him? yeah, maybe after this life, just maybe.

eventually you'll be even more of a mess than him if he takes up the challenge. the other brothers may have complained more than once since you two have been going at it ever since you started teasing him using your 'assets'.

MAMMON !

unlike lucifer who eventually leaves you high and dry (or wet, idk about you), mammon fails, and he fails at the worst possible way. at least in his eyes, he is an overdramatic little shit if you've forgotten.

he acts as if you haven't taken his breath with just one word. he can't really convince anyone with forehead dripping with sweat and his entire body shifting and squirming whenever you take the smallest step closer to him. go easy on him though, please. he's trying his best.

he doesn't recover well the longer you speak to him, he brushes it off with the brightest blush you've ever seen even though he swears it's just the heat going on these days (it was not hot, actually, it was very cold at that time.)

you'd likely have to watch out, he might faint even at the sight of you. he just can't help it you know, you already look so irresistible doing mundane things, so you directly giving him all your attention, and with that voice of yours...it most definitely will leave him melting in your arms.

it's utterly embarrassing for him to be a mess in front of you, but soon he just accepts it. if that's the way you'd like him to be, then he'd be just that. only for you. of course, he'd never in his very long life admit it out loud but you get the point.

LEVIATHAN !

this one is a tough one for sure. not because you have no effect on him, it's most definitely not that. it's more like he's actively finding a way for you not to approach him. he's hiding and running away from you like he did numerous crimes bad enough to not be spoken of, not like that'll work on you though.

you've already traumatized him enough with his first encounter with you, he's not willing to go in for a second round. one word from you and he might actually faint. it's bad enough that you're the most enchanting person he's ever seen, but you going out of your way to speak to him with that mesmerizing voice of yours, it's like you came straight out of a video game with how unimaginably beautiful you are.

if you ever have him cornered, he just might have the courage to face you somehow. unfortunately, his newfound confidence will be immediately replaced with clammy hands and teary eyes. and yes, hugging him to comfort him would make things worse.

just a thought though- please go easy on him.

©nerinefy do not plagiarize, repost, or translate. | reblogs are appreciated!

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[theabominable]

mammon's got a stupid grin on his face as he skips over next to you and leviathan - he playfully pats him on the back and sends you a wink.

"and what's got you in such a great mood, idiot?" levi says, stuffing books into his locker.

mammon ignores his insult and winks at you again.

"oh.. y'know. i may of just started datin' the coolest person ever."

he winks at you once again, and you laugh because he really can't be subtle about anything.

"mammon, have you got something in your eye?" you giggle and watch him roll his eyes, still smiling.

it was a cute confession he had given you last night after all, and a heartfelt one at that. of course you weren't oblivious to manmon being crazy over you, but it was nice to finally get serious with him and see him so overjoyed.

"what? dating who?" levi turns around to see you both looking all lovey-dovey at eachother and grimaces before slowly backing away to his next class. "i seriously should of skipped today."

left alone in the hallway, you both can't stop staring into eachother's eyes and smiling uncontrollably.

"so... who should we tell next?" he beams.

"and why are you so eager to tell everyone?" you step closer to mammon.

he pulls you in by your waist so your nose is almost touching his,"what's the problem, huh? i jus' want everyone t' know you're mine now."

a/n: personal apology to levi for always making him the third wheel in my mammon fics. anyway sorry i feel lonely rn and i need to write about cute fluffy relationships AAA

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[bloomries]

y-you're too close!

includes : the demon brothers (lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, and belphegor).

summary : they get a little too close to your face— and how are you supposed to ignore their mesmerizing eyes or kissable lips?

warnings : gn! reader, kissing (lucifer, satan, belphegor).

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── lucifer

Lucifer had, of course, went to visit you- and you just so happened to be in an empty classroom at the time. He found you rather easily, almost having a sixth sense for your presence. Standing behind you, he watched as read some words from a textbook before writing down an answer.

He then leans down to whisper in your ear, to teasingly praise you for your hardwork, when you turn your head to the side at just that moment— your lips brushing over his.

"L- Lucifer!?" You squeak, before falling out your seat from trying to pull back much too fast. His eyes widen, and he swiftly catches you before you can cause too much of a commotion.

"Are you alright?" He holds back a laugh, meanwhile you're trying to not have your heart explode.

"I'm fine- I just- you were- why were you so close!?" You manage to get out as he puts you back in place, your homework long forgotten by now. He tries to hide the quirk of his lip, but you see it and know he's preparing to tease you.

"Well, I wasn't expecting you to turn your head and try to kiss me." He says, touching his lips and shaking his head. "You must conduct yourself in a more respectful manner."

"You know I wasn't trying to- you just snuck up on me!" Lucifer frowns, still putting on an act special to you. He'd never act in such a silly manner to anyone else.

"But you still kissed me. You'll have to be held accountable." You groan, looking up at him with a dismal expression. You make him almost take pity on you, but then again he was never known as merciful.

"And how do you suppose I make up for my mistakes?"

"Hmm, perhaps kissing me again? On purpose this time, of course."

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── mammon

"Mammon, knock it off," You groan, pushing him away from you. He had been bothering you for the better half of the day, clinging on to you. You don't normally mind, but Mammon also doesn't normally poke your sides and pinch your thighs.

"Noo," He whines, and this naturally leads into you two play wrestling, Mammon ending up with his face perhaps a little too close to yours when he pins you down against the bed. Your eyes widen when you realize just how close he is.

"Hey, let up." You struggle in his grip and he huffs, getting all smug.

"No way. I won fair 'nd squa...re.... ah," That's when Mammon realized just how close to your face he was. "Uh..." He doesn't pull away from you, though his grip loosens. Now you're both messes. Mammon's hot in the face, and you're trying hard to ignore how sweaty your palms have grown.

After a few seconds on bashful staring at each other, Mammon finally pulls away and lets out a shaky loud laugh. "Ha, well, I won. So... I get to stay."

You're still too flustered to deny him, so you just nod wordlessly. However, the tension in the air is thick, and Mammon is like a statue from how he barely moves.

Both of you painfully aware of the obvious affections you two have been showing nonstop over the last few months, but none of it being really faced until just now- when you two were basically a inch away from kissing.

"Should we, uhm, y'know, talk... about what just-"

"I just remembered I have to do, uh, dishes!" Mammon stood up abruptly. "I- I'll talk to ya later!" Oh, this is definitely going to cause a few awkward days in the House of Lamentation.

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── leviathan

Leviathan and you had been up for hours on the new game he got, collecting items, ravaging villages, defeating enemies, and it all lead to now— the final boss. Through sweat, blood, and tears you two managed to defeat the final boss in a total of four minutes and fifty six seconds.

"Y- Yes!" You both shouted, cheering and jumping up from your seats, clinging on to each other with damn near tear in your eyes. "Yes! We did it!" Levi cried, squeezing you tightly.

You laugh with joy, pulling away from the hug only to be met face-to-face with Levi.

"Didn't doubt us for a second," You smile, a flirty lilt in your tone that has Levi sudden very conscious on how close you two are. Your eyes flicker down to his lips and he gasps- were you- no, no way! he was a gross otaku! you must be mistaken! yes, that's it!

And thus, Levi is quick to push your face away and accidentally push you back into your gaming chair. "Ow," you pout, and Levi gasps once more.

"S- Sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"It's okay, Levi, really," You chuckle, and he awkwardly laughs with you. He sits down back in his seat, letting the end music play as he messes with the hem of his shirt.

"I thought, I thought you were going to kiss me for a second," He admits bashfully, chuckling as if that was impossible. You quirk a brow, leaning back in your seat and eyeing him.

"I was."

"Haha, yeah exactly you weren't- wait, what!?"

"I said, I was. I was going to kiss you, Levi." You push yourself forward, your face once again impossibly close to his and he chokes on his own breath before squeezing his eyes shut, lips puckering forward a little.

You press a finger to his lips, and he peaks an eye open- disappointed. "Aw, too bad you missed your chance today, how about you try again tomorrow?" Ah, he most definitely would- if he didn't talk himself down by then!

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── satan

"Wait, so, forward, right- uhm, oh!" You had asked Satan to teach you how to dance upon getting the invitation to Diavolo's upcoming ball. Apparently demons love ballroom dancing. However, in your attempt to learn, you've come to realize that you're dancing skills are possibly a little rusty.

"Sorry," You chuckle, you had tripped over your own feet for the umpteenth time, but at least it was Satan's? You sigh, looking up at him as he looks down at you, and oh. Oh wow.

It was quiet, except for the classical music playing softly in the background. Your heart is racing, and you fear that in your close proximity he might be able to feel it. He fears the same, his grasp on you tightening. He has that charming smile resting on his features, despite the storm in his mind!

How desperately you want to kiss him- and had his eyes always been so green?

Your certain your cheeks are on fire, and you want so badly for the ground to swallow you up. You can't form any words, just staring like a lovesick fool- and Satan is doing no better. He's at a loss for words, truly. How could he even begin to form a sentence worth interrupting this moment?

Then, a book falls to the ground with a loud thud- a mischievous tabby meowing and stretching somewhere. You both pull away, Satan's cheeks growing a rosy color as he clears his throat.

"Maybe we should take a break? I'll... I'll go get us some waters," You say, about to leave, however Satan can't help himself and pulls you by the waist towards him.

"Please forgive me," He whispers, taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

"Kiss m-" With that, he kisses you deeply. A kiss that certainly will make itself into your dance routine with Satan at the ball next week.

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── asmodeus

"What do you think?" Asmo asks, scooting closer to you, showing off the new look he was attempting- and obviously he was nailing it. He looked perfect, but that wasn't unusual in his case.

"Pretty as always," You say, not really looking at him. He was always showing off looks that were amazing, so you already knew that it was perfect. He whines, shimmying closer to you.

"You're not looking!" He pouts, and you sigh, turning your head abruptly- not expecting him to be so close. Oh. He did look very pretty. And now your cheeks are warm. "Thank you! So, how does it look?" He asks, as if the close proximity wasn't bothering him.

"You look nice- good- you look... good..." He frowns. Well good wasn't good enough. He pulls back and checks in the mirror, but finds not a single product out of place. He whips back around towards you, getting even closer to your face.

"Just good?"

"You look beautiful," You say, and he blinks in shock at your earnestness. He's glad the make up is covering up the blush that surely spreads on his cheeks.

"Oh my, are you falling for my good looks?" His teasing comment ruins the moment, and you scoff, shaking your head as you turn to look back at your phone.

"You wish, princess." You say, pushing him away by the shoulder. You ignore the heart palpitations as you scroll through your DDD.

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── beelzebub

"Oh, Beel, you got something right there..." You say, pointing to your cheek to where Beelzebub had some sauce. Beel looks down at the food in his hands- both hands were pretty occupied, so he leaned in for you to wipe it away for him.

"W- What?-" It seems he underestimated how small the table was, though, as he leaned in way too close! Face hot, you lift a shaky hand to wipe away the sauce with a napkin and then he shoots you the biggest, most kissable grin in the world.

"Thanks!" He chuckles, before leaning back and taking another bite of his food. You can only stare at the table now though, lest you wish to continue your rather romantic thoughts.

Beel notices this, and once again leans in close— Damn it, is he trying to give you a heart attack!? He furrows his brows as he inspects you, before frowning. Shit, did he realize that you were having definitely not friendly thoughts?

"Are you okay? You look a lil' sick." He says, leaning back. You let a silent breath of relief before nodding.

"I'm fine, just... just a little hot, that's all." And technically, you weren't lying.

꒰ ✿ ꒱ ─── belphegor

"Shuddup," Belphegor groans, rolling over on to his side to face you, before grabbing your waist and pulling you into him. You gasp, not from the action- honestly, this is a rather typical evening with Belphegor (he claims he "sleeps better" when you're near him) but you gasp due to how close your face is to his.

Usually you land near his chest or vise versa, but this face-to-face view was definitely making you grow quiet. Belphegor was pleased with this, before he realized it took quite a lot to usually shut you up. He peaks an eye open with a frown.

"What's your deal?" When you don't respond and instead try to wiggle out of his arms, he tightens his grip and gets even closer. "Hm? Trying to get away?"

"Yes! Let me gooo!"

"Nah," He grins, realizing what's happening. "I think you don't really want me to let you go anyways, right? You wanna stare at my face longer? Wanna kiiisss meeee?" You groan, wishing to strangle the annoying demon. He laughs when you don't deny him.

"I knew it," He flutters his lashes close and pouts his lips out a little, trying to appear 'pretty' or... something? You just shake your head, done with his teasing. Grabbing his collar, you admire his natural beauty for a second— after all, who knows when you'll be so close to his face again— before catching him off guard with a kiss

Letting go of you out of shock, you're quick to run away, leaving Belphegor in a stunned, blushing mess. Stupid humans...~

꒰ ❀ ꒱ thank you for reading. have a wonderful day, darling!

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[angelltheninth]

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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[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

MC sings...like, a lot, and well!

Ever since that first musical where Barbatos and Mammon hammered proper breath control and pitch into them, they've been able to belt out tunes with the best of them, and they do it at random.

The halls of the House of Lamentation used to be periodically serenaded with the most random songs, sang perfectly as MC either danced down the halls or just walked about doing their business.

Whenever they did, the entire house would fall completely silent to listen, hanging off every note that tumbled from their lips until they'd inevitably get distracted and stop. They never got through a full song, hell, sometimes they barely got through their favourite verse, but that never stopped them from hanging off their every word.

In the past, things had been very different. For the first few months, MC couldn't find it in them to sing at all, and when they first started, Solomon was the only one to hear their voice echo through the empty halls of Cocytus.

The first time they did sing in the House of Lamentation, the house went so quiet they could have heard a pin-drop, and nothing, no one interrupted MC as they went about cleaning the kitchen between meals, belting their current ear-worm to their heart's content, not a thought in the world.

When they were done, they turned, and found the doorway crowded with demons, even Satan tolerated closeness to his brothers and was staring at them like they'd grown a second head.

"Uh...hi?" The human arched a brow as seven pairs of eyes bore into them, seven mouths left agape.

"Where'd ya learn to sing like that?!" Mammon squeaked out, and MC's heart stung all over again.

A demon with his face was the reason they could sing like that, he's the reason they can belt at the top of their lungs while running at full sprint...but he doesn't remember that.

Before they knew it, they were masterfully holding back tears and waving the brothers away. "Don't you boys have something better to do? Go on."

But the brothers have learned to look for that shadow in the human's eyes, they've seen it too many times, popping up apparently unprovoked over random questions. No one dares to push the subject, and MC could not bring themselves to sing again.

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[hopeluna-archived]

Obey Me! + leaning against them when talking to someone

Request: How would the brothers react to MC just randomly leaning against them when they're talking to someone? _

Characters: The brothers x reader

CW: none really!

M.list

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Lucifer

Congrats, you just boosted Lucifer's ego out the roof. He knows its probably nothing but he can't help but feel a sense of pride in thinking that maybe you're leaning against him as a way showing that you're together.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Mammon

Mammon loves it! He'll blush furiously before shyly holding your hand while you're still talking. Its such a small act but it manages to make his heart do a little flip. And honestly, anything you do makes him lose his mind <3

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Leviathan

Levi's first instinct is to jerk back and create as much distance as possible 'cause living with the brothers have made him cautious of unexpected attacks. But when he realizes that you leaned into him. Into him. Levi.exe has stopped working.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Satan

Satan finds the action absolutely adorable, almost like a cat. He'll snake a hand around your waist just to nudge you more close to his side 'cause he can't get enough of the way his heart feels around you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Asmodeus

Pls he'll literally start squealing. Asmo is so happy and smug about it, he thinks its so adorable he'll start clinging to you all day talking about it. Will also definitely rub it in the brothers' faces.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Beelzebub

Probably the only one who has the most normal and heartwarming reaction. Beel's first instinct is to wrap his arm around you to tuck you into his side much like Satan. He doesn't think much of it but if someone points it out, he'll start blushing.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Belphegor

This little shit. You'd think that Belphie's probably too sleepy to even notice but he's an observant person and god does he get cocky at your little move. Later, he'll oh so casually mention it infront of the brothers just to see the jealous looks on their faces.

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[lovries]

YOU HAVE A CUTE FACE (pt. 2)

featuring. the dateables (diavolo, barbatos, simeon, solomon). (the brothers version)

summary. whilst staring at his face, you've come to the conclusion that he has a very cute face— and of course you have to let him know.

warning. gn! reader, these might be a little ooc but idk.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── DIAVOLO

Diavolo couldn't help but notice, a chuckle leaving his lips as he sets down his tea cup. He now matches your stare playfully, grinning when you bashfully look away. He laughs boisterously, "I win!" He declares, before settling down. "Now, would you like to tell me what's got you staring so hard?" He teases.

"You've got a cute face," You mumble out, and although he hears you, he can't help but tease you some more.

"What was that?" He cups his hand around his ear, making a show of leaning in to try and hear you better. You sigh, rolling your eyes. He's not sure what he's excepting, but you leaning in close to his ear, and whispering your answer to him was not it.

"I said, you've got a cute face." Your hot breath against his skin sends a shiver down his spine. He lets out a breathy chuckle, pulling away from you. He's surprised you made him blush so hard— close, intimate proximity was something he was a stranger too, yet it came so easily to you.

Seeing him blush fuels your own confidence, and you smirk, leaning against your palm. "What, don't tell me you didn't know?"

"Well, I don't think people often use 'cute' with me..." He trails off, calming his racing heart and getting his bearings back. "But I don't mind if its you." He finishes with a wink.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── BARBATOS

Barbatos is observant, he knows that you're staring at him, but he doesn't say a word as he continues to whip together the ingredients. Your lovesick gaze isn't something new, when you think he's not looking, you often gaze at him like such, still this is the first time you voiced your opinion.

"Barbatos, you have a very cute face."

Barbatos is thankful for being able to quickly recover from anything, because if you had noticed the way his stirring had paused, or the way his knee's nearly gave out, he's sure he'd be done for. He remains cool, despite the mess in his mind.

He gives you a sly smile. "Me?" When you nod, confirming your words, he chuckles. You really are most amusing. "Thank you." He sets down the bowl, turning his back to you to grab some other ingredients (and to get a moment of reprieve from your passionate gaze).

"Your welcome," You hum, and finally break away from his figure, sneaking a taste of the creamy mixture. "Hey, Barbatos... You know you already added the egg, right?" You say, noticing him holding another egg from your peripherals.

"Ah, it seems you are right..." Whilst you chuckle at his little blunder unknowingly, he begins to grow concerned on just how much a flustered mess you could truly make him if you tried.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── SIMEON

You were having a movie night with Simeon, wanting to show him some of your favorite human realm movies, but it was hard to focus when he just looked so radiant. You didn't mean to stare, but his laughter and smiles at the movie was making your stomach do flips. It wasn't long until he glanced over at you, and noticed you were staring.

"Is everything alright?" Perhaps it's some sort of angelic power, but you feel to the need to confess the truth of your reason for staring.

"You know, Simeon, you have a very cute face." After the words left your mouth, only then do you realize what you said. You try to act unphased though whilst secretly hoping for the earth to swallow you up whole.

The movie continues on in the background as Simeon gazes at you lovingly, a sheepish smile on his lips as he speaks, "You think so? I find your face very cute too," Simeon turns back to the screen, a content smile settled on his lips. "Shall we continue watching the movie?"

"Y- Yeah, yes, let's do that." However it was very hard to focus when his hand found yours under the covers, intertwining your fingers together.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ ─── SOLOMON

Solomon felt more like he was being threatened rather than admired, feeling your sharp gaze on the back of his head. He glanced around, trying to see which demon was trying to mark him as prey, when he found it was you that was staring at him. He raised a brow, before looking forward at the teacher. He pulled out his D.D.D. and sent you a text that read 'are you confused by the lesson?'

To which you reply, 'No.' and then shortly after, 'Your face is cute.'

You watch as Solomon checks your message before he has to stifle a laugh. He was the cute one? He glances back at you again, and you wave to him. He chuckles to himself, amused by you once again.

'It is, isn't it? Would you like to see it up close?' He sends yet another message, and when you check it, the bell rings. You don't reply, instead tucking your D.D.D. in your pocket. As you look up, however, there Solomon is, a smug smile on his lips.

"Well? Is it better up close?" He asks. You look over his face again, before frowning.

"Hmm... Maybe I was wrong?" Whilst anybody else would get huffy at your teasing jab, Solomon lets out another laugh, he always finds you so charming.

"You really don't hold back, do you?" You just hum, thinking that he really is cuter up close though.

﹙ thank you for reading! have a wonderful day! ﹚

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[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Covetous.

Commissioned by the very lovely, very patient @elsecrytt.

Pairing: Yandere!Satan x Reader x Yandere!Diavolo (+Lucifer) [Obey Me].

Word Count: 5.0k.

TW: N0n/C0n, AFAB!Reader, Nonconsensual Drug Use, Biting/Marking, Mentions of Blood, Degradation, Disturbing Themes, and Slight Infantilization.

You were not entirely sure how you got yourself into this situation.

Vaguely, in the flickering shadows of something much more horrific, you could remember the taste of bitter tea in a secluded nook of the House of Lamentation’s library, feel the remnants of braided rope and cutting ribbon against the skin of your wrists and ankles, but that was it – the ghosts of memories you’d already lost to the darkest corners of your mind.

The present was much clearer, albeit still shrouded in a thick haze. You knew, objectively, that you were currently sitting on the edge of a very large, very lavish bed – canopied by translucent red lace and spilling over with silk sheets and hand-embroidered pillows and delicately crocheted quilts. You were leaning against a wooden bedpost, your body slack and unresponsive, but you did your best to hold yourself upright, to keep your eyes open and your jaw locked in place. If Lucifer saw you in such a disheveled state, the lecture would’ve been endless, accompanied by plenty of anecdotes about his own all-overcoming, all-overwhelming resilience. You loved him, but he’d never been the most sympathetic lover. Poise and presentation were always his first priorities, his only priorities. If you didn’t live up to those expectations, then he couldn’t be bothered to expend the energy it would take to live with you.

You blinked once, then twice, trying not to drift any further than you already had. You were in Diavolo’s castle. That, you knew had to be true, because only a castle would have so much gold, so much silver, so much of everything luxurious and everything expensive and then a little more, just to make sure you got the point. The gold-leafed tendrils of a massive chandelier twisted and writhed in every direction above your head, ornaments of silver and bronze adorning every available surface fit to house a testament to his regal status. The only source of light was the smoldering hearth – left unattended, reduced to ashes and a few blocks of lingering charcoal. It took your eyes longer than it should’ve to adjust to the dim lighting, for your mind to recall that waking up in a strange room with a strange taste lingering on the back of your tongue was rarely ever something to be taken in stride. With a feeling of exhausted paranoia and mounting anxiety, you made more of an active effort to investigate your surroundings, but it didn’t take you very long to find something that made you wish you hadn’t.

On a rug made from the skin of some unholy creature you didn’t recognize, Diavolo and Satan were posed together, intertwined in a manner as unfamiliar as the fur they were lying on top of. Satan was on his knees, kneeling and shirtless, his blonde hair slicked back with sweat and a ruddy flush spread across his pale skin. Diavolo, for his part, was prostrated before him, his chest pressed into the floor and his legs folded painfully tight underneath him. A ragged scrap of crimson silk was wrapped around the lower half of his face, lodging itself between his teeth and cutting into his sculpted cheeks, but his hands remained unbound, locked behind the small of his back due to no restraints other than that of his own determination, a show made more impressive by the long, open cuts that’d been carved into the flesh of his back, lining either side of his spine like crudely drawn tally-marks. They were ugly things – tattered and bloody, layered over one another, some fresh and others little more than faded scars. You knew demons could heal themselves faster than humans were able to, but you couldn’t recall how quickly, whether or not Diavolo’s strength would play a factor in how much time it would take for him to piece himself back together. You didn’t know which reality you preferred: that Diavolo could heal himself and the cruelty was simply coming more swiftly than he could undo, or that this had been going on long enough for the scars to just be scars, for the violence to just be violence.

Either way, the source of the abuse was easy enough to find. In his right hand, Satan held a spiked whip, short enough to be used at close-range but not so cropped as to limit its effectiveness. Neither seemed to have noticed you yet, or if they did, they didn’t mind an unwilling voyeur. With no sense of hesitancy, of reluctance, Satan raised his whip, his hand flexing around the leather-bound grip before he brought it down, striking Diavolo with a sharp crack. In response, Diavolo offered a stifled hiss, an arched back, a new line of ragged skin and a thin, almost imperceptible trail of blood flowing from the newly inflicted injury and onto the fur rug. It was far from a compromise, but Satan seemed content, letting out an airy chuckle as he brought up a hand, tracing his fingertips over the open gash before bringing them to his lips, taking his time to swab every drop of deep scarlet away with his tongue. “Such a desperate little whore,” he muttered, barely audible from your position. “You’d do anything to deserve to bow before me, wouldn’t you?”

There was a muffled groan, as much of a nod as could be given by a man lying face-down on the floor. He tried to do something. To sit up or to simply reposition himself, it was difficult to tell, but Satan saw fit to put an end to it either way. In a fraction of the time it might’ve taken the eye to blink, his hand was on Diavolo’s shoulder, shoving him back into the fur with the kind of hair-trigger hostility you couldn’t say you’d ever seen mastered by anyone but Satan. “Did I say you could—”

You must’ve shifted, knocked against the bedpost, inhaled just a little too deeply, because before he could finish, Satan snapped in your direction, eyes wide and pupils narrowed into slits. A barbed tail flicked behind him, winding into itself before straightening once again, but Satan appeared composed – caught off-guard, sure, but otherwise unaffected. A languid grin came to rest over his lips, and slowly, almost as if he was trying not to startle you, he straightened his back, pulling away from Diavolo and receiving a muffled whine by way of protest. “I was starting to think you’d never wake up,” he called, speaking more loudly than he really had to in the confinement of the crowded bedroom. There was a nudge to Diavolo’s shoulder, a drum of pointed fingertips against skin torn raw. “Look who’s decided to join us.”

When Diavolo failed to move, Satan added, “Rise, Diavolo. You have my permission.”

With a short delay, he obeyed, unlocking his hands from behind his back and pushing himself upward, every motion stiff and jerky. He was less precise than Satan, as relaxed as his counterpart was intense. When he looked at you, he did so idly, allowing his eyes to rake over your body, over your posture, a smile slowly tugging at the corners of his mouth as his gaze rose to meet yours. Despite the blood staining his back, the open cuts that only stretched wider every time he moved, he didn’t seem to be in agony, didn’t seem to notice the way you cringed as a string of sympathetic aches raced down the length of your spine. “They really are so cute, all dolled up like that,” he muttered, making no effort to address you. “And look – they don’t even mind the robe.”

You glanced into yourself and found that, true to his words, you were wearing a robe you didn't recognize – black and velvet and lined with golden thread. The collar was loose-fitting, deep, falling to your navel before a sloppily tied belt cut it off, and the hem barely reached your mid-thigh. You couldn’t remember what you’d been wearing before, if you’d still been in your uniform or something more casual, but you didn’t think you owned anything this ornate - anything you hadn’t borrowed from Lucifer, at least. You didn’t think that, if you did have a reason to dress yourself in a robe that might’ve been worth a year’s worth of your rent back in the human realm, you’d actively choose not to wear anything underneath it.

You opened your mouth, planning to ask where it’d come from, how you’d gotten into it, for someone to tell you that the most obvious answer was not the correct one, but your voice seemed to falter before it could ever make it past your lips. You tried again, but found your head pounding, your eyes fluttering shut as you buckled into yourself. Satan only chuckled, never taking his eyes off of you as he pushed himself to his feet and came to stand at the foot of Diavolo’s bed, less than an arm’s length away. He bent at the waist, coming to loom just above you – as one would when they were preparing to talk to a small child, or explain something very simple to someone who had a very, very hard time understanding relatively straightforward concepts. “How do you feel, kitten?”

Again, you tried to say something, but it died on your tongue, drained you of your energy before you could so much as attempt to spit anything out. You let your head lull forward, but Satan only cooed, bringing up a hand to run his fingers through your hair, combing it away from your face. “I thought so. We lost you for quite a while.” His tone matched his posture – just as patronizing. The others could talk down to you, sometimes, whether it was Mammon’s bragging or Asmo’s oblivious ego or, as much as it hurt to admit, Lucifer’s ever-present condescension, but Satan was usually more willing to put himself on your level, to treat you more or less like he treated everyone else. Granted, he treated everyone like they were below him, but still. You’d learned to take what you could get, since you came to the Devildom. “Can you stand?”

Shakily, you forced yourself to nod, to grapple at the bedpost as you pulled yourself to your feet. You made it a second, maybe two before your legs began to shake, your knees buckling under your weight and sending you crumbling onto the floor. He let you fall, only watching on as you crashed into the hardwood. He left you there, too, if only long enough to stare on as you shrunk into yourself. His gaze alone was piercing, prying, intense enough to make you feel like something very small and very clumsy. Like something very overwhelmed in the face of a larger, stronger predator.

Rather than helping you up, he glanced over his shoulder, towards Diavolo – now sitting cross-legged, observing contentedly. “What do you think?”

“I think,” he started, his eyes catching on what was left of the dull firelight. “that you’re being far too mean to the poor thing. It’s not their fault your potions tend to veer towards the experimental side.”

“I only used a few drops. It wasn’t anything even a low-ranking demon couldn't have walked off.” He paused, clicking his tongue and he turned his attention back to you. “Oh, but you’re not a demon at all, are you? It’s easy to forget how far his standards have fallen.”

He bent down, offering you a hand. When you failed to take it, he took you by the scruff of your robe, instead, hauling you up and off of the floor completely when you threatened to crumble once again. Roughly, unceremoniously, you were thrown over his shoulder and carried not to Diavolo’s fur, but the plain wood in front of the hearth, where the shadows seemed to twist and ebb with wills of their own and you could still feel heat radiating from the pile of leftover ashes in waves. There was a disapproving hum, the hollow sound of bare feet against the floor, and before Satan could throw you down, a plush comforter freshly pulled from the mattress was laid on the ground where you were bound to land, soon wrapped around your shoulders while you were still too startled to feel anything but slightly irritated by the sensation of the fabric against your skin. It was still hard to linger on more than one thing at a time, to minimize the lapse between cause and effect. Not so much to think, but to link one thought to another. Satan, lurking and out of character, and Diavolo, smooth and simpering and too self-satified, weren’t doing much to help.

Satan came to kneel behind you, pulling you towards him until your back was pressed into his chest and you were lying between his open legs. Diavolo, meanwhile, settled in front of you, leaning forward and taking up your thighs in his hands. If you felt small in front of Satan, Diavolo made you feel like nothing, an insect held in the palm of a giant. It took no effort at all for him to spread your legs apart, to throw them over his shoulders and latch onto the inside of your left thigh. You let out a whine of protest, but Satan only hushed you, letting one of his arms fall around your midriff to better pin you in place as Diavolo worked. You couldn’t thrash, couldn’t resist in any way, but he seemed prepared for you to try, to want you to try. Knowing him, he wouldn’t consider it a night well-spent until he found a chance to prove how willing he was to take what he wanted from you.

You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, but there was only so much you could do to stop yourself from squirming as Diavolo trailed upward, as he latched onto your clit, suckling gently on the sensitive bud. Your mind was numb, but your body felt like an exposed nerve, all fickle electricity and probing pinpricks and unprotected tissue vulnerable to outside influence. Diavolo exploited that, lapping over your slit in long, lethargic stripes. There was a lazy fervor to it; passion, enthusiasm, but the type that was better expressed through slow movements and repetitive pleasure than any kind of haste. Diavolo’s disposition didn’t help. As composed as always, content to leave you discontent, a reptilian tail swaying idly at the base of his spine in time with the strokes of his tongue against your cunt.

His mouth was so hot, too, pure warmth sapping from his flesh and seeping underneath yours, leaving you melting on his tongue every time he found a new pattern to trace into your entrance, a new way to tease your clit. You struggled weakly in Satan’s hold, your hands shooting to his forearm and, when that obviously proved to be useless, to Diavolo’s horns, if only to try and shove him off of you, or pull him closer, or something else entirely. You weren’t sure. You didn’t know what you wanted, what you were allowed to want when you could barely put one thought behind another. You didn’t know if it mattered whether you wanted it or not, especially when neither Satan nor Diavolo had seemed to care enough to ask.

Either way, your hips bucked into Diavolo’s mouth involuntarily, your body simultaneously fighting to get away from the sensation and aching to sink further into it. If Lucifer saw you like that – oh, god, you could practically see the disdain written across his expression, disgust poorly disguised behind a patronizing mask more demeaning than the initial offense. He might attempt to say something to you, to assure you that it’s not your fault humans fall so easily to temptation, to promise that he’ll still love you even if you are a filthy animal, a weak soul suspectable to even the smallest hint of persuasion. He was prone to falling into similar mantras when he was the temptation you were falling to, when he was holding you on his lap and splitting you open on his fingers. In the moment, it was easy enough to tell yourself that it was just dirty talk, nothing worth taking to heart, but things that weren’t worth taking to heart wouldn't hurt so much when they resurfaced, wouldn’t coil in the pit of your stomach and gnaw at the back of your throat. It wouldn’t feel so akin to how Satan was looking at you, now, the blunt-pointed malice hidden just behind his eyes. It wouldn’t—

Fuck. It’d been a mistake to take your attention off of Diavolo, to let yourself drift so far from your agony’s point of origin. He’d lost interest in teasing and moved on to something more satisfying, grinding his nose against your clit while he fucked you open with his tongue. You let out a strangled whine, but that only seemed to spur Satan forward, his hold growing tighter as he reached forward, running his fingers through Diavolo’s hair. When Diavolo attempted to lean into his touch, Satan’s grip turned iron-clad, clamping down and forcing him to bury his face even deeper between your legs. You let out a sharp cry, but Satan didn’t seem to mind, only chuckling as he propped his chin on your shoulder. “He’s cute, isn’t he?” Satan muttered, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. “Always so desperate to please. You’d never think a prince would be so easily broken down.”

He made it sound like this was something unwilling, something Diavolo had been lured and coaxed and led into by Satan’s own careful guidance. From what you could see, he’d thrown himself into his degradation with enthusiasm, and Satan’s abasement only seemed to add to his excitement, his apparent need to eat you out like some wild, starving beast. In a fraction of a second, his hands had shot to your hips, pinning you down as he found a steady pace, as he finally started working towards your climax in earnest. It only took a few minutes, a few seconds before you were clenching your eyes shut, gritting your teeth and biting your tongue just to choke back the pathetic noises that threatened to spill past your lips.

Even that was an exercise in futility. Your thighs were already clenching shut around his head, your nails biting into the calloused bone of his horns as your back arched. It was almost cruel – how many times he was willing to trace his tongue around the base of your clit, how long he tried to string out your climax, only letting you rest once tears were pricking at the corners of your eyes, once your broken mewls had stretched and rose into something more akin to pained whines. Even then, It took him long, agonizing seconds to lift his head, to flaunt his slick-soaked chin and pull back far enough to break the tendril of saliva that still connected him to your drooling pussy. He blinked several times, in an almost trance-like state, then seeming to come back into his own consciousness, he flashed a grin towards Satan, not quite as cocky as he was praise-hungry and too unabashed to care if you knew it.

But, Satan didn’t chide him, didn’t respond with any of his usually hostile apathy. Rather, he offered an airy laugh, letting go of your waist just in time for Diavolo to infest the space he’d left vacant, wrapping his arms around your waist as his mouth crashed into yours, his tongue forcing its way past your lips before you could think to brace yourself. When you looked past the initial collision, he was surprisingly gentle, raking his tongue over yours, forcing you to taste yourself on him. By the time he pulled away, you were panting, dizzy, barely able to hold yourself upright. That didn’t stop him from taking you by the hips, though, manhandling your body until you were straddling Satan’s waist, until your exposed cunt was pressed against the thin leather of his pants. You could practically feel his cock pulsing through the fabric. A tight knot formed in the back of your throat, another somewhere deep in your core. You weren’t sure what it meant, but you knew you wanted to get rid of it – however you were even supposed to do that.

Diavolo lingered behind you, his hands remaining on your hips as his lips drifted to the column of your throat, then your shoulder. For whatever reason, it didn’t seem like he was able to settle on any particular spot. “What’s he like? In bed, I mean.”

Satan pursed his lips. “I thought we agreed not to talk about him.”

“You broke the rule first. Don’t think I missed that comment about a certain someone’s standards.” You felt warm breath fan over your shoulder, his easy smile coming to rest against your skin. “Just give us a little something. I’m curious.”

Satan huffed, rolling his eyes as his attention fell to his lap. While he preoccupied himself, rolling his hips against yours as he worked to undo the few barriers still restraining his cock, Diavolo went on, clearly undeterred. “I bet puts on such a show. He really does have such a soft heart, but he tries to act so callous – I can only imagine how tough he’d play at his most vulnerable.”

“As if. He’s a bleeding heart and everybody knows it.” His hands on your sides, his body shifting underneath yours. After gesturing for Diavolo to get out of the way, he laid you onto your back, remaining between your legs. “He cries when you touch him, doesn't he?”

It took you a second to realize who he was talking about, another for an achingly familiar bitter taste to spread over your tongue. “He’s mean.”

It slipped out before you realized you’d found your voice, before you could dampen the mawkish immaturity in your tone. Satan’s eyes widened, and Diavolo let out a breath of a laugh. When you lapsed back into silence, silently cursing yourself for being so careless, Diavolo encouraged you, taking your limp hand in his and squeezing softly. “He’s mean to you, pet?”

Satan was undoing the sash of your robe, now, melodically pushing the material off of your chest, letting it pool on either side of your form. You let your head lull to the side, making a half-hearted effort to weigh your options, but you were already talking. You wanted to. You needed to get something out of this, even if you’d be fishing coals out of a hearth that’d long-since burnt through everything useful. “He’s… he’s not always fair.” And then, as Satan lowered his head, pointed teeth nipping at the skin of your collarbone. “He gets too rough.”

“That does sound like him.” He was doing it, again – ebbing into that patronizing tone. “He can be terribly insensitive.”

He took a moment to nudge his pants off of his hips, to free his—

Oh.

Oh.

If he’d gotten nothing else from Lucifer, he’d inherited his older brother’s cock.

His patience, too. Your panic must’ve been visible, because Satan seemed to take a certain joy in wrapping a fist around the overwhelming girth of his base, in lining up the flushed head of his cock with your dripping entrance. There was a slight pause as he positioned himself above you – his free hand planted next to your head, his chest only a breath from yours. “Tell us what he does to you, kitten.”

It wasn’t a request, but an order. You followed it without question, desperate to distract yourself, to put something between you and the sensation of his tip pressing into you. “H-He likes it when I’m—” Your voice cut out, the air catching in your throat as he started to thrust into you – really thrust into you, bottoming out in one steady stroke. Frantically, desperately, you babbled on, only half-aware of what you were actually saying. “He likes to tie me down, and—and he never stops when I ask him to. Sometimes, i—it feels like he's trying to—”

Finally, mercifully, your voice gave out, any will of your own you might’ve held onto forced out of you as his hips crashed into yours and he pressed into something very deep and very painful inside of you. Your gaze shot to Diavolo, your expression pleading for any help he’d be able to offer, but he only met your eyes, only fell back onto his folded legs and allowed a single hand to fall into his lap, wrapping around the base of his cock. It wasn’t quite heartbreak, but it was close.

It was nearly more than you could take

You looked away as quickly as you could, but the alternative wasn’t much better – Satan, above you, disheveled blonde hair framing his face, his lips slightly parted, his pupils blown wider than you’d ever seen them. He’d never been so— he’d never been so feral, so mindless, so desperate to reach something you didn’t know if you wanted to name. If he’d been trying to restrain himself, he wasn’t trying anymore. Burying his face in the crook of your neck, he immediately fell into a near-violent rhythm, the force of his hips against yours enough to bruise.

It was more of a muted ache than any kind of pleasure – pressing into the walls of your cunt, beating at your cervix, leaving you balling at the comforter Diavolo had laid beneath your form, grappling for a scrap of stability. There was nothing to be found, of course, nor did Satan seem sympathetic to your search. If anything, he seemed dissatisfied, letting out a primal snarl as he pulled out of you completely and straightened his back. You didn’t have time to be grateful before his hands were on your hips, before you were being thrown onto your stomach, hauled onto your knees, and held there as he plunged back into you, bullying his cock into your overstimulated pussy. It was all you could do to cross your arms underneath your head, to hide your face within the self-made shelter. It was all you could do not to cry out. Knowing Satan, that only make this all so much worse.

But, Diavolo wasn’t so easily deterred. While Satan fucked into you, he moved in to claim unoccupied territory. Delicately, more so than you could trust, he took you by the chin, tilting your head back until you were staring up at him, until it was impossible to disguise the cracked mewls and jagged moans trickling from your lips. He was still jerking himself off – his strokes long and languid, making no effort to match Satan’s pace – and you half-expected him to push your head into his lap, to leave you choking on his cock until he and Satan had both gotten their fill. But, his true intentions were nearly more painful than anything you would’ve been able to dredge out of the shadowed alcoves of your mind. Lowering himself to your height, he moved to kiss you, but seemed to falter, only coming close enough for his lips to ghost over your own as he spoke.

“I thought about killing you, you know,” he muttered, taking your glossy eyes and soft, airy noises as ample proof of acknowledgment. “He would’ve been upset, but he can only stay mad for so long. A human life is already so short, a few stolen years wouldn’t really matter.”

He was quiet for a long moment, but eventually, there was a sigh, a slight shake of his head. “You’re lucky that you’re as precious to them as you are. If you weren’t, I might’ve snuffed you out before you had a chance to borrow under his skin.”

Before you could so much as think about responding, his mouth was on yours and he was kissing you violently, holding you steady as his teeth clashed against yours, as you felt his tongue invade your mouth and a throaty groan reverberate against your lips. Distantly, you were aware of Satan’s barbed tail wrapping around your thigh, of a deep growl somewhere in the distance, and then his teeth were digging into the meat of your shoulder, not as much of a love bite as it was a primal attempt to tear off a piece of you.

There was another to the curve of your neck, not quite as brutal but twice as deep, and another to the soft junction between your jaw and your throat, too high and too visible to be easily hidden. Diavolo held on for as long as he could, but you were pulled from his grasp and dragged into Satan’s sadistic embrace, forced into a kiss as clumsy as it was blood-soaked. Pointed fangs tore into your lower lip, a bruising soreness forming around the corners of your mouth, but none of it could block out the agony of his cock twitching inside of you, of his pace stuttering before falling into something chaotic and disorganized and euphoric. He bent your own body to his will, your knees nearly buckling as he fucked into you with a renewed strength, as your cunt clenched involuntarily around him and fed into his ego-driven pleasure. His mouth remained locked against yours as he reached his climax and brought you to yours with wild, feral thrusts – filling you with something warm and vile while you were unable to tell yourself you hated it.

The moment he broke away from you, you collapsed into yourself, your strength long-spent and your stamina depleted to nothing. Diavolo clicked his tongue, and more out of reflex than genuine curiosity, you looked toward him, raising your head just enough to meet his eyes. A mistake, obviously. You felt it before you could realize what was happening – smoldering and wet, thick ropes of cum soon strung over your face and chest, clinging to your skin like the remnants of some awful parasite. He was still smiling. Satan, too, when you thought to pay attention to the lips tracing over your burning skin, following the curve of your spine before finally, finally drawing back from you, pulling away just far enough for you to pretend they'd never been there at all.

Diavolo did the same, breaking into a dull simper. “Poor thing,” he cooed, reaching out to cup your cheek. “Should I ask Barbatos to run a bath?”

“That won’t be necessary.” You could hear him push himself to his feet, beginning towards the bedroom door.

“It's been so long since we've invited my brother to spend time with us. Wouldn't it be cruel to leave him out again?”

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