Doesn’t Beel canonically have a rbf too? Like that’s one of the first things they point out in his introduction 😆
I......I couldn't stop myself...
Okay but this card is sooo pretty🤌
Pretty boy Asmo🌸
Unfinished tiger beel for the year of the tiger! 🐯
their favorite places to touch you ♥︎
shoulders, he loves giving you massages and placing little kisses from them to your neck
face, he just loves looking at you he’s enthralled￼ by your beauty and just can’t look away. he usually teases you by pinching or squeezing your cheeks
hands, though it makes him nervous, he loves holding your hands and if he’s feeling bolder he may even kiss them
neck, when you sit on his lap when he reads he will sometimes rest his head in the crook of it, even if it makes you squirm he always has to kiss it
waist, he love wrapping his arms around it, pulling you closer to him, his hands constantly rest on your sides
thighs, they just look so good to him, he can’t help but always look, when you’re together he always has to squeeze them
chest￼, he loves sleeping on it and listening to your heartbeat, he also tends to trace your collarbones with his fingers
hi! could you write the brothers reacting to an mc with a surgically split tongue? i love your writing btw!!💕
OM! demon bros vs mc’s split tongue
warnings: gender neutral reader, cosmetic surgery (body mod) mention, !some nsfw!
it will depend weather you have other obvious body mods as to if he's surprised or not.
he finds it mildly interesting that humans desire to alter themselves in such ways
overal he finds it oddly endearing and would compliment you saying it suits you nicely.
if you have a sexual relationship w/ Lucifer
Lucifer plays with your body like its a finely tuned instrument, your split tongue is simply one more thing for him to use
hes quite fond of sucking on only one side at a time while making out
will make you suck on his fingers, just to have you use the two halves and work his fingers in your mouth like it were his dick
thinks its badass as fuck
lowkey I headcannon he had or does have a tongue piercing of his own
Mammon loves piercings or body mods aesthetically so he absolutely thinks youre dope as hell
if you have a sexual relationship w/ Mammon
the first time he sees it the only thought in his lil crow brain is "f u c k that's so h o t"
moans like a porn star when you go down on him
also: play with his nipples with that tongue of yours. just a pro tip <3
hes kinda confused why humans would want a split tongue and go through the pain of getting one since it can be a scary surgery
but he will also stare at it when you do things with it. won't admit it makes him feel less insecure
he has a split tongue, but not only is his tongue much longer then yours its split wayyy farther back. but he mostly hides it anyway
if you have a sexual relationship w/ Levi
the novelty is lost on him unfortunately. however, he still finds the things you can do with it hot
when the pair of you makeout its truly a unique experience
he very much enjoys it when you give him hickies, the two points of pressure from your tongue add to the experience
greatly impressed by it. not bc its unique in the devildom (split tongues on demons are not uncommon for those of reptilian nature Barbatos and Levi to name a few)
hes impressed by the devotion to the body modification.
most likely to ask you about your research before the surgery, recovery time, and any complications you experienced
if you have a sexual relationship w/ Satan
didn't find it inherently sexy at first, however
now its one of his favorite parts of your body
when hes feeling needy he'll convince you to suck him off, mainly playing with the very tip of his cock and massaging it with that split tongue of yours
first thoughts with Asmo as always are dirty thoughts but hes not a creep he'll keep them to himself.
compliments you immediately, cooing that it some how make you cuter??
Asmo is also a fan of body mods aesthetically so he will look at you with heart eyes like he wasn't already doing that
if you have a sexual relationship w/ Asmo
okay maybe he will share those dirty thoughts with you after all.
also loud while making out with you when you suck on his tongue or bite and suck on his lips with your split tongue
may sound weird but while you're marking him up pull his earlobe into your mouth and suck on it. his back with arch all nice and pretty
fascinated. can you taste more now that your tongue has more surface area since its split???
he also thinks its cool/pretty to look at
would be sad on your behalf of the food you couldn't eat while it was healing
if you have a sexual relationship w/ Beel
lets be honest he's got the best tongue of the brothers anyway so you unfortunately don't hold a candle to him
Beel's tongue is long and thick with ridges almost like a cats (made for scraping meat off bone) and the strength of the muscle is insane
he thinks it cute tho when you run it over his cock head.
and it feels nice in his mouth when he kisses you
probably calls you a masochist for getting it
hes pretty indifferent on body mods overall but he can't deny he got some dirty thoughts upon first glance
beyond teasing he doesn't comment on it
of you have a sexual relationship w/ Belphie
whiny boy when you suck him off. would try and fuck your face just to feel more of your tongue on him
will want you to mark every part of his body just to feel it
the type to press his thumb on your tongue to watch the two halves separate and slobber on him
Beel with a chubby!MC who doesn't want to sit on his back when he does push ups but when he manages them to sit on his back he notices they cannot fully relax so he goes "hey,look" and starts doing push ups with only one arm,his expression not changing in the slightest bit. You are not heavy,he reminds them.
Let the right demon in
Summary: MC in a fit of rage accidentally use the pact to cast the brothers out of the House of Lamentation, and each brother has to earn permission to enter the house.
Note: This is a headcanon fic, again a quick post so no proofread.
The concept is base on the rule of vampires, but I wanted to make this fun and since every time the brothers barge without our permission, it's time to use the pact the right way. (I want to do the funny bit of kicking you partner out of the house)
Warning: Swearing, Guilt trip, threats (the obey me way), Moody MC and Stubborn Lucifer
One too many times your door burst open by one of the brothers.
Most is Mammon, Levi and Asmo.
At other times Satan just walk in and asks about the something, with Belphie he snuck in without your permission.
At least Lucifer and Beel knock on the door, but still you can't get one hour to yourself.
So, under your tiredness and exhaustion. You accidentally use the pact to cast an order to the brothers to not enter without your permission.
However to work too well...
Because once all the brothers came home from a meeting with Diavolo, they seem to unable to enter the house. Each time they try to step in, they felt like their body being shock.
And this how you and the brothers end now, with you look at them from the window with an anger expression on your face, and all of them asking you to let them in.
"Come on MC let us in! I have a raid in five mins!" Levi yell at you, which made you head hurt more
"MC quit acting like a child and let us in!"
"No, Satan! You woke me up for you all to let you in."
"Hey! ya use the pact on us, is ain't our problem that we woke ya!"
"Yeah, and I'm sorry about that. But I think this can serve a lesson for all of you to not just walk in my room whenever you feel like it!"
"MC! once I get back in the house. You'll know what pain really is!" Lucifer warns you as he glare at you.
"I'll accept any punishment, if you all let me have the house all to myself for 12 hours, and you all have to asks to permission to come in!"
"12 hours!!" all but Lucifer scream in unison.
He does not like it one bit.
He keep screaming at you to let him in, but notice that you walk back in the house. Only to walk back out with seven bags on you.
Then you toss each bag to them, with his bag has his clothes sticking out of the bag.
Then you slam the window and went back inside.
Oh you're serious with this.
Mammon notice that Asmo and Satan walk away, leaving the five standing outside the house.
He could just go to the casino, but he doesn't to leave you alone.
So he took refuge in a nearby tree and sleep in the branch.
after sleep for five hours, Mammon notice that Beel is gone with Belphie standing by the front door.
Mammon is piss off to see that you let Beel in and not him.
So like always, to he climb to your window and looks at you with his demon puppy eyes just hoping that you notice him.
"What? ready to admit that your wrong, and you want to come in"
"This is our house dammit! so let me-"
"No wait! just.... can I come in...."
You gave him a smug smile, before opening the window for him
"See~ now was that so bad?"
"But you love me anyway"
And with that Mammon got in the house.
He was okay with it....
Until his stomach start rumbling.
So Beel walk over to the window with the clear view of the kitchen and just stare.
about four hours later, you came to the kitchen to get some water, when you saw Beel drooling and looking sad like a puppy left out on the street.
You try to give him the cold shoulder and ignore him, but you couldn't.
So, you walk over and open the window.
"Are you okay if I let you in, but Belphie stay out until he asks nicely?"
Oh that's not what he expect.
But he understand why your doing this
Belphie has been getting his way with you by sneaking in your room without you knowing it.
So he ultimately agreed and you let him in.
Sorry Belphie, but his stomach made him give in first.
He is the first one who try to beg to be let it.
Levi immediately goes to your window and knocks on it
You walk over, he smile but loses it when you drew the curtain close
Ouch that hurt him a little bit.
He leans his forehead on the glass, and start sobbing
loud enough for you to hear
You open the curtains and look at him with a frown
He looks up with only his eyes and mouthed "may I come in.... Please....."
But he didn't expect for you to bring up a paper with written demands.
He's okay with a couple of them
He bit his lip with him and groan with one on the list, that said he has to have a time limit on his gaming for one week.
Levi weigh his options
But after an hour, he agrees
You almost got a heart attack when he almost fall from the window sill trying to get his bag.
That day a little of you and Levi died that day
He does not care, remember he has to master in devildom
So, Asmo grab his bag and head straight to purgatory hall.
Once there he ask Solomon to stay for the night.
But something is wrong.
He notice that Luke and Simeon is nowhere to be seen inside the dorm
"Hi Solomon~ where's the angels?"
"Hm? Oh they left for some reason. Actually I'm glad that your here. I couldn't possible finish the dinner I made- Asmo?"
Asmo didn't need to hear all of that to know that he needs to get the fuck out of there.
He was on his knees begging to be let in.
You just look at him, while ignoring a bratty Belphie staring at you from the distant.
"Please~ darling! you wouldn't let your favorite demon out in the cold, now would you?"
"It's fucking July Asmo!" Mammon yell from inside the house.
"Say the magic words~"
"Please, may I come it. And I won't barge in your room whenever I feel like it"
You gave him pity and let him in.
He cheer and skip right it.
He actually finish the 12 hours.
Satan went to one of his connection and stayed there for the night.
As he comes back to the house, he notices that Lucifer is still standing right on the spot when he last saw him
Satan walk pass him with a smug smile on his face and right to the front door
He knocks and you answer the door.
"Hi MC. May I come in?"
You smile and let him in.
Well that was easy. He though to himself
He both loves and hates this whole arrangement
But he sleep it off.
After four hours of sleep in the porch, he wakes up and notice that Beel is gone.
He circles around the house and saw through one of the windows Beel eating inside the house.
Beel saw Belphie through the window looking at him and mouthing traitor.
Beel sink into his chair in guilt
Belphie marches to the front door and start demanding to be let in.
He gave up after three attempts and walk away
Only to see Asmo on spot where he was standing bagging to be let in.
He stare at you with a deadpan look, but you ignore in and let Asmo in.
He walks up back to the front door with pillow in hand looking like a kid trying to be cute.
You can see right through him.
"Playing innocent, won't work on me Belphie."
"I'll kill you again."
"What was that?"
"Please let me in, I promise to text you if I want to cuddle with you for now on"
"Well.... at least its a start."
You open the door and let him in.
Will not move or go anywhere.
If he ask to be let in, it hurts his pride
If goes to the castle and ask to stay the night, it just prove your point which means it hurts his pride.
This is his house dammit!
You can't get to tell him to asks permission to be let in back in his own house.
So he stood there with his bag near him, as he watches one by one his brothers begging to be let in.
A small part of him lose some respect for them.
But then a again he seen worst from them
After seeing smug Satan walk pass him and let in easily.
He notice that he was the last one outside, and you saw.
After a hour has pass when Satan walk back in the house.
You lean on the door frame, and look at Lucifer standing with his arms cross and stir look in his face.
"All you have to do is ask Lucifer. Honestly I would've let you in first if you asks nicely"
He didn't say anything
"Come on~ I miss you being in here"
He raise a brow to that.
"It's so lonely without your anger ass in here~"
He start to soften up and slowly walk over to the front door with bag on hand.
You look at each other, and you gave him a close eyes smile.
"Will you accept any punishment, with no talking out of it"
He sighs and chuckles
"May I come in?"
You gave way for him, now he's turn to smile at you. Knowing that you just gave him his power back over the house.
He immediately grab your wrist and drag you to his room
Honestly, you just gave him this since it will literally forever for him to just asks to be let in.
Note: I know that I'm bias for a certain peacock :p
This was fun to write though :D
I know that Satan's part was short, but honestly he would've just waited for the 12 hours to be up.
Obey me!Memes #88
Beelzebub trains...to be able to hold his twin,His Human and his chihuahua child...all at once
𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐘 𝐌𝐄! 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐬
More Beel 🧡
Replaced AU but they fucking talk
MC: Yo Satan wanna hang out? It's been a while.
Satan: Actually, Exchange Kid and I were going out in an hour so I can’t.
MC: Satan, can we talk about something?
Satan: Sure, what is it?
MC: Lately you’ve been hanging out with Exchange Kid quite a lot, of course that isn’t a problem, but sometimes it feels like I am being left out, you all hang out together all the time and I am left alone and it makes me feel really bad. Also I barely see you lately and I would really like for us to go somewhere like we used to. I am not saying you can’t have your friends and hang out, it just feels like you can make time for everyone but for me. It makes me feel like I am being replaced and it’s making me feel terrible.
Satan: Is that how you feel? I am very sorry MC, I had no idea.
MC: It’s okay.
Satan: No, seriously, you’re right. I didn’t realize I was leaving you behind. But I promise it wasn’t on purpose and I would never replace you for anyone. I care about Exchange Kid and you equally so please don’t feel less.
Satan: Also, you have to tell me when you are feeling like this. If I had known sooner I would have started measuring times so no one would feel left out. Sometimes I do and say things that can be hurtful without realizing, so please, next time I make you feel bad, let me know. You can tell me everything.
MC: Yeah, you’re right. You couldn’t have guessed what was going on in my mind. Next time I’ll talk sooner. And you can tell me everything too, you know?”
Satan: Of course. Anyway, wanna come with me and Exchange Kid today?
On my knees begging.. I can’t find that fanfic where Solomon enchanted a dildo/pocket pussy to feel like you/your favorite demon. I need it for.. research purposes.
this work is explicit nsfw. MINORS, AGELESS OR BLANK BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED, so please do not interact. thank you.
content warning: fem!afab!reader, oral (f! receiving)/cunnilingus, mating press, biting, slight size kink, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, cum eating, creampie (practice safer sex!), really messy and kinda filthy, kinda excessive use of 'baby' as nickname but well. it's beel and he's baby.
beelzebub radiates the warmest sort of energy you've ever encountered. there's something so inviting about him, something innate that despite his intimidatingly large stature, his dangerously strong build, there's a sweetness that's undeniable and warm, unequivocally safe.
he all but drowns you in his hugs, wrapping around you so wholly that no negativity can possibly escape you, melting instead in the security of the circle his arms make, just for you. you love it, he loves that you do, because he loves you so much he can't help the affection that surges in his chest and makes him want to squish you to himself, mold you to him until he's satisfied. (he'll never be satisfied, but he's considerate and he remembers you're human and need to breathe.) the satisfied smile that graces your beautiful face when he embraces you, scoops you up into his big arms, a fond, gooey sort of look in your eyes as you settle into his muscle, cheeks squished into his chest or his arms or his own cheeks - there's nothing else like it, there's nothing else that warms his heart so.
he can be clumsy at times, but he would never hurt you. he's aware of his size and he does his best to never lose control of his strength lest he cause you pain - he could never live with himself if he did, and he appreciates your constant soothing of his worries, always reassuring him that you're okay, that you like when he takes control sometimes, when he carries you easily or holds you impossibly close because he can't bear to be away from you for too long.
there is only one way he comes close to losing control, undoubtedly, every time.
it always starts innocently enough, which leads him to believe that you know exactly what you're doing to him, driving him crazy and teasing at him to go as wild as he'll allow.
you bat your pretty lashes and there's a lovely little sparkle in your pretty eyes. you reach up on your tiptoes to kiss him - you have to, though he'd never let you do all the work - he meets you halfway and leans down to catch your lips, all too happy to comply. you're both smiling into it, your hands on his hips and his cupping your jaw perfectly, the other squeezing your waist.
you sigh happily, hum before you deepen it, tongue tracing over his lips to lick the sweetness off - from him or the dessert you'd shared you aren't sure - and he opens his mouth for you, lets you explore a path you've taken too many times to count.
when you part, you're breathless, that telltale glint in your eyes, that knowing smirk.
"your room?" you ask, innocently enough, but that look says otherwise, that little smile.
beel thinks his brain short-circuits - you always have that effect on him - so he takes a moment to think. belphie's staying in the attic tonight, probably along with levi and mammon, who have come over for game night, speaking of which - "the others are still waiting for us to bring the snacks." he pouts a little bit, he can't help it. he loves his brothers, too, and he knows belphie gets a little cranky when he has to be around the other two more rambunctious ones for too long without beel to neutralize the energy - or his favorite snack.
but you pull his hips back towards yours by his belt loops and he loses his train of thought - he really loves when you do that.
you press your lips to his neck, to the edge of his jaw. "i'll text mammon to take them up instead." you don't bring up that they should be used to your antics by now, and shouldn't have even trusted the two of you alone with the task in the first place. it's no doubt that one of them will come running down in a few more minutes, griping about how you're taking too long. "okay?" you finish with a peck to his lips.
his hands come back to your waist, and he nods, smiling into your lips. "yeah," he says, because it makes sense; mammon would do anything you asked him to - beel would, too, and always does - and well, you'd asked something of him, too, after all.
"beel?" you remind him, lifting your leg up over his hip and pressing in closer, bringing the heat of your center ever closer to where excitement stirs in his pants. your arms wrap around his neck and his hand automatically circles around your thigh to steady you, sliding up to squeeze at your ass out of instinct. you giggle between kisses as he lifts you up in his arms, your fingers tracing at the muscles that flex in wonder. "your room or mine?"
he lets you kiss along one corner of his lips to the other before answering, absolutely enamored by you and the intimate little ways you show your love for him. "my bed is bigger," is all he says before he scoops you up in one smooth motion and carries you out of the kitchen.
beel thankfully makes it to his room out of sheer instinct after living in the house for hundreds of years, because you hardly let him breathe, much less look to see where he's going. he reciprocates your kisses in kind, relishes your sweet little hums of satisfaction, groans a little himself when you scratch at his scalp and tug gently at his hair in that way he absolutely adores. he practically kicks his door open, holds you up against the back of it so he can grind his hips into yours a little more comfortably.
you sigh at the contact, the slow drag of pressure over your clothes, the pleasure pooling where you need his touch the most. "yes," you breathe, so sweetly, and he loves how vocal you can get for him, because you know he's always been a little shy, and your reassurance means the world to him. you tighten your legs around his waist and pull him closer, shoulders pushing back against the door. he buries his nose into your neck, nuzzling into the softness of your skin, one hand coming up to squeeze at your chest. you whine his name at that, elicit a responding groan as he digs his hips deeper into your own, until you can surely feel how his cock throbs for you, even through your multiple layers of clothing, the outline of it only thickening with your heat, the friction.
"oh, baby," you breathe, right by his ear, and that nickname, the way you say it, with a little flourish on the vowel - winds something up so deep inside him, and his chest starts to ache with an altogether different type of hunger.
he's on his knees before you know it, kissing his way quickly down your body. you squeak a little in surprise when you realize it, but your attempts to tug him back up to you are fruitless. he doesn't even let your feet touch the floor, ripping your underwear easily and settling your legs over his broad shoulders.
"oh," you say when he peeks up at you, licking his lips. your fingers are at the hem of your skirt, pressing the fabric over your core, suddenly shy due to his eagerness. your cheeks are rosy, adorable, lips irresistibly bitten pink and slightly swollen from his attention, his constant desire to taste from you. he runs his tongue over his sharper canines, nips playfully at the plush of your thigh over his shoulder.
"wanna taste you, baby, please?" beel asks nicely, trying to be polite despite the overwhelming need deep in his gut, well past hunger - he's sure his eyes are glazed over with it, watery with his desire. he can smell you just inches away from his face, can practically feel how wet you already are without touching you, can just anticipate how good you would feel on his tongue, in his mouth.
you reach down to touch his cheek, smiling lightly. he grins back, toothy and eager, and your hand drifts up over his forehead, tracing his eyebrow before moving further back, to the top of his head. his smile widens when you give his hair a tentative tug and then nod, opening your legs even wider.
your hand is just a little too slow at revealing yourself to him, so he helps you slide the hem of your skirt up from your hips even faster, making you hold it up against your stomach so you can see each other.
he thinks he salivates a little when he sees that he was right, you're soaking.
he realizes he does salivate when he feels it drip a little down his chin.
when he looks up at you, you're giggling fondly into the back of your hand, though there's a pinch to your brow that he knows exactly how to assuage.
beel tries to start slow to get you accustomed to the feeling of his tongue against your slit, he really does, but he's always been energetic when he's excited and usually that had to do with eating - and it applied to this, too.
he circles your clit with the tip of his tongue before delving further, earning him a generous tug to his hair and a groan that's music to his ears. he slides his tongue between your folds, gathering your slick and applying pressure where he knows you're sensitive, before diving even deeper and slipping the tip of his tongue into your entrance. he can't get enough of you, eyes rolling back a little when you gush even more right into his mouth, when his teeth bump your clit softly as he swallows and savors your taste and your hips buck on their own.
beel hums in approval, opens his mouth a little more and sticks his tongue out for you to use, but then getting too impatient when you're already weak, panting and whimpering. he takes matters into his own hands, grips your ass and fucks you on his tongue, slow and steady, watching in rapture as your eyes squeeze shut and you all but cry his name, your fingers finding purchase on his arms and clawing into his biceps in a way that he's sure will leave marks, despite the barrier of fabric.
oh, he loves you.
"b-beel, beel, f-fuck, oh, baby- feels good, s-so good." you're not saying anything in particular, nothing meaningful, but it spurs him on, your voice is so angelic when you're trying not to scream his name, when it's so filled to the brim with your pleasure.
you're squirming in his hold, so he gives you a firm squeeze and pulls back, his chin all but dripping with your slick. he licks his lips happily, lets you take a moment of respite and presses a soft kiss to your clit before smiling up at you. "try to stay still, okay?"
you nod dumbly, mind lost to chasing your high, but still grinning at him lovingly and giving him a weak pat to the top of his head. "'kay."
beel kisses the inside of your thigh before getting back to the task at hand, laying his tongue flat over your clit as he works a thick finger into your entrance. it sinks in easily, and he hums in wonder, mesmerized when he pulls it back and shoves another in without much more resistance, fingers coming away thoroughly wet with you. he watches the way your slick clings to them and strings them together before licking them clean, and pushing them back into your waiting cunt.
you clench around him instantly this time, hands closing into fists over his sleeves, your head falling back against the door. "baby, relax, i got you," he soothes, kissing over your mons, nipping at your hip.
"beel,” is all you can manage, already sounding wrecked. he can't help but smirk a little at that, can't help but take a moment to adjust his pants, though it gives him little relief.
he massages at your walls until you loosen up completely, the picture of patience. he has all the time in the world, after all, and he couldn't think of a better way to spend it than to be on his knees between your legs. when you start to pull at his hair again to keep going, he doubles his efforts and deepens his stroke, circles your clit with his tongue.
there's no hope of you staying still now, but he doesn't mind in the least. he encourages the rolls of your hips with greedy little hums of approval, from deep within his chest, intoxicated by your taste. he flattens his tongue firmly over your swollen clit and lets you grind into it, his fingers pistoning in and out of your cunt in a way that has your back arching against the door, thighs closing around his head, body winding tight with pleasure.
beel closes in on your sensitive clit, pulsing so enticingly on his tongue. he suctions his mouth around the bud, flicking his tongue at it before sucking it into his mouth, and that's all it takes for you to cum, releasing more of your lovely juices to him, dripping out into his hand and his mouth and throbbing so nicely around his fingers, hips and thighs twitching and spasming in his hold.
he licks you clean like a gentleman, slurping up all he can between your folds despite your weakened protests that you're too sensitive, but you're powerless to stop him especially as you're coming down.
still he doesn't let you stand, maneuvering you to sit comfortably in his arms and then depositing you gently on his bed. he pulls his shirt off, watching the possessive linger of your eyes over every inch of muscle and skin he exposes, his chest puffing out a little with pride. you make just enough room for him back between your legs, so he crawls over to you, lets you kiss him silly, until he feels like his knees might go weak.
you tug your shirt off in between languid kisses, only pulling apart for breath and to abandon another article of clothing. his pants come next, your skirt, his underwear, until you're both fully bared, and he's latched onto your chest, licking at one of your nipples and pinching at the other as he ruts lazily into the mattress, your fingers combing through his hair and pulling deliciously.
you pull him back up towards you for another kiss - long, sweet, lingering. he lets you steal his breath and make him dizzy, lightheaded with nothing but love and the all-consuming urge to pleasure you completely. you giggle a little into the next one, this one short, sweet, nibbling on his bottom lip as your hand finds his neglected length and gives him a firm but gentle squeeze.
"love you so much, beel," you half-whisper, blissed out and lovely, his head falling onto your shoulder as you grip his cock tighter and start stroking. your fingertips don't touch, but you twist your fist and earn a stuttered sigh of your name.
he lifts his head up just to breathe against your lips that he loves you more, his arms trembling with the effort of keeping him from collapsing on top of you, but he stays, he's strong, he can do anything he needs to stare at your pretty face for as long as he wants. your mischievous little smile, that blissful light in your eyes, is everything to him.
"beel," you say, soft and sultry, a siren in his bed, wrapped around him so snugly. "fuck me like you mean it."
he pulls back a little to look at you, surprised.
your smirk is dangerously seductive, eyes glinting so enticingly he's so sure the most powerful succubus in the devildom has absolutely nothing on you. you stare back at him evenly as you line him up to grind against your pussy still wet with your release and his spit, jolting a little when the head of his cock bumps your sensitive clit. but you grin through it, wrap one leg around his waist and coax his hips into rolling against you, through the heaven your slick is.
"i don't-" he huffs in a breath at how good you feel, how inviting your pussy is even without him fully sheathed in it. "i don't wanna hurt you, baby." his body encompasses you fully, covers you completely from head to toe, and with one false move he could crush you, but you look at him like you wouldn't mind that one bit, only pulling him closer and grinding back against him more insistently.
"beel, you could never hurt me." your eyes are serious, your touch gentle and reassuring when you stroke his cheek. "i trust you completely."
his chain dangles over your chin, the metal glittering in the lamplight of his room, a pretty contrast to your skin. you tilt your head up a little, tongue slipping out to catch it in your mouth, teeth baring when you bite at it.
beel doesn't think he's ever seen anything sexier.
something flares up inside him and bursts, and he just wants you, he wants your walls clenching around his cock the same way you did around his fingers, he wants you more than anything he's ever wanted in his life. he knows how good you feel and how perfectly he fits between your legs and it's a wonder he's not constantly in that position; he's starving for you in a way he's never been for anything else.
he has half a mind to prep you still, knowing even two fingers isn't enough in comparison to his cock, and there's still that thought in the back of his mind that he'd hurt you. he stretches one of your legs out and up, to hook over his shoulder once more, spreading you fully open for him, and he shoves his fingers back inside you, adding a third when you whine for more.
and still, you writhe against his bed, half-whispering that you need him, need more, need his cock. it drives him crazy, drives him to line himself up and finally, finally push into your needy cunt, stretching you even further. your back arches, you hold onto him for dear life, clawing at his back. he hisses at the sting, but it's forgotten almost immediately as he inches himself in.
the fit is so snug, he has to pull back before pushing back in further. you're heaven, he's sure of it, it's in the glazed look in your eyes, the dazed smile you give him as you whisper for him to keep going, how good he feels. you're heaven, he knows, because he's been there, he's fallen from it, but he doesn't remember it ever being as good to him as you are.
he's sure the stretch burns for you, but you grind back against him reassuringly, eyes rolling back when he finally bottoms out.
"fuck, beel," you whine as he readjusts and moves your other leg over his shoulder, making him hit even deeper somehow, undoubtedly brushing your cervix and making you see stars.
"i love you." beel turns his head to kiss at your knee, bending down despite the awkward angle to kiss you square on the lips.
you smile back at him, warm and happy, if not a little bleary, and nod at him to start moving.
beel doesn't need any more prompting. he positions his hands on either side of your head, muscles flexing with the effort of holding himself up and controlling his strength. he winds his hips back and pushes back into you, slowly at first, deep and sensual. you're scrabbling at anywhere you can find purchase - his arms, his back, the sheets beneath you, making a mess of it all, and he loves watching you lose yourself in him, in the way only he can make you feel. every time he pulls back, it's like you're sucking him back in, the wet heat of your walls too good to be without for too long.
he finds his rhythm and steadies himself on one hand, the other on your waist, keeping you in place so he can fuck you in earnest, hard and fast and proving his strength, every plunge of his cock bouncing you a little higher on the bed, the room filling with the lewd sounds of your slick, of your moans pitching higher. he watches his chain bump along your clavicle, glittering in the light, watches your tits jiggle with the force of his thrusts, licks his lips and leans down without pause to bite at your supple flesh, so warm and soft and lovely in his mouth, so satisfying to sink his teeth into. you whine and claw at him, but by the way you tug at his hair and whimper for him to keep going, he knows you like it, knows you'll wear his marks on your skin with pride.
you pull him flush to your chest by his shoulders, arms wrapping around his neck and body tensing, cunt clenching around him, and he can tell you're close. he kisses you fully, uncaring that it's messy, mostly teeth and tongue and spit, hand drifting from your waist to slide between your bodies. he can't help but slip his fingers between your folds, brushing over where you're connected, at the mess you've both made, wet and sticky, before finding your clit. the pads of his fingers slip a little, you're so wet, but he presses in and rubs determinedly into the swollen bud until you're overwhelmed with pleasure and you're gasping and moaning that you're cumming, you're cumming, he's so good to you, so big, it feels so good, that's it, right there, you love him, you love him so much.
beel meets every praise and cockdrunk babble with a particularly deep thrust, his heart swelling. you gush around him, walls pulsing and clenching out more of your release, and he loves when he glances down and sees the beautiful mess you've made, the ring of your mixed juices around the base of his cock as he fucks you through your orgasm. with a stuttered gasp of your name he's cumming too, driving himself as deep into your cunt as he can, coating your walls in his release. the feel of it makes you whine as you take every hot pulse of it, makes you hold him to you tighter, as if you aren't already as close as you could possibly be.
"oh, beel," you sigh dreamily, your breath tickling his ear. it makes him chuckle breathlessly and press his lips to your jaw.
he settles down with heavy breaths, your legs falling unceremoniously from his shoulders. he sits up on his knees, and you beam up at him, looking dazed and joyful, eyes half-lidded with exertion. "you're beautiful," he says, a little bit in disbelief, but partly unsurprised, because of course you are, you always are. even with sweat sticking your hair to your face, spit drying on your chin (that he could probably be blamed for), red and purple blooming along your collar, your chest - you're perfect, perfect for him.
your grin is ridiculously cute. "cuddle me," you demand playfully, holding your arms out for him.
he can feel how goofy and big his smile is, but he can't help it if he tried. he pulls out slowly, watches entranced at the syrupy drip of his cum out of your cunt, brings his fingers up to slide through your folds and push it back in.
"beel," you admonish, but there's no real bite to it, and the little shiver that runs through you at his movements makes him eye you curiously.
he pauses. and dives back in between your legs.
beel holds your thighs open when you try to clamp them closed in surprise, burying his nose in your clit and slurping up the mess you've both made. your fingers instinctively pull at his hair, and you squirm from oversensitivity, but he's intoxicated, addicted to your taste and his combined, the slow, steady throb of your cunt. he pushes his fingers in again, scoops out more of his cum as he flicks his tongue at your clit, and soon he has you cumming again, clenching out even more of your juices. it's as mesmerizing as it is filthy, and he groans in satisfaction, rutting into the mattress, the vibrations of his deep voice sending shocks through your body.
when he looks up again, you're even more dazed, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. your smile is lopsided, a little tired. "cuddles, baby," you remind him, grabbing hold of his arms this time to ensure he complies before getting distracted again.
beel makes his way back up to you with a grin, swiping at his sullied chin haphazardly before settling in behind you. he wraps his arms around your waist, relishes the feel of you against his body, how warm and soft you are, how perfectly you fit into his embrace.
you glance at him over your shoulder, a knowing sparkle in your eye. "you don't have to stop, you know." you wriggle your hips a little, until you're rubbing the cleft of your ass along his still-hard cock.
he groans, deep inside his chest, a feral sort of sound akin to a growl.
it takes no time at all to lift up your leg and sink himself back into your cunt, your gummy walls fit to his cock like you were made for him. he squeezes at your breasts all the while, rolling your nipples in his hands before one of them drifts between your legs again. he kisses and nips at your neck, your shoulder, looking down to watch his cock disappear inside you, wayward hand alternating between pressing into your stomach on particularly deep thrusts to intensify the feeling of him carving into you, and sliding through your folds on either side of his cock.
your hand comes around to grip at his hair, the other circling his wrist over your chest until you can lace your fingers together. he ruts into you languidly, until you're squeezing your thighs together for more friction and his fingers find your abused clit once more, hips winding back against him even as you whimper in protest that you can't take another one.
"you can, baby," beel whispers into your ear, nibbling on the lobe before kissing at the spot and making you shiver. "you can do it, want you to cum on my cock again."
"f-fuck, beel-!!" your hands scrabble at his one on your clit, rubbing so quickly over the bud it's practically vibrating, and you lose that thought because you're cumming again, your orgasm crashing through you and making your body convulse against him. your walls twitch around his cock, squeezing so tight it almost pushes him out, so he pauses his hips until you come down.
"good girl," beel soothes, pride in his voice. he kisses your shoulder tenderly, smiling to himself at how fucked out you are, your strength zapped from however many orgasms he's given you, even he's lost count, your hands laying limp on the mattress in front of you as you catch your breath. if he had his way, he'd never stop, caught up in how you look when you're all blissed out and nothing but pleasure is on your mind, the waves of it going through your body - but he considers, again, that you're human and can't handle as much as he can, as much as he's willing to give you, but you do more than enough.
which you're always trying to prove, much to his amusement and sometimes, dismay - he never wants to hurt you, but sometimes you like to push both your limits.
you're mumbling something, fingers finding his again, kissing at his knuckles.
you huff, but you enunciate clearer, slightly muffled by his fingers as you speak against the pads of them. "want you to cum inside me again, beel, i can take it."
he actually chuckles, and you turn your head to face him just to frown at him. "that's not what you were saying a second ago," he points out innocently, trying to straighten your pout with his fingers, but it only deepens with his statement. he sighs. "baby, you're gonna be sore tomorrow." he pouts back, brows furrowing in concern.
you move away from him, rolling onto your front and effectively disconnecting him with a sharp breath. "don't care," you say with that dangerous little gleam in your eye, smirking at him, cheek pressed against the pillow. "do you know how hot you are? come fuck me." you lift your hips a little and wiggle your ass in the air. "please," you add as an afterthought, with an irresistible little laugh.
he can't help but reach over and give your ass a light smack. you're gonna be the death of him, he's sure.
beelzebub has always treated you gently, like the finest porcelain, all too aware that he's exponentially stronger than you, that there's always that possibility that he could actually break you. you love that he does, love when he dotes on you and takes the most tender care of you, always putting you first - but you toy with that notion constantly, push him to his limit when you're feeling bold and especially needy.
there's nothing gentle about how he sheathes himself back inside you and starts pounding into you, supporting your weakened knees by holding you in place by your hips, raised from the bed perfectly to his height. you bury your face into the pillow beneath you to muffle your pleasured screams as he loses himself in your cunt, pummeling into you with a ferocity he never associates with you, his grip on your hips bruising. he grunts with each thrust, hypnotized by the mess between you, by the mix of his cum and your slick coating his cock and dripping a little bit onto the bed beneath you every time he pulls out, the obscene squelch when he shoves himself back in you, by the little jiggle of your ass cheeks when his hips hit the plump flesh harshly, the delectable curve of them enough to make his mouth water.
it's almost like you sense when he's close, when the coil of pleasure deep in his stomach winds tightest, and you turn your head away from the pillow to breathe deeply, one hand fisting at the sheets and the other reaching back for him. beel bends forward so you can clutch at him, drawn to you so easily, hips never faltering as he presses his chest to your back, admiring the pretty arch of it, your muffled little moans. he grinds into your ass, kissing and biting at your shoulder, your back, dragging his teeth along your skin and making you whine and push more of your flesh into his mouth and - he cums with a guttural groan, bitten off into the spot where your shoulder meets your neck. his hips slow to a stuttered roll as he empties himself into your greedy cunt, his cock jumping with every spurt, your walls squeezing at him until he's spent.
but he doesn't forget about you, he never will. his hand slides back between your legs, and he rubs incessantly at your clit for the umpteenth time, hips still grinding lazily in the aftershocks. you whimper and jolt underneath him, trapped beneath his body, but you don't even have the strength to protest your oversensitivity, giving in to your orgasm instead. this time it's not as intense, letting you melt into it drowsily, body twitching weakly along with it.
beel catches his breath for a moment, kissing whatever part of you he can reach, before pulling out regretfully. once again his gaze lingers between your legs, at the slow drool of his cum out of your battered cunt, pooling on his sheets. blinking the haze from his eyes, he resists the urge to slide his fingers through it again, knowing that if he starts, he won't be able to stop, and it seems that you've finally reached your limit.
as soon as he lets you go, you fall limp, and he's at your side in an instant, cradling you into his arms and pressing soothing kisses to your face. "how are you feeling, baby?"
you giggle weakly. it comes out breathy, tears pinching out of your eyes when they close, and he's just about to grow even more concerned when you pat at his pec dismissively. "really fucking good, beel." he kisses your nose, each of your eyelids. "really fucking good."
he chuckles, but furrows his brow when he clocks the extent of the marks on your neck and shoulders, the deeper colored ones littered across your chest and the very distinct one in the shape of his teeth, right at the junction of your neck and shoulder. "i'm sorry," he pouts, skimming over some of the marks, pulling you closer to kiss at them.
you laugh again, opening your eyes and grinning at him sleepily. "i liked it." your hand comes up to cup his jaw, thumb soothing over his skin. "i loved it." you lean up to kiss him fully, soft and sweet, your tongue moving along his languidly, appreciating his taste (like you, and like him, and something sweet that always lingers). "you know you don't always have to be gentle with me, right?"
"i know, but," he pauses to kiss your nose again, "i don't like when you're in pain."
you smile sweetly, wrapping your arms around his middle and squeezing him tight. "you're so sweet to me, i don't know what to do with you sometimes." you peck at his jaw, that gooey, sparkly look back in your eyes, the one that makes him melt, the one that makes him feel like you're the only thing that matters to him, because you look at him like he is, too. "i love you, handsome." you wink at him, and he feels his face flush a little, despite it all.
"i love you more." you kiss him once more, like you can't help it, before tucking your face into his neck, molding into his hold again like his body was made for you.
"i'll love you most if you run a bath for us," you say into his neck, breath tickling his skin.
beel laughs, deep and joyful, and he feels a little bit like he's floating. "yes, ma'am."
Okay I have some age headcanons actually (Obey Me! Everyone except Solomon)
- Lucifer is obviously actually the oldest and most powerful, but I like to think he was maybeeee about Luke's age when their father made Mammon (AKA the perfect age for an older sibling to become enamored with the new arrival)
- So when Mammon needed to get trained, Lucifer would have been the perfect age to do that (and he does <3)
- Levi is also literally younger than Mammon, but not by very much— since they're p much immortal, Levi would probably catch up to Mammon, who's kid sized when Levi is born, and absolutely wigged out about it. Like, that's a baby!! What the heck! That's cool!! He wants to help!
- And Lucifer would have maaaybe been a teenager, starting to get more responsibility as an archangel in the wings, but still having enough time to watch his little brother be absolutely enthralled with his new responsibility
- Levi absolutely spits water in Mammon's face as an early demonstration of his powers and little Mammon is so excited to tell Lucifer
- Oh, also Leviathan and Lord Diavolo are probably of similar ages by the art logic since in the baby event, we see in the card art a clearly teen Lucifer with a clearly kid Diavolo
- Oddly enough though, Barbatos feels like he should be older than all of them considering he basically raised Diavolo, but that art makes him look like he's younger than Mammon
- So I'd put Barbs at between Mammon and Levi's ages, with Dia probably being a little younger than Levi
- Obviously Satan was born last and much later
- Asmo would be kid sized when Levi's a teen, I think, with the twins being toddler sized when Asmo is kid sized
- Simeon and Lucifer are probably the same age, with Simeon possibly being a little younger, though I don't think it'd make that much of a difference, y'all know their vibe (Simeon has clearly known Lucifer for most of his life, if not all)
Bonus: Simeon was a slightly younger young man when Luke came about, and he wasn't sure what it was about him, but he was already fond of the little one <3
- Toddler Luke definitely was already showing signs of wanting to learn and be a good angel
(Oh god why do I want to draw the family photos as they grow up, someone stop me)
MC turns into a kid x Obey me characters pt. 1
Pt. 1 - demon brothers
Pt. 2 - others
<it’s Solomon’s fault>
MC was hanging out with Solomon while he was working on a new potion and he basically needed a guinea pig <3. You drank it like a fool and poof! Your clothes hanged off of you covering you whole. Even the chair was higher than you. Solomon brought you to the house of lamentation/ demon lords castle/ purgatory hall (depending on the character). You had to stay small and helpless for a few days until Solomon tried to fix it.
When he saw Solomon with a tiny human in his hands he was shocked. He thought Solomon stole a child but then he realised it was you
You did the grabby hands at him and he took you from Solomon. The way that this man looked at him was terrifying but when he noticed that his aura made you scared he calmed down and decided to deal with him later
He made sure to keep you close to him and after a day you started following him like a baby duck. You grabbed onto his clothes often hiding from others behind his coat
He kinda liked taking care of a small human especially since it was you. He was kinda sad when you got back to normal but he was also thankful he didn’t have to protect you from becoming a snack anymore
“MC I’m so glad you’re back” he hugged you so hard when you came to the house like you used to
When he saw you his eyes lit up at your cute little face, he tried not to show it but he failed. He would often sit you in his lap while you watched movies and occasionally pinches your cheeks
100% makes you help with his schemes because no one can say no to you. Let’s just say he made a lot of money in that week
Watches over you as you sleep cause you’re so damn adorable. Carries you on his back often and feeds you noodles
After you get turned back he still keeps it a habit to pinch your cheeks sometimes
He laughed when he found out what had happened but when he saw you tear up thinking he was laughing at you (he was but you thought it was in a mean way <3) he got worried and tried to calm you down
Would keep you in his room and teach you how to play games but you just ended up munching on the controller
Carries you around with his tail because he noticed that you always liked to play with it. Watches anime with you but you always dozed off in the middle of the episode
Didn’t let any of the brothers near you.
After you turned back, when he wasn’t a hot mess he let you cuddle with his tale when you fell asleep in his room
Thought about how it would be fun to prank Lucifer with it and asked Solomon how to make it-
You always held onto his pants which made him slightly annoyed because his movement was limited but before he could lose it he just picked you up
Reads stories to you every night while you lay on him. He would stroke your hair and after you fell asleep he treated you like a cat —> no move when friend asleep on you
After you turned back he kept reading to you and realised that child you and grown you fall at the same amount of time when being read to
When he saw you he automatically grabbed your face and squished it.
Buys a whole stroller cause he doesn’t feel like carrying you and your little legs get tired while shopping with him. You often fell asleep and he used you for devilgram pictures
Dresses you up every day, does your hair and gossips with you. He wanted to do your makeup but you kept wiggling when he touched your face with brushes etc.
So many pictures.
After you turn back he is disappointed because he can’t use you for likes anymore he has no use for all the things he bought
He thought you were a snack for him- when he went to munch on you he noticed it was actually you and he stopped himself
Carries you either on his shoulders when his hands are free or just under his arm if he has to carry other stuff
Feeds you. Like all the time. Every snack he gets he shares with you he is like a dad that didn’t want a dog and then feeds it secretly under the table
Very protective of you like you were actually his little sibling <3 after hanging out with him for a week you built up an appetite
After you turned back you joined him in his midnight snack adventures
It took him a moment to realise but then he just took you and held you like a cat in that stretched out arms way and brought you to his room
That started a very long cuddle session with his new cuddle companion
He wanted to play with you but he was tired all the time so he just let you chase his tale and play with it <3
You were like a plushie to him and he hugged you a lot and put you in one of those baby carriers (more like a child carrier but you get the point) so he could bring you with him everywhere
After you turned back nothing really changed but now you were more like a body pillow <3
🧚♀️ bippity boppity boo ✨✨
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MC asks the Brothers to learn CPR for them
Summary: You asks the brothers to learn CPR for your own safety, and we all know that they won't say no to you.
Note: this is a crack fanfic, so this isn't proofread and this all purely for comedy.
Warning: A lot of swearing, Suggestive content, and Mammon, Levi and Asmo making things worst.
So you lean Satan a book about basic CPR, and told him to tell the others to learn CPR. and well....
"Why do I the great Mammon, have to learn this!"
"Because I almost drown, when you and Levi 'accidentally' push me to the fountain and I hit my head on it, knocking me out. So you are going to learn!"
After that, you plan one day for all of them to learn with a dummy while you're at the palace.
But in the back of your mind, only Lucifer, Satan, and maybe Belphie will actually do well. While the others not the much.
The day with the dummy
All of them gather in the common room, while you went to the palace for tea with Diavolo.
They all went in order with Satan supervising the whole thing.
Lucifer went first and he did it perfectly.
However the chaos start with Mammon coming up next.
"Okay, Mammon. Check the breathing and if the person isn't-"
"Oi Satan. what are ya talkin' about. of course this thing isn't breathing."
"You moron! you're suppose to pretend that thing is MC. by the time you do CPR their already death!" Asmo comments as Mammon glare at him, with Beel and Belphie look at him with disgust. "What?"
"Why did you say to pretend that thing is MC?" Beel asks.
"I'm not putting my lips on that creepy thing if I didn't do that" Asmo answer earning a groan from half of his brothers. "Oh please~ I know you all would've done the same thing"
"I heard that Levi!"
"Well it too late anyway, Mammon didn't do the necessary steps, he didn't asks someone to call ambulance. So the victim died." Satan interjects.
"HEY! Is ain't my fault that thing died. Beside Asmo distracted me."
"You'll have you're turn after we all done ours." Mammon huffs and move aside, then Satan looks over to Levi. "Okay Levi you're turn."
"O-O-okay" he starts shaking as he drop on his knees and hover over the dummy.
"Okay, so you saw what Lucifer did, and what the book said. What the first thing you do?"
"I check it's breathing first?"
"Good! now what happens if the human is not breathing?"
"W-W-Well tell someone to call for help, like I'll asks Beel to call an ambulance."
"Woah, woah! we don't have those thing here" Mammon comments as Satan is clenching hard on the book.
"It's just the procedure MAMMON! we're following the book" Satan said it through his teeth, as he focus on holding his anger, all the while Lucifer sits in one of the arm chair just watching this all fold out.
"Oh is good to be first line for something like this" He thought to himself.
After that being sidetrack by Mammon, Levi moves on to making sure that the dummy's air ways are clear, he tilt its head and begin to lean closer and try to hear the air way.
Once he notify Satan that the dummy is unresponsive, Satan told him to move to the chest compressions and he has to make sure that Levi isn't pumping on the chest too fast, and count to the beat of the heart.
"Huh!!! I can't do that! What if I lost count!"
"I heard from MC that you can count with the human word Mississippi instead of counting the heart beat." Beel chime in.
"Isn't that what MC calls Mephistopheles when they get annoyed by him" Belphie asks
"No, They call that pompous ass Tennessee" Mammon retorts
"Alright! I do what Beel said" Levi begins to pump as he count with Mississippi. He did 30 chest press. and now....
"Levi what are you waiting for? Mouth to mouth-"
"Wait okay! I'm getting to that!" Levi slowly lean closer and picnic the nose of the dummy and Mammon gotten too impatient
"FUCKIN' PUT YER LIPS ON THE DARN THING!"
"STOP YELLING AT ME!"
"MAMMON STOP DISTRACTING LEVI!"
"Well I don't blame Mammon, Levi is taking f.o.r.e.v.e.r~"
"SHUT UP ASMO! I CAN'T WORK UNDERPRESSURE!"
"Levi this isn't suppose to be time for you to say things like that. In an emergency there is no room for errors or panic."
"Your taking their side Satan!"
"I AM NOT TAKING SIDES! ALL I'M SAYING IS THAT YOUR SHUTTERING AND PANICING ISN'T GOING TO HELP THE SITUTATION"
"Satan, maybe I can take over for-"
"STAY THE FUCK OUT OF THIS, LUCIFER! I GOT THIS HANDLE!!" Satan is about to burn the book in his hand as he sheer at Lucifer, all the while Levi start tearing up and ran out the room.
"Satan is my turn~" Asmo quickly took Levi's spot and begins to do the procedure. Tell someone to call for help, check the breathing, and tilt the head for the proper airway, but when it comes to the chest press....
"Asmo.... Your not pressing hard it enough...."
"I got this Beel~ Don't want to scare the dummy." Asmo did only five chest press the right way but he seem to lose the momentum and just playful pressing on the chest of the dummy.
"FOR FUCK! ASMO!"
"OH NO~ YOU DON'T SATAN! I DID EVERYTHING RIGHT! DON'T FUCKING YELL AT ME WITH THAT TONE!"
"YEAH YOU DID! FOR THE FIRST HALF! BUT NOW YOUR JUST PRACTICALLY PLAYING WITH THE DUMMY"
"IS NOT MY FAULT THAT THIS BASTARD NEEDS 30 CHEST PRESS!"
Asmo stood up and huffs out of the room, with Satan resist the urge to throw the book at his head.
"FUCKING DRAMA QUEEN!" Satan growl and whips his head to Beel "Your up!"
Beel just simple nod and took his position.
He did all the steps well, until.
"What the hell! Beel I think ya broke dummy!" Mammon comments, and they all notices that Beel press way too hard on the chest, that his hands went through the chest.
Everyone stay silent.... until Asmo walks back in the room with Levi behind him.
"Hey~ I'm back! I just needed to cool off, but I'm ready to-"
"Oh! what happen?" Levi asks, then Satan start to laugh, creeping all of them out. As Beel slowly stand up and walk back next to Belphie
"Fucking no wonder MC left and put me in charge of this... they would've given up at Mammon"
"OI! what's that suppose to mean!"
Suddenly Satan shifted into his demon form, burning the book in his hand, and proceed to march over the dummy.
"AND THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!! YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING PIECE OF RUBBER AND PLASTIC!"
Satan set the dummy on fire as he laughs like a madman.
"SATAN YOU'LL BURN THE WHOLE HOUSE ON FIRE!"
"I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY YOU OLD DUSTY FART!"
"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY!"
Meanwhile at the Demon lord's castle
Your seat quietly near the window, with Diavolo drinking tea.
all the while you two didn't notice the house of lamentation begins to be set on fire.
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