#beel x female reader

[the-lady-writes-what]

How the Brothers react to you riding them, Beel

Pretty much All Porn/No Plot, so minors be warned (and stay out)

Content: face sitting, food play, praise + body worship (receiving)

These are all my own head canons. Don’t be mean about it. 

Lucifer Asmo Levi Mammon Belphie Satan

🔞NSFW Content Below! 18+ Only! Minors DNI!🔞

Headcanons:

I think Beel is an ass man. Personally, I think he likes a soft stomach and thick thighs as well. He espeically loves to grope your cheeks (and I don't mean your face) while you're sitting on him

Food. We're talking about the Avatar of Gluttony. Food play is on the metaphorical table

I'm not saying he has poor stamina, but I feel like Beel (in my personal opinion but you're free to have any valid headcanons of your own) has to work up an appetite for sex.

And the best way to do that is to sit on his face. I mean it. He loves it. No matter how big you think you are, he's going to have the strength to keep you there. You're not going to suffocate him, I promise. Besides you're going to need it.

I think Beel isn't very big, but he is very girthy

He's not known for being very noisy in the bedroom. Beel in general seems to me a quiet kind of person. It doesn't make much sense to me that he'd make a lose of noise or be a loud grunter in bed. He makes a little bit of noise, but not a lot.

Snacks afterwards

"Belphie is going to be working on a school project with Levi and Asmo all night. So...if you want to come over?"

Say less.

It wasn't often that you and Beel got his room all to yourselves. Belphie would usually be sleeping in his bed while you guys slept in Beel's. Having his twin in the same room more often than not killed the mood. You couldn't get horny while Belphie was just a few feet away. The one time you two got all hot and bothered under the covers, Belphie's snoring disrupted any plans of sex. Whether it was accidental or on purpose, the mood died. Most of the time, Beel managed to sneak into your room when you slept there and do the deed there, but your bed was small for the pair of you.

After dinner when the other brothers left the table to be off to their own devices, you scurried your room and grabbed a couple things you might need. When you arrived at Beel's room, the same one he shared with his twin, he appeared in the doorway as if he'd been there since he left the dinner table. You didn't even need to knock when the bedroom door swung open. There was a slight blush to his cheeks.

"Hey," said Beel.

"Hey." You repeated.

You both glanced up and down the hallway to make sure nobody saw you go in. When it seemed the coast was clear, you slipped inside. The bedroom was dimly lit with a few cherry scented candles littered about the room. Belphie's side of the bedroom was mercifully void of Belphie. You smiled to yourself before Beel kissed you.

No matter what size you were, Beel could lift you off your feet. He was stronger than ten oxen. The Avatar of Gluttony had well-fed muscles to pick you up. Beel did just that. You gave out a squeak of surprise when Beel bent down to crook his arm behind your knees, pull you up, and carry you to the bed. The upper blankets were peeled back in anticipation. Spread out on the sheet were bowls of fruit, honey, and whipped cream.

"Is this dessert?" You ask.

Beel answered, in part, by kissing your shoulder as his large, rough hands worked free the buttons of your shirt.

"You're my dessert." Beel murmured against your skin.

You turned around and faced him, putting your arms on his shoulders. You pushed his jacket off. The kissing resumed. Your mouths parted only long enough for you to take Beel's shirt off. In return, Beel slid off your blouse. Where your clothes ended up, you couldn't care less. Layer after layer, you both got naked. You carefully moved onto the bed while trying not to tip over any of the bowls. Beel joined you, though he had to be a bit more careful than you.

Skin to skin, hands roved each other's bodies. You delighted in the bumps and muscles on Beel while he admired your everything. Perhaps this wasn't the time to take things slow as Belphie could make a surprise visit or come back early at any minute. But you wanted to be touched and loved on and worshiped by your demon lover in his own large bed instead of making due with your much smaller one. There was space aplenty as Beel often liked to toss and turn in his sleep.

Beel daubed a fat strawberry into the cream to feed you. He ate two himself but licked the whipped cream that you'd forgotten from the corner of your mouth. He fed you more strawberries and fruit, sometimes forgoing the cream or honey and sometimes not. You flicked your tongue agianst his fingers every time he fed you, teasing his fingertips. With the last strawberry, you licked his fingers clean and sucked on them. A burning heat rose in Beel's eyes. He dipped his fingers into the honey and put aside the bowls on his bedside table. His sticky fingers made a beeline for your honey pot (puns very much intended). You gasped. The sensation was a little unwelcome. Sticky was not what you should probably have down there.

But, before you could protest much further, Beel pulled you to him. He laid on his back. His large hands pulled you by the hips towards his face. You squatted down after putting a pillow beneath his neck. Beel held you down by the hips. His tongue and lips licked and worshiped your pussy. Even after he lapped the honey clean off your most sensitive area, Beel still hadn't had his fill. You gripped the headboard until your knuckles ached. You rocked your cunt against his face, riding it.

"Beel, Beel," you chanted. "Don't stop. Don't you dare stop!"

He hummed against your skin. Beel moved his hands from your hips to your ass. He squeezed your cheeks with both hands while helping you rock against his mouth. The room filled with the sounds of you moaning and whimpering and calling out his name. Your toes curled as pleasure shot down your spine. Beel's tongue drove you up and over the edge. You came crashing down with a loud moan, arching your back, and bucking against his face. You creamed all over his mouth. Beel slurped it up before finally letting you off.

Boneless, Beel settled you on top. He slipped you down to his crotch. You knew what he wanted. You reached down to help slip his hard cock inside your slippery cunt. It was easy impaling yourself on him now that you were so wet. What he lacked in length, Beel more than made up for it by spreading you open. It was enough to make you lean your head back as he bottomed out inside you.

Beel let you take the lead. You lifted your hips and came down again, impaling yourself over and over on his cock. Beel reached for you and grabbed you by the hips. He spread his fingers over your flesh and held on. Beel grunted softly as you rode him.

"So, so good, MC. You feel so good."

Beel sat up. His arms were like temple columns around your waist as he pulled you to his chest. Your nipples rubbed against him as picked up the pace, going faster. Your mouths met in a kiss. Beel tightened his hold on you and started moving with you. He thrust upwards, making you see stars.

You broke away from the kiss. Your mouth feel open, first with a sigh, then moaning. Skin against skin, flesh against flesh, Beel pounded you from under you. Your nails dug into his shoulders knowing full well that he could take it. Your human nails couldn't be a match for such a strong demon lord.

"You're perfect, MC." Beel growled against your skin. He bucked up into you harder. His mouth latched onto your breast. He switched between them as he suckled and nibbled on them.

"B-Beel, I'm...I'm close!"

"Me too."

Beel wouldn't let you go. You matched his pace, driving his cock deeper, faster into your body. White hot pleasure shot down your spine. As if sensing the approaching climax, Beel held you close, rocking his hips into yours as hard and fast as he could. You shuddered as you cried out. You gushed around him. Goosebumps prickled your skin as you came down. Beel kissed your shoulder with an open mouth. His mouth sucked on your skin with his teeth lightly grazing it. He groaned as he bit into crux where you shoulder met your neck. His body stuttered beneath you, thrusting upwards a handful of times before burying to the hilt. Beel squeezed you as he filled you up. When he finally released you, he kissed your mouth pushed your hair out of the way.

"Beautiful," he said before kissing you again.

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[thedevilspearl]

awkward moments during sex — younger bros

a/n: a continuation of funny and awkward moments that happen during sex with the brothers, but this time with the younger brothers (older brothers here).

tags: 2.5k words. female reader x satan (edging, orgasm control), asmodeus (no warnings), beelzebub (manhandling, breeding kink, mating press, minor injury) + belphegor (mild somnophillia). minors do not interact!

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍

your fingers slip nimbly through his blonde hair, gliding through the strands as if they’re made of the finest of silks. satan leaves an entourage of nips and bruises along your neckline, each of them planted with more desperation than the last.

his hips roll against yours; not fast enough, and not slow enough. and yet, he seems to find the perfect combination of pace and rhythm which drives you crazy.

it keeps you in limbo, with hope on one side and despair on the other. a purgatory of sorts.

he loves to torment you like this; his teething grin tells you that. and with his head buried in the nook of your shoulder, he peeps up only to appreciate the overwrought look on your face. your brows furrow in such a way that he doesn’t know if you’re about to cry, or if you’re about to cum.

you suppose that’s why he loves it so much — satan has always been fond of a good mystery, always wanting to discover what comes next in earnest. he’s enthusiastic to say the least.

his rutting hips grow a little more fervent, earning a most dulcet moan from your lips. he captures it in his own, swallowing it whole and locking it away deep in the ravenous hollows of his body. you fill him up in ways he never expected, and he can’t get enough of you.

“satan,” you whimper, evoking a sadistic smirk on his face. “please…”

“please what, my dear?”

the endearment in his voice alone is enough to make your guts feel like they’re being rearranged — though, his cock is doing a perfectly fine job of that already.

“i wanna cum!”

every one of your senses tosses you back and forth over a very thin line. one second, you’re free to fall into a sea of bliss, ready to be washed away by the intensity of the orgasms he brings upon your body. and the next, you’re tied up in the confines of satan’s control. he decides when you finish, not the other way around.

the nerves in your body are working overtime, analysing each second and anticipating whether or not he will give you what you so desperately desire. your brain is moments away from turning numb from the overload of feelings, both physical and emotional.

so much that the creaks of satan’s old, wooden bed go unregistered.

he thrusts harder, faster with the promise that he’ll soon be done with you, and you can finally succumb to the ecstasy you’ve been reaching for.

“satan!” you squeal, locking your trembling legs around his hips. “i’m close!”

“me too, baby,” he grunts with each rut and grabs your cheeks, making sure of the eye contact between you. “we’re almost there.”

he makes a point of driving his cock to the hilt of your pussy, and his strength passes straight through your body into the foundations of his bed. all it takes is one more thrust to break apart the timbers of the worn out wood.

the mattress beneath you softens your land as the bed collapses, but the impact from satan’s body falling on top off you knocks the air out of your lungs. his limbs dig into you and you groan.

“shit,” he mutters, and his hands fly to your face, inspecting your pained expression. “are you okay?”

“not really,” satan rises with you, arms delicately holding your frame until you’re sat upright on the wreck of what was once his bed. “are you?”

“yes,” he chuckles, leaning his head against you before planting a kiss on your cheek. “because the sex was literally bed–breaking. and no, because lucifer is going to have a lot to say about this.”

𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐒

asmo has tonnes of attention and he loves to give it away freely, just as much as he loves to receive it. you’re special, though. he makes a point of that every time your insecurities begin niggle away at you.

whenever he feels you drawing away, he’ll pull you closer than ever before, never letting you out of his sight. with all the fame and love, most people tend to forget how lonely a person can become. and that’s why he chose you.

you took that loneliness from deep inside and destroyed it in the palm of your hand. you filled all the void parts of his body and soul with your existence alone; no one thinks about the demons a demon can have, and all it took was one smile from you to scare them all away.

you helped him in more ways than one, so he never wants you to feel alone or inferior — you’ll always be his number one despite his fans and fame and ego.

he must say, though, he is quite proud of how far you’ve come. asmo had immediately picked up on those small traits of yours, the ones that signal you spiralling into the pool of your greatest fears. the nervous fidgeting whenever he spoke to other demons at school, the daylight dazing out when you find yourself lost in thoughts, and the sudden silence when he’s livestreaming to his fans, like right now.

asmo was fully prepared to pepper you with praises and kisses as soon as he finished — he’s more than willing to give you attention. but the fact is, you stole it already, along with his breath.

he freezes for a second before licking his lips and glancing back and forth between your teasing and his screen. he mumbles and stutters whilst trying to hide his growing erection from his fans. meanwhile, you sway your hips seductively behind the camera, slipping the silk gown from your shoulders to reveal your naked body.

“today was really fun, my darlings,” he waves and blows a kiss to the screen immediately. “i’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

he taps his screen rapidly before jumping on you, grabbing your ass and lifting you. your lips intertwine in seconds and he drops you onto the mattress with out breaking contact.

“someone’s feeling bold,” he teases between kisses. “i like it.”

“mmh, i figured i should be more forward with my needs,” you say with a daring smile. “i think it seems to be working, don’t you?”

“oh, it’s working,” asmo expertly removes his clothing, and occupies himself in the meantime by kissing up and down your body, burning patterns into your skin until he meets your lips again.

“asmo… hurry.” you whine and he heeds your words, aligning himself with your soaked entrance.

“i love you, my darling,” he feeds you one last kiss before pushing in, and the two of you groan in unison. “i love you so much.”

“i love you too, asmo.”

you gasp loudly as his cock stretches your walls, and your clench around his length as if he was made perfectly for you to take. you’re seconds away from screaming his name when—

knock, knock, knock.

you freeze and the knocking is followed by lucifer’s commanding voice.

“asmodeus, you might want to end your livestream before continuing with your… activities.”

“what?!”

scrambling, you gather the blanket against your chest, tucking your legs underneath to hide your nude body. this can’t be happening…

“oh, my,” asmo tuts. “it looks like i pressed the wrong button.”

he makes his way back to his ddd set up on his desk, dragging a blanket to cover himself from the hips down. you expect him to turn it off immediately, but instead he starts reading the flying comments that you’re too embarrassed to even think about.

“hhm, everyone seems to be enjoying it,” he looks to you with a seductively intriguing glint in his eyes. “what do you say, honey? why don’t we give them a show?”

𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐙𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐁

“oh my goodness, beel!”

juices flow from your pussy and his mouth finally parts with it after bringing you to your umpteenth orgasm. your mind is foggy from the highs and beel rises, hands roaming your body and placing you exactly how he sees fit.

the back of your knees rest against his arms and his hands sneak under your body, locking you in place. he has you folded in half, literally. his feet are planted flat in the mattress and his immense weight pushes you down further.

you haven’t fucked in this position before, but you have a feeling beel is going to destroy your needy cunt. you take a liking to this inner beast controlling him right now; he must be so hungry…

his lips are coated with your essence, the one that works like a spell, entrancing him in such a state that he can only think about how much he needs you.

this is going to be good.

the tip of his enormous cock prods at your entrance and eagerly pushes in. hissing from his girth stretching you out, you wonder if it’s possible that you’ll ever get used to beel splitting you open on his cock.

“ngh,” you groan gutturally, unable to form a decipherable sentence. “s–so big!”

“i’m gonna fill you up, baby,” he growls and pushes in deeper. “gonna fill you with my cum.”

he slams into you, and an unbridled yelp escapes you before he raises his hips, only to slam them back down again. each of his thrusts rattle the entire bedframe and you’re afraid the brother next door might storm in with noise complaints.

a cacophony of sinful sounds fill the room — beel’s animalistic growls, your wanton moans, the obscenely lewd noises coming from your bodies, and of course, the shaking of everything around you.

he’s fucking you so hard it might cause an earthquake.

the mattress bounces along with both of your bodies, fucking like animals in heat. his cock drags in and out of your pussy and you’re losing count of all the orgasms he’s forcing you to endure. you’re extremely sensitive from him eating you out for hours and you don’t know how long it will take for beel to feel some sort of satiation.

being both starved and gluttonous is a dangerous combination, and this version of beel is a prime example of that. he pushes your thighs down further, allowing himself to explore deeper and you feel another orgasm creeping on you.

and it’s only a matter of time before beel finishes too, and he’s going to fill you to the brim with his cum before using it to fuck you some more, pushing his seed deep inside you. you can’t wait for the day he finally breeds you.

“fuck, beel!” you screech, not caring how ridiculously desperate you sound. “come on, stuff me full with your cum! want you to knock me up!”

“gonna fill you up,” he grunts with every thrust. “i’ll fill you with my—”

“aah, i’m so tired… wait, what’s going on here?”

before you can look in the direction of the door, beel literally flips you over and flings your body to the side, unknowingly using his full strength which causes you to collide into the wall.

“what the fuck?!” you yelps, tears brimming your eyes from the impact.

did he just throw you across the room?

but you have no time to yell at him because belphegor is standing in the doorway with his eyes locked onto your naked body. your hands fly to hide your private parts, but you are stark naked and daring not to move.

meanwhile, beel sits nonchalantly on his bed, covering his crotch with the sheets. “nothing. nothing is going on.”

belphie doesn’t seem convinced, which doesn’t come as a surprise and he slowly backs out, closing the door behind him.

not a second after he leaves, you throw the dirtiest, most disgusted look of betrayal at beel. “every man for himself, huh?”

“i’m so sorry, mc,” he glooms. “i panicked.”

“panicked? you threw me across the room!”

𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑

“belphie,” you whisper, shaking the shoulders of his sleeping form. “belphie, wake up.”

a grumble sounds from his limp frame, and you roll your eyes, shaking him harder.

“belphie, please wake up,” and with a sigh, you add, “i’m horny.”

again, nothing.

chewing on your lips in thought, your hands mindlessly graze over your body — your breasts, squeezing them with a gasp; your hips, grabbing them exactly where belphie loves; and your thighs, digging into your flesh with desperation.

you don’t realise your pitiful actions, nor the broken moan that escapes you until belphie rolls onto his other side, his back now facing you.

a pout forms on your lips and you grab him again, shaking him with all your might. but your frustration passes right through his sleeping form.

“belphegor, wake up right now! i need you!”

“keep it down…”

giving up, you flop onto the mattress beside him, unable to remove your eyes from his peaceful face. as unsatisfactory as his response is, your body still needs to be put at ease. and you can’t do that without some form of relief.

before you know it, your fingers slip below the line of your underwear and a shaky breath escapes you. you make work of yourself, thrusting your fingers in and out while imagining belphie’s cock driving hard into your pussy.

what you would give for him to open his eyes and plant his fingertips into the softness of your hips, holding you in place beneath his sweating body as he slams into you, his cock making its mark all along your walls.

“fuck…” you whimper, with a hint of his name among your quiet moans as you cum.

belphie has yet to move an inch, completely ignorant to you and your orgasm. so much for quality time. with your eyelids drooping, you allow yourself to sink into the sheets and pillows, carefully snuggling into belphie’s body as to not wake him.

an hour passes, or maybe two, possibly more and belphegor finally stirs. he yawns with little energy and rolls onto his back, but his arm stays wrapped around you, tucking you into his chest. all it takes is one look for that swirling sensation in his stomach to come alive.

he looks down at his crotch and sees that the problem goes further than so–called butterflies; his hardened cock stretches the material of his pants. morning wood has never been so persistent since you came along.

every remnant of sleep is gone in an instant and he’s on top of you, lips pressed against your neck and hands sneaking up your shirt, squeezing your hips on their way to your tits.

“hah…” small gasps and moans escape him as his hips jut against you. “what are you doing to me?”

he hates that innocent look on your face, so oblivious to the effect you have on him and to what he is doing to you. but that innocence is also what turns him on. god, he could just devour you whole like the sick demon he is and you wouldn’t know a thing because you’re far to busy dreaming something sweet.

it’s almost like he can smell it, the dream. or, a more logical explanation would be the sweetness between your legs. your glistening slit has him drooling when he pulls your panties away and he soon makes work of freeing his aching cock from his own clothes.

“mc,” he whispers against you with a kiss. “wake up, i’m horny.”

your eyes open slightly, and as soon as you register his hot, naked body above you, you roll over to the side with a huff.

“not now, belphie. i’m tired.”

well, he supposes this is what he deserves. it’s a taste of his own medicine, after all.

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[temis-de-leon]

MC with a selfish best friend

MC mourning the loss of a long toxic friendship with the help of the brothers.

Characters: demon brothers and fem!MC (written as platonic, but could be read as romantic)

Masterlist

CW: continued discussion about weight gain and weight loss, eating as a coping mechanism, obssesive and manipulative behaviour, emotional blackmail, a glimpse of animal neglect, a tiny nod at suicide, MC trying to hide her feelings, anxiety, TLC from the brothers

A/N: kind of self insert because I'm writing my own experience, so this isn't the most relatable MC. Still, I hope you enjoy it! Remember I'm not a native english speaker, so there might be some grammar mistakes.

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Back then, not that long ago, MC was completely sure she wouldn’t go any further in life. She was stuck in college, in her family and her friend group. There was a dynamic she could work through and, although it could be better, she wasn’t one to complain.

It was a flooded basement with filthy water, but at least it lacked rats.

She just needed some time to start working on herself. Go to therapy, lose some weight maybe? Start cooking again and stop wasting money on fast food. She did use to enjoy spending time in the kitchen and experimenting, after all, but the only things she cooked during her last months in the human realm were mugcakes and pasta. Not necessarily nutritious, but easy to make.

Thank god she had her best friend.

Her companion in the basement, the one with the flashlight.

MC wished she let her hold her hand too.

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“She’s overthinking again. Not good”

“Look who’s talking”

“Hey! It was just a joke!”

“Should we talk to her?”

“Maybe when she comes back, else we’ll give her a heart attack”

“Yeah, Lucifer would kill us”

“Oh, so now we’re doing this for Lucifer?”

“Don’t be selfish, Mammon”

“Who ya calling selfish?”

“Ugh”

MC listened carefully, softly smiling at Beel and Levi’s voices drowning Mammon’s in an almost silent screaming match.

She couldn’t see them from her position, her upper body completely sprawled over the armrest and her line of sight lost in the ashes of the chimney. The fire cracked, threatening to die in front of her, but it was difficult to get up when her body weighted so much. She was tired and hungry and nauseous and even the idea of sitting straight sent bile to her mouth.

Then someone walked into the common room, shushing harshly and getting the other brothers to cease their fighting. Whoever it was, probably Lucifer or Satan, must have thought she was asleep.

So MC closed her eyes, hiding her face in the crook of her arm and basking in the comfortable silence. She could hear them still; the shuffle of cards, a plastic wrapper, buttons and joysticks.

The newcomer got close to her, covering her body with a blanket and sitting at her feet before opening a book. There was enough space in the couch for at least two more people, but MC still curled up, trying to make more room for him. She stopped in her tracks when he grabbed her ankle in a gentle grip, a gesture that brought some warmth where her pants didn’t reach.

Would someone add another log for the fire? Everyone seemed too comfortable to move.

At least the blanket was thick. Pure hellish wool or something, because every animal in the Devildom was just a bigger scarier version of those in the human realm. It was also, however, softer than any type of textile she could’ve ever find back home, so the creature could spit fire for all she cared.

Suddenly, the brother caressing her ankle tightened his grip for a short moment, demanding her attention. When MC opened her eyes, she found Satan smiling at her with no one else in the room. She must’ve fallen asleep after all.

“Dinner is ready”

He let her stretch, unconsciously comparing her to a cat when she arched her back and cracked every possible bone in her body. Satan wondered if that ever hurt, but MC seemed to enjoy it very much whenever she had the occasion to do so, like when they came home from classes after a long day or when they bought groceries for the whole week and Beel. 

“Did you not sleep well last night?”

“Not for a while, no”

“Is that so? Something troubling you, MC? Anything I can help with?”

“I don’t know”

She sounded sincere, but Satan didn’t buy it. Only a month had passed since MC came back to the Devildom, looking a bit more tired than when she left at the end of the first year of the program, and she’d acted ecstatic when she learnt she would be living with them again.

He was sure the problem relied in her human phone, something she didn’t have last year and Diavolo had kindly allowed her to keep.

All of his brothers, even the eldest, were greatly impressed when MC showed them how she unlocked the device with her fingerprints, as well as the human versions of Devilgram, Deviltube and Akuzon. That was a fun day, but time passed and soon the phone became an inconvenience. Someone at the other side of the line was taking their beloved human’s time, leaving her exhausted in the aftermath of their conversations and, if Satan vision’s was correct, teary eyed.

That would not continue. Not on his watch.

“We’ll look into it in another moment. Right now, let’s go with the others. Aren’t you hungry?”

“God, yes!”

They both chuckled and he forced his thoughts away. They could wait for the time being.

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Beel didn’t judge her, but she didn’t feel as happy as she thought she would whenever they sneaked in the kitchen at the late hours of the night.

Opening the fridge door with slow movements, trying not to make noise while taking plates or bowls and eating in silence between giggles and short whispers brought a sort of familiarity. And Beel never judged MC. Why would he? He ate even more than her. He’d keep going long after she was finished, full enough to want to puke everything, and MC would feel a wicked satisfaction knowing that no matter how much she ate, there was someone that would eat much more.

Those nights she’d go to bed feeling sick and greasy, too regretful and high on sugar to be tired. Then, by morning, she’d force herself to eat breakfast and go on with her day just to get whatever sense of normality she could reach.

Although, lately, things had been slightly different.

They still got together at night and filled their mouths to the brim, but Beel was adamant about MC going to the gym with him when the morning came, before everyone was out of bed. Of course she’d said no since the beginning, but he kept insisting, saying she didn’t have to exercise if she didn’t want to.

MC still said no.

Then Asmodeus put his input.

“I’m not going to tell you what to do, hon’, but you aren’t getting your 8 hours of sleep and you’re adding calories during the night. That’s horrible for your skin!”

And had it been her mother saying that, MC would’ve lashed out, rejecting opinions she’d been hearing for years over and over and over again, but this was Asmo. The Avatar of Lust. The most beautiful demon in the entire Devildom. MC guessed she wasn’t being fair to her mother, who also loved her and hated seeing her so sick and tired all the time, when it was Asmo she couldn’t ignore.

“I get anxious when I go to bed” she finally confessed.

MC could feel Satan’s eyes on her, but he stayed silent.

“Spend the night with me” intervened Belphie with an honest smile, a muted worry in his eyes “I could make you so tired you wouldn’t want to get out of bed”

“No way!”

Everyone looked at Mammon and several sighs filled the room. The demon, although deeply blushing, kept talking with an overbearing smugness.

“If someone’s gonna sleep with her, it’s gonna be me! Don’t worry MC, the Great Mammon will chase the nightmares away!”

“I think sleeping with you would give her nightmares, actually”

Mammon turned to Levi, ready to swing at his brother, but MC talked before the fight started.

“It’s not nightmares, Mams, I just feel anxious. You know, like, I can’t stop thinking”

“About what?”

She looked at Satan, who was staring at her with a calculating glance, surely remembering what she told him days before when she fell asleep on the couch.

“I don’t know… Everything, I guess”

All of them stayed silent, ignoring what they were previously doing. It didn’t feel uncomfortable, but MC wished someone said anything.

Of course, Mammon spoke first.

“Well, that’s a lot”

“No shit, you moron”

Levi finally got smacked and the rest of them went back to do their own thing, letting MC’s lack of sleep behind. A part of her wanted to keep the conversation going, but she felt too embarrassed when she tried to open her mouth again, especially having Satan looking at her like a hawk.

You don't want me to stare at you? I want to. What's the problem?

She achieved to ignore him in the end.

That night she stayed in her room, pacing, chewing her sweatshirt’s aglet while humming that Phineas and Ferb’s song and turning her headphone’s volume to the maximum with a different music threatening to deteriorate her hearing.

Anything to distract herself and not go to the kitchen.

Finally, hours after bidding the brothers goodnight, MC threw herself on the bed. Her feet were aching, its footprints surely engraved in the carpet, and she forgot to take her headphones off, making the position uncomfortable, but the important thing was that she didn’t have the need to eat anymore.

However, Beel still knocked her door at dawn.

MC stared at him when she opened, bleary-eyed and mouth as dry as cotton, the hem of her pyjama pants so high they looked like pantaloons. He, on the other hand, was completely awake and seemed ready to conquer the day.

“Before you say anything, I’m not going to the gym today”

There was a heavy silence for a couple of seconds.

“Then why did you wake me up? We have classes tomorrow”

Beel stared at her with a worried expression.

“We don’t. It’s Saturday”

“Ah”

She could’ve sleep longer? MC wished she was mad at him, but his puppy stare was hypnotizing.

“I want to go for a walk today. And I want you to come with me”

He lowered his gaze for a moment, biting his cheek while waiting for an answer. MC turned around and looked at the window, still unable to decipher what time it was by looking at the sky.

There were a few things MC missed from the human realm. The sun was one of them.

“We could go to the park, feed some birds and then have breakfast somewhere else. I swear I won’t eat the seeds this time"

She chuckled, rolling her eyes when he smiled back. Then she looked down at the rolled pants and her bare legs.

“Is it cold?”

“I don’t think so, but you can borrow my jacket”

MC sighed and rubbed her eyes, waiting until the white spots disappeared before walking towards her closet. She wouldn’t be able to fall asleep again, she knew that.

“Let me change and then we’re going. But you owe me one, Beel!”

His smile was too wide for him to answer.

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Breakfast with Beel ended up lasting three whole hours, which was understandable, and they spent the whole time talking about nothing and almost everything, both of them clearly avoiding the subject of her sleeping habits.

MC really did want to talk about it, but then again, what did she want to talk about exactly? She had trouble falling asleep, yes, and she’d gone back to eating her feelings, but she couldn’t point out the reason. Her nights were filled with paranoia, making her revaluate every piece of interaction she’d had since she got back home from the Devildom months ago. Did she spoke correctly? Did people understand that she was just studying abroad and not begging for attention?

She hoped her best friend dropped those accusations. MC would never stoop so low. Just thinking about it brought tears to her eyes.

“Don’t you want anything else?”

MC looked at Beel and the stack of plates surrounding him at the table, mugs and cardboard boxes stained with chocolate, whipped cream and frosting. Her side of the booth was much cleaner, but when she lowered her gaze the only thing she could think of were mugcakes and pasta and the taste of bile in her mouth at the sight of her bloated stomach.

“No, I’m fine”

She knew he loved her. She knew she could talk to him and he would listen and maybe even hold her hand, but the small restaurant was already filled with demons and witches and whatnot and MC knew she’d only be able to sob the moment she’d open her mouth, so she stayed quiet.

Beel nodded, going back to his food with a strange calmness. Maybe he was close to being full?

But no, it wasn’t that.

MC gasped when she felt his foot weakly tapping hers before going under it to support its weight. A small comfort, like the prelude of a long awaited hug.

He didn’t know how much she appreciated it.

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Winter had already reached the Devildom the day MC opened her closet and stared at her clothes. No matter what she chose, everything was at least a size bigger.

She guessed finally going to the gym with Beel did have some payoff.

“Is something wrong, MC?”

Asmo turned the lights of her bathroom off, walking where she was silently standing while staring at the discarded clothes around her.

“You don’t feel like dressing up today? We can stay home and do some self-care if you want”

MC turned around to look at him with gratitude. She knew how much he wanted to go shopping, especially with her. Finals ended just the day before and everyone had been so occupied they’d barely seen each other outside classes and meal times.

“Don’t worry, it’s not that. It’s just that… everything feels wrong. I think I lost weight”

He chuckled at her revelation, hugging her waist and kissing her cheek between giggles.

“You’re taking care of yourself, silly! Whatever are you doing with Beel in the gym, I wonder…?”

She laughed and lightly hit his arm, showing no ill intent, and Asmo smiled in response, not bothering to hide his lewd expression.

“Don’t be nasty!”

 “Oh, I’m just joking! But you know what this means, right? We get to renew your whole closet!”

MC turned around again, perfectly knowing that she could either spent her monthly allowance on clothes or start thinking on how she could rock the oversize streetwear style.

She sighed, trying to hide her smile with no success before speaking again. Asmo’s eyes were stuck on her.

“Very well, then” she wasn’t finish talking yet when the demon clapped his hands and jumped in excitement “I’ll trust your criteria”

He gasped and hit her arm in return.

“As you should!”

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“So… how do I look?”

Mammon whistled, clapping and signalling her to turn around in response. Once she did a little twirl, he clapped even harder, not stopping even when she blushed in embarrassment and ran towards him to stop his overly excited appreciation.

“You look mighty fine, MC!”

“Stop!”

“Has anyone ever told you how hot you look?”

“Stop!!”

They were both laughing, her chasing him all around his room with burning cheeks and a gigantic smile.

The shopping bags waited patiently at the door, half of them already empty with a pile of clothes folded on the couch. Mammon had insisted on a private catwalk the moment he learnt she’d gone shopping with Asmo, his offense completely gone barely half an hour after starting the show in his room.

Every time she changed in his opened closet he’d cover his eyes with his hands and every time she came out with a new outfit he’d scream praises like a madman.

MC wasn’t used to this level of compliments and he sure was making it hard to stay calm.

“C’mon, go change again!”

“You’re acting insane right now, Mams”

She was smiling like crazy and her cheeks were hurting, but she didn’t want it to stop. When was the last time someone had been this hyped over her looking pretty? She couldn’t remember.

Then her phone rang.

MC stopped smiling when she saw the name on the screen.

She thought about answering and spoiling a nice evening because of a sour one-sided conversation. Was it worth it? Sure her friend could wait a couple more hours, right? She’d survived without MC the whole year she spent at the Devildom uncommunicated, after all.

“Is it The Unnameable?”

MC stared at her phone for one more second before turning around to look at Mammon, who was kneeling on the couch with his arms crossed over the backrest, eyes peeking with curiosity and another feeling she couldn’t identify.

“The Unname… Robdemor??”

He nodded, blushing and looking away.

“Yeah. You know, like, her name brings bad luck or some shit”

“She doesn’t bring bad luck”

MC didn’t sound as convincing as she wanted to and Mammon’s incredulity proved her point.

“Don’t be stupid, MC”

The pot calling the kettle back, she wanted to say, but no words came to her mouth. She was being stupid, wasn’t she? Everyone at the house already knew what to expect whenever her phone ringed or vibrated and they always did their best to distract her so she could leave the damn thing behind. She suspected Belphie even turned it off at one point.

Staring at her feet, trying to voice her feelings, MC talked again.  

“She just… needs me sometimes”

“Sometimes??”

Mammon got up, going around the couch to reach her. He looked flabbergasted, eyes opened wide and a myriad of words stuck in his throat.

The phone stopped ringing, but soon a flood of messages interrupted the silence to call for her attention instead. When she looked back at Mammon, he had frustration in his eyes.

She decided then she couldn’t bear to see him like this, so serious and reasonable. Was it too late to go back to chasing each other, laughing while trying new clothes? She’d been capable of keeping her feelings to herself since she could remember, but Mammon wouldn’t let her do that and she feared the moment the rest of the brothers decided enough was enough too.

God, she needed to talk, but not right now. Talking would make it real and she still wasn’t strong enough for the whole situation to be real.

In a matter of seconds her eyes were watering and she felt as if her throat had thorns stuck in her flesh, but before she could do anything about it there were arms wrapping around her. MC wasted no time hugging Mammon back, trying her hardest not to spoil any tears. The tags in the back of her new shirt poked her skin, making her squirm and get even closer to Mammon’s body.

He was rocking her side to side while petting her hair and there was no doubt he’d deny the whole ordeal happening afterwards, but she let herself enjoy the feeling anyways. It was nice being taken care of.

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It was the first time MC had gone to bed so early since before college. Her eyelids felt heavy and the bed was soft and comfortable, at least three blankets shielding her from the cold outside that froze her window and sunk her room in darkness.

But she couldn’t stop staring at her phone.

She’d turned the vibration off days ago, but that didn’t stop the notifications from showing up on the lock screen and, although she could also take care of that, MC still wanted to be able to read the messages without needing to open the app.

Her best friend talked about everything, good or bad. Mostly bad. How she thought her boyfriend was cheating on her, even when she was the one cheating on him, how much she was eating because there was no one to stop her, how tired she was to even clean her cat’s litter box. She’d say if MC were there everything would be so much better, she wouldn’t feel so lonely.

She didn’t ask about MC once.

“You’re thinking so hard it’s giving me a headache”

MC’s body violently jerked at Belphie’s voice.

He’d entered the room in silence, closing the door and approaching her bed without making any noise. Seeing her freaking out made him snicker, but he was too tired to fully laugh and simply laid down next to her.

“Jesus, Belphie”

“No, just me”

“Ha ha ha”

Her sarcasm didn’t affect him in the slightest. MC watched as he closed his eyes and offered his hand to held hers in a firm grasp, probably not wanting to let her go during the night.

“Turn that damn thing off” he growled against the pillow when a new message showed up.

“I’ve seen you sleep on the ground before; you can’t complain about some light”

“Watch me”

She thought he was just joking, challenging her like a small child would, but Belphie managed to surprise her when he rolled over her body, grabbed the phone and threw it to the other side of the room.

“Belphie!”

He shushed, sealing her lips under his hand before hugging her body with all four limbs, trapping her under the covers.

MC could’ve complained and hit him until he let her go to retrieve the phone, but that would’ve meant pissing him off and staring at the screen for another hour or until her friend decided it was time to show some interest in MC’s life.

…

Whoa.

…

So that’s what it was.

That simple, uh?

MC waited for something to happen at her epiphany. Nausea, panic, heavy breathing. Instead, she felt an overpowering sense of relief. Her heartbeat evened and the frown she didn’t know she had in her forehead disappeared.

No headache, no memories. For once, no nothing.

“You’re not dying, aren’t you?”

Belphie’s head rose, looking at her with suspicion, but her eyes were stuck in the ceiling.

“Why? Would you feel guilty?

He stood over her then, pouting and frowning, and MC had to stop herself from laughing.

“Okay, you know what? I already said I was sorry. You can’t hold that against me for the rest of your life”

“I will as long as I can get something out of it”

“You’re evil”

“Said the demon”

His head fell face first on the pillow with a thud and if she didn’t know him any better, she’d be worried about him suffocating to death during the night.

“Why did you ask that, tho?” MC finally talked.

“Your heart stopped for a second” he shrugged and mumbled, his hold on her hand stronger than before.

“Oh… Well… Don’t worry. I’m okay”

“Are you sure?”

No, not really, but she didn’t want to talk about it in that moment. Maybe another time, when her speech wasn’t slurred due to sleep and she could organize her thoughts with a clear mind.

She hummed as an answer before speaking one last time.

“Goodnight, Belphie”

“Sweet dreams, MC”

He’d make sure of that.

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MC had been quiet for a while. Not out of sadness nor ire, but something much more private. Something that left her pensive and still, staring into nothing with a serious expression. She laughed and talked with the brothers and, from what he heard, she enjoyed going to the gym with Beel, but Lucifer knew there was another factor escaping his reach.

Whatever it was, it changed MC for the better, so he was happy.

Even when the strangest ideas crossed her mind.

“I think I’m going to cut my hair”

He looked at her, clicking his tongue in disapproval when he saw her sitting sideways in one of the chairs with her feet resting in the other. She had a book resting in her lap. How long had she been looking at him and not reading?

“May I ask why?”

“I need a change”

Lucifer stared, taking his glasses off before crossing his arms over the document he was previously reading. MC got up and walked, zigzagging her way towards his desk as if she was drunk, but she looked as hopeful as ever.

“Did something happen?”

She nodded, ignoring his question right after.

“One of these days I’m just gonna… grab a glass of wine, go to the bathroom and bam! Haircut”

He raised an eyebrow, trying to hide a smile at her words. He hadn’t seen her so playful in months and the sudden change felt like a breath of fresh air.

“Do you even like wine, MC?”

“That’s not the point”

“And you shouldn’t use scissors while drunk, especially near your head” he ignored her “If it’s money you’re worried about, I can pay for a good hairdresser”

She laughed and shook her head, partially sitting on the desk. They stayed silent for a few seconds and Lucifer let himself observe her, how she bit her bottom lip deep in thought and how her fingers intertwined with a certain force. She was probably hurting herself at that point.

“I just really need a change”

He could tell there was more she wanted to say, but that seemed to be enough for the moment. The silence afterwards felt full with comfort.

“That’s fine”

MC nodded and sent him a small smile before going back to the chair, this time sitting with her knees stuck to her chest, but before he could put his glasses on to continue his work, she spoke again.

“Here’s what we’re going to do: I cut my hair in the bathroom and then you take me to the hairdresser to style it. Sounds good?”

“Are you going to drink while using the scissors?”

“I’m not a child, Lucifer”

“Might as well”

“Hey!”

“Just joking” he laughed, but MC could tell there was some seriousness behind his smile.

“I drink wine, I cut my hair and you check I don’t stab myself on accident, how about that?”

Lucifer pondered about it, envisioning himself behind her and watching over her reflection in the mirror, a bottle of wine in the countertop and another of Demonus waiting for them in the music room. She’d be the one to clean the aftermath, that bit was obvious, but something told him she wouldn’t really care about that.

The more he thought about it, the less strength he had to fight it. She could’ve asked Asmodeus or Mammon, but she asked him. MC wanted him to be with her during her progress, as stupid as the method was.

“Sounds like a plan to me, MC”

Her smile at his words was worth millions.

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It wasn’t until several hours had passed that MC wondered if Levi invited her to his room with a hidden motive in mind.

The anime came out less than a day ago and she’d never even seen an ad about it, but he’d thoroughly claimed it was made for her.

And she could see why he would say that, honestly.

Sure, no ancient dying star granted her any mystical powers that allowed her to soar the skies or wear an alarmingly short sparkly dress; and she didn’t have an animal sidekick or a romantic interest that only appeared at night for some reason. She didn’t have an arch nemesis either, but she did have the closest thing.

MC was the selfish one, apparently, because how could she? How could MC have the audacity to ignore her best friend’s messages in her desperate times of need? Her boyfriend broke up with her because he discovered the cheating and no one was there to remind her of feeding the cat, neither to monitor her diet nor to fix the consequences of her bad decisions. She was in the lowest point of her life and MC dared to lose weight and spend time with her new friends? Outrageous!

MC unlocked her phone and stared in silence at the new text and voice messages, as well as some missed calls.

You disappoint me, MC.

After all I did for you?

I’ll die and it’ll be your fault.

I’ll die and I’ll make sure you’re the one to discover my body.

You’ll never be able to forget about me then.

You’re disgusting.

MC stared at the screen, not knowing if she should laugh or cry about it. In the end she chuckled and forced down the sting in her throat.

The TV in front of her suddenly turned into a kaleidoscope and she squinted as the heroine jumped from platform to platform, blasting her wand and singing spells. If she understood correctly, the cheery character was fighting her way through the first big boss of the season, her friends close behind her.

She could feel Levi’s eyes on her, no doubt studying her reactions to see if she liked the anime as much as he did.

“Hey, Henry!”

MC turned to look at him and smiled brightly at his rosy cheeks. She expected him to explain some hidden lore or the meaning behind the soundtrack, but he surprised her with his next words.

“Yeah?”

“I haven’t told you yet, but your hair looks so cool!”

“Oh!” she widely opened her eyes in appreciation, showing her teeth in a beaming smile right after “Thanks, Levi!”

“You look… eh… upgraded. Well, no, not upgraded. Erm…” he avoided her gaze for the next few seconds before pausing the anime, letting the room go back to silence. MC kept quiet, trying not to laugh at his awkwardness so he wouldn’t misunderstand the situation.

“You look really pretty, MC. Even better than her”

Levi nodded at the TV and MC stared at the heroine, the pause conveniently showing her winning pose. Big sparkly eyes winking at her and a knowing smile occupying half of her face, as if she was approving Levi’s affirmation.

MC felt the need to cry right then and there, but she held it in.

Her phone lighted up one last time before she grabbed it and turned it off in anger. She had a couple of seconds before the screen permanently went back to black, letting her read the last message.

Who do you think you are? How could you do this to me?

MC seethed. She knew who she was, even if she was still learning. Her hands itched and she forced herself not to throw the phone on the ground with all her strength. She still needed it to talk to other friends and relatives, after all.

After an entire minute filled with tense silence, MC spoke, suddenly meek and shy.

 “Hey Lev…”

“MC?”

He was staring her with caring eyes, unsure of what to do or what to say.

Fortunately, for the first time in a long while, MC knew what she needed to do. For herself and no one else.

“Would you help me change my phone number?”

She could write down the numbers of those she cared about the most and send a message asking them not to share hers without her permission.

Take care of her arch nemesis without destroying the entire world. Accept the help of people who showed joy at her improvement. Buy new clothes, change her style, cut her hair.

God, walking without that heavy weight on her shoulders would be difficult and painful, but she’d rather die before letting her ex best friend destroy her will and power one last time.

She laughed with a choke and Levi gasped her name.

She was crying.

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@ourfinalisation

#obey me #obey me! shall we date? #om! shall we date #om! swd #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me writing #obey me x reader #obey me x female reader #obey me hurt/comfort #obey me angst #obey me fluff

[angelltheninth]

Beelzebub Wants You to Look at Him

Pairing: Beelzebub x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, forced eye contact, possessive sex, slight jealousy

A/N: Keep your eyes on him and he'll make you feel really good.

You were embaressed to, being tied up with his discarded tie to the bed, moan after moan leaving your mouth while Beel's cock kept ramming into your pussy, causing your hips to jump off the bed every time. Beel's real form was something you were still getting used to, and you knew that if you looked at him now you would...

"Look at me, human." His voice was like silk in your ears, tempting but you refused, only clenching your walls tighter and causing him to groan out, "Why? Why won't you look? Am I unsightly to you in this form?"

"N-no, of course not, you're beautiful! Beel," You bit your lip, ashamed to admit the next words that came from your mouth. You considered shutting up and distracting him by telling him to come, to paint your insides with his seed but you also knew that when he got stubborn he wouldn't let go of an issue, "if I look at you as you are now, I'll come."

Beel paused mid thrust, leaving you half empty, just short of hitting your g-spot. "It does things to you does it? Is this why you take showers in the morning after you see it? Do the others do this to you as well? Do they?!"

You pulled him into a seering kiss, which eased his cock all the way inside again, your hands smoothing down his back, breathing out a sigh between you two, "Only you can get me this wet."

Beel growled as he saw you trying to aveet your eyes again, trying to get him down to your neck. He wasn't playing that game. He grabbed your face, fingers digging into your cheeks, "In that case look at me as you come, look at your one and only."

"Yes, Beel, my one and only." You felt your body tighten around him, walls pulsing around his cock as a torrent of cum flooded your pussyhole, "I love you, Bell, so much."

"Always, please love me always my love, as I will you." His body pressed down on yours, fingers smoothing over your hips, his hips snapping shortly against yours until he felt your body give under his, he took and took, and gave you just as much, all of him, nothing less.

#obey me x reader #obey me imagine #obey me headcanons #obey me smut #beelzebub x reader #beelzebub headcanons #beelzebub imagine #beelzebub smut #beel obey me #beel x reader #beel imagine #beel headcanons #beel smut #obey me x female reader #obey me thirst #obey me drabble

[my-names-angel-but-im-not-one]

Replaced or not?

Part-1 Part-2 Part-3

For summary n details check out part-1

Pairing: Obey me character x mc!

"I really despise her, she gives me creepy vibes ngl " Dandil said.

"Yeah she's like ugh, if only the brothers had spend time with you they would've seen how much better you are!!" Ebella joined

"But it's a good thing they haven't we get to keep you all to ourselves" Norain said hugging you as you giggled at their clingy behaviour.

Dandil is a demon succubus. Ebella is another demon that holds the sin of greed. And Norain she's another average level envy demon.

I've been friends with them since I came here ..... actually I've been friends with almost all the demons here...diavolo has also praised me for it.

We chatted as our recess bell rang once again.

"what's your class ?" They all mused .

"......... mathematics" i groaned as they did too . They groaned because it's one of the subject we're not together.

My mathematics class go with Satan , Levi , and mammon and unfortunately Run hai. There's only one class i don't have with her and that is magic. The only good thing run hai has done so far is that she's able to bring Levi school......offline.

You sighed as you thought 'i still have Satan thou' but all that went to waste as you saw run hai was sitting beside Satan and was trying so hard to get him to talk. Satan saw you entering the class and eyed you in apology . You understand thou....not like you can do anything. You took and empty seat and sat down and took your notebook out try to do the homework you didn't do at HOL. (Cause like same bro)

"Oi human!! Liste-"

"I don't have any Grimm to spare mammon so you can go"

"The great mammon isn't here to ask for gri-!!"

Before mammon could say anything another person sat behind you.

You tensed and went stiffed bodied as you don't know this demon and you could easily die by his hands . You peeked from under your eyelashes and saw mammon was stiffed bodied as well.

"Lucien...grr" mammon growled at him . Thou unfortunately the professor asked him to go back to his seat. Now Levi , mammon and Satan all were eyeing you like you really are going to die.

"i don't like this..." You muttered under your breathe.

"Oh but I do very much darling~" the said demon beside you smirked and grins showing his sharp canine.

"I'm Lucien ". (This is how he looks)

You tensed . "Ah-i-i didn't meant that about yo-you" you stuttered as you tried to not look at him-

"Look at me when I'm talking to you love~" well damn. You looked from under your lashes and boy were you charmed.......no literally you couldn't move .....you tried but you couldn't he did something you are sure.

'move, move , move damn it MOVE!!'

"HAA-" You breathe in the air as you moved again .

"is something wrong mc?" "Sir i do not feel quite well...maybe I can go early please?"

"yes you may...it must be hard being a human " the professor said with a sympathetic smile and went back to teaching.

You packed your stuff and give a look to Satan . He nodded his head. As you just went to pick up your bag you froze again.

You could see this Lucian guy moving but you could not . You watched in horror as he grabbed you immobile wrist and did something that burner your hand in pain . When he removed his hand to your horror there was a bracelet like mark on your wrist now. (The mark)

"hah hah!" You panted and ran away from RAD and made your way toh HOL.

The main door creaked as you enter . Waiting for you in the hall was Lucifer. 'huh why is he here didn't he have to do sone stupid council work or something '

"MC"

"umm-"

"Don't worry i was already informed about your health , care to explain what happened? Why were you suddenly unwell? Did you ate something bad?"

"What? NO!! What do you think happened? And whatever happened to me is none of your concern ...Run hai is still at RAD you should go back she might need you " you spat at him

'why does he care now huh'

"Of course it is my concern you are under my protection-"

"Yeah so much for protection Whatever" you ignored him and tried to went past him . But he grabbed your wrist.

The same one that had the mark . And it was still hurting .

You howled in pain and Lucifer immediately let go. His eye scanned your wrist and he let out a gasp upon seeing the mark.

"What is the meaning of this?" Suddenly he was in his demon form and you knew that you fucked up . And you fucked up very very bad.

[A/N]: oooohhh we fucked up didn't we ෆ⁠╹⁠ ⁠.̮⁠ ⁠╹⁠ෆ. Also i introduced an oc . The art is not mine thou!!

Comments are appreciated!

Thank you for reading!!

#obey me mc #obey me shall we date #obey me short fic #obey me female mc #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me yandere #obey me satan #obey me lucifer #beel x reader #obey me belphie #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me solomon #obey me asmodeus #dark

[short-black-diamond]

Hi Dimond could i request a obey me x mc

Who is actually lukes older sibling?

I just feel like i would be his older sister or something like that

But like mc is a fallen Angel who only fell because an angel was bothering luke

And the brothers find out because mc got mad at a demon for doing the same

Yes kinda cringe but

I'd rather be cringe then mean

Oooooooh I'd throw hands as well if someone bothers our precious Luke Lofi, you have no idea...

Also it is not cringe, I'd kill for my little brother. It is not cringe at all to protect the people you love and please don't feel embarassed for requesting stuff like that.

Sooo...what if we bring in scary-dog-priviledge as well?

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Luke with an older sister who is a fallen angel.

It was not your mistake, nor Luke's. there just happened to be this angel who didn't know its boundaries, pestering Luke about his height...then his age...and just...made Luke's life miserable.

At first, you wanted to tell it off, but Luke asked you to leave it. And you did. but still, the angel didn't stop.

And it ended in Luke's life taking a dramatic turn as the angel pestered him more and more, and even other angels started to bully him to the point where Luke felt worthless.

And that's when you stepped in as well. Let's just say...the angel was gone, and you fell from heaven. Luke didn't see you for a long time.

That was, until he saw you again, but in Devildom.

You looked...different. Scary.

Not the older sister he knew anymore. Scars adored your body, your hair had a rough change in style, and so did your clothes, and instead of your beautiful white feathers, you had the wings of a bat. you also had two horns on either side of your head.

Luke felt like crying.

It also took you a while that your little brother stood before you. You hadn't seen him since the incident, and, well, you were rather embarassed to stand in front of him now.

But you were selfish.

And utterly so.

You frowned, your underlip quivered as you went to your knees, and Luke srpinted towards you while crying your name with tears and snot streaming from his face.

He jumped, and landed in your arms. you hugged him tightly, your arms wrapping around his smaller frame as you kissed the top of his head and tried to comfort him through your own shaky voice.

"hey, h-hey...it's alright...I'm here.", you croaked as you held him in your arms, feeling his thin ones wrap around your neck tightly.

And he breathed. He felt safe again.

Simeon stood there, watching the interaction with tears starting to softly flow down as well. He actually tired to vouch for you back in heaven, but the upper angels didn't let him.

...

He and Luke had to watch you get your feathers get ripped out, each one a reminder of a simple rule.

Angels should help each other, and not behead each other.

You screamed and wailed in pain, and you cursed every single angel you knew, who dared to bully and hurt your little brother.

And Luke?

He tried to break free from the angels' grip, being held back by two of his own companions, having to watch you get your pride and dignity ripped off your back.

"You don't deserve to be an angel, ____. Not after you killed one of your friends.", one of the upper angels said, and you got banned from heaven, ultimately losing contact with every person you knew...

...and you landed in hell.

...

You noticed Simeon, and opened your left arm. He gasped before he ran to you and hugged you. You three just sat there, crying, hugging each other, and trying to calm yourselves down.

Luke just sat in your lap as you hugged him, and Simeon sat next to you after a few minutes. "We have missed you dearly, ____.", Simeon said softly after he dried yet another tear.

Luke snuggled closer to you. "mm-hmm! I missed you pretty much, ____! I wish I could see you more often...!"

"But we will, Luke,", you answered with a grin. "Diavolo wanted to create a school where demons, angels and humans can live together in harmony. We'll be able to see each other nearly every day!"

Luke's eyes sparked as he jumped up and cheered. "Yay!"

You huffed in amusement when Luke cheered away happily.

You were happy that you, Luke and Simeon would be seeing each other again.

If only there weren't the brothers...

...

"Ah yes, the chihuahua is speaking again," a demon's arrogant voice spoke, looking down at Luke in mild mock.

Luke winced at the name. "I'm not!"

"Heh, sure yer are!", another one cackled, pointing at the blonde. "Yer small, have a squeaky voice, and yer annoying!"

"What."

the second demon felt a chill run up his spine at your word. He turned around, only to face you right behind him. Your eyes were wide open, but your brows were furrowed as down as they could go. However, what startled him the most was your upturned smile. It was unnatural.

"_-____! get outta here! We're just teasing him!", the second demon exclaimed, shaking around his hand as if he'd be shooing away a fly.

the first one narrowed his eyes at you. "____, isn't there any other business you have to attend to?", she asked, wanting you out of sight

I huffed before I looked at Luke. He nodded with hesitation and quickly went behind me.

"Well stop it.", you said, knowing they'd as why. You hated it when 'higher' demons pestered other people just because of their status. And you didn't care about that either because you'd beat the hell outta them, making them looked at as losers and pathetic imps.

"Tch, and why would we do that?", the second demon remarked, already activating his powers to 'teach you a lesson', but you had already prepared the hour.

"Because I am his sister.", and with that, you beat the two demons up brutally. You didn't tell Luke to leave because 1. there'd be just other demons who'd bully him again around the corner, and 2. he wouldn't leave anyway.

So, he just stood there, and cheered for you.

unbeknownst to you, the brothers came, intrigued by the noise of fists clashing against something. When they saw that it was you who drilled into two lower ranking, nameless creatures, they were surprised and in shock.

Lucifer immediately acted upon reflex, trying to stop you from nearly killing those bastards. "____, that is enough! Unhand them at once!", he yelled as he tried pulling you away from them. You didn't really budge.

Mammon gulped. That was the first time he's actually seen you beat somebody else who was not bullying him. Mammon was also avictim of bullying, but it was just light teasing about him being broke, and you'd just roast the bullies to no end.

But this, with the way you hurt them...with the intention...to kill?

Yeah, he was a tad bit scared now.

Laviathan was amazed by your brute strength, you reminded him of a few fighting characters he knew from games or anime shows or manga, and he started cheering for you. "Go, ____, go!!!", he yelled, and through his and Luke's cheers, you seemed to have gained new power, because Lucifer gave up at some point and just watched you before he looked at Beel.

"Beel, take ____ away from those demons.", cue Beel walking over with a hot dog in hand.

Satan watched with an amused chuckle, enjoying all the blood and gore. you really knew how to beat somebody up.

Asmodeus, as weird as it sounded, was a little turned on. Sure, what you did was wrong and whatnot...but the way you were on top of one of the still conscious demons...glaring at them....with blood trickling down your body...asmo squeezed his thighs together as he whimpered. And...he'd be lying if he said that he wanted you on top of him, looking at him like that, and fuc-

"Let me go, Beel!!!", you yelled, being suddenly bpicked up by one of the youngest demons. "Sorry, but Lucifer told me to pick you up."

"Beel, I'll cast you a spell on this hotdog, making it regenerate itself after every bite you make, but only if you let me go."

Beel looked at you for a moment. Then he placed you on the ground again. You quickly did what you promised before you sat on top of the demon again and started to punch it again.

And Belphie...well, he cheered as well, dozing off a few times.

...

"____, we cannot let you go away with this-" Diavolo spoke in a sad tone, looking at you with an even sadder smile. You scoffed.

"And these other demons can? Why am I always picked out and not the bullies!? This! This is an error in your system, Diavolo!", you yelled, and the principal flinched. Barabatos' eyes widened, and Lucifer fought the urge to beat you up this time.

"____, why is that an error...?", the demon prince asked after a while. You frowned at him. "You think that only bringing one party of the scene here is going to change something? How about you tell your underlings to stop pestering my brothers for oncr, for they are the reason I started to beat them up, you know?"

He sighed. "but they're in the infirmary because of the injuries you gave them."

I shrugged my shoulders. "I have injuries too, you know?"

"Are yours life-threatening?"

"....no.."

"...Listen, ____, I'll do as you say. I'll talk to them once they regained their consciousness and punish them accordingly. Sounds good?", he asked, giving you a hopeful smile.

You looked to the side with a small blush. "You better..."

At that, Barabatos and Lucifer wanted to strangle you, and again, Diavolo just laughed. "I will! you're excused now, ____."

And with that, you and Lucifer left. As soon as you two rounded a corner though, Lucifer cornered you against a wall, glaring at you.

"Do you have any idea on how you acted there, ____?!", he exclaimed furiously, having felt his pride shattered when he felt Barabatos' eyes on him the entire time you spoke to Diavolo in a more friendly manner than realizing the fact that you were a fallen angel like Lucifer and not a royal like the principal.

"Hold your horses Lucifer.", you grumbled, pushing him away form you with ease, and he was sent stumbling back. His pride shattered a little more.

"Then why did you beat into them so brutally!? Couldn't you just give them a nice punch and tell them off, or, I don't know? Tell me?", he asked, trying to puzzle out the pieces on why you'd to such a thing.

You sighed before you held eye contact with Lucifer. "Have I actually ever told you why I became like you? Having lost my title in heaven as an angel and now having to rot here in hell?"

Lucifer shook his head with a little hesitation. "Because angels pulled the same stunts in heaven on Luke. Also...Luke's my little brother."

Lucifer flinched. "What? But you two don't look alike at all!!"

I "tch"ed. "And? You don't look like any of your brothers either. But tell me Lucifer. Wouldn't you do the same? I mean, you have six brothers, for fuck's sake. Don't tell me that you never defended them at least once."

The eldest brother stayed silent as he suddenly realized your reasons. He had the same rules you had.

Protecting the ones dear to oneself from all evil.

"I...I understand now, ____....I'm sorry for lashing out on you earlier.", he spoke softly. And then, you smiled. You had a rather pretty smile.

"It's alright. I'm glad to have somebody to talk to who is also an older sibling. You understood right away."

At that, Lucifer smiled back to you with a nod.

"Of course, but please. If something like that happens again, just tell one of us. You know you can count on us, right?"

"Didn't you call Luke chihuahua once as well?"

"Okay, don't ask for my help...ask Beel, or Asmodeus or Leviathan."

At that, you nodded. And wou two went outside to attend to some other business Diavolo asked you to do.

However, six pairs of ears had heard what you and Lucifer were speaking about to each other, and six pairs looked at each other then.

"So ____'s the older sister of Luke? Damn.", Mammon said, scratching his head. He had to refrain himself from calling Luke names from now on.

"What a noble reason to act like that!", Leviathan exclaimed, and Satan agreed whole-heartedly. He also loved how you beat into the demons.

Asmodeus made some perverted remarks about you having had blood all over you, and he'd give everything to switch places with the demon who laid underneath you.

Beel just bit into his never-ending hotdog with tears in his eyes.

And Bephie just laid on the ground and slept.

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Huuuuuuuuuu I'm done! I hope it was okay for you, dear anon!

Read you in the next post!!

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[xxhispieceofheavenxx]

Could I request a head-cannon of mc x reader smut when Lucifer snuck out of the party to his room with mc when he n his bros went to visit mc in the human world.

This is my first peace that isn't just headcanons and random thoughts and Ideas so it might not be perfect!

Content warnings: unprotected sex, gagging with underwear, public sex? (in a way), exhibitionism, voyeurism, implied poly!demon brothers.

Let me know if I missed something

Smut under the cut!

To say it was a complete and utter surprise to see the demon brothers in her living room when she walked through the door is an understatement. Her hand gripping the door handle slips down as she sags against the door, looking over the scene in front of her. Beel and Levi are hanging a banner from the ceiling; Mammon and Asmo are fighting over balloons. Satan is placing different dishes on her dining table; Belphie is fluffing her cushions and Lucifer is slowly shaking his head at his brothers' antics while carrying more food into the room. Her weight on the door makes it squeak, getting the attention of all the men, making them pause and stare at her with the clearest dear-in-headlights look ever.

"MC!" Asmo exclaims while letting go of the ladder Mammon is standing on and running to hug her.

"Oi! Don't let go this thing is wobbly! Aaaaah, fuck!" Mammon's voice echo's as she is wrapped in the tightest hug ever.

A bunch of enthusiastic MCs and I missed yous are heard as she topples back onto her front steps by the sheer force of their hugs.

"Guys, what?" Bleary eyes look over all of them. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, we missed you and decided to surprise you!" Levi's eyes find hers, quickly looking away.

"I can't believe you let me fall from that shitty thing, Asmo!" Mammon stomps over looking pissed.

"Mammon!" MC's arms are wrapping around his neck in a tight embrace.

"Oh, what? Why does he get a special greeting?" Asmo's pout can be heard in his voice.

"Because I'm her first man, that's why!" All confidence is drained out of his voice and face as he looks down at MC. She's staring up at him with a soft look that makes him want nothing more than to stare at her eyes for the rest of eternity and, at the same time; look away and try to ignore all the feelings those eyes make him feel. "Psssh, y-you can let go now." Her eyes notice his red cheeks and get a mischievous glint in them. "Or not, I know you've missed me." He quickly adds, not concealing his true feelings as well as he wished.

"I have missed you." MC kisses his heated cheek and lets go of him. "I've missed all of you" She turns to look over at the men that have been staring jealously at her enthusiasm.

"We've missed you too, a lot." Satan closes the gap between them and holds her to his body, letting his head fall on her shoulder, where he can smell her perfume.

"Okay, don't hog her all to yourself." Belphie is right at his back, patting him away, waiting for his own hug.

MC's laugh makes him smile as she unwraps herself from Satan's embrace. "There's enough of me for all of you, guys." Her cheeriness is enough to stop all the quick tongues ready to protest against any more affection towards MC.

After the effusive meeting, she turns to her room to change into something more comfortable while her demons finish the party preparation downstairs.

A knock on her door makes her pause her rushed movements and wait for a voice to announce itself. When nothing comes she finishes pulling her trousers up and goes to open the door. As soon as his red eyes come into view, a hand goes up to her mouth; gently directing her inside the room and softly closing the door behind him.

"Lucifer!" Is the first word that comes out of her mouth when his fingers let her go.

"Sh, you have to be quiet, darling. Unless you want those annoying brothers of mine to come and interrupt us." His sly smirk takes over his lips, lips that MC cannot help herself but look at. "Come here, doll. Let me show you how much I've missed you without the stares of those six."

Her slow steps reach him and his hands go up to her face, a fervent kiss starts, taking her by surprise. "Lucifer." She exhales letting a smile creep on her face.

"Did you miss me?" Lucifer's vulnerable voice surprises her eyes open, only to find his face contorted with the emotion shown on it; passion, yearning, love. "Tell me you missed me, only me, just like I missed you."

"I missed you, each and every day." MC pulls him to her, this time not letting his lips off hers.

His hands roam her figure pushing her backwards, onto her bed. Gloved fingers sneak under her shirt and caress her stomach until they make contact with the underside of her bra. Lucifer pulls back, his hair dishevelled, lips plump and red from her touch on him. "Let me have you, MC. All to myself, please."

"My, my… do I have you begging?" Her teasing tone is accompanied by a smirk.

"Only because I've missed you. You know that sentence alone would have gotten you a punishment any other time." He smiles, a soft smile that reaches his eyes, one that's only reserved for her.

"I know, that's why I'm fully taking advantage." Her smile turns into giggles as he descends kisses on her neck.

"Naughty girl, can't even behave when I'm trying to be nice to her." Her giggles turn into moans when he pushes his clothed crotch into hers. Her hand grip his hair as he nibbles on the sensitive spot on her neck.

He grips her jeans and forcefully pulls them down, grabbing the back of her knees and pushing her further up the bed. His breath fans over her clothed cunt, he looks at her expecting face and rips her underwear off of her, dipping his head to start licking between her folds. MC screams at the contact making Lucifer stop in his tracks and stuff her mouth with her panties. "I told you to keep quiet, I want you all to myself." She nods making him continue her previous attack to her pussy. "You're already so ready for me, just a few kisses and a few licks and you're mine." Her muffled moan makes him smirk. "You like that, darling? You like it when I tell you you're my dirty girl?" He teases a finger between her folds, his other hand going to her breast. "I need you to be a good girl for me and let me fuck you. You can do that, right baby?" Frantic nods and pleading eyes answer his question.

Lucifer begins to straighten himself to unbuckle his belt when a pair of hands start reaching for his crotch. "No baby, if you touch me right now I won't be able to last enough to be inside you." He brings one of MC's hands to his lips, giving it a soft kiss before letting it go and going back to his previous task. He lowers his clothes enough so that his dick is visible and goes to finish undressing her, taking her shirt and ripping her bra off, not having enough patience to get it off properly. "How I've missed you." He exhales, grabbing his dick and running it up and down her wet cunt.

With a thrust, he dips into her, falling on top of her body and biting her shoulder. "Fuck, darling. I forgot how tight and wonderful you were." His hips start moving at a slow rhythm. Her hands grip all they can: his hair, his bicep, his back… "Baby, I need to be rougher," Lucifer says while picking up the pace. "I've missed my pussy so much."

MC's moans, still muffled by her underwear, echo in his ear making him look up at her, keeping his weight on his arms. "I've only just started and you're already cock drunk," he places her legs on his shoulders and grips her thighs as he speeds his thrust even more. "Don't worry, I'll fuck you so good you won't ever remember how it was, not having my dick inside you all these months." He keeps his promise by going on a relentless pace, making her shake and shiver with pleasure with every thrust he provides.

As he gets closer to his orgasm he can feel MC's walls tighten around him. "You're going to cum for me, MC?" She nods and reaches for his hand. Interlocking their fingers he whispers. "Go on, doll. Cum on my cock. Cum with me." With his words, she begins shaking with her pleasure, reaching her climax, Lucifer following shortly after. Putting his whole weight on top of her, he stops his thrusts. Heavy breathing is the only thing heard in the room.

Lucifer reaches up and gently takes the undergarment out of her mouth. "Are you okay? Was it too much?" Concerned eyes roam her face for signs of displeasure.

"It was everything I needed, Lu." The fucked-out look in her eyes tells him she is telling the truth.

"I'm glad, I just couldn't hold myself back. Not with how gorgeous you are."

"You're so cheesy sometimes, lord." Her hands go up to cover her eyes in an attempt to hide her embarrassment.

"It's true." He takes one of her hands in his. "Let's clean you up before my brothers figure out what we are doing up here." With that, the door to her room swings open.

"A little too late." Belphie grunts.

"Yeah, Lucifer. You were the one that said we couldn't hog her all to ourselves." Beel is pouting behind a fuming Satan.

"Of course he'd be the one to not follow his own rules." Says the blonde, looking ready to punch the oldest.

"Well, I enjoyed the show." Asmo winks at MC, her face growing redder by the moment.

"Obviously you did, pervert." Levi pipes up.

"Like you weren't about to cream your pant, Levi." Mammon adds.

"Shut up, I wasn't." Levi manages to squeak.

"Guys, stop fighting!" Asmo pauses looking over the couple still on the bed, Lucifer's dick inside MC. "Even if we prepared a party downstairs, I like theirs better. Maybe we should join them."

The five men standing next to him get knowing smirks on their faces while they approach the bed.

"You know, Asmo, I love your ingenuity sometimes." Satan pats him on the back on his way over.

"Oh, I know." Asmodeus giggles while locking the door behind him.

#notsfw.sel #my writing #obey me #shall we date #obey me headcanon #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #lucifer x mc #mammon x mc #levi x mc #satan x mc #asmo x mc #beel x mc #belphie x mc #female!reader #fem!reader

[notsominx]

☆𝒥𝑒𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓊𝓈𝒯𝓎𝓅𝑒?☆

ღ Jealous Beelzebub x Hopeless Fem Reader

ღ Summary: Once Beel brings up the idea of reader becoming a cheerleader to support his football games; he starts to notice a teammate taking a liking to her. As much as he doesn't want to admit it, he's jealous.

ღ TW: Sex with plot, size difference, jealous smut, semi-public

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You didn't understand football at all but very supportive, Beel wanted your support during games. So he practically begged you to become a cheerleader, not like you could say 'no' to him, you obliged. At least Asmo was a cheerleader too. Currently in your room trying on the uniform, You actually like it on you. The way it hugs your frame and the shortness of it makes you look fit.

"Bub! Look!" You rush to Beelzebub's room, showing off that you made the squad. He smiles upon seeing you, faintly blushing. He compliments you and expresses his gratitude of your support. The way he sheepishly smiles, adoring the way you look makes you feel prideful.

The practice wasn't all too peazy squeezy. You were assigned to be a flyer. Being tossed in the air makes you so nauseous being in mid-air. There were a couple of times that you fell hard on the mats. It was like you were either flying or falling. Yet although with your fails, the team and the coach were super nice and caring for each other. What makes it even better is that you and Asmo would go out for ice cream and treats after practice.

One afternoon practicing a routine out in the blazing sun, the football team was running laps around the track. It was the same day that the cheerleader was going to practice in the field. You were setting up the mats, waiting for the rest of the squad to get dressed. You didn't notice Beel and Ryan (one of his teammates) eyeing you. Ryan was probably staring too much because he ended up falling face into the concrete. You notice this and try to hold in your laughter. Ryan looks so embarrassed as the football coach yells at him to get back on his feet. Later during practice, you were flying in the air again. Only for Asmo to miss his queue to catch you, making you fall face into the mat. You look flustered from the pain and embarrassment, only to see Ryan holding back his laughter. Touché.

Just when practice ends. You wait by the boys' locker room for both Asmo and Beel to go home. You were still a bit upset about the failed stunt, but it's not too much of a big deal.

The door opens to only reveal Ryan. Upon seeing each other, the both of you turn away, laughing aloud. “You took quite a fall. I thought cheerleading was supposed to be easy.” Ryan speaks, clearing his throat. “Yeah me too. Maybe I’m not meant to fly.” You respond with a smile.

The conversation continues on with Ryan asking for your name and devilgram, which you gave to him easily. He was really nice to talk to and it seems like he likes to talk to you as well. Soon, Beel and Asmo come out of the locker room.

When Beel saw you with his teammate, he didn’t think too much of it. He likes for all his friends to get along. So he invited Ryan to tag along while you all went out for pizza. At the pizzeria, Ryan wouldn’t stop talking to you, not that you mind. He had pretty interesting tales to tell.

For the next week, after practice, Ryan would invite you to hangout. And everyday he texted you. The whole house of Lamentation knew about this. It’s become increasingly obvious to the brothers, except to you, that Beel doesn’t like this.

Belphie would make comments to you like: “Does Beel know that you were out with Ryan?” Or “Why don’t you hang out with Beel instead?” These comments were always heavy in your mind, because you don’t see a problem with going out with Ryan. Apart from that, you would always try to make some time with Beel, but he just seems so distracted by something else.

Beel hates that you're always with Ryan. It’s weird to him because he wants all of his friends to get along. But Ryan just takes too much of your time. Even on some occasions when it’s just Beel and you, he still can’t get it out of his mind. It's just that he likes spending his time with you…but it’s becoming more of an issue when it feels like you would rather be with someone else.

Tonight is the first game that you'll be cheering at. All hyped that you couldn't wait. 30 minutes before the game, you were sitting out on the bleachers with Ryan. You were on your ramble about a new hyper-fixation. Beel was watching you guys as he ran around the track to warm up. He grinds his teeth, not understanding why you're talking to Ryan. He likes Ryan, that's his friend. But he also likes you.

He likes you a lot. It had to be a moment of realization that he was jealous. The bitter anger that sits with him every time he sees Ryan. He knows that Ryan is a good guy, but not for you.

The game was long, and you were sweaty as you did at least 5 routines already. Luckily everyone is in queue today. Each time you were in the air spinning, you landed back down into Asmo's arms. Finally halftime, you went off to get water but were stopped in the middle of the school's hallway. It was just Beel, yet he looks upset.

"What's with the frown? Aren't you guys winning?" The last time you checked the scoreboard, RAD was winning. Beel takes a deep breath if felt like his words are stuck in his throat. You walk up to him, placing your hand on his forehead, checking for a fever. He wasn't feverish, but he felt like it. He leans forward towards you, taking your hand away from him. His other hand snakes around your waist, picking you up slightly off the ground.

It took several seconds for you to register that he was kissing you, forcefully. Although you didn't mind. Beel pins you towards a nearby wall as you hold your arms around him. The empty hallway is filled with the sound of you both kissing. It makes you flustered, knowing that you are still in public. His body felt tense and huge up against you. Like his whole body just engulfed you.

As you were lost in his warmth, Beel was lost in his mind. He wants to mark you in a way that Ryan would know that you're off limits. Yet there's only 9 minutes left of halftime. If he took all of you at the moment, you wouldn't be able to cheer. Yet the way the plush of your ass is making him want you more. He settles for giving you a hickey. His lips trail from yours down to your jawline then to the neck. As much as he wasn't to savor this, he couldn't. He was quick to bite down and suck hard, which leaves you gasping from the pain.

As he continued to mark you, he wasn't just satisfied. The hickeys were noticeable marks for Ryan, but what about you? He wants you to know that he wants you. His hands lift up your legs off the ground, warping them around his waist. You were getting as needy as him, grinding your hips against his hardened tent. He moans a bit into your ear, it was just hard for him to not take you. "Bub?" You stroke his hair a little, Beel doesn't answer. He quickly tugs your shorts and panties aside. The cool air hits your womanhood, making you whimper a little. You knew how wet you were.

It was one finger at first, then two, then three. Beel scissors three of his thick fingers into you. Going too fast that you didn't have a chance to think. He likes the way your small cunt tries to suck his fingers in. The game speakers plays, yet that doesn't stop him. He went faster, searching for your G-spot. Your simulated pussy clamps around his fingers, and his thumb circles your clit trying to make you loosen up. You just couldn't. The way his big fingers curls into your walls makes you squirms. “B-bub…we have to go.” You mumble.

“Not yet.” He says, determined to make you cum before going back. His fingers starts to hammer into you, finally finding your G-spot. He fingers this spot repeatedly until your eyes tears up. His fingers were just too big, it makes you wonder how big was his dick.

After your orgasm, you both waited a minute before going back out. Your legs feel like it might give out but you still had to cheer. Neither coaches weren’t happy that you both showed up five minutes late. Beel had to sit out for the rest of the game, while you still had to be sent up into the air.

Ryan does notice your hickeys after the game. So does everyone else. Beel admires his handy work and couldn’t wait to give you much more.

#size k!nk #obey me smut #obey me #size difference #obey me shall we date #obey me beel #beelzebub #beel x reader #beel smut #semi public sex #jealousy #female reader #unprotected sex #genshin smut

[the-lady-writes-what]

One Night, Seven Brothers, Pt 1

Seven Demon Brothers x FEM! MC

Content: spanking, riding crop, mild degradation, use of 'sir', use of 'good girl,' oral (fem receiving)/cunnilingus, exhibitionism, squirting (i think?), fingering, restraints (holding down Y/N's wrists with hands)

🔞NSFW Content Below! 18+ Only! Minors DNI!🔞

"MC, there's something we need to discuss. May I borrow you for a moment?" Asked Lucifer.

He caught you alone in the library. You set down the stack of books you'd been carrying down on a nearby table. You followed Lucifer into a little alcove out of sight. Just when you think it's about normal conversation, Lucifer corners you against the bookshelf. His arms cage you in, reducing your chances of running away easily.

"L-Lucifer? What's going on?"

"MC, are you aware of the duties bestowed upon you once you take a contract with a high-level demon in Devildom?" Asked Lucifer.

"No, but, um, I'm sure you're about to tell you me," you said.

"Then I won't mince words with you." Lucifer pulled back and folded his arms across his chest. "A contract between a mortal and a demon does not consist merely of subjugating the demon to oneself. It calls for a little tit-for-tat. A compensation for the demon's services. You've been fortunate until now that none of us have called on our payment."

"Payment?"

Lucifer reached out again. He cupped your chin in his gloved hand. The smell of leather filled your senses. You couldn't help but lick your lips. Nervous as you were, it didn't dampen that not-so-secret desire burning in your chest.

"Did you think you could have our contracts for free?" Said Lucifer. The disdainful look on his face made you shiver. "Has Solomon told you anything at all about demon contracts? We offer our services in exchange for...favors."

Your brows furrow in a knot. "What kind of favors?"

"That is for the demon to decide. My brothers and I have agreed upon one form of payment that we all may partake in equally. And it just so happens we also need a volunteer for the next witches' sabbath."

"And what does this form of payment look like before I agree to participating?" You ask.

Lucifer leans in and whispers in your ear. "If you really must know, MC, it means we each get to fuck you. Do you regret all those contracts now?"

You swallow hard. You breathe in Lucifer's cologne. You'd swear that he wore it on purpose to mess with you. Heat rose to your face, making your cheeks feel hot. Your teeth pinch down on your bottom lip. Lucifer's dark laugh sends shivers down your spine, and in a good way.

"It seems that you don't find the idea all that disagreeable, MC. Well, what is your answer? Be quick. I think I hear someone coming." Lucifer teased.

Your heart pounded inside your chest. Against your will, your thighs rubbed together, giving away your secret desires. Your skirt wasn't long enough to hide the fact that the idea of all seven brothers having their way with you turned you on so badly. Lucifer leaned back but remained close. His red eyes stare into yours as he waited for your answer. Distant footsteps drew closer. If you didn't act quickly, someone was going to catch you pinned beneath one of the most powerful demon lords in RAD, and you'd never be able to live it down.

"O-Okay. Yes, I'll do it!" You almost shout.

Lucifer hushed you. He pressed a finger to your lips.

"Your eagerness is noted, but please remember, this is a library. You'd better keep your voice down," said Lucifer.

He slipped away from you. Lucifer left you alone in the alcove with your insides swarmed with butterflies. The thought occurred to you as you walked back to the spot in the library. Your books were thankfully in the same place where you left them. It occurred to you that the brothers would be sharing you. You remembered the look in Lucifer's eyes and how they held a promise of desire. They were going to fuck you.

Sweet Jesus.

The night of the sabbath arrived sooner than you expected. The demon brothers had left you alone for a few days to avoiding quarrels amongst themselves. Though, you suspected their absence to be far less practical than that. You were given a pure white cloak to wear and nothing more. Lucifer was absolute on that. Still, that didn't stop him from you putting on a tiny slip against your bare skin. You wore nothing else. You knew what you were getting into, wearing underway on your way to be ritually fucked by seven demons seemed like a silly idea.

Lucifer and his brothers left ahead of you but left clear instructions where to meet. You passed through a teleportation circle left open in the foyer. You couldn't help but shiver with anticipation where it would lead you.

Witches and demons cavorted about in various states of undress. You walked in on an orgy. Thick black trees warded off anyone who would try to spoil the fun. Stars twinkled overhead and a crescent moon appeared cherry red like a bloody sickle. You passed untouched through the gathering. As you walked through the teeming masses, you glanced at several scenes mostly of witches being fucked by one or more demons. You drew nearer to a magic circle lit with candles and lanterns that sputtered black flames. The brothers waited in their demon forms, minus most of their clothing. Quite naturally, Asmo wore the least. First, they'd all had their back turned towards you. As if sensing your presence, they turned around.

"Ah. The guest of honor as finally arrived." Said Lucifer. "Are you ready?"

"Yes," you answered.

"Good. Strip." Lucifer barked out the order.

You unfastened the toggle at your throat that held the cloak together. You let it fall off your shoulders and reveal the thin, beige slip you wore beneath. Lucifer sneered at your disobedience.

"I thought my instructions were clear. Now I see you're just a glutton for punishment. Step into the circle. You're about to be the center of the show," said Lucifer.

Your hands trembled as you pulled up the silken slip over your head. The seven demon brothers standing before you stared as you ditched your clothes on the other side of the magic circle. No sooner had you crossed the threshold, Lucifer grabbed your wrist and half-dragged you towards a shiny black marble altar. He pushed your naked torso against the smooth surface. Lucifer kicked your legs apart and made your back arch. His gloved hands gathered your wrists in one hand and pinned them to the hard against the altar. Out of thin air, Lucifer produced a fine leather crop.

"Disobedience should be punished before you earn the privilege of taking a demon lord's cock. I think...fifteen lashes out to teach a lesson, don't you think so, Y/N?"

"Y-Yes!"

Without warning, Lucifer cracked the crop against your backside. His grip on your wrists tightened to a painful hold.

"Yes what? From this moment on until you're released from this circle, you'll call everyone 'sir' or 'master.' Is that understood?" Said Lucifer.

"Y-Yes...Yes, sir," you whined.

"See? You can be a good girl," said Lucifer. "Count for me."

Lucifer showed you no mercy with the crop. He swung it hard against your flesh. Each and every single lash against your buttocks sent electric shock waves of pain through your body. He teased the leather tip against the sore bruises forming on each cheek. Every time you forgot to count, he started over again. Lucifer didn't stop until you counted fifteen lashes. Only then did Lucifer let go of your wrists.

You clung to the altar for dear life. Violent tremors seized your legs and prevented them from being of any use to you.

"Oh! Look at you!" You heard Asmo coo.

You craned your neck to see him kneeling behind you. His hands were soft against your hot skin where the bruises stung the most. Despite trying to be delicate with you, Asmo's touch made you suck in your breath and hiss. The Avatar of Lust worked his way between your legs. With you still leaning against the altar for support, there was nothing you could do to stop Asmo from brushing the inside of your thighs.

"Your wet pussy is so cute! Don't tell me you got all wet just from Luci giving you a little discipline? Naughty, naughty girl!" Asmo chuckled. His tongue lapped at your slit from bottom to top. "I could just eat you up all night. As a matter of fact..."

Asmo grabbed your hips to pull you towards him. His lips and tongue were all over you, torturing your cunt. He sucked and licked and played your clit. Asmo drove his tongue in and out of your wet heat. Heat rose to your face. If it wasn't bad enough to let Lucifer take a riding crop to your ass over and over, Asmo knelt on the ground and lapped at your cunt until you were spilling over. The most you could do was take it and moan to your heart's content. The louder you were, the more eager Asmo played with your pussy. How many demons and witches were watching you getting eaten out by Asmodeus? A shudder ripped through you at the thought.

"You're so cute when you try to hold back, Y/N!" Asmo played with your clit, licking the remnants of you off his lips. "I wish I could see the face you make when you come!"

Asmo wasted no time in getting back to it. The obscene noises he made while eating you out drove you insane. Your knuckles ached as you curled your hands into fists. You braced yourself on the altar as Asmo's clever tongue and fingers wound you up like a toy. White hot heat surged down your spine. The sounds of the orgy around you heightened the sensations Asmo gave you. He drove his tongue in and out, deep inside of you. Perhaps it was a figment of your imagination or the Avatar of Lust had a much longer tongue, but Asmo reached deeper than a mere mortal tongue could go. His tongue lapped at your cunt's inner walls. You could feel yourself drool down there as he played with you.

Satan perched himself on the opposite side of the altar to watch you. His piercing green eyes bore down on you while he watched your face contort with pleasure.

"Look at you, little slut. Taking a demon's tongue like he owns you already. You should see the face you're making." Satan cupped your cheek. His thumb grazed your bottom lip before inserting it into your mouth. On instinct, you started to suck on it.

Satan cocked his brow upwards. "Dirty little slut. Just wait until I stick something more impressive down your throat. I look forward to seeing you choke on my cock."

You moaned around his thumb and continue to suck on it like your life depended on it. Asmo remained kneeling on the floor and eating you out. Satan patted your head and murmured all sorts of depravity. You bucked your hips into Asmo's face. The pleasure increasing. It burned you up alive from the inside out. Between Satan's words and his brother's tongue working over your pussy, it was only a matter of time. Asmo sucked on your clit while his fingers thrust fast and hard. Your juices flowed out like a fountain. It ran down your legs and all over Asmo's hand. Your eyes went wide as a tsunami wave of pleasure crashed into you. Satan released your mouth just in time for you to scream out Asmo's name as you climaxed harder than you ever had in your life.

Your knees buckled and caved out beneath you. Luckily, Asmo was there to break your fall. You found yourself straddling his waist as you panted for breath. Asmo's amber eyes gazed up at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world. Your eyes began to droop. So much pleasure made you dizzy. A hand cupped your chin and turned your head up. Levi stood above you, face harsh and stern. His gold-colored eyes glared at you. His cold, clammy tail wrapped around your wrists and hauled you up to your feet.

"My turn," Levi sneered.

To be continued...

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[thedevilspearl]

wear the hat, ride the cowboy — obey me

a/n: as promised, here are the obey me cowboys with the most votes, sorry it took so long to post ╥﹏╥ dia was originally meant to be included in this but his part got super long and will be posted as a separate fic <3

tags: 2.0k words, female reader x mammon (smoking, blowjob, riding, car sex) + beelzebub (size difference, size kink, riding, mating press). minors do not interact!

𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍

clouds of smoke blow from mammon’s mouth as he looks down at you. you work wonders on his cock and he hisses as his tip hits the back of your throat.

“what a good girl.” he mumbles in a gruff voice and takes another puff of his cigar. “so pretty.”

he looks out over his ranch as he leans against his truck. you’re on your knees against the ground with your hands digging into his jeans as you face fuck him. his cock fills up your mouth and you pray for this to end with him filling up your pussy too.

you drove out with him to the edge of his ranch this morning to help him fix up a faulty fence. but there was little you could do in your little summer dress and cute cowboy boots. and mammon knew that so he told you to sit back and watch him while he works.

he wouldn’t want you to get your boots dirty. he knows how much you love them.

but as the hours passed under the beating sun, he began to speculate if you ever intended to help at all.

you were having fun sitting in the truck singing along to country music while wearing the hat you stole from him. but he felt your gaze on him; the constant burning on his back wasn’t coming from the high sun, but from your direction.

every time he glanced at you, you had your head in your hands with your elbows propped up on the open window of his truck, eyes glued to him and raking up and down his form as he dug a new fence into the ground.

to make an old cowboy like him blush is not an easy feat. but from the way you watched him closely as he worked on the fence, checking him out until he was sweating through his shirt, mammon felt both adored and turned on.

his cock began throbbing in his jeans and he wondered what kind of things he could do to you in that little dress. while you were benefiting from air conditioning in the truck, mammon’s body was growing hotter and hotter from the thought of you.

and when he was finally done, you jumped out the truck and pressed a kiss to his cheek while he lit up a cigar to relax.

“you worked so hard, baby,” you smile. “you deserve a reward.”

and that’s how you ended up on the ground with his cock deep in your throat. he exhales breathily, resting his head against the truck as you work him up to his orgasm. tension dissolves in his muscles from a simple swipe of your tongue, and before he knows it, he’s shooting ropes of cum down your throat.

the quiet air of the ranch is overcome with his groans and you feel your arousal sticking to your panties as you rub your thighs together for friction.

“is it my turn now?” you pant.

“i thought this was supposed to be my reward.”

“it is,” you grin. “and i’m the reward.”

he smirks in that infamously sexy way and swings open the truck door. as he settles in the driver’s seat, he pats his lap and says “hop on, darlin’.”

with a curt nod bringing your attention back to his hat on your head, know exactly what he means. it’s convenient how every single time you wear his hat, it ends with you riding him at any time and in any place.

he ruffles his hands through his hair while you fidget until you’re comfortable straddling him and he keeps his cigar in his other hand

“ready?” you tease, and wait for his charming wink before pulling aside your panties and sinking down on his cock. “oh my god!”

“not god,” he grunts. “it’s my cock that’s making ya feel good.”

“fuck!”

his hands grip your hips, digging into the flesh as you bounce up and down. you leverage yourself on the wheel, grabbing onto it behind you to hold yourself up while your hips do all the work and it allows you to spread your legs wider.

mammon is wholly enticed by the view, eyes locked on the way your pussy swallows his cock and coats it in a sheen of mixed arousal.

no words are needed. instead, a cacophony of moans and groans fill the vehicle and slowly turns into loud gasps and grunts mixing with the wet sounds of your pussy grinding on his cock.

you bounce with a messy rhythm and his cock hits all the right places, building up the tension in your gut and with one last bounce your body quivers around him. pleasure explodes and ripples through your twitching muscles and your eyes brim with tears.

“mammon!” you scream. “i’m cumming!”

“that’s it, baby,” he grunts. “cum all over my cock.”

he sticks his cigar between his teeth and uses both hands to grab your hips and fuck your trembling body on his cock. you look so pretty in that dress, and even prettier with his cock filling you up.

he rolls his hips slightly, gently fucking you both through the orgasm and his lips attach to the skin of your neck, sucking and biting with desperation.

you lean back gasping, resting against the steering wheel. with your head tossed back, mammon’s hat loses its balance but before it can slip off, you catch it and place it perfectly back on your head.

mammon can’t help but feel amused at the sight, a sense of pride filling his body as his orgasm fades.

he’s never been more happy to lend you his hat.

“attagirl.”

𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐙𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐁

the metal bed frame squeaks from your vigorous spirit. bouncing on beel’s cock often feels like a chore because of its sheer size, especially when you’re doing all the work on top.

your thighs burn from lifting your hips up and down on his length. his cock is long and thick, making it more efficient to plant your feet into the mattress next to his thighs and wrap your arms around his neck for leverage as you slam down on him.

but it requires a lot of energy, good cardio and a whole lot of stamina which you’re beginning to run out of.

beel helps you a little, but he’s riled up and wants to see how long you can keep going before timing out.

and despite your aching muscles and desperate lungs, you keep going, working his thick cock in your greedy pussy because you are not one to lose a bet.

a few hours ago, beel had taken you to the local bar for a drink with his buddies where the conversation had naturally turned more adult. and if it wasn’t the talk alone that slowly turned you on, it was everyone’s interest in yours and beel’s sex life.

beel is a big guy. huge. no one could compare to his massive build. and you are significantly shorter than the cowboy, barely reaching his shoulders.

you always thought the size difference was a good thing. you’re at the perfect height to bury your face in his chest. and beel always grabs things from the top shelf for you. you work perfectly in unison regardless of size discrepancies.

but you didn’t realise the size difference meant everyone else would look at you and assume beel does all the work in the bedroom. it apparently fuelled everyone’s dirty minds and the teasing was endless.

they weren’t wrong.

beel does the work in the bedroom most of the time, but a small part of you felt offended by their condescending jokes that implied you were incapable of taking on a dominant role. you looked at beel, expecting him to defend you and tell them about all the times — the few times — you took the lead in the bedroom, but he sipped his drink quietly, letting them continue their joking.

you’re still unsure of what came over you in the moment, but you decided you were in a daring mood and scoffed loudly before saying:

“how about i ride ya tonight, cowboy?” you smirk. “i’ll remind ya how good i am at fucking ya sorry ass.”

beel stared at you wide–eyed and speechless and you swiped his hat from him and placed it atop your own head, earning jeers and whistles from the group.

beel has never been a confrontational person, in small matters at least. but he had no hesitation in grabbing your wrist and dragging you out of the bar. the usually long drive passed quick enough as he sped down the gravel roads back to the ranch. and the entire time, his hands reached over the console squeezing your thighs and groping between your legs.

when you arrived home, he hoisted you over his shoulder and marched to the bedroom, collapsing onto the old, creaky bed with a grunt. you’ve told him numerous times to replace the bed because it’s far too noisy, especially when you’re going at it like wild animals.

but there’s always something more important on the ranch that needs replacing and the squeaking bedframe, as irritating as it is, stands as a reminder that any bed, new or old, will undoubtedly make noise as long as beel is fucking you on it.

if anything, the noisy bedframe acts as competition for beel. he’ll fuck you so good that you’ll scream his name loud enough for the bed squeaking to be a long–forgotten thought.

but tonight, you’re stuck bouncing on his cock, disguising your breathlessness as moans and doing your best to hide the pain in your thighs.

riding beel is a workout and a half and you wonder if that’s why he’s always keen to be on top, because he doesn’t want you getting tired, which evidently means you can last longer because right now you’re not sure how much longer you can go on for.

“pussy’s so tight,” he groans, enjoying the different position after so long.

at least one of us is having a good time, you think.

you struggle to find your own pleasure in all of your efforts, and it frustrates you further because you know beel’s cock is teasing all the right places. but instead of focusing on the growing pleasure in your belly, you’re distracted by the exhaustion that comes with fucking a man as huge as beel.

fucking such a big, brawny guy exhausts you as much as it turns you on.

even when you switch from bouncing up and down to grinding your pussy back and forth, it’s far too much work to please the big man.

you can’t take it anymore and you still, collapsing onto him with his cock filling you to the brim, and you both to groan loudly.

“i’m sorry, beel,” you gasp for air. “i can’t go on.”

his big, rough, calloused heads capture your face and he brushes your sweaty hair behind your ear. your face glows from the glaze but he realises how tired you are from your flushed cheeks and droopy eyelids.

“we can stop.” he says simply.

“nuh–uh. let’s keep going. but i’m done doing all the work.”

the corners of his lips rise teasingly and he kisses your cheek, muttering sweet praises into your skin.

“so my little cowgirl ain’t all big and bad like she said?”

“no,” you shake your head with pouty lips. “i need you to take over. please? i’m exhausted.”

“all ya had to do was ask, baby,” he swipes his cowboy hat from atop your head and places it in its rightful place atop his. “guess i’ll be taking this back.”

he effortlessly lifts you, holding you close to ensure his cock doesn’t slip from your pussy, and places you onto the mattress. the frame screeches louder as he ruts into you like he always does — with the energy and precision that makes your pussy quiver in seconds.

“fuck, beel!”

his cock runs along your walls and he grabs your legs, tucking his arms behind your knees as he leans down, folding you in half in the process. it’s his favourite position, having you and your pussy completely at his mercy.

with hips completely pressed together, he draws back and slams into your pussy. you scream his name as he continues to ram into you with beastly energy.

“gonna fill ya up, baby,” he thrusts and grunts simultaneously. “gonna stuff ya ‘till ya can’t take any more.”

#♡ pearl’s writing #obey me x reader #obey me mammon #mammon x reader #obey me mammon x reader #mammon smut #obey me mammon smut #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel x reader #obey me beel smut #beelzebub smut #obey me smut #obey me x female reader #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios

[gods-silliest-little-clown]

Hi there! I saw you requests open and I wanted to request.

Obey me brothers with a fat mc that sometimes has low self-esteem and in the past used to suffer a lot of bully from others. And how would they comfort the MC if someone made unfunny jokes about their appearance etc

(I hope this is understandable, english isn't my first language so I'm sorry if it looks confusing.)

-💠

Obey Me Brothers With An Insecure MC

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphigor

Genre: Fluff, Comfort

Warning: Mentions of Self Deprication, Mentions of Bullying

Pronouns: None

A/n- Sorry this took so long and sorry it's really short, I hope you enjoy it tho

Lucifer

He honestly doesn't care about your size, you're perfect just the way you are and he wouldn't change you for the world

Is very protective when he learns you've been bullied in the past and always lingers around you to make sure no one tries to mess with you

Loves having you sit on his lap when he's working in his office and will softly rub your thigh/back as he does paperwork

Buys you lots of clothes that elegantly flaunt your figure (if your comfortable with it) and feels an overwhelming sense of pride when he sees you in the outfits he picked

Overall 6/10

Mammon

Is a simp and your number one hypeman

Really enjoys buying you clothes that he thinks respectfully shows off your body (if you're comfortable with that) and even buys you clothes that match him

Isn't very vocal about how much he loves how you look but will absolutely go off if you start bad talking yourself around him

Will beat the shit out of anyone who insults you

Holds you when you're upset and crying over what someone has said or if you're just feeling down

8/10

Leviathan

Is also insecure about almost everything about himself so he relates

Will try to compliment you but ends up a blushing mess

Listens to you talk about your insecurities and tries to give advice/comfort

Overall just not the greatest at comfort but can definitely relate

6/10

Satan

Is the perfect gentleman and so sweet when you feel bad about yourself

Will kill anyone who so much as looks at you wrong

Will read you poems about how beautiful and wonderful he thinks you are (that he's written himself)

Loves seeing you just enjoy yourself and wearing whatever you like

Is overall just amazing

9/10

Asmodeus

Is another amazing hypeman and literally is so supportive

Will go all out to make you feel good if you're sad or upset

Will shade and ostracize anyone who speaks badly about you

Shares all his skin care products and tips on how to be more confident

Is amazing at comforting (just be warned he will cry if you start crying)

10/10

Beelzebub

This sweet himbo loves you and your body is perfect to him

I feel like he's a little insecure about being bulky and tall so he tries his best to support you when you are feeling bad about yourself

Loves holding you and tries his best to compliment you

He definitely intimidates anyone who tries to snide you so much so that they don't even try when he's around

Likes working out with you (even if it's just you sitting on his back while he does pushups or watch him)

Is very emotionally intelligent and tries to make you feel better when you're sad

10/10

Belphigor

He genuinely doesn't care about what your body looks like, he loves cuddling you and thinks you make an amazing pillow and cuddle buddy

Enjoys laying his head on your stomach and lap and will tiredly rub circles into them until he falls asleep

Not the best with words but tries to comfort and reassure you when you're feeling insecure

5/10

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[amberrskiies]

Feel free to send in headcanon/scenario requests guys!

I'm hoping to get some Barbatos ones since it's his Birthday soon!

But overall send in your requests with any character as well!

<3

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[fa1rysugar]

Pretty Girl P2

Various Obey Me Characters x Female!Reader

Final results of a poll. More polls are going to decide what I write so please make sure you vote for what you want to see!

Content Warnings: Implied Creampies, degradation hair pulling, overstimulatation, praise, oral (F & M receiving), bad writing, Characters may be OOC, Sir kink, mean Dom! Lucifer, Service Dom! Beel, Sub Top! Raphael, and spelling mistakes. Please let me know if I missed anything!

Requests are open! Read rules and character list before requesting!

He whined as you lowered yourself onto him. His hands gripping at your hips. "Come on baby.. please move" he whined into your shoulder kissing your neck. He knew this was sinful but he couldn't help but enjoy it. His usual stoic behavior out the window the second your cunt touched his cock. His hips bucked up forcing you to bounce on his cock. He groaned gripping your hips forcing you to move at a medium and soft pace. "Good girl.. fuck....mmm. pretty girl" rambled out. His cock twitching inside of your cunt.

Beel groaned the second his tongue hit your wet cunt. Licking a stripe up it. He sucked at your clit, one hand holding you down to stop you from squirming away from the overstimulation. His tongue invading your fucked out hole. Tasting his cum and your cum mixed together. You cried and whined in overstimulation. Your body too weak to move away. His tongue fucking your cunt. Making you see white. Your vision started to black out as you came again. Beel licking your thighs and cunt. Giving you a smile. "Pretty girl" he said kissing your thigh.

"p-please sir" your voice ran deaf to his ears as he pushed you back on his cock. Muffling any words you were trying to say. Your tongue flating on the base. Making his hips buck as he groaned. "You're so pretty like this. Choking on my cock like a whore." He groaned forcing past your gag reflex. Slowly fucking your mouth. Before pulling you off to let you breath. Forcing you to just suck the tip. Your tongue running over his slit. Making his eyes flutter shut. His hand pulling at your hair. Forcing past your gag reflex once again and forcing his load down your throat.

A/N: Love you all xoxo!

Vote on what you want to see next here! Xoxo!

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[misc-obeyme]

I SAW THIS IDEA IN ANOTHER ACC BUT I NEED TO GET IT OUT OF MY CHEST RAAAAAAAA!!!!!

Ok, BestfriendBrother!Beelzebub. He didn't know one of his sports team friend had a sister and like,,,, he think ur nice and is happy that you hang out with him and the rest when your brother is there too

and let's you borrow his big jackets, and little pieces of food his eating and suddenly u guys are fucking in his room while the rest of his friends are hanging out in the rest room or something *dies and rebirth*

Hmm well I hope that other account doesn't mind that I ran with the idea, anon!

This ended up just a little longer than I meant it to, but uh it was such a cute little scenario lol! I went with a human world college au where Beel is on the sports team (I don't specify but it's probably football... I know very little about sports lol) and his teammate/best friend is MC's brother. This was definitely a different type of situation for me, so I enjoyed writing it!

Thank you for the suggestion!

fem!MC x Beelzebub

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: human world college au, reader is female and has she/her pronouns, I don't know if this counts as semi-public... they're in his house but there are people in the room nearby and I'm not sure what to label that as lol, penetration (reader receiving)

The first time Beelzebub saw you, you were sitting in the stands at one of his games, all decked out in the team's colors, cheering loudly. He couldn't stop himself from looking over at you all the time, wondering why you were sitting there by yourself. Wondering if there was someone you were here to see.

When Beel's best friend and teammate came up beside him, Beel was still watching you in the stands. You waved enthusiastically and for a moment Beel's heart skipped a beat because it looked like you were waving at him. Half standing from your seat, bright smile on your face, hand high in the air.

Fortunately, Beel's friend waved back at you, revealing the reality of the situation.

Beel looked at him. "Is that your girlfriend?"

Beel's friend laughed. "No, that's my sister. She likes coming to the games."

Beel tried not to think too hard about the relief that washed over him at these words. He looked back at you and felt his chest squeeze at the sight of your beaming smile.

-

Beel was happy when you started coming with your brother to hang out with him and the other teammates. He liked how nice you were, how you got along with everyone, the gentleness of your smile, the sparkle in your eyes. The more time he spent with you, the harder it was for him to stop thinking about you. He found himself looking forward to plans with his friends because he knew you might be there, too.

Beel wasn't sure if you were as interested in him as he was in you. He tried to act casual around you, tried not to make it seem like he was thinking about you a lot. He wondered sometimes if you could still tell.

Maybe he really gave himself away when you were together with a group of his teammates on campus, spending some time in the shade of the trees on the grassy lawn. It was the start of autumn and there was a little chill in the air. Beel noticed you were only wearing a t-shirt as you sat beside him in the grass. He saw the way you hugged your arms and rubbed them a little for added warmth.

Beel shrugged off his jacket and put it over your shoulders.

You jumped a little in surprise when you felt his hands on your shoulders, looking up at him with wide eyes.

"You look cold," Beel said, simply.

He was rewarded with a soft smile. "Thanks, Beel."

Hearing your name on his lips made his gut flip.

You put the jacket on and held out your arms, the sleeves completely engulfing your hands and hanging off the ends of your fingers. You laughed and it was a sweet musical sound. Then you pulled your arms in and huddled into his jacket, beaming out at him from within the fabric.

Beel laughed, too. You looked so cozy even though you were practically drowning in it.

-

When Beel decided to host a barbecue at his house, he decided to invite you directly instead of waiting around, hoping you would tag along with your brother. It was easy enough to ask you at one of the games. Beel noticed the way you blushed a little before saying yes.

Now everyone was in his backyard, enjoying the food, talking and having a good time. Beel had a plate in his hands, which he carried over to sit down beside you.

"Have you tried this salsa?" Beel asked, offering you the side of his plate with a pile of tortilla chips and a generous amount of salsa. "It's really good."

"I haven't," you said, but when you didn't reach for any, Beel dipped a chip for you.

Beel handed it over to you, but instead of taking it, you ate it out of his hand. He could feel the brush of your lips on his fingertips.

Beel blushed and he saw that you were blushing, too. You covered it up by exclaiming about how delicious the salsa was.

Later on in the evening, it became too cold to stay outside, so everyone migrated into the house. Beel's friends and teammates were in the living room, scattered about on the couch and the floor.

Beel himself looked around and saw you, lingering on the edge of the room. Beel went over to you and took your hand. You looked at him in surprise, but let him lead you down the hallway.

It was simply that Beel couldn't wait any longer. He pulled you into his room, closing the door and putting his hand on it, just behind your head. He leaned in close, but didn't touch you.

"I can't stop thinking about you, MC," he said quietly, his voice low in tone and volume. "Every time I see you, my heart starts racing. I just want to ki-"

But Beel didn't get to finish saying that he wanted to kiss you because you threw your arms around him and crashed your lips into his.

Beel stumbled backward a little, his arms going around your waist to catch you and balance himself. He continued to move back until he ran into his bed, falling back onto it and pulling you on top of him. You nestled easily between his legs as he opened his mouth for you, tongues now sliding together.

It wasn't long before things escalated and you were on your back beneath him, looking up at him with the kind of need in your eyes that Beel had only ever dreamed about. You arched your back, pressing your body up into his erection, making him growl low in his throat.

"MC," he said, voice raspy. "Everyone else is out there… and your brother…"

"I don't care about that," you said. "Please, Beel… I need you…"

At least Beel could say that he tried. But after you said that, he lost all restraint. Beel made short work of your clothes and his until you were pressed together skin to skin, his lips trailing down your neck and chest. Beel watched you biting your lip as he sank his cock into you, clearly trying to stay quiet, knowing that if you were too loud, the others would hear you.

You gasped lightly as Beel started to move. He tried to start slow, but he was already so desperate for you, it wasn't long before he was thrusting fast and hard, pounding into you as you held onto his shoulders, mouth open in ecstasy. You were breathing heavily, pulling in air, and occasionally moaning quietly. As you tried to suppress your sounds they ended up sounding more like little whines. Your noises, the way you clutched at him, everything about you drove him crazy.

Beel couldn't think straight, dizzy with the feeling of your wetness around his cock, the way you kept squeezing on it, the way your fingernails dug into his skin, the way you kept biting your lip trying to keep yourself quiet. Beel was overcome by the feelings that rushed through him, not just how good his cock felt inside you, but also the way your face had transformed into a look he'd never seen before. Like he was the only thing you knew in that moment. Like he had become your entire world.

Beel felt it when you started to get close to your orgasm, as your body squirmed and your muscles tightened. And then you arched everything, your back, your neck, and whined with a suppressed moan as you came, squeezing him so hard he had to bite back his own moan.

Your expression became one of complete bliss as Beel didn't stop or slow down, keeping his pace steady as the sweet feeling began to tighten in him, too. He was so close and you felt so good…

"Beel," you said, voice quiet, eyes half shut, like you were experiencing a little slice of heaven at the way his cock was moving inside you. "You're amazing."

And that was all it took. Beel's grip on you tightened as he came, spilling into you, taking in heavy breaths as he did, making sure he wasn't too loud.

Later when Beel brought you back out into the living room, nobody seemed to notice that the two of you were gone. He was relieved that they hadn't realized he had taken you into his bedroom to fuck you silly. He was a little embarrassed at his lack of restraint, but you had certainly been a willing participant. And the cute little knowing smile you threw his way for the rest of the night filled him with a heated warmth and made him hope that it would happen again.

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