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Three wishes (The demon brothers x MC)
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"If you could have three wishes, what would you wish for?"
You raised an eyebrow at the brother that directed the question at you, and he responds with a cheeky grin. It's rare that all eight of you are gathered like this; usually everyone is spread out all over the house. Mammon, Satan and Lucifer are sprawled out on the various armchairs spread throughout the room (Well, Mammon and Satan are sprawled out. Lucifer is, surprise surprise, sat ramrod straight in his chair, sipping a cup of tea.) Asmo and Levi sit at the dining table, painting their nails and playing a handheld game respectively. The twins are entangled together on the couch, and you can see Beel trying to reach for the snacks on the coffee table without disturbing a half-asleep Belphie. Seven expectant pairs of eyes look to you upon hearing Mammon's random question, waiting for your response. You purse your lips. "Well..."
"An unlimited amount of money, of course." You answer with a laugh, mirroring Mammon's cheeky smile. In response, the Avatar of Greed suddenly leaps up from his chair to pulls you from yours. The other six roll their eyes as Mammon waltzes you around the room with a proud grin.
"YES, THAT'S MY HUMAN!"
"Alright, enough." Belphie grumbles. He pulls you from Mammon's grasp as you waltz past, and Beel shuffles to the side to make room for you on the couch. Mammon collapses back in his original seat, still grinning. "What else would you wish for?"
You snuggle up to the twins. "Well...I'd like to be with you guys forever. You guys mean the world to me now...I can't imagine living my life with all of you."
Levi's cheeks flush red at your declaration. "E-Even me?"
You flash him an affectionate smile. "Of course, Levi. It just wouldn't be the same without you."
Everyone in the room is smiling at you now, their favourite human. The one that, against all odds, managed to unite the family and win over their hearts. Beel gently nudges you in the side. "And your last wish?"
Deep in thought, you absentmindedly take the handful of popcorn Beel offers you and pop it in your mouth. "Well," you begin, your mouth full. "I'd like to be pretty."
Everyone in the room freezes. You can feel the previously joyous atmosphere draining from the room. Lucifer requests for you to swallow your food before you talk. "Could you please repeat yourself, MC?"
Aware that all seven brothers are looking at you oddly, you swallow nervously. "I, um. Would like to be pretty? Good looking? Even if it's just for an hour. No one's ever really found me attractive, per se. And my parents have always been saying stuff like 'Oh if you do this, you'd look way better' so I..."
The twins engulf you in a tight hug, cutting off your rambling. Mammon comes hurtling from the other side of the room to join the cuddle pile. "G-Guys?!"
"You know you're beautiful already, right?" Satan says, his brows furrowed together in concern. Lucifer nods. It seems like the two of them are in agreement for once. "You're the most ethereal being we've ever laid our eyes on."
"Even more so than Asmo." Levi chimes in. Indignation crosses Asmo's face momentarily (You can practically hear what he's thinking, "How dare anyone say that about me?!"), but to your surprise, even Asmo is quick to agree.
"We love you, MC." Beel murmurs, pulling you closer to him.
Mammon meets your gaze, and you can see in them the amount of affection he holds for you. He presses a kiss to the top of your head. "Just the way you are."
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hi!! can i pls request an mc who is always really loud during sex and how the brothers would react to it? thank u ❤️
A/N: Happy holidays, ladies, gents, & non-binary frens! This is my gift to you with a GN!Reader so everyone can enjoy! <3
Obey Me HC: A MC Who's Loud During Sex (NSFW)
> Lucifer has absolutely no qualms about how loud you are during sex. If anything, it only adds onto his pride the way everyone in the House of Lamentation can hear how good he’s making you feel.
> Seriously, he’ll go out of his way to make sure your screams aren’t muffled, always removing your hand if it ever moves to cover your mouth. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
> Sometimes Lucifer even stops what he’s doing to punish you for trying to stifle your moans. “Why would you ever want to deprive someone of your pretty fucked-out sounds? You’ll learn to be a good human.”
> Tying you up is another foolproof way to make sure your hands are otherwise occupied. He’ll never admit it but it drives him crazy the way you’re lying there, vulnerable and at his mercy. Often times, you’re not allowed out until your throat is sore and your voice - gone.
> This dynamic works perfectly. While Lucifer is on the quiet side during sex, rarely grunting or growling, your whimpers pair nicely with the sounds of skin slapping skin.
> At first, Mammon’s a bit shy about the volume of your moans and how they echo down the hallway every time he rams into you; however, that quickly fades as he realizes it makes his brothers jealous.
> The mornings after you two fuck the brothers always tease him a little less, and he notices, immediately taking advantage of the fact. Whenever he gets teased and taunted by them, you better be prepared not to sleep that night. And Diavolo forbid, you join in with them - you’re only making it worse for yourself.
> He loves teasing you about it! “Mmm.. you’re already so loud and I’ve barely touched ya..” You learned not to fight him about it because all he does is smirk and prove you wrong. Okay, sometimes you pick a fight, but who can blame you?
> If he ever gets jealous over you spending lots of time with one of his brothers, Mammon’s greediness only fuels the need to hear your sounds. He’ll hit that sweet spot over and over and over again just to hear your voice tremble.
> Honestly, he’d set your moans as his ringtone if you didn’t slap him every time he did.
> Leviathan actually stops thrusting when your mewls bounce off the walls of his room for everyone in the building to hear. He attempts to kiss you to help keep you quiet but that quickly proves ineffective as you moan loudly into his mouth.
> But Lord Diavolo does this help boost his ego! The fact that you’re making those sounds because of the things he’s doing to you... He has to pinch himself a couple times to make sure Belphie isn’t just fucking with his dreams again.
> Sometimes his tail will unconsciously snake up your body and wrap around throat while you two are in bed. While he loves to hear you, he also gets major satisfaction watching you struggle to make out your words.
> If Levi thinks you’re loud in bed... just wait until you’re in the shower. The confined space only makes your sounds louder, so he usually keeps a hand over your mouth while in there.
> With Levi also being loud during sex, you two keep up everyone in the House of Lamentation and, sometimes, even everyone in Purgatory Hall.
> When Satan realizes you’re a screamer in bed, he can’t help himself. He’s curious to see just how loud you’ll get - overstimulating you until your whimpers turn to cries of pleasure.
> He’s absolutely shameless, sometimes purposefully fucking you in the room next to Lucifer’s study so he knows he’ll have a hard time concentrating on it. Either Lucifer will sit there and just listen to it until it stops, or have to come interrupt you two and acknowledge firsthand that his little brother is fucking the eldest’s favorite human.
> If you two get into a heated argument that turns sexual, Satan will make sure to do everything in his power to amplify your sounds just out of spite. “Since you wanted to yell, now you’re going to scream, MC.”
> One time he tried to fuck you in the library. You two were kicked out in less than two minutes. It wall all your fault.
> Whenever you decide to tease him in public, he turns the tables on you tenfold, pulling you into the nearest bathroom stall or changing room. If you want to be naughty human, then he’ll make sure everybody knows just how naughty you are.
> When Asmo finds out you’re loud, he absolutely adores it. He loves every single sound that falls from your lips, eats up every last word you say while he’s inside you.
> As expected, he’s not embarrassed one bit that everyone can hear you. In fact, he’ll bring it up in conversation. “Did you hear MC last night? Didn’t they sound so pretty?”
> To switch things up, sometimes Asmo tells you to keep quiet for as long as you can while he’s down in between your legs. His mouth has you quivering mere minutes later, pleas and whimpers growing louder with every flick of his tongue.
> He loves it when you wear a gag. You’re a sight to behold, spit drooling down your chin, cries muffled while he takes you from behind. The squeals you make when he slaps your ass... Oh, he really does just eat that shit up.
> Taking advantage of your... disadvantage, Asmo also likes to make you keep in a small vibrator while in public, turning it up whenever you’re ordering food or trying to make a purchase so you can bless whoever’s listening with a moan or two.
> Beel is a blushing mess when he hears just how loud you are, but he can’t stop pushing into you at the same time. Not only do you sound mesmerizing, but look at you.
> He tries to be gentle at first, but quickly loses control, your moans only provoking him further. Without having to worry if you’re feeling good, Beel can just fuck you to his heart’s content. <3
> That is - until you wake up Belphie. Then he wants a piece of you too. It’s your fault he woke up horny so now you have that to fix, too.
> Even after you’ve been together for months, Beel still blushes like he’s hearing you for the first time.
> Even if you aren’t naturally loud in bed... you are with Beel. Fight me about it.
> Belphie teases the shit out of you when you two have sex for the first time. Literally, he has a shit-eating grin on his face for hours after you’re done, even going as far as mimicking your moans.
> “Geez, MC... If you wanted Diavolo to hear you, then mission accomplished.”
> Though, sometimes he wants peace and quiet while fucking, keeping his hands or tail wrapped around your throat to encourage your silence.
> Like Satan, if any of his brothers annoy him or taunt him about being the youngest, he merely goes back to his room and keeps you screaming for hours on end. It’s better than any prank he could pull.
> He slaps your ass casually in public just to hear that small, sweet squeal of surprise.
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Beel Wants a Baby
Beelzebub x Fem!reader
Warnings: cunnilingus, breeding, semi-rough sex, pretty vanilla, unprotected sex, a hint of voyeurism bc ofc Belphie’s there, hints of MC being intimate with multiple brothers (that’s just how you play the game baybeee!), very slight, and i mean minuscule, daddy kink
A/N: This is the first time I’ve written for Obey Me! and I honestly needed to get this out of my head so I could focus on other projects lmao. Please be gentle. I’m new to the fandom. (Minors DNI)
It’s not the fanning of his warm breath against your skin that stirs you away from your slumber, nor is it the press of his soft lips against the hollow of your neck. You’re used to it by now - Beelzebub getting a little more cuddly after you’ve fallen asleep. It’s probably something he’s picked up from his twin. You like it. His presence is comforting, and his affections are never unwelcomed.
However, when air-light fingers slowly, sensually glide down your chest to your navel and his hand begins moving in soothing circles, tiny knots crowd your stomach, causing a pulse to begin between your legs. When you’re finally lucid, your toes curl and your thighs squeeze together. Your eyes flutter open, and you’re greeted with his appraising purple irises that gleam with adoration.
You lift a hand to his flushed cheek, cupping his face. He leans into your touch with a soft hum.
“What time is it, Beel?” You’re not too sure if it’s morning yet. Belphegor is still snoozing away in the bed next to Beelzebub’s, but that’s a given. Belphie would sleep until noon unless somebody did something about it. Despite being a little more alert, you can tell by the sleep under Beel’s eyes that he’s only been awake for a little longer than you have.
Beelzebub mumbles back a short, “dunno,” and that’s how you know it’s not exactly morning. He’d already be talking about breakfast if it were. You faintly wonder when his stomach will begin to growl, and if he’ll ask you to come to the kitchen with him. Before things can escalate to that, you lean up and plant a soft kiss on his lips.
What you think would be a simple peck—a light kiss before you fall back into bed, and turn away before he tries to tow you with him to get a pre-breakfast snack—turns into something much more. His kiss is deep—hungry in a way that only Beelzebub can manage while keeping it arousing. He parts your lips with a flick of his tongue and is quick to to gain as much from the exchange as he can manage. He groans lowly as his tongue grooves over yours, riffing up to stroke the roof of your mouth. All the while, his hands roam your body, moving over your sides to tighten on your hips. He pulls you against him, and you feel his erection press against your pelvis, which sends another excited flutter to your stomach.
You’re only able to breathe when Beelzebub breaks the kiss to move his lips back to your neck. What once was little lip nuzzles turns into sudden nips and harsh sucking. His tongue laves over you, trailing long, wet stripes over the most sensitive parts of your skin. He bites down when your body shudders underneath him. You moan, and despite knowing you’ll be reprimanded by Lucifer (and possibly even Mammon), for having dark spots around your neck, you weave your fingers through Beel’s ginger hair, and tug, asking him for more. He’s quick to oblige, making sure that both sides of your neck get an equal amount of sucking treatment.
When your hips buck, Beelzebub takes advantage of your position and begins grinding against you—the thin material of both of your pajama bottoms proves to be a useful form of friction. You can feel your arousal begin to pool as his cock slides against your entrance, teasing you, giving you a sample of what’s to come. But you’re far too impatient for that, and you find yourself cupping him, rubbing him through his smooth pants.
There’s a grunt, and suddenly Beelzebub is shifting his kisses lower, raising your shirt over your head so he can wrap his mouth around your right nipple while his hand tweaks and pinches your left. He bites down softly, eliciting a sweet mewl from you, only to have him chuckle and do the same to your left. Then he’s lowering himself, kissing your stomach over and over, petting you. It’s odd, but he’s giving quite a bit of attention to your stomach. You don’t mind too much, except your hips are more than a little sensitive, so when he kisses you there, he gets you squirming. But he doesn’t travel lower. He just keeps kissing your stomach...until he sighs.
“Beel? Baby?” You cast a glance down on him to see him eyeing your stomach almost solemnly. When his eyes meet yours, you see it: his sadness. His brows are knitted together, and he looks so hurt that it’s almost enough to make you cry. “What’s wrong?”
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he dips down to kiss your stomach again.
“Are you hungry?” You ask, reaching down to brush some hair out of his eyes.
He pauses. “Yeah.”
You lean up, still keeping your hand in his hair. Your fingers move down to tip his chin up at you so he’s looking at you again. “Want me to come with you to get something to eat?”
You definitely don’t want to stop here, and going to the kitchen would be a bit of a pain, but you can’t stand to see Beel looking this sad. You’d even walk with him all the way to Hell’s Kitchen if it meant seeing him smile again. But all he does is shake his head.
“I’m not hungry for food.” He drops another kiss, and you think you’re back on track, until his head touches your stomach again. He grimaces.
“Talk to me, Beel. What’s going on?” You’re more tentative now. Awake. You cradle his head in your hands and kiss his nose. “Why are you sad?”
“I had a dream.”
Beelzebub has told you about his dreams. Memories from the Celestial War—memories about Lilith, shot down right in front of him. You hadn’t truly been there, so you don’t share his trauma, but you know it haunts him, and you want to be there for him, especially during bad nights.
“I’m sorry, Bee. I know how those bad dreams make you feel. We can talk about it, if you’d like. Or...I could distract you.”
Again, he shakes his head. “I’m not sad because it was a bad dream. I’m sad because it was a good dream.” His eyes fall down to your stomach. “It was such a good dream. And it wasn’t real.”
You begin to move your hand away from him, but he catches you, and kisses the carpal side of your palm. “I want it to be real,” he says, “so badly.”
“Yeah?” You ask as Beel’s lips slowly travel up your arms. He pulls you against him, crowding you in what would be a loving embrace if it weren’t for his tongue sliding against your neck again. When you speak, it’s broken—breathy and needy. “H-how can I help? Can...we make it real?”
He lets out a low sort of hum as his hand slips down your body and into your pajamas shorts. Fingers find your center, and you gasp when he begins to pet you through your already damp panties.
“Lay back,” he commands in a whisper, decidedly dropping the subject. You’re suddenly struck with Beelzebub’s change in expression. He no longer looks sad. Instead, there’s a determined shine in his eye. You can feel the heat of his ravenous intensity as you lay your head back on the pillow, shuffling out of your shorts. He moves south and spreads your legs apart so you’re open and ready. He plants an open-mouthed kiss over your clothed slit before his tongue slips up the length of you. He hums in appreciation, always loving the taste of you, even through your panties.
Tugging the thin barrier between you and his mouth to the side, Beel’s demon tongue slues out, hungrily lapping up your arousal. He’s a little sloppy and relentless as he runs long, languid strokes between your lips, but there’s method to his madness as far as your clit is concerned. The tip of his tongue barely teases it, but it’s enough to get your rocking against his mouth. As hungry as Beel usually is, when it comes to you, he’s much more likely to play with his food before his meal.
He hooks his arms around your legs to hold you in place before his long tongue dives deep into your cunt.
“O-oh!” You choke out a moan, surprised by how full you feel with just his tongue. “Beel, god, that’s—nnnh!”
“Shhh.” He slides out of you, offering your throbbing pussy little kitten licks before saying, “don’t want to wake Belphie.”
He wraps his mouth around your clit and begins to suck. His fingers prods your entrance, and he doesn’t spare another second before his large digits are halfway in. He pumps himself in and out of you, curling his fingers to the press against that spongey button that drives you crazy. You have to clap a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from growing louder, but still you’re whining through it, stirring Beelzebub on.
Soon you find your thighs clamping down on his head. Your heart pounds and blood rushes down to your center. You moan, halfway whining your way through climax as Beelzebub continues to devour you. He doesn’t stop until you’re done shaking and practically yanking on his hair to pry him off of you. He has a smug look on his face—a rare sight for Beel—as he licks residual slick off of his fingers.
“Was that good?” He asks, though you know that he knows it was.
“Incredible,” you pant, still trembling a bit.
He chuckles and sits up right, pulling his pajama bottoms down to reveal his thick, throbbing member. The tip glistens with a thick hint of precum, and he uses it as lubrication to begin pumping himself.
While you slip out of your panties, you ask, “do you have something? For...protection?”
His eyes fall over your naked body and he shakes his head.
“I don’t want to use any,” he says, looming over you. He presses his cockhead against your still-sensitive clit and begins rubbing himself against you.
“But, Beel-!” You’re silenced by his mouth slamming into yours. He pulses against you, sliding his cock against your waiting, plush entrance. He groans into the kiss before pulling away, a string of saliva connected his lips to yours.
“I want a baby,” he whispers gruffly.
“A-? A baby?!”
“You were so happy in my dream,” he continues, one hand traveling back to your stomach as he continues to grind against you. “You had this cute little bump and you were so excited for her.”
“A girl?” You ask, eyes widening in disbelief. Beelzebub hums a conformation and kisses your cheek softly.
“We were gonna have a little baby girl and we were going to name her Lilith,” he explains, mouth raking over your ear. “I want to make you that happy in real life. Let me inside. Let me put a baby in you.”
This is definitely a subject that warrants a longer discussion, but you’re unable to say that when Beelzebub once again bites into your neck. You cry out, hips bucking up, allowing him direct access into your cunt. He slides in with a groan, and you are absolutely lost to him.
He pushes in deep, the feeling of his unwrapped cock filling you up in one delicious thrust. Your mouth falls open on a broken moan, and that’s when his muscular arms wrap around you, caging you against him as he begins to groove into you.
Beelzebub is strong, but he’s a gentle giant. He’s always been so careful to not hurt you when he fucks you, but this is different. He starts off at his usually benevolent pace, moving his hips so he hits just the right spot, but when his hand moves over your stomach to feel his cock pressing up against you, something in him switches. His thrusts become more relentless and he even bares his teeth when you reach out to stroke his muscular chest.
He lifts legs over his shoulders, folding you against yourself, and slams into with so much force, you find yourself yipping. He kisses you with bruising intensity, tongue greedily twining with yours before he’s pulling away, growling I love you’s and I’m gonna make you so happy.
“Happy,” you echo in a half-dazed state. You can’t remember the last time you’ve been fucked this roughly. Lucifer sure likes using toys to make you scream, but when he’s inside you, he’s more charitable than anything else. Beelzebub is being greedy, and you would have half a mind to say that he’s using you, if it didn’t feel so good.
“Bee,” you whimper as you feel a tightening in your center. “Feels so good, baby! Please don’t stop!”
His response is to hiss through his teeth and move his fingers in ceaseless circles around your clit. “You’re gonna come for me, baby girl?” He kisses you. “You’re gonna make me a daddy?”
Beelzebub drops one of your legs and holds the other spread farther out. “Use your words, little one,” he commands, panting. “Say, I wanna have your baby, daddy.”
You repeat his words, albeit breathlessly, right before incurring the crackling of sparks of an oncoming orgasm. You clench around him, chanting your pleas, locking your arms around his neck. He kisses you deeply, silencing your warbling cries, and as you lose yourself, spasming around him, he releases a long groan, jetting out white hot seed into your throbbing cunt.
The two of you stay like that, connected, breathing together, kissing each other, and loving every second of it. He whispers to you, apologizing for getting a little out of control, and you smile and kiss his nose, making sure he knows it’s okay. He tells you that he’s excited, that you’re going to be a beautiful mother, and that he can’t wait to be your baby’s daddy. All you can do is smile and let him tuck you against him after he pulls out.
You’re not sure what to think about having a kid with Beelzebub—with any of the demon brothers, for that matter. But you’ll be sure to talk to him more about later in the morning. He’ll be sure to want a repeat of what just happened—Beelzebub is as gluttonous as they come—but for now, you’ll be happy being held in his embrace.
Until, of course, his stomach begins to growl.
“Hmph!” He’s quick to complain.
“Do you want me to come with you to the kitchen?” You offer.
“No, I’ll be fine.” He kisses the back of your neck before sliding out of bed. “I woke you up, after all. You rest.”
You hum back to him, thanking him as he walks out of his shared room, then snuggle up to Beelzebub’s pillow, already missing his warmth. It’s not long before you’re dozing back to sleep, and a new presence dips into Beel’s bed.
You feel his hands roam over your bare back before he speaks.
“Now, that’s no fair…” Belphegor's voice is crackly with sleep as he nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck. His breath is hot with envy and need while his arms wrap around your torso. “What if I want you to have my baby?”
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The Demon Bros: Waking up from their first sex dream about you
• His alarm goes off and he jolts upright in bed, thoughts and images from his dream racing through his mind
• He realizes that he’s very hard, and his face is covered in a deep blush
• He sorts out his little (big) problem, and goes to breakfast, desperately trying to get his mind off the dream
• He’s almost successful, until he opens the doors and sees you sitting alone at the table, wearing a tank top and shorts
• “M-Morning, MC” he stammers
• You look up, “Lucifer? Are you alright?” you ask, never having heard him stutter before
• “Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired” he brushes off the question, and you can tell something is up, but don’t want to push him
• “Alright Luce, come sit. I’ll get you tea” you say, pulling back the chair that’s next to yours as you get up, walking over to the table to get him his favorite tea
• You accidentally bump into him, and his face blushes deep red
• “Lucifer, are you sure everything is okay? You know you can always talk to me”
• “Yeah, sorry. I didn’t mean to bump into you”
• You can feel his eyes burning into your back as you make his tea
• You walk it to him and set it down in front of him, his eyes staying locked on you the entire time
• “Lucifer…” you start, but he cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours
• You’re surprised, but definitely not upset about this, and once the surprise wears off you grip the back of his hair with your fingers
• The two of you get pretty carried away, you’re straddling his hips when Asmo opens the door and gasps
• “Finally!! Congrats, MC!! You finally put the moves on Lucifer, huh”
• You blush, and Lucifer smirks at you, “Oh? So you’ve wanted to do this for a while then?”
• “Oh damn, did Lucifer make the first move? I wasn’t expecting that!” Asmo giggles, “But either way I’m glad you two are finally clearing the sexual tension
• You clear the sexual tension all right, for the rest of the day and into the night oops
• It’s the middle of the day when he’s suddenly hit with the memory of his dream
• He’s hanging out with you in his room, you’re doing homework and trying to get mammon to study for a test he has
• He goes silent, and you look over to see a hand over his mouth, like he’s in shock
• “It’s nothing…don’t worry about it human”
• You punch his arm playfully, but he jerks away
• Your heart stings, and it’s clear on your face
• “MC, shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that…”
• “Mammon…what was that?”
• He doesn’t want to be honest, but he knows you’ll get the truth out of him one way or another
• So, he tells you
• You blush, like a lot
• He gets a bit rambly at the end, talking about how he hopes this doesn’t change your friendship and that he doesn’t want you to be upset with him
• Only one way to reassure him that you aren’t…
• A kiss!
• He’s !! at first, but then relaxes into the kiss
• “I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while now, Mammon. This was the perfect excuse”
• He get’s all cute and blushy
• “Awh, you have a crush on the Great Mammon!” he teases
• “Shut up~” you blush, and lean in and kiss him again
• You feel like you could kiss him for hours and not get tired of it, so that’s exactly what you do
• He wakes up covered in sweat, breathing heavily
• It’s 3 in the morning, so he knows you won’t be awake
• Wait, you’re his best friend! He can’t have a sex dream about his best friend!
• That’s when he hears his phone vibrate, and it’s none other than you
• Within a few minutes you’re knocking on his door, wearing the hoodie he leant you no less
• “Levi…I had a nightmare…can we cuddle” you whisper, usually not this forward but it was 3 am and you just wanted to be in your crush’s arms
• He nods, and the two of you walk to his bed
• You notice he’s a bit, well, hard, and don’t know whether or not to mention it
• But it’s 3 am and you’re hit with a wave of horniness, so when he spoons you you push your ass against him
• You feel him tense up, but the quiet moan that escapes his lips is validation enough for you to slowly begin grinding against him
• His hand holds your hip as you grind against him, both of you breathing heavily
• You turn to face him, the two of you locking eyes and silently agreeing that you were going to take your friendship to the next level
• You climb on top of him and resume grinding against him, bringing your lips together in sloppy, hungry kisses
• You have sex, and fall asleep in each other’s arms
• The next morning you’re both 😳, but you confess to having liked him for a while and by the time you’re at breakfast the two of you are officially dating
• He fell asleep in his chair reading again, but notices the blanket draped over him, bookmark carefully placed in his book that was not placed on the table beside him
• He quickly places that you were reading with him, and blushes at your kindness
• His blush then deepens when he’s hit with the memory of his dream
• Clips of you kissing, grinding against him, him thrusting deep into you in every position he could imagine flying through his mind, and he realizes that he’s very hard because of it
• He turns to look at his bed, and is surprised to find you in it, sitting by the window and reading late into the night
• You notice him stir, and turn to look at him. You’re dressed in just one of his tee shirts and your underwear. “Hey there sleepyhead” you tease, “Want to come lay down?”
• He nods, but realizes he can’t get up without you seeing his ~issue~
• “Mmmm…I’m gonna stay here for a minute” he says, and you think you know what’s going on
• You stand up, walking over to him and swaying your hips a bit more than usual, letting his shirt graze your thighs
• You watch as his eyes trail your body, smirking as your heart rate increases
• You stand at the front of the chair and lean over, resting your hands on the arms of his chair and putting your faces close together
• “Satan~ Why won’t you come sleep with me~” you tease, fully accepting that you were basically confessing to him
• He exhales with sexual frustration, and you lean even closer
• “Satan…” you whisper breathily against his lips, and before you know it his hands are holding your face and he’s kissing you deeply
• You spend the rest of the night making his dream come to life
• He wakes up ~fashionably late~, and is in the middle of picking his outfit when he remembers
• He blushes a bit, but chuckles to himself
• “MC, MC…you’ve got me…huh” he admits to himself, and sends you a quick text asking you to come to his room
• You arrive within a few minutes, and can tell that he has something crazy he’s going to propose
• But you didn’t expect that he was going to confess a sex dream about you !
• It’s not like you hadn’t had them about him, but you didn’t think he’d had them about you
• “So, whaddya say? Care to make my dream come to life~”
• You blush and nod, “It’d be my pleasure~”
• You simultaneously bring your lips together and running your hands up and down each other’s bodies
• You walk to the bed together, falling back on it with him on top of you, rolling his hips perfectly against yours
• He starts kissing down your neck, and you shakily breathe out his name, begging him to keep going
• You go for quite a few rounds, him bringing you to as many climaxes as you bring him
• He’s surprisingly calm about the whole thing
• That is, until he sees you in the kitchen, still in your pajamas and sleepily eating a bagel
• He quickly checks you out, which you act like you don’t notice
• You heart was warm at the sight of him coming in, and it beat fast when you saw him check you out
• You get up and walk to him at the fridge, slipping your body in front of his and pressing against him
• “Morning Beel” you say, exaggerating the tiredness in your voice because you knew he thought it was cute
• “Morning baby” he responds, not realizing the pet name until after it slipped out
• You smile, turning around to face him and reaching your arms up and wrapping your arms around his neck
• “I like the pet name, honey. You should keep using it”
• He blushes, but nods. He looks into your eyes, trying to read them
• You make it easier for him, “So Beel, does this mean I can call you mine”
• He’s a bit taken aback by how forward you’re being, but leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead
• “Please~”, his voice is soft but confident, and he feels like he’s been in love with you for as long as he can remember, even though he just realized it this morning
• You bring his face down and lightly kiss his lips, smiling against them
• “Good” you say, heart smiling with love for your boyfriend
• He’s woken up from a nap abruptly, eyes shooting open with realization over what just happened
• He can usually control his dreams, which is why he was so surprised by this one
• He knew his heart felt different around you, but he didn’t think anything of it
• Until now, that is
• And he jumps out of his skin when he hears you knock on his door, “Belphegor! We have class, let’s go! Lucifer’s getting pissed!”
• “Uhhhh fuck” he groans, “Gimme a minute”
• “One minute, and then I’m coming in” you warn him, not wanting either of you to face the wrath of Lucifer (and also because you loved how much his room smelled like him)
• You wait about 20 seconds before opening the door, and you freeze and blush when you catch him shirtless, only in boxers
• “Damn, my bad” you say, but don’t move
• You hold eye contact for a moment, neither of you saying anything before you take the move and trace your eyes down his body, stopping on his boxers and tracing the outline of his length, which you note is very hard
• You step in and close the door behind you, locking it
• “Belphie~” you tease, walking towards him as he backed up towards his bed, nervous about what your intentions were
• “You put a hand on his bicep, and squeeze lightly, “I can uh, help you, if you want” He takes a moment to think, but nods and presses his hips to yours
• You miss your first class of the day heh
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You are Worth it!!
Okie so Lucifer with an M/C who is too forgiving and self deprecating? Like she is too harsh on herself all the time. Sorry this is soooo long but let me know if you want this with like other characters (I love writing for Diavolo/ Belezebub) :)
Also this is a HC but like its so long I have broken it into parts. Also i haven't finished the series so i am not basing this on a timeline this is just what i imagined Lucifer would be like.
Warnings: M/C being beaten up but like light, self deprecating thoughts I guess, its Angsty but fluffy ending
Summary: Lucifer catches demons who hurt you and how he takes care of you
One day Lucifer is walking back from a student council meeting. He wants nothing more than to drink a cup of melancholy coffee and rest because for once he has some free time on his hands. It would be even better if he can have you there with him (though he would never admit it
He stops though when he hears small whimpers. He cant place the voice but regardless he cant have anyone misbehaving in RAD… after all Diavolo’s reputation and what not…He follows the voice to a smaller corridor at the back but before he can step in he overhears the conversation.
“Aww is the little human scared? Is she crying cause it hurts? You want someone to save you… well tough luck those demon brothers probably don't care and want to get rid of you” *evil laughter. A loud smack is heard.
“Answer him bitch or that slap will be the least of your worries”
Lucifer saw red and he had heard more than enough. He would have been angry regardless but to act this way and say those things to the human… our human… his human. Words could not describe his anger and before he knew it his demon form was out. He stepped into the scene his aura pulsing red with anger and erupting further with the sight that greeted him.
There were three demons. One held you dangling against the wall by the neck, his grip tight enough for you to see stars. The other held a tight grip on your face with one hand, the other hand dragging along your arms, the claws leaving light red marks, some turning into scratches. Finally the third demon was trying to help you. Smaller than the others, he was pulling at the shirts of the other demons, kicking them but nothing was working.
“You guys!!! leave her alone… Come on she is so nice and and she bumped into you by mistake.” He was panicking cause these demons had just signed death certificates for themselves “Guys if Lucifer and the others find out they will kill you. Fuck they might kill me… I don't want to die guys I am too young” The little demon was now panicking about the wrong thing but his efforts had been noted.
Lucifer made his presence known and he loved the fear and panic that painted their faces. They had just made their biggest mistake and they knew it. The smaller demon had already booked it out of there when he saw Lucifer. Luckily Lucifer let him go.
“Death will be a dream compared to what I will do if you don't let go of her now!”
The other two looked at him with wide eyes.
You slowly opened your eyes. It hurt but when you saw him you smiled and honestly if Lucifer wasn't in love with you before Lucifer was now because how can someone smile when they are in this position. You had smiled for his benefit and to let him know you were okay and in hopes it would calm him down. Lucifer lets his eyes roam and he takes note of the blood dripping down your forehead and cheek, the red marks and bruises that lingered on your skin. The rips and tears in your blazer and shirt.
He fucking roars, and before anyone can say anything one demon is already on the floor screaming whereas the other is being held by throat, Lucifer dangles the pathetic demon over the others body.
“How dare you? How dare you touch her at all let alone in the way you have? Were you looking for a death wish? If you were that desperate for the sweet relief of death it would have been far more effective to jump”
You had fallen to the floor as Lucifer continued to threaten and beat the demons, but with all the might you could muster you got up and limped your way to lucifer. You wrapped your arms around his torso as you were not tall enough to reach his neck and though under normal circumstances you would never dare be so public with your affection… right now… right now you didn't care. You pressed your face into his chest and placed the smallest of kisses there, It hurt your lips to do so but it didn't matter.
Lucifer froze in his position, one foot on the chest of the demon on the floor, his hand still dangling the other demon. He looked down at you only to see your eyes looking up at him. There was a sheen of fear and pain but what shone below was far more intriguing for Lucifer. Admiration, care and hints of love… only one person had looked at him like that before. His grip tightened however as he continued to pink pick on all the marks that would be bruises tomorrow. And even though her next words were meant to calm him down they did the exact opposite.
“Please don't hurt them Lucifer, yes reprimand them...but don't hurt them more than you already have… not for me” you paused before continuing with a smile “They don't deserve death over something so small… it’s really not that bad and this fight is not worth it… dont waste your time and energy over them and me.” You took a deep breath though it hurt to and then again cheerfully said “You know I probably set them off and its my fault and they shouldn't get the blame… I probably deserved it” you trailed off the last part. It was not meant to be heard by Lucifer.
But he did hear it…
He tried not to show how much those words hurt to hear because even though they sounded neutral he knew what you were saying. This was your subtle way of saying you were not worth it; but it wasn't subtle. It was something Lucifer knew you struggled with; self worth but he didn't think it was so bad that when someone literally beat you and belittled you… you were willing to forgive them not just because of kindness but because you thought you deserved the pain. It made his heart ache and cry for you but he didn't show it.
This was something that needed to be dealt with now he decided. Anyway the punishment would be all the more sweeter for him and more painful for them if he let them think they got away. So he took their RAD ID cards and then let them run or rather painfully limp away.
Lucifer placed a small kiss on your forehead and held you for a second before looking around and seeing the mess. Your book bag had been thrown to the side, the contents all over the floor. Lucifer made to clean up. As you made a move to help, one look from him was enough to keep you in place. You used your pact with Mammon and called him so at least Lucifer had some help in cleaning everything up.
He arrived whilst complaining as always but one look at you and lord… he had never been more scared and panicked in his life.
“M/C… why have you summoned the great Mam – M/C WHAT HAPPENED? OMG – I… WAIT OKAY WHO DID THIS? I’LL KILL THEM!! THEY WO– not that I care about a human you know pfft but still you are my human and noone can hurt my human...” He looked at Lucifers face and shut up.
Instead you ask Mammon to help clean up and if he could support you as you walk that would have been great.
“Of course M/C… I got you…we got you” He said blushing.
Mammon put one arm around your waist the other holding the front of your stomach. It came away with blood and you could feel Mammon shiver with sadness and anger. You quickly placed an arm around his shoulders and smiled. “I’m okay Mon!” Lucifer could not help but look at the interaction and once again felt a tug at his heart strings. He came to your other side and assumed a similar position while still holding the bags. You felt bad for the amount of work for them but again one look from the two of them and you kept quiet. You were just glad neither had to carry you. Your poor heart wouldn't be able to handle that.
You spoke too soon though because not five steps later Lucifer decided that carrying you was a lot faster. So he gave all their stuff to Mammon and told him to get to the House of Lamentation first and get medical supplies ready as well as find Beel and Satan for help and though Mammon was not happy about leaving you, he listened to the instructions. His human was hurting after all. You however only realised Lucifer was about to pick you when he asked having not paid attention earlier… you panicked.
“Lucifer what are yo – OH NO ABSOLUTELY NOT NOPE – I CAN WALK LUCI – no I am too heavy I’ll hurt you.”
He frowned at you. Yes you were plumper than most girls your age… but he was a demon. How weak did you think he was? And plus he has carried you before (granted you were sleeping) But like ??? Ignoring your pleas he hooked his arms around your knees and waist and with one motion which would have been smoothe if you didnt fight so much he lifted you into his arms. He felt your weight but not in the way you think. It was reassuring because it felt real.
The strength of his arms as they held you close, the warmth of his body. You loved it even though his hand pressed on the rolls of your stomach which made you embarrassed. Despite that and you being tired you squirmed in his arms trying to wriggle free. He looked down at your curvy figure pressed into his and he smiled at the fight you continued. It was so endearing and precious.
You were honestly so small, cute and cuddly. He could feel your soft skin and the rolls around your stomach as well as your thick thighs. He loved them so much. The image of you standing on your tip-toes and still not reaching his mouth as you tried to kiss him before leaving for class entered his mind. God how had he managed to find the cutest human in any realm and bought them here was beyond him.
But then the words you had said earlier to stop him from killing those demons rung in his head and he immediately felt angry and sad again. So instead of letting you squirm which was his original plan he quickly whispered in your ear
“For every minute you squirm, you’ll get three more spanks as punishment… So if i were you m/c I would stop now.”
Your face went beet red. You remembered the last punishment which had you sore for days and you immediately went limp. Instead you let exhaustion wash over you as you tired to take stock of what you felt (the one habit you were proud of). You let your head rest on his chest and take in all the warmth you could get.
Lucifer exited the gates of RAD and started the walk home. Usually he got the luxury of the car but right now he thought it would be best to walk you could use the fresh air and he wanted to hold you for some more. The lack of protest from you made him look at your face and he saw the blank look you had. A moment passed before he sighed and kissed your forehead. You were contemplating what would have happened had he not arrived when he had. Lucifer walked faster because he could hold you close on another day… right now he wanted to put your fears to bed and talk to her about what you had said earlier.
The brothers crowded at the entrance of the house when Lucifer entered.
Most if not all were close to dying from worry and fear for you when Mammon had rushed home to tell them that you had been hurt. One look at you and Levi almost fainted. They all started speaking at the same time and though the noise was comforting the sheer Volume startled you. Lucifer told Satan, Beel to follow with the medical kit whereas the others were to go back to their rooms. The protests were quickly quietened when Lucifer explained they would help in punishment of two other demons.
Lucifer lead them to his room where he first took you to the bathroom and sat you on the counter of the sink. He then went outside and rid himself of his overcoat, gloves and other layers. He took the medical kit from Beel and told them they would come help later and though not happy they listened. The quicker the medical attention the faster you would be fine. Beel poked his head into the bathroom and honestly his expression made you want to cry. He had never looked sadder.
“Bye M/C... get well soon and ill make your (favourite dish) for dinner yeah?”
You smiled a big smile and with a very enthusiastic giggle waved at him. Beel left peacefully when he saw your smile. The door shut and for the few minutes you were left alone almost made you break down but you promised yourself you wouldn't cry in front of Lucifer. You will not let him see you that weak. But that resolve was dying.
Finally Lucifer entered the bathroom again with Medical supplies, towels and an extra shirt which he placed next to you. He was in a white dress shirt which had been ruined with spots of blood. The guilt you had been trying not to feel came back with a vengeance. Your eyes stayed trained on your lap as Lucifer came in front of you. His sleeves rolled up and gauze and bandages neatly lined next to him. Your face burned with embarrassment at how burdensome you had been. The poor man was busy enough. You knew he was waiting for you to spread your legs so he could stand between them but honestly you just wanted to be left alone to cry.
“Lucifer I can do this myself you really don't have to waste your time… I promise ill be fine”
The biggest smile plastered on your face… Lucifer was getting angry.
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(Bonus) The Undateables + their reaction to you having a nightmare
Since some people were interested, I went ahead and wrote reactions for the rest of the characters too!
[The Demon Brothers’ Reactions]
The Demon Prince may not act it, but he’s typically quite busy.
Even in the middle of hosting the humans, angels, and demon brothers in his home for the night, he’s forced to split his time between his duties, and being a proper host.
Unfortunately, balancing these tasks causes him to be awake until quite late--3am, to be exact.
By then, the castle has gone quiet. The voices of his guests have faded--indicating their slumber. However--
Diavolo pauses when he walks past one of many lounges, and spots you curled up at one end of a couch--the flames from the fireplace flickering in your glazed over eyes.
You look exhausted, and yet, you’re battling yourself to stay awake.
“Y/N,” he speaks softly, padding into the room. You jump--wide eyes flitting to him with worry.
“I-I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t be roaming around this late--”
“No, no, I do not mind,” he says with a small chuckle, seating himself on the couch beside you. He flashes you a gentle smile. “I was simply surprised to see you here. Why are you up so late?”
“I...,” he sees your cheeks go pink, and your eyes move to stare at the fireplace once more. “I had a bad dream...”
Clearly, you’re a little embarrassed to be admitting to him that something like a scary dream is what’s keeping you from going back to bed, but Diavolo is nothing but understanding.
“Ahhh, I hate when nightmares get in the way of a good nights rest.” He frowns and crosses his arms--glancing up at the ceiling as he ponders what he can do to help.
“If you don’t mind, I’d be more than happy to stay the night with you. I know having the comfort of another person nearby can be helpful.”
You can tell from his kind demeanor that he has no motive aside from genuinely trying to help you, and you get all warm inside.
You’d never have imagined receiving an offer like this from a literal Demon Prince, but...”I think I would like that.”
Nodding, Diavolo is quick to swoop you into his arms. With barely a sliver of his power, he manages to teleport you back into your room, and you blink in surprise as he sets you in bed, and then seats himself beside you.
“Sleep, Y/N,” you feel his hand against your hair, and suddenly your eyelids feel quite heavy. Within seconds, you’re fast asleep (you’re not sure if he had used more of his power, or if it’s just because the Demon Prince is so damn comforting, but either way, you’re out like a light)
True to his word, Diavolo stays with you the whole night, and you wake up in the morning to find his arm loosely curled around your torso.
The demon butler tends to get up early in order to prepare for the day.
He sees to it that things are prepared for his Lord, and any guests. Today, he’ll need to prepare breakfast for the exchange students as well.
His Lord had invited them to stay the night after a casual check-in on their experience in the Devildom had turned into a night of drinking and tale-telling.
It’s just past 5AM when Barbatos makes his way into the kitchen. However, he quickly realizes that he’s not alone.
You’re sat in a window nook in the corner of the room, a cup of coffee cradled between your hands as you stare out into the yard.
“Y/N,” he speaks your name whilst approaching, and Barbatos watches you blink out of your haze--your eyes shifting over to look at him.
“I’d say good morning, but I get the feeling you haven’t gotten much sleep,” he comments with good nature, smiling pleasantly. The corner of your lips twitch. “Do you have a hangover?”
It’s not like your group had been overly zealous the night before, but perhaps you’re easily affected by alcohol.
“No, just a nightmare,” you say with a sigh, taking another sip from your coffee. Barbatos eye’s lighten with sympathy.
“May I join you?”
You nod, scooting over to make room for him. He seats himself beside you, crossing his legs, and looking over to you pleasantly.
“At the very least, I can help you take your mind off of it. I have some time before I need to start preparing breakfast.”
“Thank you, Barbatos.”
The two of you chat for a while, talking about things that don’t really matter. Barbatos is careful to keep the questions and topics simple, and his efforts seem to pay off, because at some point, your words begin to slur.
Your body slumps, head landing onto his shoulder, and Barbatos pauses.
He was hoping to help you get back to sleep, but he hadn’t expected you to fall asleep on him.
Unfortunately, he’s grown to have a soft spot for you, and doesn’t have the heart to move.
Sighing, he leans himself against the window frame and closes his eyes.
Diavolo finds the two of you asleep together in the nook two hours later, and is sure to take many, many pictures before he decides to wake you up.
The angel is drawn out of his sleep by a small cry.
Rubbing at his eyes, he glances over to his DDD and sees that it’s just past 2AM. That’s strange. Usually he has no trouble sleeping soundly--
Eyes widening, Simeon suddenly remembers that he’s not alone tonight. You’re curled beneath a blanket on the couch in his dorm room. He and the other residents of Purgatory Hall had invited you over for a movie night, and you’d ended up opting to stay the night.
So, of course, Simeon had offered to let you room with him. (Like a proper gentleman).
However, now it unfortunately seems like you’re having a nightmare.
Flinging himself out of bed, Simeon hurriedly makes his way to your side. He cups your warm face with his hand, frowning as he he spots the tears blotting the corners of your eyes.
“Y/N,” he calls your name softly, but it’s enough to draw you from your dream.
Inhaling a deep breath, your eyes shoot open. You jolt to sit up, and immediately Simeon is holding you--drawing a hand between your shoulder blades as he attempts to comfort you.
“Shhh, you’re okay,” he coos, and your hands lift to grip against his shirt. Your heart is still racing, but him being there is a huge relief.
“Thank you,” you sigh after a few long minutes, and you feel Simeon shake his head. If it was in his power, he would have loved to protect you from bad dreams in the first place.
“Would you....would you mind joining me in the bed?” he asks, his cheeks feeling a little warm as he leans back to look at you. He places a hand against his neck, feeling a little foolish. “I would feel better if you were close. I don’t want you to have another bad dream.”
For a moment, you can only stare--processing everything he’s just said. Then, you smile, and nod your head. “Sure, Simeon. I would like that too.”
Relieved, Simeon beams at you, and you gasp quietly as he scoops you into his arms.
Moments later, you find yourself beneath his sheets, with the Angel tucked tightly against your back.
“Is this okay?” you nod at his question, relaxing against him. Simeon relaxes as well, allowing his eyes to close.
Knowing that the angel is nearby, you manage to get back to sleep. And in the morning, you wake up with Simeon’s arms hugged around your waist.
The sorcerer is on his way home from the House of Lamentation in the wee hours of the morning when he walks past your room, and notices that the door is ajar.
Pausing, he curiously glances inside. Your bed is messy--covers thrown to the side, and pillow on the floor beside the bed.
A little worried, Solomon double checks his DDD. It’s only 4am. Where would you be?
“Solomon?” your quiet voice rings out from behind him, and he turns to find you standing a short way up the hall. Your arms are hugged to your chest, cold sweat beading on your brow.
“Are you alright?” he asks, frowning. “I got worried when I saw your door open.”
“I...I had a nightmare, and...,” you motion behind you, still looking a little dazed. “Went for a short walk to try and ground myself...what are you doing here?”
“Asmo,” he says simply, not explaining further. After all, right now he’s more concerned about you.
Stepping forward, he reaches out and rests his palm on your hair. The contact makes you glance up at him, and he can see how tired you are. Your body needs more rest, but you’re too scared of falling asleep again.
“I know a spell that might help,” he says, a little mirth in his voice, and before you can ask, you feel his lips press against your forehead.
You freeze in surprise, and punch him lightly in the stomach when you hear his laughter.
“Asshole,” you push him aside and trudge back into your room. However, Solomon follows you--watching as you pick up your sheets and rearrange yourself back on your bed.
Once you’re settled, he joins you--sitting against the edge of the mattress.
“Would you like if I stayed?”
His voice is tender--understanding in his eyes as he regards you. As much as you hate him for that little move earlier, you can’t lie to yourself--you’d feel better if he stuck around.
“You can use my shower,” you mumble, rolling over and showing your back to him. “I don’t want you getting my sheets dirty.”
“Rude,” he comments, but nonetheless stands and moves to use your bathroom. You hear him turn the water on, and by the time Solomon reemerges into your bedroom, you’re fast asleep.
He ends up snuggling in beside you anyway.
The next morning, Asmo spots him sneaking through the front doors at 9am, and is very confused.
When Luke notices you tossing and turning, he’s quick to jump to his feet and move to check on you.
You’d fallen asleep in the Purgatory Hall common area after a study session, but he and the others had decided to let you be.
Eventually, Simeon and Solomon had gone to do their own thing, but Luke had stayed behind to greet you once you were through with your nap.
Unfortunately, it seems your nap has turned into a nightmare.
“Y/N!” he’s a little frantic with worry as he calls for you--his hands gripping your shoulders and attempting to shake you awake.
It works, and after a few seconds your eyes slide open--hand raising to press at your heart as you regain your sense of reality.
“Are you okay?” he hangs close to your side, his hands hovering near you. He’s never dealt with someone having a nightmare before, so he’s a little anxious. He wants to help you in any way that he can.
“I-I’m fine, Luke,” you flash him a half-hearted smile that makes his chest ache. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep...”
“It’s okay! We wanted you to rest!”
The angel presses to his feet, his hands fisting at his sides. He feels useless right now, and that bothers him.
“Ah! Simeon knows a celestial realm recipe for some calling tea! I’ll get him to teach me!”
He turns and starts to run from the room, but ends up pausing, and turning back to look at you. After a moment of internal debate, he darts back over to the couch and throws himself at you.
You grunt as his body weight lands against your chest--the tiny angel giving you a tight squeeze.
Then, he pulls back with pink cheeks, and scurries away.
You’re left sitting there in shock, but after a few moments, you laugh.
You feel a little better already.
[The Demon Brothers’ Reactions]
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Y/N or MC when Lucifer was about to kill them when they stood up for Luke and Beel:
Luke and the rest of the demon brothers:
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AHHHHH OKAY IM SORRY BUT I JUST SAW THE CUTEST TREND ON TIKTOK AND JUST HAD TO WRITE THIS
So it’s basically where one partner is complaining about how their shirt smells and when the other person leans down to smell it their forehead gets kissed 🥺 so I had to write it for the bros 😭 I’m still doing the prompt special tho but take this as a thank you gift/self indulgent. Heavy on the ✨self indulgent✨ Reader is gender neutral!
The Brothers and Forehead Kisses (Tiktok Trend)
MC ew, he doesn’t want to smell your shirt if it stinks
Why would he want to do that
But you were so persistent and would not stop pestering him until he sniffed it, and he has paperwork to do so he doesn’t have time to waste
If this was a prank and Satan and/or Belphie put you up to you’re going to regret it
Rolling his eyes, he leaned down to smell only to feel your lips gently kiss his forehead
Very confused until you asked him if he smelt it. He did the same thing and got the same result
So this was your little prank, huh?
Honeslty doesn’t mind it, and is a little smug about it too
If you just wanted to kiss him, why didn’t you say so? He will happily grant your request
He rather do the kissing and on another body part, but he can never complain when it comes to you
10/10 recommend forehead kisses with Lucifer
He won’t outright ask you for them, but he will be expecting them for now on (especially when he’s stressed). Your kisses are possibly his only weakness (not that he’ll ever say that), and makes him feel all warm inside
You make him feel warm inside MC
He’s definitely done the sniff test on his own clothes more than once, so has no problem smelling
The only problem he had was the instant butterflies in his stomach and the blush across his face after you kissed his forehead
“Oi human! W-what do ya think ya doin’?!”
Is embarrassed and acts like the kisses are unwanted (he’s not fooling anyone), until you do it again and again and again
Very dopey and starts to complain when you pull away
“Hey! You started this, s-so ya gotta finish it! And I’m- I’m not done yet!”
You dumb human! Making him feel all these emotions for you. Now you gotta take responsibility! He’s the Great Mammon after all, and he only gets the best!
He’s lying MC don’t ever stop loving on him you’re already the best
Bonus: give him forehead kisses whenever he’s upset during your pep talks and he’ll marry you on the spot. Also becomes his favorite kiss and expects them everyday
KING of the sniff test
Man almost never leaves his room and is either gaming or binging anime (sometimes both) 25/8 what do you expect?
Has a heart attack when you kissed his forehead
Not really but he felt like he was
Face completely red, including ears, he couldn’t even stutter out his question of why you were doing this
Were you pranking him? Was this a trick?! Why would someone like you (WAAY out of his league) kiss a yucky otaku like him?
You saw that he was getting that look again, so you pecked his forehead over and over
Completely shuts down, but in a good way!
Give him forehead kisses forever MC, especially when he’s upset in his degrading mood or about to go in a jealous rage
Becomes exclusively your thing
Another one that doesn’t want to smell your shirt
If you think it smells then change??? He doesn’t understand why you’re still wearing it
Have to practically FORCE his head to your chest, and he finally gives in
Was pleasantly surprised to feel the kiss
You make him fluster so bad MC that he chokes lmao
Tries to act smug about it at first, but you caught him off guard and he is not mad about that
Kisses your forehead everyday before you leave the house: whether it’s for RAD, hanging out, whatever reason doesn’t matter
Does it everyday, and in front of everyone ESPECIALLY in front of Lucifer, he lives to spite this man
Makes him feel like he’s a part of his own love story, and that he finally had a happy ending
You are NOT fooling this man
If you want him to smell you, you gotta lie and say you sprayed some perfume or cologne and want his opinion
Well why didn’t you say so? He’ll be honored that you want his opinion but who wouldn’t? He’s Asmodeus, the best-
Did you just kiss his forehead?
Naughty MC, if it’s a kiss you wanted you didn’t have to trick him to get it~
But he didn’t mind. It makes him feel loved, a different kind, way different than what he feels from his fans, if the deep blush on his face is anything to go off of
Forehead kisses are something reserved just for you! And it doesn’t matter if it’s him kissing yours or the opposite, he loves it. He lives for it now, but only for you. This is something that his fans can never have, and they feel just a little salty about it, but they can’t stay mad for long. It’s Asmo, and MC always brings out this glow from him, and they do kinda look cute together...
Surprisingly he rather do this behind closed doors. Has no problem with kissing you in public, but it’s just more personal when it’s just you two
Keep this up MC and he may start loving you more than himself-
JK he’s obviously first place
But you have him doubting that sometimes, and it doesn’t bother him as much as he thought it would
Does the sniff test sometimes, but only because if he smells food on it he gets hungry and sometimes tempted to eat the shirt
He can’t help it
You want him to smell you- your shirt? Doesn’t mind, you already smell good and he does have the strongest sense of smell in the house (probably ever tbh), so it makes sense
Now Beel is one tall demon. All the brothers are pretty tall, but he’s the tallest (even if he isn’t he’s still huge), so kissing his forehead was a challenge on his own
Is deathly quiet for a few seconds, expression serious. Then...
You see the widest smile along with the red spreading across his cheeks. Purposely continues to do it even after he knows it’s a prank, doesn’t care
You awakened the beast MC
Fully expects these kisses for now on. Every. Single. Day. Not that you mind in the slightest
He goes to you whenever he feels like he needs it. Feeling famished and food isn’t working? Forehead kisses make him feel full. Need good luck for practice and on game days? Those kisses give him an extra boost. Bored? You and your kisses are more than enough to entertain him
ALSO KISSES YOUR FOREHEAD NO EXCEPTIONS
Comes to you literally any time of the day to get your kisses. It’s better than anything he ever eats. Makes him feel better too!
Anything filled with love from you is better
MC what do you want?? He’s trying to sleep, and he doesn’t want to smell your smelly sweatshirt
Does the sniff test on his own clothes, but is petty enough to turn his nose at you
Maybe if you lay down and cuddle with him, he can probably take a whiff...
You fall for it (or so he thinks). So when he feels your soft lips on him, it’s enough to wake him up
You humans, always finding a way to trick people! Not that he cares that this trick has his heart racing and the tip of his ears burning
We all know he’s a sucker for affection no matter how much he tries to lie and deny it. So imagine how much he’s loving something so domestic like this
Is acting so shy, complaining about how unfair you are in teasing him, but you don’t miss the way his eyes flick from your lips to your own eyes, and the way that he positions himself for you to have easy access to kiss him again
Becomes your thing whether you like or not (spoiler alert: you do) and I mean just your thing. Besides from Beel, he’s pouting if you decide to do this to his other brothers. He’s the only one that should have your kisses, not his annoying and undeserving brothers! If you’re really sorry, you can apologize by giving him 10x the usual pecks and sleeping in his arms
Forehead kisses before napping and before going to bed >>>
The thought that he shouldn’t be forgiven still lingers in the back of his head, but whenever you give him that soft smooch on his forehead, it’s forgotten momentarily
You’re too good for him MC
You make him feel so cherished, so loved. He doesn’t know how he can repay you, make you feel the same, but these kisses are a good start
SN: should I do this for the BSD and MHA crew too 🤔? Cause I will 🌚 it’ll probably get done anyway lmao
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May I request kink headcanons for the undatables (minus Luke of course), like you did for the brothers? If you're not comfortable writing for them I understand. Thank you.
Obey Me HC: The Side Characters' Kinks
*Except for Lukey boy, of course.
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> It’s no secret that Lord Diavolo is a big demon, and so is his cock. His length and girth are unmatched by any of the brothers as the Demon Prince, and one of his favorite things are small humans. He has a size kink and falls in love with the way your tight little hole takes him, often times laying his hand over the protrusion in your stomach and applying pressure just to give you the extra stimulation.
> As heir to the throne of the Devildom, the Prince must, at some point, have a family. He’s more than aware of it, and plays into his breeding kink quite frequently. Filling you up with his seed, Diavolo keeps rocking his hips when he’s climaxing so you’re full to the brim. If he catches some leaking out, he immediately puts a pillow under your hips to keep it in.
> Since Lord Diavolo is always in charge, it’s always nice to shift things up in the bedroom. Whenever you give him out orders during sex, he revels in the power play, sometimes even putting the crown on your head and letting you sit on the throne while he slams into you from behind. You’re his Queen and he’ll do anything you ask of him.
> Like Lucifer, the Demon Prince is always busy. He seems to have a never-ending pile of paperwork on his desk, so he always enjoys it when you come to visit him during work. He enjoys it even more when you sit on his lap and act as a nice little cockwarmer for him. Watching you squirm around while he holds your hips still makes paperwork much more interesting.
> The butler has a collection of toys he keeps locked away in his room, and he only brings them out when you’re over. He spends the night testing out each one and watching the reaction it draws out of you. However, he always makes sure to finish you off himself, replacing the toy with his cock or his tail whenever you get close to cumming.
> Barbatos’ collection doesn’t end there. He even has silk blindfolds for you to wear whenever he really wants you to focus on the feeling he’s giving you. With a pair of enchanted ear plugs, you can’t see or hear anything as he fucks you senseless. Due to the sensory deprivation, the only sensation you could focus on is his cock throbbing inside of you.
> If you’re not already a rope bunny, then Barbatos will make you one. He has all types of rope, but he prefers using polyester so your rope burns are minimized. His beautiful shibari is tantalizing to watch, his gloved hands nimbly tying your limbs together. He loves bondage and enjoys watching his prey squirm around in the web he weaves.
> Seriously, he loves incorporating props into your sex life, bringing sharp objects as well. You seem to like the way his nails drag across your skin, so why wouldn’t you enjoy some nice knife play? He rarely cuts you, merely using it to tease chillbumps across your skin, but when he does, his tongue immediately laps at the blood, a smirk gracing his lips as he tastes you.
> Similar to Barbatos, Solomon always adds extra fun into your sex life by experimenting potions and magical items on you. Potions that make you super horny. Potions that make you super sensitive. Potions that make it impossible to cum. He’s got everything to keep you on your toes, something for every occasion, including punishment.
> Solomon is all about the reward and punishment system, eager to train you into an obedient little pet for him. One of the ways he goes about this is edging you. It seems like he spends hours in between your legs only to tell you that you aren’t allowed to cum yet. It’s a tantalizing process, but it’s the best kind of torture you’ve ever felt.
> Once he’s allowed you to cum, you’ll be regretting your decision. Not only does he train you by edging you, but the sorcerer loves to see you cry from overstimulation. Just like before, he takes his time working you up, letting you crash into climax after climax from his efforts. He doesn’t stop until you’re sobbing, begging him that you’ve had enough.
> With seventy-two pacts, Solomon often times brings in demons to watch them fuck you while he watches and sips his wine. Still, he always participates for the ending, letting you suck him off until the men are spilling their seed all over your face. He has a very guilty pleasure for bukkakes, and you’re the one on the receiving end more times than not.
> After being an angel for so long, Simeon is rather repressed when it comes to sex. As such, he has a large corruption kink, the urge to soil innocent souls running deep in him. He’s seen so many diamonds of humans and has never been able to touch them, however that isn’t the case with you. You willingly allow him to squash whatever purity you have left.
> One way he corrupts you is by using discreet play to his advantage, using vibrators on you while you walk in between classes. He loves to watch you squirm, having to support yourself against the lockers while having others cast you questioning glances. You’ve never blushed so hard in your life than when you came in public for the first time.
> But, you can get him back by leaning into his ear and letting him hear some of your sounds. He has a terrible weakness for dirty talk, your lewd promises going straight to his head. Both of them. He’ll be left shuddering, images of you beneath him flashing before his eyes. It’s the easiest way to get pulled into the nearest bathroom and fucked within an inch of your life.
> While he spends a lot of time breaking you down, Simeon also spends a large amount of it praising you. The angel enjoys body worship and whispering just how perfect you are in his eyes. If you try to deny anything, he will get stern with you, his cock hammering into you until you have no choice but to agree with him.
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Y/N or MC once they return to the Human World:
The Demon Brothers as soon as they disappear:
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Obey Me! HC: Sex with Lucifer (NSFW)
I find myself thirsting over Lucifer so much that I just had to write these head canons down. Phew.. I need to go take a shower after writing these! I hope you enjoy, you little devils. Also, let me know what brother you want next. x
> It was an understatement to say that sex with Lucifer was mind-blowing. He would absolutely ravage you, taking pride in the way he could work your body. Hearing you moan his name only made him want to make you scream it. He reveled in the way you would squirm underneath him, pinning you down and fucking you into the bed until your legs were shaking, tears streaming down your face from over-stimulation.
> Since you were living with his brothers, he’d want to make it known that you were his and only his. He’d leave behind so many marks on your body, sucking and nipping at your skin whenever his tongue wasn’t busy exploring your mouth or flicking across your nipples.
> Even the rare times he would let you ride him, he was in control, thrusting upward in time with your rhythm. Whenever you were getting close to coming, he’d reach out and grab your hips, quickly lifting you up only to slam you back down onto his lap.
> There’d be so much angry sex, not because you two would be fighting but because we all know Lucifer doesn’t know how to deal with his emotions. Whenever he would come back from the office, you seated at the desk in his room finishing up your homework, he’d pick you up and throw you onto the bed. He’d waste no time undressing you, his mouth crashing into yours as his slender fingers dipped into you and began pumping. He knew he had you wrapped around his finger - figuratively and literally.
> Sometimes when it was a particularly rough day, he’d text you to come visit him during his break. Smirking to yourself, you always made sure to wear a skirt, loving the way he couldn’t keep his eyes from devouring you when you stepped into his office. In an instant, he’d have you bent over his desk, your skirt pushed up around your waist and your panties down around your ankles.
> His favorite position is doggy style (although a close second is missionary because he enjoys watching your face). He’d love reaching up and grabbing a handful of your hair while watching his dick slam into you. Whenever your elbows would give out, he’d run his hand up your body until it fit snugly around your throat, using you as leverage against yourself.
> Lucifer definitely has a spanking kink. Whenever you would tease him in front of his brothers, he’d just look at you with a smug expression, shaking his head. You better believe he was planning just how he was going to get you back.
> He would tie you to the bed just to make sure you couldn’t move when he started eating you out. He’d watch you in adoration as he made you come over and over again, his tongue working magic between your thighs.
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Y/N or MC everytime they leave The House of Lamentation:
The Demon Brothers:
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Obey Me! - Mammon/MC - Looking After You In Pain
Had it been hours? Mammon didn’t care. It could have been days, a lifetime. Lightly, his fingers draw over your hair, his rings sitting on the arm of the sofa so he didn’t catch the flyaway strands. You’d fallen asleep at last, after a night of restless agony, wandering the halls of Lamentation; trying to distract yourself until morning when you wouldn’t be alone, until Mammon walked into the kitchen from a post shoot party and found you on the floor, trying not to cry from pain.
Gently, he was on his knees before you, pushing back a lock of hair, stuck to your forehead with sweat. You looked up, his sapphire eyes the only thing you could see.
You don’t quite remember what he said, a voice cracking with worry, but before you realised, he’d picked you up off the floor, and into his arms.
He shook. Trembling, as he walked you both to the lounge and sat on the end of the large sofa, letting you sink into his lap, his touch feather light. You feel his jacket cover you, familiar Mammon smells of leather, of his favourite cologne, imprinted on the jacket; vanilla, ivywood. Your body, caressed in his scent, only then recognises that you are in-fact, right against his chest.
A damp cheek, wet with tears, sticks to his shirt as you turn into him, the beat of his heart touching your lips.
“Y-you comfortable?” he says, the words husked with worry and tinged with the warmth of coffee.
A nod is all you can manage, the ‘yes’ falling to a sigh.
Your breath touches the v of skin, bared from his shirt.
Mammon shivers, watching, just watching you, as your eyelids, fall.
He doesn’t remember how long he watched, feeling helpless when you winced in pain, when you curled your legs tighter, your body imprinting against his, until you’re shadowed beneath the veil of sleep. A mercy, a bliss.
And he holds you, cradling you, one hand twisted lightly through hair, the other around your legs, fingertips gracing you as if you’re porcelain, as if you’re ethereal, as if you’re the only thing he’s ever really loved.
Sometimes, he thinks you are.
Footsteps approach. Quiet, curious. Asmodeus, fresh faced, wearing his rose embroidered dressing gown, sits beside Mammon, an arm draped over the back of the sofa, his movements slow, gentle, elegant. It must be morning.
“How long have you been like this?” asks Asmodeus, Mammon’s eyes firmly fixed on you, as fingers draw down, down your hair, afraid if he loses his rhythm, if his touch, leaves, you’ll awake, and he’ll bring the pain back.
“Dunno. I found them in the kitchen when I came back from the after party,” he pauses, as if the next word hurts to say, “crying.”
“You really do love them, don’t you?” says Asmodeus, tilting his head to the side as he observes you, a lilt to his smile, but not unkind.
For a moment, Mammon’s hand stills, but he doesn’t look away. Firmly, his eyes are fixed on you. Making sure you’re still breathing; up, down, making sure you’re at peace. “...I’m just helping.” A protest. Weak.
“Want my advice?” Asmodeus gently touches Mammon’s shoulder, but he doesn’t move. He’ll move for no-one but you.
“Do I ever?” he says back, the words quiet, but biting.
“Tell them,” says Asmodeus. Simply. “Before there’s a world between you.” He stands, his gown gliding off the sofa as he walks past, a soft hand touching his brother’s cheek, then yours. “Don’t forget to get some rest too, Mammon.”
For a while, he stares at the wall, at the numerous elaborate paintings of infamous demons past, present. He sometimes wondered if he’d grace the walls of Lamentation with a portrait too, where someone would walk in and instantly recognise and admire him, for being The Great Mammon, his deeds, his power and fame, obscuring everyone else on that wall.
He looks down at you, your breathing even and gentle, still kissing the small patch of bare skin; at your face, pressed against his chest, half obscured, lips parted, just a little; at the way your hair is awry, more so than before, from his touch.
And none of that matters, anymore.
Nothing matters, but you.
He swallows, as if trying to get rid of the words, tucked beneath his tongue, waiting, waiting-
“I love you,” he says, the words cracking against his throat, so quiet he could barely hear.
You stir against his chest, a hand snaking around his back, fingers finding a patch of bare skin, and you cling. Your voice is hoarse, and barely a whisper. But to Mammon, it’s the loudest thing he’s ever heard. “I love you too.”
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Obey Me HC: The Brothers’ Kinks (NSFW)
> I think it goes without saying that the Avatar of Pride has a daddy kink. Since he spends most of his time fixing problems that could’ve been avoided had his brothers listened to his orders, it’s beyond gratifying watching you readily obey his commands in the bedroom.
> “Behave yourself. Yes, that’s right… good girl.”
> However, when you don’t behave, Lucifer is quick to remind you just who’s in control. He most often chooses to punish you by lying you across his lap and spanking your ass until it’s covered in his handprints. But if he has more time, he loves edging you into a desperate, submissive state, begging for him to let you cum.
> Another kink the eldest sin indulges in is sensory deprivation. Not only does blindfolding you make you more vulnerable to him, but it heightens your other senses. As if that isn’t enough, Lucifer also knows a few tricks about noise cancellation - courtesy of his brothers yelling 24/7.
> Lucifer lowkey has a praise kink. He is the Avatar of Pride, and you can’t tell me he wouldn’t get off while you complimented him and called him your favorite - telling him that he’s the only one who can make you feel this way.
> Mammon’s a bit of a party boy, and he’s no stranger to the various clubs around the Devildom. So, when you decide to surprise him with a striptease, he falls in love with the way your body moves, the way your clothes drop to the floor one-by-one slowly building anticipation.
> “Oi… Fuck, MC, you’re drivin’ me crazy…”
> This greedy son of a bitch wants you, all of you, and only you. You’re his human and you better believe he’s marking you up head-to-toe, letting every other demon out there know you’re taken. The sweet taste of your skin is merely a bonus.
> Mammon highkey has a praise kink. With his brothers constantly calling him scum, he just melts when you shower him in compliments. He can’t even hide the blush that spreads across his cheeks when you call him a ‘good boy.’
> He loves fucking you in missionary, drinking in and feeding off of your reactions. The face you make when he hooks your leg over his shoulder has him shuddering every time.
> This boy loves shower sex probably a little too much. The way the water drips down your body, the way your moans echo off the walls - he loves it all. The water only adds to the onslaught of sensations while his cock is throbbing inside of you.
> “Y-you feel- ah… s-s-so good… s-so tight...”
> He’s usually too shy to bring it up, but when he slips his tail up your tight, tight ass, and you end up falling in love with the feeling of being double stuffed - he doesn’t have to. Every time you suggest double penetration, Levi is fucking beaming.
> When you notice him blushing one time in response to you calling him an anti-social shut-in and realize he has a degradation and humiliation kink - it’s over for him. The Grand Admiral of the Navy is in shambles, hips sporadically bucking upward while you ride him and whisper deplorable things in his ear.
> On Halloween, you dressed up as one of Levi’s favorite anime waifus only to have him literally rip it off you. It’s safe to say you guys roleplay often.
> Think Lucifer is a tough daddy? Meet the Avatar of Wrath. Like father, like son - Satan prefers to be the one giving out orders in the bedroom, not that you’re complaining. If your actions please him, you’ll be finding yourself quite pleased as well. Verbal praise is rare, yet it’s still his tongue that has you squirming in ecstasy.
> “Come here, kitten. Don’t be shy. There’s nothing to worry about if you’re a good little pet.”
> As his term of endearment for you suggests, Satan loves collaring you. Always securing it a little too tight, he makes sure the outline will press into your skin and stay for hours after he’s done with you.
> The day you decide to act like a disobedient brat, you finally learned just what Satan meant when he threatened punishment. Binding your hands behind your back and your legs to either bed post, “you didn’t even deserve for him to touch you.” No, he thought a vibrator was much more appropriate - just the thing to overstimulate you into blissful submission. Holding it against your clit firmly, even after you’d cum nearly a dozen times, Satan took pleasure in the tears that ran down your face.
> With a temper like his, angry sex is a regular. It didn’t matter whether it was Lucifer bitching or Mammon stealing, you were the one who ended up paying for it as he ruthlessly rammed into you. The demon would be relentless, thrusting as deep as he could until the sound of skin slapping skin and your screams were the only two things he could hear.
> Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust, loves any and all kinks - and even the ones he does not partake in, he can appreciate. No kink-shaming in this house! He’s aware of the rather impressive reputation that precedes him, so aphrodisiacs are a great way to help his partners relieve tension and soothe any anxiety they have about going to bed with him. They’re also helpful in getting people to discuss and reveal their own kinks to him.
> “Oh, you look so gorgeous right now… Aww, yes… you’re taking me so well, love…”
> He absolutely adores sixty-nine-ing. It’s his favorite position, hands down, because, not only does he get to feel you suck and moan around his cock, but he gets to devour you at the same time.
> While the faces you make during sex are encouragement enough, watching himself while he fucks you gives him an extra edge. You’re shy in the beginning, but mirror sex definitely grows on you. Something about watching yourself getting ravaged, perhaps.
> Don’t think you can squirt? Not a worry. Asmodeus can and will find all of those deliciously soft spots inside of you, hitting them in such a beautiful array that has you coming completely undone and, yes, squirting.
> As the Avatar of Gluttony, it would only be natural for Beelzebub to have a food play kink. I mean, food and you? How could he not want to combine his two favorite things? The first time, you two hadn’t even done it on purpose - just an unfortunate accident in the kitchen that ended up being very fortunate, indeed. He’d lick up every last drop of chocolate syrup, every last bit of whipped cream. Every. Single. Time.
> And yet, despite all of the sweets, Beel’s favorite thing to eat was still you. He’d lay back on the bed and have you straddle his head, sitting on his face as he enjoyed his meal beneath you. He’d stay in between your thighs for as long as you’d let him, thumb rubbing circles over your clit and humming in pleasure against your core all the while.
> It’s no secret that Beel loves Belphegor, and since he’s in the habit of combining things he loves, why not you two? Watching Belphie fill you up while you gag on his dick just ends up turning him on even more. Threesomes, undoubtedly, have become a past time.
> As much as he enjoys wrecking you in bed, aftercare is a close second. He’s quite aware of the size difference and he thinks it’s cute when you try to fit all of him. In fact, Beel tells you that as he carries you into the shower. Your feet will not be touching the ground for the next 24 hours if he has anything to say about it.
> Like Mammon, you’ll never know what you’re getting yourself into with Belphie. At least, not until you wake him up and it’s too late. No matter his mood, he always loves to add some choking. Wrapping his hand around your throat gives him a power rush, and when you moan from the pressure, it only encourages him to squeeze harder.
> On the occasion he wakes up on the wrong side of the bed, you know exactly how to make it right. Belphie will never turn you down when you drop to your knees and ask him to pull down his pants. With his hand wound tightly in your hair, he’d guide your head as it bobbed up and down his shaft. Watching you deep-throat him was exactly what his dreams were made of.
> “Okay, but don’t expect me to be gentle. You’re mine and I’m sleepy.”
> Sleepy boi = sleepy sex. Some nights you’d be in bed with him doing homework, being quiet while he slept. Even so, he’d wake up - not from a noise, but a dream. About you. He’d pull you close and shove your textbooks off the bed, grinding his hips against yours and groaning shamelessly in your ear.
> He may be a cowboy, but his favorite position is cowgirl. (i’m so sorry uwu i couldn’t help myself)
> If he’s too sleepy for sex or feeling especially lazy, Belphie is quick to suggest thigh-riding as a remedy. Not only is it extremely low effort on his part, but you look so pretty trying to get yourself off on him so needily. And he knows it’ll only build up anticipation for the next time he fucks you.
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You are Worth it!!! Part 3 (Luci x M/C)
Okie guys here it is the long awaited smutty Part 3 for You are Worth it!!
Okay, some warnings about this Fic... It is Very Long and Very Smutty!!!! Also it is my first time writing smut so I wasn't really sure but i’ve had to write a smutty piece of writing before for my creative writing course in uni so I think I did okay. so I hope you like it.
Next thing, the next fic will either be a fic similar to You are Worth it but with Beel or a request that came in for Mammon. If you have requested something please be patient i have so many requests (which i am really happy about and grateful for) and so much work and only so much time in the day.
I’ve gotten some rude messages about how long its taking for me to post stuff which i think is a bit unfair cause I really write a lot so you guys can get the best fic I can possibly give so if those kind of messages continue then i really will stop taking requests cause at the end of the day my uni and course work is a lot more important... anywhooo if you are reading this pretty please check out my other fic called Who you are. Its with Beel and I think its really cute as the song i’ve used is very apt for the brothers cause its about someone’s sister dying so yes pretty please show that fic some love anyway here ya gooooo loves!!!! also this is unedited cause reading it over over and made me blush and your girl is tired
Warning: Nudity, oral sex, penetrative sex, light bdsm but not really and language stuff.
He kissed your shoulder as you swallowed. But you didn't have enough time to ponder because when he shut the lights you could feel yourself drifting away. The last thing you remember was Lucifer whispering
“I love you...please accept it!”
Lucifer was the first to wake up the following morning and if he didn't know that you and him still had to talk he would have honestly gone right back to sleep never having been more comfortable and relaxed in all of his life. No work on his mind, his DDD far away so even Diavolo couldn't get to him, no-one barging in to complain about Mammon and most importantly Mammon not screaming/complaining first thing in the morning. He could very much get used to this. But what topped the cake was you. He was spooning you. One of his arms wrapped around your shoulders, his hand entangled with yours so it was kind of like you also had one wrapped around yourself. His other around your soft stomach, your back pressed into his chest. He kissed the crown of your head and smelt your hair. It still smelt of shea butter and lemons from the shampoo last night. Some time during last night he had put one of his legs between the both of yours.
Lucifer smiled as he realised how his subconscious made him do what his conscious brain wouldn't let him do in the day which was find a way to be closer to you. Maybe it was because of decorum, or just to make sure his brothers couldn't tease you or him but he usually held back. Maybe briefly holding your hand or a fleeting kiss to your head. He also realised that that was probably one reason you were hesitant to approach him in the day and for a brief minute he felt guilt. Maybe if you didn't feel the need to help him maintain a sense of decorum you would have called sooner for him or your mission and his to improve your self image would have started a lot earlier. Lucifer made a small decision then that he would stop stopping himself. The thought making him happy, he sat savouring the feeling of just you when he noticed you waking up.
But maybe not in as positive a way as he or you wanted.
You started to tense up your back straightening rather than melding to his body, your toes pointing out, the one arm that was holding his around your stomach loosening coming instead to clutch your fist at your heart, the other hand which had been intertwined with his trying to escape his grip.
Lucifer tightened his fingers and closed his eyes pretending to be asleep. He wanted to see what you would do. In a way he was testing you. If you got up and started cleaning up the messes from yesterday and didn't disturb him then he knew not a word of what he had told you and made you promise to do yesterday had you understood. However if you turned around and waited for him to wake up or in some way just stayed with him then he knew you must have understood something. Luci knew the events from yesterday would probably give you some scary dreams and now he wanted to see if you would seek comfort like he was expecting/ hoping you too.
You fluttered your eyes open, and after realisation hit you that you were in Lucifers room your heart dropped. You felt your eyes start to water at not just what had happened to you but all the worry and trouble you had caused all the brothers. I mean you were an exchange student who literally managed to get beaten up in the one place she was allowed to be on her own. You felt Luci’s arm around your stomach tighten as he pulled you in to his chest. You unwrapped an arm and brought it up to your face to wipe away the tears that were already rolling down your face. One of your hands was intertwined with Luci’s which he had wrapped around your shoulder. You tried to pull it free but all that resulted in was his hand tightening. Your plan of squirming out of his hold and going back to you room in order to sit and stew in your thoughts on how dumb and troublesome you could be seemed to be put on hold.
You took in a shuddering breath as you tried your best to calm your racing heart. As you sat and thought over everything, the leg Luci had around your own tightened. You realised that as much as that was your first instinct and it felt like the right thought. it basically went against everything Luci had said last night before you had drifted off. It went against everything you had promised him you would try to do. You were in pain, you were hurting and you knew you both needed and wanted someone… you wanted care. You had promised Luci you would stop denying yourself that. So as much as it went against every one of your instincts that were telling you to run away and hide and not let anyone care because you didn't deserve it… you stayed.
Instead you took a deep breath hoping not to wake Lucifer up and then took his hand intertwined with yours and kissed the back of it. As you did you managed to get it out of his hold. Rather than getting up the way Lucifer was so scared you were going to do as he felt you move next to him you turned around so you were facing him. You let your fingers softly brush the hair out of his face as you softly sighed closing your eyes. You focused on the warm feeling growing in your chest as you realised just how comfortable you are and just how much you had craved moments like this with Lucifer.
Its not like they never happened but for Lucifer to let his guard down like this with you was very rare. He was the hard line your relationship in the sense that he had taken on the role of being the ever strong one. He took the role of being the protector, the one who always seemed okay. For him to be vulnerable, for him to trust you enough to sleep next to you was incredibly rare and so you instead focused on those thoughts. You focused on the strong beat of his heart under your fingertips as you placed your hand on his chest. Your eyes opened suddenly but then closed again as you melted further into Lucifer if that was even possible as his soft lips pressed firmly and fiercely against yours. He didn't give you a chance to play games with him as you usually did as his tongue entered your mouth. You moaned into his mouth. The kiss was very different than usual. Luci and your private life was very much into rough sex and usually when he kissed you it mimicked that. But right now despite being rough, there was a gentleness to him. It was both sweet and languid but also strong. You heart was flipping in your chest at this new side to him.
Finally he pulled away from you and you got a chance to admire him. His pale skin seemed to be glowing, his lips soft albeit a bit red. A light blush covering his cheeks and his eyes. Oh his eyes sparkled but they also seemed so clear… as if he had been awake for a while. The thought of that instantly made you shy.
Lucifer watched in light amusement as you suddenly tucked your chin in as your cheeks burned red. He placed another kiss on your cheek. God you looked fucking heavenly. He wasn't a man to curse but right now words escaped him and so he resorted to the crude language as he looked at your glowing face. The bruises and cuts still there and visible as he had gotten up in the middle of the night to take the bandages out, to air out the wounds… but nothing could pry away from the beauty of you in his head. Your eyes sparkling with relief and relaxation though hints of your earlier mood still fresh on your face with the tear tracks marring your cheeks. He brought his hand up and wiped them away.
“Good morning my love”
“Good morning Luci… sleep well?”
You asked not knowing what else to say. Your relationship was still new and so you were a bit at loss for what to do. He laughed at your question as you fiddled with the bottom of his sleep shirt. Your coyness ever so endearing. Lucifer’s mood though could not been brought down currently cause you had stuck around. You did what you had promised him.
“I most certainly did… though by the looks of these tear tracks it seems like you did not…”
He trails off again hoping you'll be honest with your answer and continue the good work you were doing. You looked at him debating…
“I slept well… the waking up was harder…”
“And why was that…”
“Because I started thinking of how annoying and burdensome I had been and how much trouble I had caused and how I probably should get up and clean to make up for it… but then…”
He urges you to continue by trailing kisses down your neck. One hand pushing up your face the other resting under his shirt you had worn on your hip. His thumb making small circles.
“But then I thought about how it went against everything you had asked of me yesterday and how it went against everything I promised you I would try to do… like accept care.”
You gasped as his lips found the sensitive spot just below your ear, His teeth lightly nipping at it. Though he was careful and soft given you still had the purple bruises of someone else is hand he would fix that in a weeks time. You started to lightly squirm as he continued his ministrations down your throat and now to your collar bones. However he stopped to look at you, his eyes holding a mischievous glint.
“Okay so umm not to focus on the bad thoughts I ummm I turned to look at you and try to focus on the uhnnn good feelings…”
He had now turned you to lay flat on your back as he climbed over you, supporting himself on his knees. He peppered kisses over the curves of your breasts stopping when you made noises. He would sit at those sensitive spots. As much as you liked it you really wanted to feel his mouth and tongue on a different part of your body. But right before he got to your nipples that were rock hard and poking through the thin white shirt he stopped. He looked up at you.
“Mhmmm good feelings you say? Good feelings like what exactly?”
You looked at anywhere but him feeling embarrassed not just with the way he was looking at you but because he seemed to be doing all the work even now and you so badly wanted to make him feel good. But Luci wasn't having that as he pulled your face to look down at him, he once again continued kissing your breasts through the shirt... everywhere but your nipples. With a shuddering breath you continued as you understood the game.
“Uhnhhhhh feelings like, the warmth of your body next to mine…. Umm the way your arms made me feel safe and protected… like noone could ever hurt me. Umm, the beat of your heart and how strong it is… ummm the fact that you're very pretty when you wake up… hmm the fact that you trust me enough to be soft with em and just sleep the way you dii-iiid.”
You barely got the words out as Lucifer had finally started to work his tongue around your nipple softly sucking and tugging it. He made sure you were looking him in the eyes as he held your face in one hand. The other and started running up and down your thigh as he slowly spread your legs. You had been feeling your wetness for the past few minutes and you felt your face heat up at the thought of him feeling just how wet you are. He finally left your nipple with a pop
He praised you as he made his way over to your other nipple. You whimpered in both excitement and sensitivity as he went much faster with this one. Biting a bit harder and tugging a bit more. He hooked one of his hands under one of your legs as he lifted it up. Softly scraping his nails under on the back of your thigh. You were now a whimpering and squirming mess under him as you felt you pussy pressed right above his hardening length.
“I am so proud of you princess...you did so well and thank you for keeping your promise”
He muttered the words as he finally gave you a small minute of a break. Instead he sat back and looked at what he could only describe as one of the most beautiful sights he has ever seen.
Your hair though messy was spread around you, your skin glowing, your lidded eyes again have the look of reverence and love that he was soooo addicted to. Your cheeks burning bright red and your lips swollen both from the kissing and you biting them right now. The shirt he had made you wear falling of your shoulder, your nipples clear as day from where he had sucked on them. The white shirt now clinging onto your skin. Lucifers eyes traveled further down where he had bunched up the shirt around your waist letting him see the rolls of your stomach that he loved so much. One thick thigh he had made you wrap around his own waist, he held your leg loving the feeling of your skin… and finally your drenched pussy that was on display just for him… it took all of his self control not to speed things up right then and there.
You squirmed as tried to get out of his hold when you saw him looking at your wetness. His eyes had darkened in lust but that didn't take from your shyness, you felt embarrassed but also you so desperately needed him. You had a hard time reconciling between those two thoughts. Oh but it wasn't that easy getting out… its Lucifer after all.
He gripped your leg tighter as he hiked it further up his waist. Then taking his hand off when he knew you wouldn't take it of. Something he had made sure of from one look at you that said you wouldn't like the consequences. He let his hands gently brush the lips of your pussy.
You quivered and when that wicked smile took over his features. Oh boiiii He parted your lips with two of his finger as he watched you drip… all for him. His pride was kicking in big time. He then lay down letting your leg come down. For a minute you were worried he was going to leave you like this… his sadistic tendencies coming out. Instead he held his face right above your pussy and you only had a minute to register what he was doing before you felt him press his tongue flat against your clit as he clamped one arm over your waist to keep you in place.
Fuck was he strong.
You whimpered and moaned as with the other hand he pushed your leg up higher. He let his tongue wander along your pussy savouring the taste and the sounds that you made, he circled around your clit, then trailed his tongue down to your entrance where he teased you mercilessly.
The sight of you like this enough for him to finish in his sleep shorts; a squirming, wet, needy and blushy mess all for him. Again he forced himself to stop, instead he pulled away because he had a fun little game in mind. A game that was going to get his point across as firmly as he could but also satisfy his sadistic tendencies. He looked at your flushed face… fuck. He kept himself in control before also lifting your other leg and pulling them both up high before placing them on his shoulders. Your pussy higher up and now Lucifer had full access to it and the growing smirk on his face had you terrified. When you tried to squirm and get out a quick smack to your most sensitive bits had you settling down.
“Now love, we are going to play a little game yes? I am going to a play with this pretty little pussy of yours… while I do that I am going to ask you questions or ask you to repeat phrases for me… each time you reply and with a correct answer you get closer to cumming… but every time its a wrong answer well then I will back of instead edging you. If by the end you don't answer enough right questions then you don't get to cum and you stay a needy mess until tomorrow but if you do ill let you cum understood?”
His eyes intense as they looked right into yours while he peppered kisses against your inner thighs.
Is the only response you can manage. But when Lucifer nipped at the sensitive skin that was so close to your pussy you quickly tried to formulate a response.
“Ye– yes Lucifer”
“Good Girl one more thing.. Your hands stay by your sides yes? No touching any part of your body…. now shall we start?”
He settled down in front of you, your legs over his shoulders as one of his hands gripped the flesh of your thighs. The other going over your hips to keep you still something that you had never managed to do. Your were already shaking as nerves built up and he lightly blew on your exposed clit.
“Okay lets start simple shall we? Out of the following things what is it that you are not? a) A waste of space, b) beautiful, c) deserving of love?”
You tried your best to focus on the question as Lucifer played with your clit rubbing circles around it. Your hands gripped the bedsheet. Your instincts told you to say option b and c but you knew the answer he wanted.
Fuck he was cruel…
You breathed out But oooh that didn't get you your reward.
“Its not that easy beloved… I want to hear you say the words” he said as he continued his ministrations
“I am not worthless,” you whimpered out
“Good girl… what that means is…?”
“I am beautiful and deserving of love”
You squealed out as Lucifer finally put his tongue where you wanted it most. He played with you mercilessly flicking your clit. One hand coming up to swat your own from playing with your nipples. Instead he twisted your nipple making you gasp and arch your back as his other arm held you still. You could feel the tight coil build in your stomach already. He pulled back though his lips glistening, a string of saliva connecting his mouth to your pussy.
“Next question; What are you of the following things worthless, undeserving of happiness and care, annoying and burdensome and lastly an absolute ray of sunshine?”
You moaned as he continued but then he stopped instead raising an eyebrow. You quickly worked through the fog in your brain and as uncomfortable as it felt saying it you still muttered the answer out
Again a quick smack to your pussy had you squealing the answer out
“An ab– An absolute ray of sunshine...uhnnnnn fuck”
You gasped, as one hand of his was now teasing your entrance. His fingers running up and down.
“Mhmmm and what that infers is…”
“It infers the things I am not…”
“Fuck umm which are…?” You tried so hard to remember
“Time is running out…”
“Umm I am not worthless, underserving of–”
“No I want you to say each statement separately”
Fuck fuck fuck
“I am not worthless. I am not underserving of happiness and care and I am not annoyING OR BURDENSOME.”
The last part was again squealed out as this time Lucifer stuck two of his fingers inside you. Lucifer continued to very slowly pump them in and out of you as he leaned over you closer to the bed stand. He pulled out something from the drawer but you couldn't see it and again lost focus as he brought his thumb to rub at your clit.
“You're doing so well love just a few more of these and you get to cum... Now we are going to move onto repeating after me yes?”
Comes out of clenched teeth. He pulls his fingers out for a minute, and you are about to whine when he grabs the middle of his shirt and rips it in half so now you are completely bare to him, except for the sleeves.
you exclaim, that was his shirt and you try to voice your thoughts.
“You could have asked and i could have just take–”
You gasped loudly not finishing your thoughts. He had stuck his fingers right back inside of you, the slickness of your pussy making it very easy. So much so he added another finger. While you were busy gasping and biting your lip as you moaned, trying so hard to stay still. Lucifer settled back between your legs. You then get to see what his hand was holding and you gasp as he trails the nipple clamps up to your breasts. He clips one on each.
“Oh love it seems like someone likes the clamps hmmmm. What if i pull on them, do you still like them beloved?”
He chuckles as you basically mewl as a response getting wetter and wetter.
“Well moving on… don't want to torture you too much now do we? Okay repeat after me beloved I am not annoying”
You can barely get the words out as Lucifer was holding you right on the edge as he fingered your pussy with one hand the other alternating between pulling at the clamps and playing with your clit.
“I am not ann–annoying”
“Good now say I am not burdensome”
“I fuck umm I am not burdensome”
“Okay now I am not worthless”
“Lucifer please let me cum… please please” you sob out not being able to control yourself any longer.
“Now now love I don't think that is what I said… you're so close my heart you can do it.”
He at least took his hand off your clit giving you a minute.
“I am not worthless” you whine out
“Good now I am beautiful”
“I am beautiful”
He now punctuated each statement with a flick to your clit and at this point you were drooling desperate for release as you bucked your hips up. You could see his prideful smirk through your lidded eyes.
“Okay now love I deserve care”
“I– unhnnn i deserve care”
“Last two M/C you can do this… I deserve happiness”
“I de-eserve happiness Luci”
“and last one here we go... I deserve love.”
“I DESERVE LOVE”
You basically scream the last part out as Lucifer speeds up his fingers, slamming them in and out of you, your obscene moans and his grunts and chuckles can be heard as he observes you this way, imprinting the image in his brain as his other hands comes and pulls your nipple clamps.
“Can i come Luci please, please please” You beg and sob
“Cum for me my heart. You've been such a good girl now cum for me”
The tight coil finally breaks when he gives you permission as you cum hard moaning Lucifers name loudly. Your hands gripping the bedsheets. Lucifer continues what he is doing letting you ride out your high and you think he is going to stop now but nooo. He wants this to be about you and so he lets himself fall back in one of his favourite places, between your legs as he now uses his tongue and mouth. Your poor pussy could not take more of the stimulation but you didn't get to escape as he kept you locked in the position with one arm around your waist and just like that you feel your second orgasm approach. Lucifer doesn't let up and you ride out your second orgasm. Lucifer could not be harder as he hears you moan, whimper and whine both for him and because of him. He continues pulling orgasms out of you like this enjoying all the sensations of your body, as your mind goes into a fog. The only thing registering is the constant pleasure you're receiving. Finally after what seems like forever but its your fifth orgasm.
Lucifer pulls back giving you reprieve. Now he pulls his sleep shorts down, and pulls his shirt of. You stare at his lean body, the pale skin seeming to glimmer. Your eyes then roam down to his big cock and even though he has filled you up with it many times the size always makes you nervous. He lines himself up with your pussy looking down at you once before.
“Do you think you can manage one more for me beloved? just one more”
Him asking you shocks you cause usually he would pull as many orgasms out of you as he could and still fuck you without any worry. You barely have any capacity to say anything so you just nod and with that confirmation Lucifer very slowly pushes himself into you. Again the softness of his actions surprising you but you liked it. You felt him fill you up and stretch your walls and you whimpered. He filled you to the hilt before lifting both your thighs up and holding them there. He pressed your knees to your chest with his body when he bent over you and gently kissed you on the lips. Your pussy was so sensitive that you didn't realise you had let a few tears escape. He wiped them away with one hand as he cupped your face. He slowly shushed you when you whimpered gain as he pulled out slowly before again filling you up a bit faster this time. He continued these slow strokes and then starting speeding up when you started to moan again.
You could feel the coil in your stomach build again. And since you both were so close to the edge it didn't take long. Lucifer cupped the back of your head with one hand and made you look at him right in the eyes.
“Eyes open love I want to see you when you cum”
You could only nod as he went faster and faster… his thrusting making the clamps on your nipples jolt as well.
“Luci can i please cum, please Luci can I come”
“You’re so close my heart just one more moment.”
“Cum now love, cum all over my cock”
As he said this he pulled the clamps off your nipples, they burned in both pain and pleasure as he continued to make you look at him. His hand then coming to rub your clit. You screamed as your orgasm rolled over you in waves of pleasure. Your thighs and body spasming with the intensity of the orgasm. Lucifers thrusts became sloppy as well and finally with a grunt and thrust he came inside you. You could feel his cum shoot into you coating your walls as you both moaned. He stayed like that for a moment or two as you both caught your breath. His head on you chest your hands around his back where you were sure you had left scratches. He gently kissed your nipples making you jump before getting up and sitting on his calfs.
He admired you like this so proud and so happy because he knew just how much he had satisfied you and himself while getting his point across. Your head tilted to the side so submissively. You looked so endearing as his eyes trailed over your body. Your eyes which seemed a bit hazy as they looked at him half lidded. It seems like he had exhausted you all over again but this reason seemed alot better than yesterdays. He then looked at your cheeks and nose, they burned red from the exhaustion. Your lips no better and completely swollen as you drooled slightly. Your neck still had the hand print but also one or two love bites now which Lucifer felt bad for but its one thing he had little control over.
Your face, neck and chest red from the exertion as your chest heaved up and down. The marks of the clamps visible on your nipples, he looked down at your hips which seemed to be red as well, hand prints would form over there no doubt.
Finally he looked at your red and dripping pussy. The lips swollen but glistening in your juices and as he spread the lips he saw both his and your juices mixed together spilling out of you. Your entire body was also glistening with sweat
Fuck fuck fuck fuck
He hand to force himself not go get his DDD and take a picture of you like this. A sight he wanted to look at forever, he also had to stop himself from taking you again then and there. He doesn't think your poor body could handle anymore. Instead he collects some of both of your juices with two of his fingers. The accidental brush against your clit causing to jolt and whimper as your legs were still shaking. He smiled at that. He then brought those fingers to your mouth and held them there. You didn't even need to be told as you opened your mouth and sucked on his fingers tasting yourself and him on them. With your head tilted to the side looking up at him the way you were, it was so submissive and Lucifer loved it.
He then pulled his fingers out and kissed you softly tasting both of your juices and feeling addicted. He then got up and went to the bathroom and got a warm wet cloth to clean you up smiling at the events of today. Though when he came back he frowned as he saw you trying to get up despite being too sore from just now and yesterday to actually do so. He immediately reached you and lifted your chin to look at him.
“What do you think you are doing and where do you think you are going love?”
You hesitated before saying
“I thought I would help you clean up... “
Again you didn't get to finish before he lifted your legs up and basically threw you back onto the bed.
“Yes because thats exactly what you are meant to do after all the activities for lack of better term you have been through!”
He frowned while he came and opened your legs again. Getting back into his earlier position he slowly started to rub the warm cloth against your pussy. Your legs again quivering. He was too busy to notice the soft smile you held at his concentrated albeit grumpy face. And with what he said all you could do was laugh which also lifted some of the seriousness of Lucifer as he also let a smile come though.
“Is activities really the best word you could find in that expansive vocabulary of yours”
He continued his cleaning of your body.
“Yes well you try to find better words when you have someone who is basically the most beautiful and stubborn woman i have ever met looking at you with these big eyes… then we will see what you have to say”
At first you blushed but then you turned it on him.
“Welcome to my world Luci!! thats why i can never articulate anything properly when i am around you!”
Lucifer blushed before he finally finished cleaning your body up when he wiped some of the sweat of your neck and forehead. Gosh you are perfect.
He put the wash cloth on the side and then collecting you in his arms, you both once again lay down in bed though now completely naked. He looked down at you as you rested your head on his chest.
“I hope some of those words have finally been stuck in your head” he muttered while lazily running his lips across your head.
“Oh most certainly… though i might need a reminder again sometime soon” he chuckled at your coy yet sly remark.
“Though in all honesty thank you Luci… not just for yesterday… when you saved me but just trying to make me love myself again.. I dont know if i’ll get there but I will try.”
“Try is all one can do love… putting their best into something... thats the most I can ask for from you! And you will get there!!! I am not going to let you leave until you do beloved... That isn't just a promise but a threat and you don’t have to thank me my heart… not when I get pleasure from being able to make you smile and love yourself... Thats not just for me... That goes for my moronic brothers as well”
You giggled at that and again kissed Luci with a smile, you loved this moment and who thought you getting beaten up is what would cause it. You start peppering kisses all over his face and he scrunches his nose before he turns you both over and pins you under him. For a minute he just looks as you and while you're wondering what he is thinking he just keeps telling himself he is the luckiest being in all the realms and he hopes to god he doesn't drive you away with everything that has happened and will happen. To continue the playful mood though so you don’t ask he flops onto you, his head resting on your chest as he pretends to fall asleep on you. His arms wrap around you tightly and Luci pretends to not hear as you laugh and try to get out of his hold. Though the huge playful grin on his face gives him away.
“Speaking of your brothers I am surprised they are not awake yet!”
And as if on cue, you could hear Mammon screaming and the others laughing. That lasts for a minute before they all are screaming, from laughter or pain you cant tell. However it’s made clear when the next sentence is also shouted out by a mixture of Mammon’s terrified voice and Beel’s anguished and furious one.
“The kitchen is on fire!”
“NO NO BEEL– DON’T I AM SORRY” Mammon wails.
Lucifer almost starts crying as he buries his head in your shoulder and groans. His hair tickling you as you let out a loud laugh. One of Lucifers favourite sounds. You then lightly run your hands through his hair making him moan for a different reason before whispering
“I love you” and the smile you get from him will be forever stuck in your head.
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Y/N or MC as soon as they meet everyone when they arrived in the Devildom:
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Hello! I don’t know if you’re doing headcannon requests but if you don’t mind could you do something along the lines of “the brothers find out mc likes to draw and drew the brothers”
Hi! I am doing hc requests so thank you for sending this in! It was actually really fun to write, I really hope you enjoy it <3 Got a little carried away with this one too lol
He’s doing room checks as usual
And you left your sketchpad/drawing tablet out on your desk
You catch sight of it a bit too late and can only watch as Lucifer moves from your dresser to your desk
He pauses as his eyes spot the sketchpad/tablet
He picks it up and looks at it before glancing at you
You nod and nervously watch him go through your work
His face is unreadable as he goes through drawing after drawing of him and his brothers
It feels like an eternity before he finishes
“Do you do commissions?”
It takes a moment for you to register what he’s said
“I’d like to commission you.”
If you do traditional art he asks for a 30x40 of him and his brothers
If you do digital art he asks for a colored, full-body piece of him and his brothers
He lets you decide how much you want to be paid
But he thinks it’s not enough so he pays you 55,000 Grimm
The 30x40 piece hangs in his study
The colored, full-body piece is printed, framed, and sitting on his desk
He bursts into your room one night when you’re finishing up a drawing of Satan and Asmo
You’re not fast enough to hide it from him
“Is that Satan and Asmo? Oi! Where’s my drawing!?”
Before you can show him anything else he’s speaking again
“N-not that I care! It’s hard to capture this perfection! I can see why you haven’t drawn me!”
He tries to act unbothered, but you can see past his tsundere ways
Once he’s done declaring how unbothered he is, you show him some pieces with him in it
He grabs the pad/tablet excitedly and snatches it from you to marvel over your work
“This is actually really good, ya know? I bet we could make some good Grimm off your little talent.”
You can practically see the dollar signs in his eyes
But you tell him that is not happening and take your pad/tablet back
He’s a bit mopey about it for a little but eventually lets it go when he sees you aren’t budging
When he does have a little bit of Grimm he does commission you for a small piece
The brothers’ eyes almost bulge out of their head when they hear that Mammon actually paid you for work
“What!? The Great Mammon can be nice sometimes! It doesn’t mean anything!”
It means a lot actually
But you’re a pro at reading between the lines with Mammon
He’s on social media when he sees a drawing on his explore page that he’s absolutely in love with
The art style? Immaculate. He wanted to see so many of his favorite game and anime characters in this style
He imagines Ruri-chan in your art style and his brain just *internet dial-up noises* for about five minutes
He goes to the artist’s profile and starts scrolling through all their posted work
He pauses when he comes across a drawing that looked suspiciously like him in his demon form
The face was blacked out but the serpentine tail, the horns, the diamonds on the neck, the side zipped hoodie
It had to be him
In shock, he scrolls back to the top of the profile and checks out the bio and name of the artist
He is greeted by a very familiar face and name
He is in your room less than 2 minutes later
“You! Y-You did this!?”
You almost drop your pad/tablet thanks to his outburst and abrupt entrance
You look at the DDD that was shoved in your face and slowly nod
You thought he was gonna blow up at you for posting a drawing of him, even though his face wasn’t in it
You are very wrong
Levi becomes your #1 source of income
The moment you finish a piece, he is commissioning you again
You worry that he’s draining his bank account because he tips you very well
But he isn’t bothered at all by it
All of your pieces are on display in his room
He also posts all of your art on his social media and tags you
Your page explodes in popularity and the commissions are rolling in from his online friends
You had no idea otakus pay so well
Mammon is very jealous of the amount of Grimm you have piling up
One day he asks you about your hobbies and you tell him you draw
“What do you draw?”
Cue internal conflict on if it’s weird to tell someone you’ve been drawing them and their brothers since you’re always around each other
He senses your hesitation and like the smart ass he is, he’s able to guess exactly why
“Would your hesitance be because of the subject of your art?”
He knows too much for his own good
You decide it’s best for him to see it instead of telling him
Being a fan of literary art, you were worried he may be overly critical of your fine art
He was not the type to sugarcoat anything
However, he simply smiles and hands your pad/tablet back
“You’re incredibly talented, MC.”
A few days later he asks you to tag along with him while he handles something
That ‘something’ is going to feed some stray cats he’s come across
“MC, I’d like to commission you. I’ve found homes for these cats but I want something to remember them by. Will you help me?”
How can you say no to a man holding four cats in his arms?
You take some photos for reference and make four different pieces for him
When you give them to Satan, you swear you’ve never seen a bigger smile on his face
He framed them all and keeps them on top of his bookshelves
He found out through Levi’s social media
He commissioned you for a piece of him and the protagonist of a game he recently started playing
This piques Asmo’s interest and he wonders if you’ve ever drawn him before
He approaches you when you’re in the kitchen grabbing a drink
“Hi, darling. I saw the piece you did for Levi and naturally if you’ve done one of him you’ve probably drawn my beauty as well, right?”
You decide to show him since he brought it up
He’s gushing over all of your art
No, seriously, he is praising you so much even the tip of your ears start burning from your blush
He commissions you to draw him in many different ways
Him in his bedroom, him in the bath, him as a mermaid, him as an exotic dancer
He comes to you with so many different ideas
He tests your limits but you actually like that
Beel is rather stoic, but he doesn’t mean to be
It was his resting face and smiling was usually reserved for eating yummy food
But you wanted to practice drawing him with different expressions
Beel’s welcoming manner gave you the courage to approach him and ask if you can take some pictures of him to use for a reference
He’s shocked you wanna draw him but agrees with the condition that he gets to see some of your other work
You show him different pieces of him and his brothers and he’s smiling the entire time
“These are all so good. I didn’t know you could draw.”
He commissions a piece of him and Belphegor and one of all seven brothers
But he also asks if he can watch you draw them
You both spend quite a few nights together
You drawing and him munching on snacks and feeding you some every once in a while
His presence is actually pretty calming so you ask him if he minds staying around while you work even after you finish his commission
Beel being Beel, agrees to keep you company
The night usually ends with him carrying you to bed
Sometimes, he takes you to his bed to cuddle
Belphie was actually the first brother you drew
You came across him asleep in the attic once and he looked so perfect
Your fingers were itching to draw him, so you did
It became a routine for you to head to the attic and draw him while he slept
You always crept out before he woke up
You thought he had no idea of your little practice sessions
But one day you looked down to fix a mistake you made on his nose
When you looked back up you saw Belphie staring right at you
“You know, if you’re gonna draw me the least you can do is show me.”
You try to stammer out an apology as he sits up
“Oh, I don’t care. You don’t make noise or anything, I’m just very hyperaware of my surroundings. So I know when someone is in the same room as me when I sleep.”
He moves over to you and looks at your pad/tablet
“Hm, not bad MC. Show me your other work some time.”
Then he goes back to his sleeping spot, curls up, and falls back asleep
You sit there with your pencil/stylus in your hand, trying to wrap your head around what just happened
But he didn’t seem disturbed so you continue drawing
When he wakes up you show him more of your work featuring his brothers
He asks if he can have a quick sketch you did of him and Beel
You jokingly say he has to pay for it
He actually pays you for it
He puts it up in his room
It’s nice to see when you visit him and Beel
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saw your requests open so could i request some diavolo smut? don’t really have anything specific in mind tho haha
Obey Me HC: Sex with Diavolo (NSFW)
> The Demon Prince is quite the lover. Not only is Diavolo's length and girth impressive, but so is his stamina. He barely breaks a sweat, even after hours of bending you in ways you hadn't known you could move. Multiple orgasms is normal when sleeping with him.
> Really, everything is just more with him. More passionate, more territorial, more fulfilling. He's a pleaser in bed, tending to every possible desire his lover could ever wish for. Even his aftercare is more thorough.
> Lord Diavolo totally has a size kink whether he realizes it or not. He's completely captivated, watching his cock disappear into you and making your stomach bulge. He could just praise you all day with how well you take him.
> You two have definitely fucked on the throne. It was thrilling how anyone could’ve walked in on you riding the prince, his head resting against the back in pleasure - and, he let you where the crown while doing it.
> Sometimes you sneak underneath the table before his meetings start to surprise him when it starts by taking him into your mouth and bobbing your head. It takes all of his focus not to moan in front of all of his advisors.
> Honestly, Lord Diavolo is rather touch starved. Every time he has a day off, you can bet that he’ll be spending it with you, preferably in bed, lounging around and having sex all day. He knows he pushes your human body nearly as far as it’ll go so he lets you recover for at least an hour before he takes you again.
> And while he loves to completely and utterly dominate you, he’s also one of the best subs you’ll ever meet. Since he’s used to giving orders, it makes him flush whenever you give them to him.
> Want to see him melt into a moaning mess? Tie him up with some magically reinforced ropes and then tease him. He’ll be begging for you to touch him in no time, shuddering both if you deny him or decide to indulge him.
> He would have no problem having a threesome with you and Lucifer. In fact, it’d probably be one of the best nights of his life. He’d probably have one with Barbatos too, but only after reassuring his butler that it was alright.
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The Demon Brothers react to MC receiving unsolicited and objectifying comments.
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• It happens so quickly —mere seconds after you've finished speaking, in fact. There's a blinding flash of light, and the minute that it takes for your eyes to adjust to the effervescent glow causes you to miss the exact moment when two pairs of raven hued wings begin to unfurl from Lucifer's shoulder blades and lower back. By the time your vision returns, dark coloured horns have sprouted from the archdemon's locks. It appears that your recountment of the incident has pushed the brother who was usually the best at maintaining his composure past the point of controlling his temper.
• How dare they. How dare they direct such crude and obscene comments at anyone, and how dare they do so without the receiving party's consent. And of all the people to commit such an offence towards, how dare they demonstrate such behaviour towards the Morning Star's chosen one.
• Anyone who had the gall to show you such disrespect had best be ready to pay the price. Diavolo have mercy on their souls, because Lucifer certainly wasn't going to show them any.
• Sympathetic. He's been in your shoes, after all. Modeling for Majolish means that he's received his fair share of unsolicited objectification from fans, especially when he rejects their advances. His usual tactic is to ignore such remarks —time was money, after all, and while those good-for-nothing may have had the time to waste on making unwanted comments, Mammon certainly didn't. Still, as much as the second born tried to act as he took such remarks in his stride, there were still times where these 'harmless' words bothered him greatly. So when you recount the events of the day to him in a quiet voice, the boisterous facade that he usually puts up fades and gives way to reveal the softer side of his personality. The one that he reserves only for you.
• "Just this once, 'kay? Not just any human gets to hug the GREAT Mammon...so don't be gettin' any ideas!"
• Becomes incredibly protective of you, even more so than usual. Any Denizen who is foolish enough to take a pass at you is going to have to deal with the consequences of their actions.
• It's a rare occurrence for him to be on the receiving end of such comments himself, but he does watch an outrageous amount of voice actor panels. And in every single one there's always that one asshole who's making objectifying comments about the actors and throwing unsolicited remarks their way. It outraged him. Those voice actors put their heart and soul into creating quality content for their audiences, and this was how they were getting repaid? What made things worse was that some of these idiots not only thought that such actions were acceptable, but that they should be taken as compliments. How dimwitted did you have to have to be to make such an assumption? Even Mammon wasn't that dense.
• When he learns that his favourite voice actors weren't the only ones that were on the receiving end of such comments, he gets even angrier.
• If those assholes thought that they were going to get away with it scot free, they were mistaken. Even though everyone thought of him as just an useless otaku, Levi was still the Grand Admiral of Hell's Navy and the Avatar of Envy —one of the most powerful demons in all of the Devildom. No one, no one was messing with his player two.
• Has the most subdued initial reaction of all the brothers. He's quiet, too quiet; if you mistook his silence for being unfeeling towards your situation, no one would blame you. But the truth is your recountment of the events that had occurred had lit a spark of fury in him, one that quickly grew into an enraged inferno that blazed through his veins and consumed every fiber of his being —he's only being as quiet as he is because he's trying to restrain himself. He doesn't want to scare you.
• The imbeciles that had dared to make such degrading and unwanted comments towards you certainly were no where close to being in Satan's good books now. The Avatar of Wrath is sorely tempted to track down the disgusting creatures responsible for your discomfort and make them pay for their actions right there and then, but when he registers the expression you're wearing he decides that justice can wait just a little longer to be delivered. You needed him right now.
• Pulls you into a warm embrace and runs his palm soothingly down the length of your spine. If you're feeling up to entertaining his inquiries, he has two questions that need answering: who were they and where could he find them?
• The people foolish enough to make such remarks to you disappear without a trace the next day, never to be seen in any of the three realms again.
• Asmo is no stranger to both making and receiving comments that are a little more sensual than the norm. Despite his instinctive need to flirt with everyone and everything that moves, however, he's the Avatar of Lust, not the Avatar of Disrespect. He knows where and when to draw a line with his remarks. If Asmo does go too far with his flirting, he takes it upon himself to back off immediately, take responsibility for his actions and/or words, and apologise. Taking the boundaries of others into consideration is incredibly important to him, and he doesn't tolerate anyone with the inability to treat others with basic decency and respect.
• Makes Lucifer give the two of you a day off; he wants to give you a day that's dedicated to you and solely you. The day's itinerary is left up to you. Asmo is willing to go along with whatever it is you feel like doing, be it staying home and watching DevilTube together or a night out on the town. What the both of you ultimately spend the day doing isn't important, Asmo's endgame is to demonstrate to you how you deserve to be treated.
• Stares at you with eyes round with disbelief. This pure cinnamon roll just cannot wrap his head around the idea of someone treating you in such a manner. You weren't an object to be toyed with, you were a person. A sentient being —no, an ethereal creature— with thoughts and feelings. Surely everyone knew that a human as special and irreplaceable as you had to be treated with the utmost respect; why would anyone say such things to you? To make matters worse, they didn't even apologise to you after learning that such words made you uncomfortable. What in Hell's Fire did they mean by asking you to "learn to take it as a compliment"? That wasn't a compliment in any of the three realms, that was harassment.
• The hailstorm of emotions that swirl in your eyes causes his heart to ache. Unsure of how else to comfort you, he offers you something that never fails to make him feel better —food. He brings you an abundance of your favourite snacks and desserts. And chocolate. Lots of chocolate. It's not much, but giving you food is the only thing that he can think of doing for you at the moment. He takes one of your hands in his as you tuck into the snacks that he's brought you and promises that no one will ever show you such disrespect ever again. Anyone who dared to would have to get through him first.
• Perhaps you should have waited until Belphie had woken up from his afternoon nap before attempting to inform him of the events that had occurred, instead of trying to tell him before he dozed off. The Avatar of Sloth is incredibly drowsy and pretty out of it as he nods along to the sound of your voice, in a half hearted way that makes you wonder if he's even listening to you or if he's merely allowing your words to wash over him. When you've finished speaking, he pats your head gently and turns to his bed, more than ready for a trip to Dreamland. The second his head hits his pillow however, the words that you'd been trying to cram into his sleep addled mind suddenly hit him like a train. Well, he's certainly awake now.
• A wave of guilt washed over him. You had needed him then, and he wasn't there to shield you from those imbeciles. And you needed him now, but he was falling asleep before your eyes as you spoke.
• As an apology, he takes you into his arms and holds you against his chest in a warm embrace. He buries his face in your hair and whispers sweet nothings in your ear, reminding you that you were so much more than what those assholes made you out to be. That you weren't an object to be toyed with, you were a person...a human. His human.
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Pact Marks | All Brothers
Request: pact mark hc with the brothers?
Word Count: 1971 words
Page Count: 5.5 pages
A.N.: hope you guys enjoy this!
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[ U N D A T E A B L E S ]
Lucifer would place his pact mark on the space where your neck meets your ear, somewhere modest and easy to hide, something you could show and hide as you pleased. Though you could hide it, it was in an obvious spot, fitting for the Avatar of Pride. When you summon him or speak with him through it the pact mark glows a deep blue.
If you wear your hair down, he will play with your hair before rubbing the mark gently, and if he is in an extra soft mood he'll give it a quick kiss before moving on. If you wear your hair up he feels prideful, more so than usual, and it intensifies even more if it is a formal gathering where any and all can see it. He'll be glued to that one side where the mark is, and he'll lean in to whisper to you whenever he wants to speak with you, giving a quick kiss to it or just touching it before standing up again.
His pact mark with you on the palm of his hand, and he finds himself thumbing it mindlessly to comfort himself, he starts to understand why Beel does it when he's nervous. Lucifer isn't nervous though, he just likes to remind himself of you, he likes to touch the mark that proves you're both bound together in such a way. When he speaks to you through the mark or tries to look through your eyes, activating the mark, it glows a bright white and reminds him of a blessing mark that angels give.
Having a pact with Lucifer makes him feel light, in a literal and metaphorical sense, every time he even thinks of it.
You bring him light that he thought he had lost long ago.
Mammon would keep your pact mark on your collar bone, in the center, right where your throat dips into your chest. He knew you were caring, and being around you had him feeling different, and he wanted to be greedy. Since he is more emotionally inclined, I like to think that he can connect with souls and auras better, so when he felt your soul and looked at it a bit closer he felt so connected to it he knew he wanted to get close with you. It glows a bright gold when it activates, and he loves it, so sometimes when you're sleeping he'll call to the mark and kinda just look in amazement.
Since he is very touchy, he loves to lay his head down on it, and listens to your heart and the soft buzz of his magic in your skin. He falls asleep fastest on those nights.
His mark with you is in the same place, and like his older brother when you use it it glows a soft white, something he loves since it matches well with his demon markings. Run your nails over it and the boy m e l t s. Since he had his collar opened all the time he loves when people see it, he makes pacts with witches all the time but this is the first time he's allowed a mark on him, and this honestly has everyone just lowkey s h o o k. Like Mammon? The pact whore for grimm? Allowed a mark? on H I M ?
Having a pact with Mammon makes him feel pride, ironically, but also loved and wanted.
He actually feels like an equal, when all else isn't, this is the one time where it's you AND him.
His pact mark on you is on your foot and wraps around your ankle, it seems easy to hide, but you can never really hide it. Unless you're wearing shoes that cover your ankle often or pants that don't ride up your ankle, it's always showing somewhere. He is a strong swimmer and loves to see you swim too, so he knows legs are important for the task, and that's where the idea of placing his mark on your ankle came from. Sometimes, he'll jump in the tank with you, and since he can breathe underwater with his gills (broski I like the idea of him having gills P L E A S E), he'll sit back and chill with Henry swimming around his head, seeing your mark move with the rest of your leg.
When you use the mark, it becomes a soft orange, the same shade that hides behind his eyes when they become more snake-like. Lay your legs over him when he's playing games and he'll settle the controller on your other ankles, letting his fingers brush against the mark on the other. Little shit will even let his claws some out just to scratch them lightly and tickle you like a motherfucker.
His mark is on the ankle opposite of yours, so when you're both cuddling he'll link your ankle around his, the feeling of you WITH him blows his mind sometimes. Same case when he uses it, glows white, due to you being a human and having such a bright soul.
Having a pact with Leviathan makes him feel like he's worth something.
You helped him gain confidence and become a demon that deserves the title of Avatar of Envy.
His pact mark runs from the top of your calf to about mid-thigh, right on the back of your leg, it's large, slender, and delicate. It glows neon green when activated, something that he honestly finds cool as hell, because:
1. It's something that means you have a piece of him with you.
2. You make it look awesome.
3. It's honestly so fucking cool.
Like Levi, when you're both relaxing, him reading and you doing work/listening to music, and your legs are on his, he'll touch the mark mindlessly and feel so at peace. But, if you're ticklish, guess who also is a little shit. If you're in bed, and laying on your stomach, he'll lay his head on your thigh and just trace his with a look on his face that says 'wow' and if you think of that meme, yes, that's valid.
His mark is on the top of his hand, he always gets to see it, looking at it shows him the progress he's made. He knows how to manage his anger and actively tries to have it processed through a better outlet. You helping him along the way makes him have hope, an emotion that could seem a bit foreign at times, but he likes it. He feels light.
Making a pact with Satan has him feeling like he can be anything he wants.
He can be himself, not an extension of someone else.
Asmodeus has no shame, but, when he cares- when he really does, he wants to make it meaningful. He would place it on your hip and have it there and only there, it won't wrap around to your ass or to your front, just your hip. He loves to watch it glow a radiant pink, so he'll section off time to just lay his head on your lap and ask you to call him, the tug of magic and the light emanating from your skin does something to him. Sure, it could be lust, or maybe something more, you may be able to figure it out if he told you.
He didn't want to though. He'd just enjoy the feeling without having to figure it out, because figuring it out meant facing himself, and we can't have that just yet. His pact mark is right over his heart, though Mammon's mark is in the same area, it isn't right over his heart. It is settled right between his pectorals, a slight bit to the left, always hovering around the muscle that proves he's alive and able to love in some capacity.
He often would come up to you and just place his hand on it, palm flat against your hip while his mark would flare up in an ivory light, he swears he can feel your pulse through it and wonders if you can feel his.
Having a pact with Asmodeus makes him feel as if he can be seen past his title- which ever one, and just be himself.
He can devout himself to something that means more than him.
Beelzebub's pact mark is not on your abdomen actually! He wanted to place it on his favorite spot, on the back of your shoulder, away from the place where his sin seems to ravage him. It of course, glows a deep crimson, but be prefers it when it isn't activated- because it means you're safe and you don't need to call on him to help. He loves when you sit on his lap, because of a few reasons.
1. You're with him :)
2. You're happy :)
3. He can look at your mark as much as he likes, especially if it's exposed, he'll "somehow" leave small kisses all over it. They're so soft, you can't help but laugh, it's ticklish at times. It becomes even more ticklish when he presses his face against it, and if you laugh, he laughs, his laughs against your skin either make you soft or cackle in delight.
4. Your pact mark is right against his!
Beel would have his pact mark right on his chest, matching it to the side you choose to have your pact mark on. This makes the big boi real emotional, and he'll sometimes let some magic through and it glows, and you're kinda like:
"I hope that's a glow stick and not you again Beel."
"Let's just say it's a glow stick for now."
Having a pact with Beelzebub means you're a part of his family, happy, and healthy.
It really just makes him emotional.
When you make a pact with Belphegor, this lil' shit is honestly so surprised you said yes, but considering it was a gift you probably said yes to be respectful. But... you didn't.
Your pact mark with him is on the back of your neck, where the cervical vertebrae are, moving a bit lower to the thoracic spine. When you suggested it go there, he had to ask why, and boy did he tear up once you explained it to him later that night. You wanted to trust him again and put the past behind you, so what better place to mend a wound than the place that finally put your lights out?
Please don't say it like this to him though, if you do he would think you're joking.
But if that's how it comes out, he'll think you're joking, until he remembers you're you and... he gets it.
It glows purple when activated or when you're sleepy/ in some type of stress, he wants to read your emotions so he can help you as much as he can, make up for what was done. He would never admit it though, and you can tell he's trying his best. His mark would be in the same exact place, not only to remind him of what he did, but that he can do better to make amends. He punishes himself for your death and you try to ease him out of it- and though it takes time, you'll find your way to it.
He finds himself doing what Beel does, and will bury his face into your mark when he cuddles into you, and places small kisses on it. If he is laying on you, please touch the mark, it manages to calm him into a good sleep.
Making a pact with Belphegor means you're ready to grow and build something better with him.
You help him find a better path that he needs to walk down on his own.
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