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star-centric · 5 months

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Could you pretty please do some “how they would try to court you” (not in a ABO way, but in a Devildom dating culture way), headcanons / scenarios with Mammon, Beel, and Diavolo?

PAIRINGS: Mammon, Diavolo & Beel x reader (all separate)

NOTE: Let me say this- I love love LOVE requests like these!!! Any time I can write about stuff like this it makes me kick my feet and giggle. Also sorry this is so late- life is a hectic atm 🫠

CW: gender neutral reader, mentions of possessiveness, minor suggestive themes (mainly in Diavolo’s part)

How They Would Try to Court You (feat. Mammon, Beelzebub and Diavolo) (Headcanons)

MAMMON

Mammon’s a lot like his crow familiars- especially when it comes to courting. Combine that with his sin of greed and you’re in for a time!

He’s greedy, so it only makes sense that he wants all of the time. Whether it’s just laying around in your room or even just walking to class, he’s right by your side. People are starting to get used to see him literally everywhere you go. He might as well be perched on your shoulder like your own personal crow

You start to find little trinkets left for you- courtesy of Mammon. Those pairs of earrings you were eyeing at the boutique? You found them on your pillow when you got back from class. The cute pin you says reminds you of him? It's already in your locker. The items are usually something small, but still meaningful to you

Nests!! When you see a cozy bundle of blankets and pillows in both of your rooms, and how Mammon is very adamant (ie. very nervous of your approval) that you have to lay it, you feel like he have no choice but to get in it. It's so comfortable that when he sees you instantly relax he can't help but let his chest puff out in pride (and he may have let out a coo or two when he saw how peacefully you were sleeping)

Speaking of cooing- he’s humming around you too now. It's cute actually, and it makes him blush whenever you comment on it (he even does it without realizing it sometimes, which makes it even more adorable). You start to catch it when you praise him for something, but he starts doing it even more outside of it. He tries to play dumb about it, but he's really happy (and relieved) that you love how his voice sounds (it's what he was hoping for)

He starts to flash show his demon form to you more. It stemmed from your praise at his photo shoot, and ever since then he's been stretching his wings around you. Graze your fingers across them and Mammon would be putty in your hands

Mammon has always been selfish, especially when it comes to you. It’s obvious what he’s trying to do, but you’re still a bit surprised when he gets serious about it. The nights where he asks you not to leave, where he tightens his grip around you and buries his face into your neck, he means it

He wants to prove to you that he’s the only one you need, that you don’t need any other demon but him

BEELZEBUB

Beel’s courting style is simple, yet effective!

Despite it being a while since Beel felt this much of a pull towards someone like this, he really does try his best

He makes sure you’re well fed and never hungry- he knows how he can get on an empty stomach, plus he has to make sure you’re taken care of! It starts to become a very common sight to see Beel feeding some of his food to you, which leaves the others shocked, but he’s unfazed by it. They’ll even catch you bringing you food to share and not the other way around they’re used to

Beel is also like Mammon in a way- always by your side. Whether he’s just stuffing his face or observing something else, he’s right behind you like a second shadow. You didn’t realize how intimidating it was until you started to wonder why so many people started to steer clear of you- literally

(It wasn’t on purpose but Beel wasn’t complaining)

He also starts to work out around you more. You’ve always been amazed at his muscles, awed at how he lifts hundreds of pounds with ease. He’s never been one too full of pride, but the sensation bubbling inside of his chest made him want to show you more. His regular workouts, his fangol games, practice- he wanted you there for it all

Beel can’t explain it, but putting his strength on display for you feeds into a growing urge that’s hard to suppress. He wants to show you how strong he is, how easily he can protect you if something were to arise. The fanged grin on his face when he sees you cheering for him leaves him motivated to do even more

Sometimes he’ll slip into his demon form because of how excited he gets seeing you (which in turn makes his opponents/teammates nervous)

Soft bites- it happened by mistake the first time. Beel accidentally bit your finger while you were trying to feed him. He didn’t break any skin or hurt you, but when you bit him (playfully) in return something…changed inside of him after that. He wanted to do it more- leave your skin littered with marks done by him. And he wants to feel your own blunt teeth bite into him (even if you don’t leave a mark). It’s become a cute memory and another inside joke between you both

(Even if it makes him want to go feral everytime he sees your bite marks)

Beel also scents you! He has the strongest sense of smell in the house (and probably one of the strongest in the entire Devildom), so being able to leave his scent on you isn’t a problem. Lending you his clothes (which the sight of you with them does something to him too), wrapping you in his own blankets while burying his face into your neck- you don’t know why he’s been so cuddly lately but you’re not complaining (and neither is he)

Beel isn’t much of the possessive type, but he’s not willing to share you with any other demon outside of his family. Even then, his primal urge is somewhat satiated knowing that he’s left his mark(s) on you for others to see- and plans on leaving more to show that you’re his

DIAVOLO

The Future King of the Devildom has been lonely for some time now- so forgive him if he goes a bit…overboard in his methods

Remember how he was when you ate the pudding humans weren't allowed to eat? Imagine that type of behavior but with no restrictions

Expect to be adorned in the finest jewelry/outfits you could get in all of the Devildom. It gets to a point where you’re wearing literal millions- all he does is laugh at your shocked expression and waves off your worries. It’s not like he can’t afford it- plus he wants to see you in it all! (and show you how easy he can provide for you)

He’s a lot more bolder than he usually is during this time too (not that he wasn’t bold to begin with). He’s…just not holding back anymore

He’s more open with his touch, his hands finding his way to you a lot more common now. Whether it's out in public or behind closed doors, Diavolo can't seem to keep his hands to himself. The looks you get from people when you're out together make you a little embarrassed, but he holds his head up high anyway (which you're not surprised- he is the ruler still, not like they can say much anyway)

But Diavolo doesn't mind the looks- he wants them actually. He wants people to see you with him, to know that you're with him and that nothing is going to change that. That you're his and his alone. A part of him is tempted to keep you locked inside for his eyes only, but he knows that it wouldn't be right to do that to you

But he does invite you over to the castle more, which somewhat helps his urges. You’re waited on hand and foot by Diavolo, who doesn’t mind at all- he sent Barbatos away on “important tasks” (ie. give him alone time with you). It’s adorable how earnest he is in taking care of you, even if it’s something minimal as holding the door for you or feeding you himself

He’s in his demon form too, and thrives off of your attention- to see how you admire him makes his chest swell with pride. You’re in awe at his form (which makes sense since it’s a rare sight to see), and he loves it. He craves it. He encourages you to touch his wings and have your fingers graze his horns- just be careful not to tug on them too hard, unless you want to really get him riled up more than he is now

Diavolo is also like Beel in wanting to see his marks and scent left on your skin. He shows restraint, and it’s only ever done in spots he can see (mostly). There may be a dark splotch or two on your neck from when he got carried away (or when he wanted to show others that you already belong to someone)

Diavolo really hasn’t felt like this over anyone in years- Hell, probably in his entire life. He really has become enamored with you during your time in the Devildom that he can’t imagine loving someone else. You truly have made his life brighter with your presence

He understands that you can’t stay here forever, but that doesn’t mean that you can’t become mates regardless, right? Or rather, who’s going to stop him?

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pinkgimingi · 1 year

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not an obey me fan complaining that asmo's incest remarks are uncomfortable 😭😭😭

bae what did you expect he's the avatar of list and a demon of course they gonna do taboo shit

#demoncest #obeyme.txt

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star-centric · 1 month

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A random thought that came to me but I just loveeee Lucifer being so soft/clingy and trying to deny it.

Lucifer being the type to tell his brothers to leave you alone and give you your space after you return to the human realm, but still finds himself absentmindedly clicking on your text thread, thumb hovering over the send button with words already typed out. He scoffs and finally gets some sense into him, he doesn’t need to bother you (but instead he scrolls through the past messages, and can’t bring himself to delete those or the message he was about to send).

The house is quiet without you around, and even though his brothers complain about your absence still, he tells them to just deal with it. This couldn’t be your home forever, he knew that- but he still finds himself stopping in front of your door as he makes his nightly rounds. The silence gets to Lucifer too, and his fingers linger on the door knob for far too long. Your room is still the same as you left it, and it takes Lucifer a few moments of sitting on your bed to realize that he even stepped foot into the room. It takes him even longer to leave, wanting to keep taking in your scent as if you were still here. (He didn’t want to break out of the illusion just yet).

Lucifer gets lost in his thoughts more ever since you left, the memories of you consuming his mind by the day. He knew the moment was inevitable- that you would had had to return back to your home eventually. But by Diavolo, he didn’t think it would affect him this immensely.

His pride won’t let him admit out loud, but he misses you so much. He craves your touch, your presence, your lips, everything- he finds it hard to unwind from the day without knowing your current state. Even his aged bottle of Demonus does nothing to relax his nerves since you’re not here.

When Lord Diavolo needs to head to the human realm for a small errand, Lucifer wastes no time in offering to go in his place. He argues that Diavolo has more important tasks that take precedent than this, and his dear friend laughs it off, no doubt picking up on why he really wants to go. He would tease him more, but why waste anymore of his time? Diavolo wishes him safe travels, and Lucifer proceeds to ignore his and Barbatos knowing smirks.

It doesn’t take long for Lucifer to reach his destination and take care of the errand. He’s trying to convince himself that he’s just taking a small break before returning back to his work in the Devildom, taking in the fresh air and sun at a small cafe. The black coffee he’s sipping on is nowhere near the bitterness he’s used to from the hell coffee that you make him, but it would make due.

He’s almost done when he hears his name called, and turns around to see you, frozen and mouth agape. He doesn’t complain when you come barreling towards him, shock wearing off as you grin ear to ear practically jumping onto him-

He doesn’t complain, instead taking you in and holding you tight, not even hiding his smile.

It’s no secret that Lucifer, along with everyone else, wants you back home. He knows that eventually he’ll get back to work, but is it so wrong to make sure that you’re safe with his own eyes?

He keeps trying to convince himself of that being the only reason why he’s sharing this moment with you, but after you pepper him with kisses, even he can’t believe his own lies.

Lucifer really does miss you.

#writings.txts #obeyme.txts #myloves.txts #obey me x gn!reader #obey me x reader #obey me x gn!mc #obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me lucifer x you #obey me lucifer x reader #lucifer x reader

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star-centric · 8 months

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Pairing: Mammon x Gender!Neutral Reader

Note: saw this prompt list and immediately had to do Mammon- reader is gender neutral

CW: fluff, Mammon and reader are adorkable, bonus ending!

PROMPT — sleeping in the same bed, as they’d often do, but one morning waking up cuddling

It wasn’t usual for you and Mammon to share a bed.

Nights cramming for exams neither of you could afford to fail, slurping down noodles watching the latest action movie, or even comforting one another after a rough day. It didn’t matter if it was in your room or his, you both would find your way next to one another in bed.

But this morning was different.

Instead of waking up to Mammon’s form hanging halfway off of the bed, you woke up to his chest, arms wrapped tightly around one another.

Any drowsiness from before quickly washed away when you realized what position you were in.

You meekly gasped before trying to untangle your form from his, but he mumbled something in his sleep before his grip tightened, effectively ruining your plan.

You were not only embarrassed, but trapped- you were growing more flustered by the second. You’ve been close with Mammon before, skin to skin contact wasn’t that rare between you, but this was…different. More intimate.

He looked fully relaxed, white locks ruffled as he nuzzled into you more, his bits of rambling becoming more understandable.

“Mm jus’ one more MC…”

A small part of you wanted to wake him up- but another part of you wanted to stay in his arms.

“…don’t leave...” He buried his head into the crook of your neck, causing you to let out a squeak.

You combed your fingers through his hair, him sighing and chest rumbling as he let out a purr, snuggling more into you.

It was the weekend, so Lucifer wouldn’t mind if you guys slept in a little longer…

Bonus!:

Mammon was having an amazing dream, one that made his cheeks turn red and has him fighting a losing battle trying not to smile- it’s the same result he has every time he dreams of you.

Even now, with you praising him and peppering his face with kisses, he couldn’t get enough- he was fine not waking up from this dream!

But just as you were about to tell him you love him- he was waking up. He was rubbing at his bleary eyes when he felt you snuggle into him- and then it clicked.

He was holding you in his arms.

You were curled into his side.

You guys were cuddling.

It took everything in him not to scream and wake you up- not because he wanted you off of him, but because he couldn’t believe this was happening. Is this how Levi feels with his otaku stuff?!

Mammon felt his heart was about to beat out his chest, fingers shaking as he struggled to calm himself. This wasn’t the first time he held you, but it was the first time he held you like this-

And honestly, he didn’t want to let you go.

“You give me a lot of trouble, ya know that human? You drive me crazy!” Mammon pouted, before flipping you over to rest on his chest. “Makin’ me feel like this-and you’re not even awake!”

He continued to grumble on, before you nestled into him, softly murmuring something before giggling. He could have sworn he heard his name. The thought caused him to turn quiet, the tip of his ears burning red.

Mammon huffed before bringing the blanket up over you both, glancing at you sleeping peacefully. Any traces of his so-called irritation melted away, and was replaced with a soft look.

“You’re lucky that I love you so much.”

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star-centric · 8 months

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Ooo somewhat angsty request: when would be the first time MC saw each of the obey me brothers cry, and what's the best way to support them in that situation?

PAIRINGS: Obey Me Brothers x Gender Neutral!Reader

NOTE: *rubs hands together menacingly* I’ve been waiting for this one 😈 I definitely see myself exploring this idea again in the future (or even redoing this, idk yet tho 👀)

CW: angst (but not soul crushing), all of the guys are very vulnerable in this, gender neutral reader, minor spoilers for the first game (don’t worry, it’s not about *that* scene), no NB spoilers since I’m behind in the game </3

When you see LUCIFER cry for the first time, it was late at night, where he believed that he was the only soul awake in the house- until you poked your head in the study, concern etched on your face.

He had one of his cursed records playing, the gentle music softly filling the air as he poured another glass of Demonus, gloves long forgotten. The simple smile he wore on his face only was a mask of what he was feeling.

He looked so…tired. So defeated.

“I try to give my brothers a good life- a life not only reminiscent of the one they lost from before, but a life even better than that. A life that they deserve.” He began, finger toying with the rim of his glass. “But I failed.”

You remained quiet as Lucifer let out a bitter laugh, “I failed- I let all of them down. I let down my brothers, I let down Lord Diavolo, I let down Michael, I let down my Father- all of them. I‘ve became a disappointment in the Celestial Realm, and I’m continuing to do so even now in the Devildom.”

You’ve never seen Lucifer so vulnerable before- you’ve always seen him act so unbothered, his pride refusing to let him reveal too much. He’s always been the one to lead, the one his family would go to for anything, the one that would sacrifice himself without a moment’s hesitation. He was the glue holding everything together, but everything wears thin with time.

He picked up the glass, swirling it around before setting back down with a harsh thud, sighing.

“I’ve let you all down. And that in and of itself is unforgivable-“

Lucifer flinched when he felt your hand on his cheek, thumb gently wiping under his eye. He was confused for a moment before he felt something wet trail down his other cheek. He wiped at it only to notice his vision getting a bit blurry-

How long has it been since he cried?

A few of his tear drops landed on his documents below, yet as he glanced up at you, you didn’t say a word. You didn’t point out how unguarded he was being, you didn’t interrupt him- you merely listened and wiped away his tears with a gentle smile lining your cheeks.

Lucifer couldn’t stop his tears after that, and he found himself grasping onto you as they continued.

When you see MAMMON cry for the first time, it’s in your room.

He was avoiding everyone today including you, and while it left you worried, you gave him some space. When you got back to your room, you noticed the door ajar- and when you opened it fully, you noticed a figure curled into your bed, a mop of messy white hair poking out from your blankets. You peeked over to see if he was asleep-

You didn’t have time to react as he grabbed and pulled you down to him.

Mammon buried his head into the crook of your neck and tightened his arms around you, hiding his face completely.

You wanted to ask what was wrong- what he was going through, for him to talk to you- but no words needed to be exchanged as he shook in your grasp, feeling your shirt getting damp. You didn’t have it in you to ask anymore.

All you did was comb your fingers through his locks as he quietly sobbed.

You’re not sure how long you stayed there, curled up against one another, but he eventually went still, soft snores passing through his lips.

It didn’t matter what the issue was- whether it was just a bad day or worse- you would always be there for him.

When you see LEVIATHAN cry for the first time, it’s in the privacy of his room.

You were binge-watching a new anime, one that had you both invested. It was about an immortal finding love after centuries- you were surprised Levi wanted to finish watching it after discovering it was a romance, but you were glad nonetheless (even if he couldn’t hide his flushed face).

You were nearing the end of the series when you heard sniffling.

You glanced to see Levi with tears building up in his eyes, threatening to fall.

You tried to look away but he already caught you staring.

The tips of his ears were burning red as he flinched, “Don’t- don’t look at me MC!”

“Levi, you know there’s nothing wrong with crying right?”

“Sti-Still! It’s embarrassing!”

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about! It’s sad, it’s emotional-“ you explained. “If it makes you feel better, I kinda want to cry too.” Which wasn’t a lie- your eyes were starting to sting a little. You knew how the outcome was going to be for the main characters, but it still felt like a gut punch to see.

You didn’t want to overwhelm Levi, so you gently linked your pinkie with his. You were happy that he didn’t flinch away from you this time.

“Just know that you’re not alone, okay?”

Levi shyly nodded his head, and you felt him slightly squeeze your pinkie. He knew that he wasn’t, but that wasn’t what got him emotional.

What got him emotional was seeing the immortal, holding their elderly lover in his arms as they passed on. The lover aged as time passed, but the immortal stayed the same- except they were alone again like how they were centuries ago.

No matter how many happy moments the characters had in the show together, it was bound to end in tragedy.

And it brought Levi back to reality.

Back to the reality that he would eventually lose you in the same way.

When you see SATAN cry for the first time, it was in his demon form.

You’ve seen him before like this after he lashed out in the past, spiky tail whipping furiously behind him, green eyes showing nothing but fury. You know that he tries to keep his anger under control, but it still got the best of him at times.

But you didn’t see any anger this time.

You only saw anguish.

There Satan was, kneeled on the ground with tears welling up in his eyes with ripped and scattered objects tossed around the room, a result of destructive rage from before.

“I’ll never been seen for myself, will I?”

Satan’s eyes stayed on the ground, never meeting your own. “I’ll only ever be seen as my sin, as an extension of my older brother- never as myself.”

He shoulders trembled as he let out a bitter laugh that filled the room.

“I know I shouldn’t expect anything different. I should be used to it by now, but- why does it still bother me?”

His smile did nothing to hide his pain, crystal tears cascading down his cheeks.

“Why does it still hurt MC?”

You joined him on the floor and pulled him in your arms, holding onto him as he broke down.

When you see ASMODEUS cry for the first time, you thought it was a ploy at first.

You’ve seen Asmo bring tears to his eyes on a whim when he’s trying to get his way or be dramatic, so to see the same thing happen now wasn’t anything new. You were painting each others nails when you asked him if he’s ever been in love before-

“Of course MC! I love all of my fans dearly and they love me-“

“No, not that kind of love. Like true love- has someone ever told you they love you genuinely?”

“Hm, I don’t…”

When you saw the dejected look in his eyes, you became aware that it wasn’t a ploy at all.

You didn’t look up when he went quiet, concentrating on finishing the final coat on his nails. It wasn’t until you saw something wet drip onto his hand that made you glance up, seeing a single tear roll down his cheek with a forced smile.

“…I don’t know.” He choked out.

Asmo always soaked in the admiration from his fans- but that’s all it was, admiration. They loved the Asmo that they saw in the Fall, the Asmo that they saw on Devilgram- they loved the Asmo that they saw, but did they really know him enough to say they truly love him?

Did they love the Asmo you see or Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust?

“People love me and I love my fans, but why does it still feel so empty?” The smile on his face that he was so used to flashing soon fell, more tears steadily rolling down his flushed cheeks.

Despite what his sin is, Asmo did believe in true love. He believed that one day he found find someone to pour his heart and soul into and get the same in return. Even after he fell and lost his beautiful wings, he still held on to his wish of finding that person.

He started to imagine that person was you.

But he was scared that you didn’t picture him that way. That you only saw him as the Avatar of Lust.

For once, Asmo felt insecure, and he could do nothing but soak in the warmth he was afraid of losing as you held him sobbing.

When you saw BEELZEBUB cry for the first time, it catches you off guard.

You only went to grab some water, waking up and walking to the kitchen in your dazed state.

It wasn’t a surprise to see Beel there with a meal- but it was a surprise to see him wiping away tears, food untouched.

Any sleepiness washed away when you rushed to him, already by his side, asking him what’s wrong.

“I had another nightmare.” He sniffled, refusing to make eye contact with his body tense. “About Lilith.”

Your breath hitched- Beel told you once about his nightmares, but never what it was about. You only assumed how horrible it was from the faraway look he had in his eyes. It never crossed your mind that it was about his sister-

“I saw her MC- it’s always the same,” Beel balled up his fists, baring his fangs. “I’m always too late to save her- why couldn’t I save her?!”

He was no longer hiding his frustration or tears, which were freely rolling down his cheeks. All you could do was listen as he tried his best not to break down under the kitchen lights.

“You protected her, Beel.” You softly spoke, reaching to hold his hand. “You all did more than enough to protect her, and I know that she doesn’t blame you.” You lightly squeezed his hand, “She knows that it’s not your fault. None of it was.”

You’re not sure how long you sat there holding Beel, sobbing out broken apologies to his dear sister who would never hear them.

When you see BELPHEGOR cry for the first time, it was in his sleep.

You spent the night in the twins room, bundled up next to him as you were beginning to doze off. Belphie clung on to you, mumbling something incoherent as he slept. But before you could get lost in your dreams, you felt his grip growing tighter around you.

You brushed off the minor discomfort, only turning to then hear something that truly woke you up-

Belphie whimpering.

You blinked away any sleepiness, turning to see his face twisted in pain, fresh tear staining his cheeks. His hands were clenching onto you tight, whimpering soon turning into a chorus of “no” and “please”.

You shook him awake before he could continue, hair stuck to his forehead as his eyes shot open, panting. He scanned the room before landing on you, pulling you closer into him, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. No doubt he had a nightmare.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Belphie took a long pause. “…Everyone hated and blamed me for everything, for all of our problems. You all forced me to leave, and I was casted out of my home- again.”

You did nothing but soothe him as you felt him tremble again, your neck becoming damp as he started to quietly sob. “You know that won’t ever happen Belphie-“

“I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Just- stay with me…please?”

“Of course.”

You felt his tail wrap around your waist as he sobbed out a thank you. You combed your fingers through his locks, lulling him back to sleep- hopefully to better dreams.

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star-centric · 6 months

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*credit for dividers: @/saradika !!

“Is it okay if I stay with you?”

Belphie’s eyes scanned over your form- layered bags under your own reddening orbs, fingers squeezing the bottom of your shirt, voice on the verge of cracking.

There was no doubt about it- you had a nightmare. He’s been in your position plenty of times, especially after the fall.

“I promise I won’t mess with your sleep, and I’ll leave as soon as I start getting sleepy-“

He gently grabbed at your hand, stopping your rambling and closing the door behind him. No words were exchanged as both advanced the stairs leading into the attic.

There were already blankets spread out, lumps of pillows scattered around- it all looked so inviting, but he could tell that you were still hesitant on sleeping.

Belphie guided you into the pile anyway, throwing a blanket over you both.

“Here.” He nudged the familiar cow patterned pillow into your arms that you hesitantly took. “It always helps me sleep easier.”

The dimmed lights above you plus the warmth from the covers were making your eyes droop, but Belphie could see you fighting to stay awake.

“Sleeping up here has always been the best. It’s like being in your own world, away from everything.”

Belphie let his tail out, the end of it brushing against your ankle. He smiled at the soft laugh you let out.

He curled around you like he would with his pillow, burying his face into your neck. “You don’t have to keep fighting it- I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.”

He let a bit of his power flow and felt your breath steady instantly. You relaxed in his hold, soft snores escaping your lips.

Belphie would make sure that your dreams were nothing like before- and that they would only bring you the peace that you bring to him everyday.

—-

It wasn’t surprising to see Belphie missing from breakfast, but he did raise an eyebrow at your empty chair. A look at Beel said you were both sleeping in the attic.

Belphie sleeping in this late was normal, but you? It made him suspicious.

He peered into the twins room to an empty bed, meaning the only place left was the attic. He climbed the stairs, the door creaking as he looked inside, ready to reprimand you both-

What Lucifer saw caused him reconsider.

There you were, curled up into Belphie’s arms with his tail wrapped around you. The sight of your puffy eyes made him concerned, but the small smile on your face made it wash away.

He suppose that he could give you both a few more moments of rest.

#writings.txts #obeyme.txts #obey me x gn!reader #obey me x gn!mc #obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me x reader #obey me x y/n #obey me x you #obey me belphie x reader #obey me belphagor x reader #belphegor x reader #belphie x reader #belphegor x you

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star-centric · 8 months

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For that prompt list you got the Mammon cuddling prompt from, I saw "memorising their favourite things and treating them when they have a bad day" and immediately thought of Satan. Even pissy gremlins deserve to be coddled smh I will happily risk having a book thrown at my head to give him some hot choccy

Pairings: Satan x Gender Neutral!Reader

NOTE: Anon you’re 10000% right- I will definitely risk my life if it means making him feel better with no hesitation 🫡 also sorry this is late, had to pull a double at work a few times 😭

CW: gender neutral reader, fluff, no warnings really! Also here’s the prompt list!

PROMPT: memorising their favourite things and treating them when they have a bad day

Satan ignored the knock on his door.

The waves of anger he felt rising were gone, residing himself to his room before he was consumed by it. His irritation from today’s events were making his blood boil- but he locked himself away before he could lash out any further. Now he just wanted to be left alone-

But whoever was knocking at the door was refusing to grant him that peace.

Satan growled as he tried to focus on his book, but the soft taps on his door kept distracting him.

He finally slammed his book closed and stomped towards the door, insults already forming at the tip of his tongue as he ripped it open-

The words caught in his throat as he realized it was you, your shock widened eyes matching his own.

Satan felt like a bumbling idiot, his mouth gaping in the doorway as you nervously smiled.

You weakly laughed, “Sorry to bother but um…can I come in?”

Satan finally closed his mouth and looked away, mindlessly moving out of your way. He sat back down and glanced away from you, arms folded and pouting- you would have laughed at how cute he looked but you didn’t want to make him any more upset than he already was.

“So, I know you’re having a bad day but-“ you shuffled with the bag in your hand. “I got something for you.”

“This couldn’t wait until later?”

“I was thinking about it, but it seems like you need it now.” You ignored his biting tone gently nudged it into his hands.

Your words did peak his interest a bit- it even smelled good, a familiar scent wafting in his nose. When he glanced up at you with a questioning look, all you did was smile and wave your hands, motioning him to open it.

When he did, he was surprised. Genuinely surprised.

He unfolded it completely, the palms of his hands growing warm. It felt like the slice of apple pie came just out of the oven- and from the looks of it, it was homemade. You made this for him?

Your grin was all the answer that he needed.

Satan’s furrowed brows and puzzled look melted away. He tried his best to hide the flush growing on his cheeks.

He fully turned his head from you, cursing at how fast he was unfolding- you’ve always had this effect on him, and he was losing his composure quicker than usual-

But he couldn’t deny how much the gesture warmed him either, a delicate smile lining his lips.

Satan grabbed at your wrist before you could leave, bringing you down into his lap. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, the tips of his ears burning red.

“…thank you.”

It was easy to find comfort in you- your touch, your presence, just…you- and whatever irritations were hanging over him drifted away, just like always.

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star-centric · 7 months

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The friends to lovers prompt list is so cute omg. Okay okay how about "telling them they deserve better (and silently wanting to be the one who gives it to them)" for Asmo? I love everything you've posted so far alrksk it's so good

PAIRING: Asmodeus x Gender Neutral!Reader

A/N: I will be an Asmo lover/defender until the day I die 😤😤 he deserves nothing but the best 💘 hope I did your request justice and thanks for reading!

CW: gender neutral reader, fluff, Asmo deserves more love and is so much more than his sin

It didn’t take much for you to realize that you were in love with Asmo.

It surpassed the platonic bond that you both built with one another- the way your heart would beat wildly in your chest when his hands linked with yours so effortlessly, the way his lips felt brushing against your cheek and how it gave way to the fluttering butterflies in your stomach- you knew that he was always so hands-on especially when it came to you, but the growing warmth inside of you was more than enough proof that you started to see him in a different light- and that you grew hopeful that he was the same.

Which is why you felt a pit of dread when you saw how some of his…fans treated him.

Was it jealousy? You didn’t know honestly. It felt like it was at first- the ugly feeling threatening to spill over seeing how some of them acted around him. You tried to look normal, act like everything was fine (after all- you guys weren’t really together no matter how much it seemed like you were), but the bitter taste never left your mouth seeing their hands roaming over him. Then it clicked.

Part of it was jealousy, but another part of it was resentment and…pity.

You resented how some of fans showed their adoration. How they claimed that they loved him so much when they really didn’t. They didn’t know Asmo like you did, but they didn’t try to know him either- the way they only fawned over his looks, his body- they could care less about what he saying, about his interests, about who he really was- their love wasn’t genuine. Not like yours.

And that’s where the pity came in. You felt for Asmo, because as much as he was admired for his looks, he deserved to be loved for more than that. He was more than just his appearance, his sin- he was so much more than what people took at face value. He deserved to be showered in true love- the endless love that you already had for him.

He deserved better- and you could give him better.

And that’s what you told him- partly. But whenever you would try to tell him that you could give him better, your words got caught in your throat as always once you locked eyes with him.

Even now as you both laid side by side under his canopy, a gentle smile lined his lips. It made your heart melt as always whenever you got to see it- it felt different from the smiles he would flash on his socials or to his fans. Like it was reserved only for you.

“Do you think that true love exists?”

You paused before nodding your head, “Yes.”

“Do you think I’ll ever find it?”

His tone held a underlying melancholy to it. You wanted to yell that you’re right here, but all you did was take his hand into yours and gently squeezed.

“I do.”

His smile widened as he pulled you into his arms excited, catching you off guard completely. You returned the hug, despite not knowing why your response made him so happy. He is a bit of a hopeless romantic.

Asmo felt relieved over your answer because it gave him a sense of hope that he was beginning to lose after centuries.

Because he’s experiencing true love with you.

Not the fleeting love that he was used to from flings, but the love that made his own cheeks flush, that made him want to never leave your side or lose you. It was the love he wanted to revel and soak in for years to come. One that left him feeling intoxicated.

It was a beautiful feeling- and it was one that he only wants to experience with you.

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star-centric · 3 months

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Okay I have a mean request :)) So hear me out: something happens to MC (maybe they get attacked by another demon or smth idk) and it ends up causing Belphie to start getting nightmares about lesson 16 of the original game. Now, normally, if he has bad dreams, he'd go to MC for comfort, but he doesn't exactly want to make MC comfort him for him having hurt them, so he tries to keep it to himself. How it ends is up to you.

Got in the mood to write and I love this idea!! Reader is gender neutral!!

CW: mention of violence/injuries (but nothing gory/graphic), spoilers for lesson 16 in the first game

It’s rare for Belphie to not get any sleep. Borderline impossible even.

But yet he finds himself standing outside your door, late into the night. He’s sure that everyone else is sleep- he can’t even hear Lucifer’s cursed record echoing in the halls.

Belphie wants to open the door, but as his hand inches towards the handle, he pulls it back to his side. He wants to open it, crawl by your side to have your own heartbeat lull him to sleep like he’s so used too. But he can’t do it. He wants to see you so bad, but he forces himself not to.

He doesn’t know how he’ll react to seeing those marks on your skin.

Despite it happening weeks ago, your injuries remain fresh in his mind. The bandages that his brothers had to wrap you made his heart drop, and the claw marks that were left around your neck made him want to hurl. It was hard for all of them to see you hurt, but Belphie especially couldn’t handle seeing you like this.

Because it reminded him too much of what he did to you.

Sometimes he can still see your lifeless body when he closes his eyes. He still gets nightmares to this very day over it, his own malicious laugh haunting him.

His throat tightens at the thought of it, but he forced himself to swallow away his tears, his dread- how can he cry when he’s the one who killed you? When he was the monster? He doesn’t have a right to he feels, so he just bottles up his guilt and hatred for himself. Like he’s doing now, except he’s barely holding on.

Belphie is on the brink of falling apart when he takes a step back, repeating that he doesn’t deserve your comfort, your touch, anything from you- but his breath catches when the door cracks open. He’s frozen as you stand there, rubbing your eyes and yawning. You become a little startled when you become aware of him, voice still filled with sleep.

“Belphie? What’s wrong?”

The collar on your shirt droops a little, and he can see some of the claw marks on your neck peeking out underneath it.

Anything that Belphie had planned to say immediately dies on his tongue.

He feels your fingers gently grasp his cheek. He doesn’t realize that he’s crying until your thumb wipes away a tear, eyes full of concern and brows furrowed in worry.

How can you still look at him after what he did to you? How can you still show him love?

He doesn’t deserve it.

He doesn’t deserve you and he knows it.

Belphie can’t stop the tears rolling down his face no matter how hard he tries. He finds himself on his knees, trying to control his sobs but failing. He wants to apologize, beg for forgiveness, but all of his words are spilling out jumbled together. All of his bottled up emotions rise to the top, unable to be contained anymore. He’s pathetic he thinks, but all he can do is wail as you slump down to the floor, taking him in your arms.

It only makes him sob more when he feels your warmth, your arms bringing him in closer.

Time becomes a blur for Belphie, and he finds himself in his usual spot by you in your bed. He wants to feel embarrassed, ashamed of acting so childish- but he just sinks into your side as your fingers lightly comb his hair. He hears your heartbeat in his ears, lulling him into a much needed slumber. He also hears your gentle tone- even if he can’t make out the words, it brings him a sense of peace that he’s been missing for far too long.

He may never forgive himself for both what he did and failing to protect you- but he will find a way to atone for his actions, from now until the end of time.

Belphie finds it easier to sleep for the first time in a while.

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