I HATE THIS OLD MAN

Lucifer being the strongest of the brothers leads me to believe that he 100% could carry Belphie instead of dragging him around like this.

That means he's CHOOSING to do that, and nobody can convince me that he didn't purposely drag him up the stairs hoping it’d wake him up

The Demon Brothers + playing the Pocky Game with you

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Lucifer:

Is a little confused when you appear in front of him--a thin, chocolate covered cracker sticking from your mouth

Why are you leaning in, and tilting your head up towards him? There’s a smile on your face, and a playfully innocent look in your eyes.

“Yes?” he finally asks, cocking an eyebrow. You pout, lifting a hand to momentarily remove the stick of pocky from your lips.

“It’s the Pocky Game!” you say, as if that explains everything. Lucifer fixes you with a look, and you sigh. 

“The idea is that two people eat a stick of pocky together, and whoever pulls back first, loses.”

At that, Lucifer breathes in amusement. What a silly game.

“Now--,” you lift the stick back between your lips, but before you get the chance to say anything else, Lucifer’s gloved hands have cupped your cheeks.

Your eyes widen as he drags you towards him--his lips parting as the other end of the stick disappears into his mouth. 

He bites the pocky only once your lips are already touching. You can feel the grin on his lips as he kisses you, and your face heats up beneath his palms.

“I believe the game is flawed,” he finally remarks once he has pulled back, gently chewing the cracker in his mouth. His eyes flash playfully as he regards your now red face. “After all, I’d much prefer to lose than win.”

“You’re an ass,” you mumble, and Lucifer chuckles.

“Would you care to try again? Losing is quite enjoyable, so I don’t mind.”

Mammon:

Barges into your room whilst you’re sitting at your desk, working on some homework.

There’s a stick of pocky held between your lips as you swivel to face him.

“Can I help you?”

“What are ya doin? Homework?” he approaches your side and leans over you--clearly having no concept of personal space. “That’s lame.”

You rolls your eyes and raise a hand--pressing your palm against his chest and nudging him back. He blinks, eyes dropping to your face as you smile.

“We could play a game instead, if you like.”

“What game?”

“All it involves is you eating this cracker with me,” you say, motioning to the chocolate pocky between your lips. “Whoever retreats first loses.”

Mammon scoffs, leaning down towards you. He grabs the non chocolate end of the pocky and guides it between his lips. He fails to realize exactly how close he is to you until he looks up and finds your face mere inches from his.

...oh fuck.

Nonetheless, he inches forward on the cracker, feeling his face heat up as you move towards him as well. He doesn’t want to admit defeat and run, but...

Noticing his internal struggle as your lips reach the point of nearly touching, you roll your eyes and press forward. Your lips connect with his in a gentle kiss. 

Mammon, shocked, is the first to rear back.

“You lose,” you tell him, swiveling back to look at your homework, and Mammon stumbles over his words.

“H-Hey! That’s not fair! We need a do-over!”

Levi:

Has been eyeing the box of pocky ever since you brought it into his room.

Since he’s an otaku, he’s very aware of the Pocky Game, and how popular it had been in the human realm. 

He’d always wanted to try it with someone, but...

You notice him staring and squirming out of the corner of your eye, and finally put two and two together.

Smiling, you grab the red box and pull a fresh stick of pocky out--placing it between your lips.

“Do you want to play the pocky game?” you mumble, the cracker wobbling between your lips as you speak. You turn towards him, leaning in close, and immediately Levi’s face is turning multiple shades of red.

“I-I, um--,” you see his gaze fall to your lips, and his hands fist in his lap. Of course he’s nervous.

“You can close your eyes if it helps,” you tell him sweetly. He nods, too frazzled to note that closing his eyes won’t exactly aid him in winning. 

Nonetheless, Levi closes his eyes and waits. He expects to feel the thin cracker press against his lips, but instead, after a few seconds--he feels something softer, and fuller.

Curious, he peeks his eyes open, and finds that your face is directly in front of his. You’re...kissing him.

“Wha--,” he rears back, holding his hand in front of his lips as if he’s been scandalized. You giggle quietly.

“I just...couldn’t help myself, Levi. I’m sorry, I know I didn’t ask fir--”

“N-No, I...,” he steals the pocky held between your fingers and brings it between his lips. There’s a newfound look of confidence in his eyes as he looks at you, and it makes your heart flutter.

“I liked it, so...let’s play the game now.”

Satan:

Somewhat like Lucifer, Satan doesn’t understand the point of this silly human game.

It’s obviously just a ploy to kiss someone.

“Aren’t you interested in trying, at least?” you ask, a little disappointed as Satan turns his attention back to the book in his grasp. 

The red box of pocky is held between your hands, and you scoot a little closer to him. You’d brought them with you as a snack to munch on while you and Satan read together, and upon recalling the pocky game, had decided to bring the idea up to Satan.

After all, it could be fun!

However, the Avatar of Wrath is expressing less interest than you’d imagined, and that’s...disappointing.

Your disappointment does not go unnoticed by your current companion.

Sighing, Satan sets his book down and turns to face you.

“You do realize that this entire game is basically a tactic to kiss someone, or to be kissed, yes?”

The demon watches as your cheeks turn a little pink, and you cradle the box of pocky a bit tighter. “....yes.”

Satan blinks, surprised. Oh.....oh.

Laughing at himself, Satan reaches forward and plucks a stick of pocky from the box in your hands. You open your mouth to question if he has had a change of heart, but he simply sticks the chocolate cracker between your lips, and then grabs your chin.

A moment later, he’s kissing you--biting off a majority of the snack.

“You don’t need a silly game to kiss me,” he tells you with a grin as he pulls back, and you lick your tingling lips. You’ll definitely remember that.

Asmo:

When you explain the game to him, he’s ecstatic.

What a cute game! Not only does he get to have a sweet little snack, but he’ll also get to kiss you!

(Oh yes, he decides the moment you explain the game that he’s going to kiss you. Any opportunity to kiss you is an opportunity he intends to take)

Sat together on Asmo’s bed, he excitedly takes a stick of pocky and places it between your lips. You giggle, thinking it cute how happy he is to be playing this game with you.

“You know, Asmo,” you mumble around the cracker as he scoots in--your knees knocking together. He lifts his hands to cup your cheeks, and you feel your skin warm.

“You’re not actually supposed to kiss me.”

“But I can, right?” he responds, grinning knowingly as his gaze shifts up from your lips to meet your eyes.

You pout, not enjoying being called out. Of course, you’re okay with him kissing you, but this is supposed to be an innocent game!

“Oh no~ Look at you pouting~ Guess that’s all the more reason to kiss it off of you!”

Holding your face steady, he parts his lips and takes in the other end of the pocky. Before long, his lips are pressed against yours, and he moans contently.

“Delicious,” he comments, pulling back after a few seconds. Without missing a beat, he reaches into the box of pocky and pulls out another stick--holding it to your lips.

“We can play a few rounds...right?”

Beel:

He has never tried pocky before, so he’s already excited the moment you offer to share some of the human world snack with him.

But when you mention that there’s a game revolving around the snack, his interest is further piqued. 

He loves food, and games, so to him it’s basically a win-win!

“So, all it is--,” you start, bringing a stick of pocky between your lips. Beel watches you with rapt attention. “--is a game where two people eat a stick of the snack together, and whoever backs out first, looses.”

“So...it’s basically sharing a snack, then?” Beel questions, cocking his head to the side. He leans in towards you, hunger brewing in his gut as his eyes fall to the snack held between your lips.

“Well...I mean, I guess so, but--”

You’re cut off as Beel suddenly chomps onto the other end of the cracker. Before you can even react, he has made is way up the stick of pocky--his lips pressing flush against your own.

It takes him a moment to realize that he’s kissing you.

“Oh, I--,” he leans back, cheeks heating up shyly as he stares at you. His stomach had taken over, and he’d only been on the hunt for more food to eat...

“I’m sorry...”

“No! No, it’s fine Beel!” you reassure him, resting your hands on his knees. You flash him a bright smile. “It’s fine! I didn’t mind!”

Beel sighs in relief, and returns your smile. However, a new idea quickly occurs to him.

“Can we do it again, then? I’d like to eat all of the remaining crackers like that.”

Belphie:

Is half alseep on your bed when you tear into the small red box and start munching on the chocolate snack.

He watches you mindlessly as you bring the pocky to your lips--munching on them quietly as you scroll through your DDD.

Belphie had come over to hang out with you, but had accidentally fallen asleep while waiting for you to finish homework. Now, it seems that you’ve finally finished.

“You know,” you start with a little laugh when you notice him staring at you blearily. “This is a pretty popular snack in the human world. There’s a whole game it’s used for.”

“Mmm?” Belphie hums, urging you to continue. He presses himself into a seated position, rubbing at his eyes.

“Yeah, it’s a pretty silly. Two people eat a stick together, and whoever pulls away first loses. It’s pretty much a game to see if you’re ballsy enough to kiss someone.”

...Belphie wakes up a bit quicker at hearing that. 

“Hmm~ Let’s play then.”

It takes you a moment to digest his words--a stick of already half eaten pocky dangling between your lips.

“Wha--”

Before you can finish, Belphie’s hand has found the back of your skull. Using his grip, he turns you to face him--his lips meeting yours as he eats the remaining half of the stick of pocky.

When you jump back in surprise, Belphie grins. “Looks like I won.”

“That’s not fair--you can’t just--!” you attempt to argue, your cheeks pink, but he cuts you off.

“If you think it’s not fair, then let’s just do it again.”

OM! Players: They sometimes compare me to their dead relative...

MM Players:

Hot Springs | Mammon x Reader

45: “I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice.” 46: “I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet.”

Word Count: 1250

Warnings: SMUT !!!! Dirty talk, exhibitionism, a little biting, i think that’s it? also reader has female genitalia and uses she/her pronouns

soooo i haven’t written smut for a while, and i’ve never written it on this blog before, lemme know what u think..? it turned out a bit long whoops

You hummed, relaxing back into the hot water as steam misted around your face, obscuring the bickering brothers from view. It hadn’t been easy finding a hot spring in the devildom cool enough for you to withstand, but Asmo had insisted on a relaxing day at the springs, and it wouldn’t do to have his human friend’s skin burned by scalding water.

Of course, the moment Mammon found out you and Asmo were planning an outing, he volunteered to accompany you. It wasn’t long until the other brothers found out, and before you knew it, you and seven demons were crowded in a steaming hot spring.

“Ugh, this isn’t even warm! MC, are you sure you can’t stand something hotter?” Asmo whined through the clouds of steam. 

You laughed, but before you could reply, Mammon interjected on your behalf.

“She’s a human, idiot! Anything hotter would kill her!” he snapped, glaring when Asmo rolled his eyes.

You ran your hand down your boyfriend’s arm soothingly, watching his cheeks turn pink. He moved to sling his arm around your waist, pulling you into his lap and curling his arms around your middle. Mammon pressed his face into the bare skin of your shoulder, placing a small kiss to the skin.

A shiver rippled down your spine as his hands inched up your sides, and you squirmed in his lap at the memory of his earlier teasing...

__________

“I can’t believe you’re going with Asmo,” Mammon grumbled, laying back on your bed, arms crossed. “To hot springs! That’s a couple thing!”

You laughed, plucking a bikini from your closet and holding it up to your body, glancing in the mirror thoughtfully. “Jealous, are we?” 

Mammon huffed. 

Turning around, you tossed the clothing to the side and crawled to lay next to him, propping your head up with your hand and running your fingertips lightly down his chest. “Because if you were… you know you don’t need to be, right?”

Another grunt. “Yeah, but you’ll be there in your bikini, that’s- that doesn’t cover shit! I’m coming,” he declared, before throwing you a cheeky smirk. “I’ll just have to show everyone that you’re mine. I’ll fuck you in front of every demon there, if that’s what it takes.” 

You swallowed thickly. “M-Mammon…”

“Kissing you, touching you, fucking you, showing them everything that they wish they could do to you... Too bad for them, the Great Mammon doesn’t share,” he growled.

The demon noticed you rubbing your legs together, longing to ease the throbbing between your thighs. He smirked, hand moving your legs apart. Mammon licked his lips, sucking in a sharp breath at the fresh damp patch on your pyjama shorts. “I haven’t even touched you, and you’re already this wet…” His words were a breathy groan, and he dragged you in for a kiss, all teeth and tongue as his hand slid beneath your shirt to dig into your waist.

There was a knock on your door, and you abruptly pulled apart as Levi’s voice pierced the heavy wood. “Hey, Asmo said you’re going to the hot springs! If you’re going, I am, too!”

Mammon rolled his eyes, but in response to your desperate glance, threw you only a wink. “To be continued?” 

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Mammon groaned at your squirming, the sound muffled as he pressed his mouth against your neck, sucking harshly on the skin as his fingers moved to tug at the hem of your bikini bottoms. You felt his hardened length nudging at your ass through his swim trunks, and you bit your lip to stifle a smile as you rolled back against him.

“Hey!” Mammon protested, voice low. “Quit teasing!”

“Payback,” you hissed, turning so that you were straddling him. Your wrists curled around his neck, fingers threading through his hair and tugging just a little too harshly on the damp ends.

Mammon caught his lower lip between his teeth, holding back a moan as you placed a light kiss to the corner of his mouth. He kissed you again, a light peck, before picking you up and spinning you around so that you were facing away from him again.

“What are you doing?”

“Shh, quiet,” he whispered, shifting beneath you. 

You froze as you felt him pulling his hard cock from his trunks, hissing a sigh of relief against your ear at the motion. His length pressed against your back, a solid weight bobbing against your skin in the hot water.

“Mammon!”

He chuckled, kissing between your shoulderblades. “I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice…”

You glanced at his brothers, whose figures were distorted by the steam as they bickered about something you were too distracted to fully listen to. At any rate, their attention certainly wasn’t on the two of you.

“F-fine, but... be quick, okay?” you whispered, fidgeting in his lap at the arousal tingling between your legs.

Mammon chuckled into your skin, his fingers creeping up your inner thighs. “No promises.”

You breathed in sharply as Mammon tugged the crotch of your bikini bottoms aside, lifting you enough to line himself up at your entrance before slowly pulling you back into his lap, your hungry sex swallowing his cock in one fluid movement.

Mammon groaned, and he dug his teeth into your shoulder just hard enough to suppress the guttural sound. He muttered a low oath, hands guiding your hips slowly up and down. 

You leaned back against him, hair clinging to your temples with sweat as you breathed in lungfuls of steam. It pressed against your flushed skin like a warm cloak, the only barrier between you and your company. 

Tightening his grip on your hips, Mammon slowed your increasingly frantic pace. “Shh, we don’t want the others to find out, do we? Unless you want them to see you like this; needy, desperate, fucking yourself on my cock.” His hot breath brushed over the feverish skin of your neck, his teeth grazing your earlobe. A free hand moved to cup your breast, fingers tracing your hard nipples through your bikini top as he fucked you.

“Fuck, Mammon…” you panted. Your voice was barely audible, but the urgent whisper of his name was enough to make his cock twitch inside you, the head kissing your cervix as he groaned into your shoulder again.

His hand slid beneath your bottoms, thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit as he thrust his hips up against your ass. Practised fingers had you crumpling in his arms, cunt clenching around his cock as you came. Mammon threw his hand over your mouth, the tight press of his palm silencing your moans as he spilled inside of you with a rough, final thrust. 

Once his twitching cock had stilled, he slowly lifted you off him, hastily readjusting his trunks as you righted your bikini.

“You guys coming?” a voice called, snapping the two of you out of your blissful haze.

“W-what?” Mammon stammered.

Beel swam over to you, a large figure emerging from the cloud of steam. “We’re going to grab some lunch. You guys coming?”

You laughed shakily. “R-right. Be right there, Beel.”

He smiled patiently, and you heard the sizzle of hot water on rocks as the brothers climbed out of the water. Mammon threw you a smirk, and you leaned into his chest, breathing uneven as you coughed a nervous laugh. You felt him grin into your hair as he hugged you.

“C’mon, babe. I don’t know about you, but I’ve worked up an appetite.”

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𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 (𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰)

The OM! Boys + first kisses (which you initiate!)

Masterlist

I didn’t explicitly mention it being the first kiss in each scenario, but please assume that it is! 🥰

Lucifer:

Your feelings for the Avatar of Pride are undeniable. In fact, recently, they’ve become very hard to keep in check.

He’s already on your mind when you walk past his study, and see him hunched over his desk--working hard, like always (and that worries you a bit). Your heart is so full of love for him, and it aches whenever you think of his long, exhausting days.

Even if it’s cheesy, you want to be a pick-me-up to him during those busy times.

“Shouldn’t you take a break?” you quip, silently making your way inside. Lucifer blinks, and his gaze softens when it falls on you.

“Perhaps you’re right,” he sighs, but doesn’t set his pen down. He frowns at the stack of papers in front of him, not paying you any mind as you slowly scoot your way around the side of the desk--stepping up behind him.

You watch him as he works, eyes trailing from his gloved hands, up his arms, and across his strong jaw line.

Lucifer never fails to enchant you. Even just being here, so close to him, has your heart racing.

...you want to kiss him.

“Y/N--”

And the minute Lucifer turns his head ever so slightly, moving to look at you, you do just that.

Without giving yourself much time to think on it, you reach your hands forward and cradle his face--closing your eyes as you press your lips against his own.

You feel Lucifer still in surprise, and you’re quick to try and pull back--but then a grin is spreading on his lips, and his gloved hand is curling against the back of your neck.

He kisses you for a few more moments, goosebumps rising on your skin. Then, he finally releases you--only allowing you a few inches to breathe as his thumb soothes through your hair. 

“I’m a bit upset you didn’t allow me the chance to kiss you first,” he says with a bit of a frown, but soon laughs. “However, as long as I get to keep kissing you, I certainly won’t complain.”

Mammon:

Despite your affections for the Avatar of Greed, they never seem to be enough.

Tonight, he’s pouting because you’d spent your afternoon with Asmo--having a shopping day together--and not him.

“I mean, ya could’ve invited me,” he says, pointedly ignoring you as he rolls onto his side and occupies himself on his DDD. You sigh.

“Mammon, Asmo wanted it to be just the two of us. I assumed you would be okay for just a few hours without me at your side.”

Somehow, he manages to pout even harder.

“I’m supposed’ta be your first...why are ya spending so much time with those guys?”

Your gaze softens as you regard him. He should know by now that he’s got a special place in your heart, and yet, that’s still not enough for him.

No, he’s the Avatar of Greed. He’ll only continue to crave more, right?

“Mammon.”

He grunts, not turning to face you. “What?”

“Mammon, look at me, please.”

You speak quietly, tenderly--letting any annoyance disappear from your tone. Then, finally, Mammon gives in, and rolls onto his back.

“What? Are you ready to apolo--mmph!”

He literally goes stiff as a board when you lean in and capture his lips. Your cheeks are hot--you’re embarrassed despite your sudden burst of confidence.

“There--,” you say, sitting back after a few seconds. “Is that enough to make it up to you?”

Mammon blinks at you, face getting redder by the second. Then, his gaze is darting away, brain catching up to what has just occurred. However, it’s clear that he’s far from unhappy.

“Uhhh...well, maybe if you give me a few more, I’ll think about forgiving you.”

 Levi:

It’s a spur of the moment type thing.

You’re hanging out with Levi, watching him play a video game, when things start to go wrong. He hops to his feet, cursing up a storm as he attempts to regain his footing in the match he’s suddenly now losing.

You decide to stay calm, to not worry, because surely Levi will calm down in a moment--but when his power starts to seep, an aura growing around him--you know you have to do something.

After all, he can’t summon Lotan again. 

“Levi, hey! Why don’t we calm down!” you try, smiling at him. You shift yourself into his field of vision, hoping to distract him from the game that’s only continuing to go south.

“There’s a special reward for beating this level!” he hisses, his amber eyes ghosting right over you. “I have to win!”

“You can try again once you’ve calmed down!” you argue, taking a step forward, with your hands held in front of you. Your fingers skim the fabric of his jacket, and you look up at him, but he’s too immersed to realize exactly how close you are. (After all, if he did, he would definitely be scrambling backwards right now).

“No, I--”

You sigh at his adamance, fingers curling into his shirt. You had been hoping your first kiss with him would at least be a little more romantic, but here goes nothing!

Gathering all of your courage, you press up and connect your lips with his. It takes him a few seconds to register what’s going on, but you feel the controller in his hands slowly drop. And then, he’s jolting back--arm raising to cover his tomato colored face.

“Y-Y-You!! You kissed me!”

“I’m sorry!” you immediately say, feeling hot as well. “You wouldn’t listen to what I was saying, and I didn’t want you to accidentally hurt yourself, or your games, or your brothers, so!” You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself, but it doesn’t work well.

“Listen...I’m sorry if you didn’t like it, I just--”

“W-Well...I never said that...,” he mumbles, interrupting you. His gaze darts between your face, and the wall nearby. “But I didn’t really...feel...it the first time, so...m-maybe we should do it again…”

Satan:

Satan is a pretty good cook, so you tend to hang around him when it’s his night to make dinner.

It's not uncommon that you try to steal bites whenever he’s not looking.

Today, however, he warns you just a second too late that he’s making spicy curry (like, really spicy curry), so you should steer clear of any taste-testing.

Of course, a beat later he turns and sees you over the stove with the wooden spoon shoved into your mouth.

Even before you start to sweat, and tears form in your eyes, Satan is at fridge--pulling out the carton of milk and pouring you a big glass. 

As you down the soothing liquid, Satan stays by your side--unable to help it when he chuckles. You send him a glare, letting him know you don’t appreciate him laughing at your pain, and he lifts a hand to pat your hair.

“Oi, Oi~ It’s your fault for not listening to me.”

He breaks into another fit of giggles, moving past you to return to the stove. Your eyes follow after him, heart beating surprisingly fast at the sound of his laughter, and the slightest bit of physical contact with him.

Setting the glass on the counter--your mouth now successfully not about to burst into flames--you steel yourself and make your way towards him.

Without warning, once at his side, you reach forward and grab two handfuls of his sweater vest. Satan’s eyes widen in surprise as you drag him into the impromptu kiss, but it doesn’t take him long to reciprocate.

With little thought, he matches the firmness of your lips--his cheeks dusted pink when he pulls back to smile at you.

“What was that for?”

“Just felt like it,” you mumble, glancing away. Your eyes fall to the bubbling pot of curry. “...will you make a separate batch that won’t kill me?”

He hums. “Maybe for the price of another kiss.”

Asmo:

Although Asmodeus teases you all the time about how much he wants to kiss you, and to shower you in even more intimate forms of affection--he never acts on them.

Sure, he’s  the Avatar of Lust, but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t understand boundaries.

He loves you a lot, and doesn’t want to mess your relationship up by moving too quickly, and for that, you really appreciate him.

However...while his consideration is appreciated, you’re starting to go stir crazy at the fact that he won’t make the first move.

So, you decide to take it upon yourself.

You spend hours--days, even--building up your courage. And today, your courage meter is finally full.

Asmo and you already have plans to hang out, so it’s not strange when you knock at his door. It is out of character, however, when he pulls the door open to greet you, and you immediately lurch forward--wrapping your arms around him as your lips connect.

Even if it’s unexpected, Asmo is reciprocating without missing a beat. He hugs you tightly, kissing you back until you’re gently pushing him away--in need of some air.

“Oh, I loved that,” he says dreamily, taking a step back into his room. “You should do that more often!! I love seeing this confident side of you! It’s such a turn on!”

You cup your hot cheeks, stepping inside after him--still in shock that you’d actually kissed him.

“I don’t know, Asmo, it took me a while to work up to that.”

He giggles a little at your statement, and you blink when he reaches forward and grabs a strand of your hair--tugging you forward. His eyes sparkle.

“Well...even if you don’t have the courage to initiate right now, since the ice is broken…,” he gaze falls to your lips. “Is it okay if I kiss you instead? I promise it’ll be enjoyable~ After all, I’m good at this stuff.”

Beel:

Most of the time, you’re alright with giving Beel your food. You love him to the moon and back, and seeing him eating his favorite dishes with that happy look on his face makes your heart soar.

Today, however, you’d purposely stashed your desert to the side--intent on eating it yourself, for once, considering it was a limited time flavor from Madam Screams.

You’d hoped that putting it out of sight, and quite literally stashing in behind all the food in the fridge, would help keep it from the Avatar of Gluttony--but food never gets past him.

You’re in the middle of finishing up your turn on dish duty when you hear the fridge pop open. Immediately you’re whipping your head around--gasping in shock when you see Beel sticking his head into the appliance, sniffing around with a hungry look on his face.

“Beel no!” you abandon the dishes and rush over to him, trying to stop him from devouring your dessert in one bite. However, your efforts are futile, and soon your precious sweets are gone. The only remaining hint of them is the dusting of sugar on Beelzebub’s lips, and in a moment of foolish bravery, you grab him by the collar of his jacket and tug him down.

Your lips connect, and you can taste the dessert on him--sweet, and rich--everything you’d been hoping for. 

After a few seconds, you pull back for air, and find Beel staring at you with surprise written all over him. You feel your face begin to heat up--realization at what you’d just done hitting you--but before you can think to apologize, or run, Beel is dragging you back in.

His palms cup your cheeks--his lips meeting yours once more.

“I’m sorry for eating your dessert,” he mumbles, regret in his tone. “I’ll buy you another one. But.. until then, I want to keep tasting you.”

Belphie:

You’re struggling to fall asleep when Belphie stops by your room, and asks if you want to go for a walk with him. The offer sounds heavenly, so you say yes.

It’s a simple thing--walking side by side with the Avatar of Sloth, through the uncrowded streets of the Devildom--but it still makes you feel...smitten.

Over the last few weeks, your feelings for Belphie have only grown larger, and larger. And now, even simple gestures like this--that don’t have any special meaning--cause your mind to wander.

Seriously, he’s not even talking, but your gaze is zeroed in on his mouth. On his soft lips, which are parted ever so slightly as he sighs--his eyes trailing around the familiar scenery.

“Hey,” he speaks, turning to face you. He smiles, and the expression has your heart jumping into your throat.

Without thinking--acting solely on a split second of courage--you step towards him.

“Do you wanna get some--,” his voice cuts off abruptly as you press your lips to his. He makes a quiet sound of shock, and you can only imagine that he’s staring at you like you’re crazy. (Luckily, you can’t confirm if he is since your eyes are squeezed shut).

After a few seconds, you decide to pull back--feeling a little dejected since Belphie hasn’t made a move of his own. Then, just as you peel your eyelashes back open, Belphegor is grabbing you by your waist--dragging you against him as he captures your lips.

His kisses are much hotter than yours, and you whine at him, gently knocking your fist against his chest when you notice that the two of you are starting to draw looks from some nearby demons.

“What?” he asks cheekily, his grip loosening enough to allow you some room for air. “You’re the one that suddenly kissed me in the middle of the street. First kiss, too. How daring.”

Your face flushes, eyes darting away. “Y-Yeah, well…”

“Well,” he continues, reaching down to grab your hand. He intertwined his fingers with yours, tugging you farther down the street. “I say we get somewhere more private, and then continue.”

Diavolo:

It just...sort of...happens.

Diavolo invites you to have tea in his office during your free period, and things go so well, that for a moment, you have a lapse in sanity and actually forget that the goddamn Prince of Hell isn’t your boyfriend.

You’ve had feelings for him for a while, and sometimes--when he’s in front of you, looking so handsome, and being so charming--it’s easy to lose yourself in those feelings.

So when your tea time wraps up, and Diavolo escorts you to the door of his office, maybe you--without thinking--press to your tiptoes and plant a kiss right against his lips.

“Thank you for tea, I--,” your words die off as a sense of dread washes over you. You raise a hand to your lips, realizing what you’ve done. “Oh my god--”

Your eyes flit to Diavolo’s face, and you can tell that he’s at a loss for word--his golden eyes wide with surprise. 

Oh god, why are you like this??

Freaking out, you hurriedly reach for the door handle. “Lord Diavolo, I am so sorry. I wasn’t thinking, I--”

But before you can run into the hall and away from your current nightmare, Diavolo is grabbing your wrist and tugging you back into the room.

“No, no! No need to be sorry,” he beams, his free hand lifting to brush a few stray hairs from your face. “I was just caught off guard, that’s all.”

You flush, looking away and mumbling. “But I kissed you out of the blue like that…”

“True,” he chuckles, gaze tender as he regards you. “I was surprised, that’s for sure.” He leans down and looks you in the eyes--your faces just inches apart. 

“So, next time, maybe don’t jump at me. Simply asking me for a kiss will work just fine.”

Barbatos:

You’re helping Barbatos out in the kitchen of the Demon Lord’s Castle when the urge to kiss him suddenly overwhelms you.

Because honestly--how dare he look so kind, and handsome all the damn time. In everything that he does, he always manages to hold the same poise, and grace, and it drives you mad.

Even now, as he stands over the stove--watching dinner cook, with an apron tied around his waist--the energy he exudes draws you in, and makes you fall all over again.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you slowly make your way around the kitchen island, and step up to his side.

Sensing your presence, he turns to face you with a gentle smile.

“Dinner is almost finished,” he says. “Thank you for your help. If you want, you can head to the dining room where the others are.”

You nod, but your feet don’t move. Barbatos blinks, tilting his head to the side ever so slightly.

“Are you alright, Y/N?”

Taking a deep breath, you gather all of your courage, and then reach forward. Barbatos pauses as your fingers brush against his cheeks--his eyes going wide when he feels your lips press against his--warm, and soft.

“I…,” you stutter when you finally pull back. “I just...I want to do that, so…”

Barbatos chuckles at your darkening face, his gloved hand moving to cup your cheek.

“It’s quite alright. I’m flattered to know that you wanted to kiss me.”

His thumb soothes over your hot skin, and he smiles a bit wider.

“If you ever feel like doing it again, then please, by all means, you have my permission.”

“Same to you,” you mumble, causing him to laugh a little more. Leaning in, he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Duly noted.”

Solomon:

You choose to blame your actions on the atmosphere of the party, and the fact that the sorcerer is looking fine as ever--dressed in a dark button down shirt, with the first few buttons undone.

He’d dragged you to The Fall with him, wanting a companion for the night, and you’d agreed.

Now, it’s been hours since your arrival, and the entire time, Solomon has kept you close to his side--fingers curling around your waist when you accidentally begin to stray too far.

The contact has butterflies fluttering around inside your tummy, but you try your best to ignore the sensation--the way being so close to Solomon is making you feel.

Your feelings boil over, however, when Solomon makes a point of defending you from a pushy demon.

Following the encounter, he drags you to a more private area of the club to create some much needed space.

“Jeez, I know you’re a human, but that was pretty rude,” he mumbles, eyes straying to the dance floor as he adjusts his shirt cuffs. But your gaze is solely locked on him, a frenzy of different emotions running through you in response to him, and his actions. 

In the end, though, you can only think of one thing to do. One thing you really want to do.

Solomon makes a quiet sound of shock when you suddenly press up--pushing your lips against his for a few long beats. And when you inch back for air, you find Solomon grinning at you, looking quite satisfied.

“Oh? Giving a kiss to your prince charming? I like this type of payment.”

You scoff and push against his chest, but he’s already grasping your waist--keeping you near.

“I want that kiss back.”

“No refunds,” he laughs, his forehead knocking against yours, and the look in his eyes makes your melt a little. Then, he’s the one initiating kisses, and you swear your heart is beating in time with the bass of the club music. 

Simeon:

With a school dance right around the corner, the angel had kindly offered to help you learn how to...well...dance. Properly dance. Not club dancing, or anything of the like.

No, from what you had heard, the RAD school dances were much more formal than the dances you had experienced in school back in the human world, so you’d been searching for a dance teacher.

Simeon had been more than happy to offer his services.

“Look at you!” he says with a gentle laugh--your hand on his shoulder, and his fingers curled around your waist. There’s music playing from your DDD, abandoned on his dresser as the two of you waltz around his room.

“You’re really getting the hang of it!”

You smile as you glance at his bright face, heart fluttering against your ribs as you’re once again reminded of how pretty he is, and how close the two of you are at the moment.

Seriously, as much as you appreciate him for offering to teach you, you’re pretty sure you’ve already staved off half a dozen heart attacks during your lessons.

And today, as heart attack number seven looms, you reach your breaking point.

As the song comes to a close, you step forward--breaking your rhythm--and kiss him. You can feel his body still--his brain catching up with reality.

Just as you begin to pull away, Simeon is closing the gap--hugging you tightly as he reciprocates your affections.

“You won’t kiss the others like this when you’re dancing with them, will you?” he whispers with a smile, making you laugh. “Our first kiss should be special, I think.”

“Kisses while dancing will be reserved for you,” you reassure him, giggling more when he pulls back and pouts at you.

“All kisses should be reserved for me.”

Cerberus’ favorite brother <3

I now believe in Asmo with glasses’ supremacy

THE GREAT FEM!MAMMON

The Demon Brothers + comforting a self-conscious MC/Reader

So a while ago an anon sent me the below ask

And I kind of adored the idea, considering I am also insecure, and chubby, and in need of some demon bro comfort. Hence, here we are.

Rather than bullet point, I ended up writing short stories for each brother. Hopefully you still enjoy 💕

Lucifer:

The eldest brother is not unaware of the way your eyes stray when the two of you are in public together—your gaze raking over the other inhabitants of the Devildom as you traverse the busy streets.

At first, he assumes the array of creatures—some far less human-like than he and his brothers—are interesting to you. Then, he notices the way you begin hugging yourself with your arms. As if trying to hide yourself away from any prying eyes.

It is indeed out of place for a human to be seen in the Devildom, and you do get some stares, but...he has a suspicion that the sudden shyness you exhibit stems from feelings that reach beyond what strangers may think of you.

He doesn’t like seeing you in such a state.

“Y/N,” he addresses you after tugging you into a small, scarcely populated side alley. One of his gloved fingers curls beneath your chin, and he guides your hung head to look at him. “I can tell you’re upset. Explain to me why.”

You glance away from him, cheeks heating up, and your arms hugging your sides a bit tighter.

“I just...you, and your brothers are all so beautiful,” you start by saying, causing him to blink in surprise. “And...whenever we’re out like this, and I see all of the other demons living here, I can’t help but feel like I pale in comparison...”

Lucifer’s features soften as he stares at you. You’re worried about such a silly thing?

“Y/N.” He steps forward, his thumb moving to hold your chin. He tilts your head up, guiding you into a kiss. It’s soft, and loving, and immediately your fingers are twitching against your sides—itching to reach out and hold him.

“You are perfect as you are, and I have never thought otherwise.”

He kisses you again, his free arm moving to curl around your waist and tug you closer. You feel your heart aching in your chest.

“Lucifer—”

“You need not compare yourself to others, because there is no one else like you—and you are radiant in every sense of the word. I give you my word as the Avatar of Pride that what I speak is the absolute truth.”

His voice is quiet, and tender, and full of adoration. You feel like crying.

“I love you,” you whisper the words against him, voice a little broken, and Lucifer smiles before kissing you again. He will try his best from now on to help you feel a little more comfortable in your own skin.

Mammon:

The second brother invites you to Majolish to watch one of his fashion shoots, and you agree despite knowing how self conscious it will make you, because you know it will make him happy.

So, you find yourself standing in the back of the studio, watching Mammon on the temporary set—which is composed of an oversized mattress, and colorful pillows. He’s wearing slacks, and a button up that’s not buttoned at all—revealing his toned body. Since it’s a group shoot, he’s surrounded by equally enticing male and female demons. And while the sight should get you going, considering they’re all so attractive, it just makes you feel...bad.

Biting your lip, a sick feeling rising in your chest, you end up stepping out into the hall. Mammon finds you there soon after, a look of relief on his face when he spots you with your back against the wall—arms hugged together.

“There ya are! I thought you had left!” He runs up to greet you, but his smile wavers. He can tell you’re upset—gaze straying away from him. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He reaches out, hands hovering nervously. Had he done something? “I...if I did something wrong you can tell me...I didn’t mean to upset ya—”

“No, it’s not you,” you mumble, cutting him off. Now he’s even more confused. “I guess...I got upset seeing you and all the models. I know I don’t look anywhere near as attractive, and that thought started to gnaw at me, so—”

“What are ya talking about?” he interrupts you, head cocked to the side curiously. “I think you’re hot as hell.”

You feel your cheeks heat up, surprised at his words. “What?”

“I-I mean!” suddenly he’s turning red, hand lifting to sheepishly rub at his neck. “I’ve never thought that ya weren’t attractive, ya know? Ever since you came here my heart can’t help but flutter whenever I see ya…”

Your heart aches. “Mammon…”

“Listen! I just…,” his shy gaze turns back to you, and he reaches a hand out, cupping your cheek. “I think you’re one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.”

He leans in, but hesitates for a moment, so you’re the one who ends up sealing the kiss.

“Don’t worry about that kinda crap, okay?” he whispers against you, his arms lowering to wrap around your waist—holding you tightly. “Or else The Great Mammon will have to start knocking some sense into that silly human brain of yours.”

Tears blot your eyelashes, but you can’t help but giggle.

Levi:

You love Levi dearly, but he has an Akuzon addiction that needs to be addressed.

Recently, Akuzon had apparently expanded their clothing options—stocking more cosplay-like pieces—and Levi had thrown them all into his cart without second thought. Now that they’ve arrived, he’s begging you to come over.

Except, he doesn’t tell you why he wants you to come to his room until you’re already there—watching as he unpacks the multiple bags worth of questionable clothing.

“Ooooo~! This one is especially cute!!” He holds up something pastel, and undeniably adorable. You don’t disagree—it is cute, but...as you stare at it, an uncomfortable feeling settles in your stomach.

Can you even pull off something like that? You’re sure Levi is hoping that you’ll look like one of the cute anime characters in his favorite shows, and you don’t want to disappoint him. 

As much as you would love to try on the clothing and model for him, you don’t believe you’ll be able to do the outfits any justice.

“Y/N?” the demon calls your name curiously, noting how you’ve gone silent. You’re no longer paying attention to him, your head hung as you stare off to the side—a perplexed look on your face.

“W-What’s wrong?” Leviathan drops the clothing held in his grap, stepping towards you. He knows that he can get a little overly excited about this stuff, but you’re typically tolerant of it…

“I don’t know if I’m the right person to model for you,” you end up saying, voice quiet. An array of negative feelings are swirling in your head, making it hard for you to say what you want to without vomiting all your worries at him.

“I’m not...built the same as an anime character, or the cute 2-D people in your video games. The clothing won’t look the same on me, and I don’t want to ruin the images you probably have in your head.”

“Y/N—,” he cuts you off, his hand grabbing your own. He lifts your hand until your fingers are splayed against his chest. You can feel the rapid beat of his heart beneath your palm.

When you glance up, his face is flushed.

“I...this is how I get every time I’m around you,” he tells you honestly. “Whether you’re in your RAD outfit, or pajamas, or just a t-shirt and jeans...I...m-my heart always beats l-like this.”

He looks like he’s about to phase out of existence—embarrassed beyond belief with everything he’s currently confessing to you—so you instinctively reach your free hand up and cup his cheek. He leans into your touch, cheeks aflame. 

“I think you’re so cute,” he mumbles, amber eyes staring right at you. “You don’t have to look like Ruri-chan, or anyone else. I...I like you. So, please don’t think those things about yourself...”

“Levi…” There’s adoration in his gaze, and you can’t help but kiss him. 

Beneath your palm, you feel his heart skip a beat. 

Satan: 

The Avatar of Wrath has recently become accustomed to inviting you out on little coffee dates. It’s a chance for both you and him to escape his brothers, and have a space to yourselves where you’ll be able to talk freely.

The cafe the two of you frequent is dark, and cozy, and right up Satan’s alley. So far, all of your experiences there have been pleasant. 

Today, however, the stunningly attractive barista is throwing herself at Satan as he orders your drinks, and a familiar uncomfortable feeling begins rising in your throat.

Just great. 

Chin resting in your palm, you watch the two interact—Satan maintaining his pleasant composure, even when she presses her arms beneath her chest and asks if he wants any company. You see him shake his head, and you assume he mentions that he’s already here with someone, considering the barista’s gaze strays to you. She looks you up and down, an unkind amusement swimming in her eyes, before she turns back to Satan.

...wow. 

You face yourself away, feeling bitter, and anxious as you wait for the fourth brother to return to your side. That assuming he does. You wouldn’t blame him for running off with the Barista—

“Y/N,” two hands reach out and cup your cheeks, guiding your head to the side. You manage to note that Satan is now crouched beside your chair—barista abandoned—before his lips connect with yours.

“I love you. You’re absolutely stunning.”

“Wha—,” you flush red as he pulls back, shocked at his actions. Satan usually isn’t so open about his affections in public. “You...how did you—?”

“I was watching the barista when she glanced past me. The rude, yet satisfied look on her face was telling enough,” he says, a bit of anger slipping into his tone. However, it’s quick to melt away when his gaze refocuses on your blushing cheeks. 

“Just so you know, I think you’re beautiful. I’ve always thought so.” He presses back to his feet, the tips of his ears turning red. “So...don’t mind what others say, and be kind to yourself, okay?”

At a loss for words, you reach your arms out and hug him around the middle. He blinks in surprise, but a chuckle leaves his lips—his hand petting against your hair.

“Do I need to start telling you how much I adore you every day?”

“I might die,” you mumble into his shirt, and he feels his heart ache. He’ll be sure to start expressing his affections for you more often. He doesn’t want you feeling down about the way you look, because he has never given it a second thought. 

In his eyes, you’ve always been perfect.

Asmo:

Asmo is unfortunately stellar at reading your body language. So on the days where your self-confidence and self-image aren’t best, he’s right there, trying to subtly raise your spirits.

Today, when he notices you picking at your food during breakfast, a frown on your face, he knows it’s going to be one of those days. And he doesn’t like seeing you upset. 

So, he invites you to come to his room for a nice, relaxing spa day.

You agree, although it takes a little bit of convincing on his end. 

Soon enough, you find yourself standing in front of Asmo’s outrageously large tub. He’d prepared a milk bath for you—the white, swirling liquid thick, and heavenly smelling. You’re a little nervous to disrobe and sink inside—especially considering your current mental state—but...you end up doing it anyway.

Once you’re shoulder deep into the tub, Asmo knocks on the door, making you jump.

“Are you up for getting a scalp massage?” he questions, peeking his head in. There’s a kind smile on his face. “I’d love to give you one.”

It takes you a moment to answer—your gaze lowering to look at yourself. It’d be impossible for him to see you beneath the milk, so that helps you feel a bit better…

“Okay,” you say, and Asmo is quick to skip inside. He rolls up his pants to his knees, his calves dipping into the bath on either side of your shoulders. A moment later, you feel his fingers rub through your hair, and you can’t help but sigh.

“Feel good?” he questions, and you hum in acknowledgement. Silence falls for a short while—Asmo simply focusing on easing the tension from your body—but he can’t let his thoughts go unheard.

“You know,” he starts by saying. “I don’t understand why you’re so hard on yourself. I think you’re positively stunning.”

“Asmo…”

“No, I really mean it!” he pouts, getting the feeling that you think he’s just saying that to try and make you feel better. “You’re cute, and scrumptious just the way you are! And I’ve always thought so—since the moment I laid my eyes on you when you were summoned by Lord Diavolo for the exchange program. 

“So just...take my word for it, please, and let me be the positive voice in your life when your silly brain is making you think otherwise.”

He leans down, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, and his hands move to gently hold your cheeks. After a moment, you reach up and place your hands on his own. Your chest aches at his words, conflicted, but more than anything, you feel grateful.

“Thank you, Asmo.”

“Anytime, darling. I’ll always be more than happy to shower you with the love, praise, and affection that you rightfully deserve.”

Beel: 

Beel loves inviting you to the gym with him, because when he’s done working out, he’s starving, which means it’s a good excuse to go out and have a meal with you.

Most days, sitting on the sidelines at the gym, or hopping on the treadmill and getting a good walk in doesn’t really bother you. Especially because you get to watch Beel as he exercises.

Today, however, you’re feeling entirely too self conscious as you sit on the empty bench press beside the Avatar of Gluttony—watching the way his arms flex as he lifts the heavy weights.

You know that the gym is typically an accepting place—an area where people (or in this case, demons) of any shape and size can come to work out—but you just feel like you don’t belong. Not accompanying Beel, at the very least.

He basically looks like he was handcrafted by god himself (and very well may have been)—his face handsome, and body toned in all of the right places. And here you are, unable to compare to him.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

His voice reaches your ears, and you look up to find him staring at you in concern. You can only guess that you’d had a pretty sour look on your face while you’d been lost in your thoughts.

“It’s...it’s nothing, Beel.” You force a smile, not wanting to burden him with your current emotions. He frowns, regarding you for a moment, before he lets it go.

“Okay, I’m gonna change, and then we’ll go eat.”

“Alright,” you respond, immediately pressing to your feet. You head for the door without saying anything, intending to wait for him outside per usual. 

A few minutes later, Beel exits the gym to find you sitting on a bench nearby. Your leg is bouncing anxiously, gaze zoned on the concrete at your feet.

“What’s wrong?” he questions again, taking a seat beside you. His tone indicates that he won’t be accepting “nothing” for an answer this time. 

You knot your hands together in your lap. “I just...do you ever get embarrassed? Bringing me to the gym with you?”

He blinks. “Embarrassed? Why would I?”

“I don’t know, because I’m...not...up to par with a lot of the demons in there? Or, because you look like that, and I look like this, and—”

“I’m lost,” he cuts you off, looking confused. “Are you saying I should be embarrassed because I’m bringing a cute human with me to the gym? Maybe it is a little weird, considering this is the Devildom, but—”

“No, not just because I’m human. I meant—”

This time, he silences you with a kiss. His large hands cup your cheeks, holding you tenderly.

“I know what you meant, Y/N, but I disagree,” he tells you, uncharacteristically serious as he sits back. Then, a bashful smile spreads on his face. “I actually think you’re really adorable. Anytime I look at you I think of my favorite food. I love you just how you are, and will never feel embarrassed having you at my side. So, you should remember that from now on, okay?”

He reaches over and slots your hands together, tugging you to your feet.

“Now, let’s go get some ice cream.”

Belphie:

Both you and Belphie are aware that one of Belphie’s favorite activities is napping with you. Particularly, with his hands wrapped around you, and his face pressed between your shoulder blades.

Recently, you’ve been passing on all of his invitations to share a nap.

And he’s seriously starting to go crazy.

Had he done something to upset you? You always seem normal whenever you’re talking with him and his brothers, but when he sends a text asking you to come over and nap, you’re either busy, or just don’t feel like it.

Today, he decides to try and bring the nap to you.

He waltzes into your room mid-afternoon—pillows and blankets tucked beneath his arms. Without waiting for a response, he makes his way to your bed and sets everything up, making a perfect little fort for the two of you to nap in.

Once it’s set up, he crawls his way inside and then rolls over, turning to face you. 

You’re stood at the edge of the bed, arm awkwardly held in your grasp. You don’t move to join him. Belphie sighs.

“Did I do something wrong?” he finally asks, wanting to resolve the issue if he has. He can’t take this anymore.

“What? No, it’s not you,” you tell him, surprised to hear his question. The demon blinks at you, now even more confused. If he’s not the reason you’ve been avoiding napping with him, then what is?

He fixes you with a curious stare—letting you know that he won’t be leaving until you tell him the truth—and you sigh. 

“I just...haven’t been feeling too good about myself lately,” you admit to him, eyes glancing off to the side. “And because of that, I started thinking about you holding me when we nap, and ended up getting self conscious, wondering if I felt weird in your arms, or if—”

Before you get the chance to continue, Belphegor is grabbing your wrist—tugging you down against the mattress. With your back facing him, he’s quick to scoot up behind you, his arms wrapping around your midsection like normal.

“I never have cared about looks, or any of that stuff,” he mumbles, giving you a squeeze. “You fit perfectly in my arms, and always will, so don’t overthink it.”

“Belphie…”

“I love you for you, okay? I think you’re cute, and all that jazz. Now don’t make me say it again…”

Sounding embarrassed, Belphegor presses a kiss to the back of your head. You place your arms atop his own, smiling softly.

“Thank you.”

And for the first time in weeks, you fall asleep in his arms.

levi doodle i drew for his bday a whie ago

Unseen Kisses: Beelzebub

Description: MC gives the boys a kiss and they don’t notice that it left a little something on them. 

Apologies if they seem a little OOC, this is my first time writing already established characters, but I’ll try my best. 

Cause for Kiss

Beel was in class with MC and the morning was starting off as usual. However an hour into class, he could hear a slight grumble coming from their stomach. It sounded like a puppy’s growl. 

Beel noticed that this morning that MC wasn’t there for breakfast, so he ate their share of the breakfast. But looking at them holding their stomach made him feel guilty for eating their food. 

Rummaging through his backpack, he pulled out a chocolate bun. Looking at the sweet treat, he stomach began to growl too. He was so tempted to gobble the entire thing, but he could eat something else. 

“Pshhhh, MC,” he whispered, leaning across to be closer to MC. They looked over at him with a confused look with their hand still on their stomach. “Here.”

He plopped the treat on their desk. Almost like a firework, MC’s face lit up at the food in front of them. 

“Beel, are you sure?” They asked picking up the wrapping. He ignored his stomach growling to nod his head. 

The tore open the packaging and grabbed the treat. Carefully, they tore it in half. 

“Here, we can share,” they whispered back. They pushed the treat towards him and he couldn’t help biting down on it, Flavor instantly exploded on his taste buds. It tasted even better coming from them. 

“Thank you,Beel,” they said. They leaned closer to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. 

They begin to eat the treat as Beel stood there with the bun in his mouth and his cheeks aflamed. 

Give MC food = kiss

He scooted his desk right beside MC and open his backpack. 

No one pretend to notice MC and Beel pretty much having a picnic date in the middle of class. Every time Beel handed MC some food, they split it before feeding him, than gave him a kiss.

Notice it?

He was oblivious to it. He was enjoying the warmth of MC’s lip constantly on his cheek. 

Classes ended and he was pretty much floating as he went to his next class. He took his seat right next to Belphegor who was in the midst of falling asleep. His twin looked over at him.

“Beel-” he started, but the starstruck look on his brothers’ face made him stop. It was rare to see Beel this happy since the fall. Who was he to ruin it?

No one really said anything to him because they either saw how happy he was or thought it was some food smeared on his face, it was a common sight.

Lucifer was the one who saw it in their last class together. 

“Beelzebub, may I ask why you have over 20 lipstick marks on your cheeks. You do understand that school time is not the time to be doing such... frivolous things.”

Reaction??

Surprisingly calm about it. He just got a napkin to wipe it off. 

He didn’t care that half of the school saw him with MC’s mark on him. He was just happy to experience such a moment with them. 

Everyday after that, if MC isn’t there at breakfast, he packs his backpack full of shareable food. Even pins the side of his hair back so they can easily give him more kisses.

He’s addicted to them. Please give him affection.

All that is left is Levi and Belphie. Who’s next!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

@kpop-and-otome​

mammon the loud mouth! who should I do next? owo Levi’s - Lucifer’s -  Belphie’s

The Demon Brothers + their reaction to you having a nightmare

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Lucifer:

Is surprised to hear a knock at his door a little past one AM. He’s still up going over documents for RAD, and doesn’t bother looking up

“Come in,” he says simply, too tired to be mad at whoever is interrupting him at this late hour

He hears the door open, but no one greets him. After a moment, he finally looks up and finds you standing there--shyly clinging to the door frame

You’re dressed in your pajamas, bottom lip caught between your teeth

Lucifer is immediately concerned, all of his attention shifting to you.

It’s not like you haven’t paid him late night visits before to check on him when he’s working, but this time something is clearly amiss.

“Y/N, come here.” He holds out a hand, beckoning you closer, and you finally enter his room--the door clicking closed behind you.

Once at his side, Lucifer takes your hand and presses to his feet. He hooks his other hand gently beneath your chin--flashing you a tender smile as you meet his eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“I...it’s stupid,” you mumble, but when Lucifer only stares patiently.

You sigh and continue. “I had a nightmare...”

Knowing you, Lucifer bets that you’re feeling childish for seeking him out, but he cannot blame you. As powerful as he is, it’s not like he hasn’t been afflicted by bad dreams.

“Would you care to stay with me, tonight?”

You glance up at him, and he sees the relief in your gaze. Nodding--too shaken up to think about saying no to company--and lean into him, and Lucifer immediately sweeps you off to his bed.

“Sleep,” he speaks against your hair, pressing a kiss to your head, and you nod. With Lucifer nearby, you’re not scared to go back to sleep.

You spend the night safely in his arms--with his warmth on your back--and no more nightmares plague you.

Mammon:

Happens to pass by the library at 5am, because man that was a long ass night at the club, and sees you huddled by the fireplace.

He immediately pauses because uhhhhh...it’s Saturday. Why the fuck are you awake at 5am?

“Oi,” he greets as he walks into the room, catching your attention.

He can tell that you’ve barely slept--dark circles beginning to form under your eyes.

“Why the hell are you up?”

You muster up a small smile, your legs still tucked to your chest. You’ve managed to drape yourself in a soft blanket, and Mammon can only guess that you’ve been here for a while.

“I, um...had a bad dream.”

Mammon frowns, not liking that your brain decided to make you scared for no good reason.

Is it possible to fight a brain?

“How long ya been up for?”

“Since 1,” you admit, laughing softly. You’re exhausted.

Despite being a little hungover, Mammon can’t stand for this. It’s only 5AM--you’ve still got a chance at getting some good sleep! After all, it’s the weekend!

“Come to bed with me,” he mumbles--his cheeks pink as he sheepishly rubs at his neck. “I’ll make sure no more bad dreams come your way...”

Your eyes widen in surprise, but after a moment, you press to your feet and Mammon is quick to take your hand.

He sheepishly leads you to his room, grumbling about how he doesn’t necessarily care about you and your dreams until the moment his head hits the pillow on his bed.

Then he finally shuts up.

By the time you both wake up that day--snuggled together beneath Mammon’s sheets--it’s already afternoon.

Levi:

He’s a light sleeper--so he jumps awake the moment his door clicks open

Startled, he flings himself into a seated position--wide eyes sliding to look at the door

When he sees you standing there, his brain pauses. He figured it would be Mammon trying to break in and steal his stuff.

“I...,” you can see how you’d made him jump, and immediately feel horrible. “Sorry, I can just--”

You start to back out into the hall, and Levi quickly reaches out his hand as if to stop you.

“No! N-No, you can stay. I just...you surprised me.”

Nodding, you step back into his room, and he regards you curiously. You...seem a little...off

“Are you okay?” he finally asks, sitting cross-legged in the tub as he stares at you. You avoid his gaze.

Levi is suddenly reminded of one of his shoujo games, but he pushes that thought to the back of his head.

“I had a nightmare, and...I don’t know, I guess I just ended up...here.”

The demon tries to ignore the way his heart goes doki doki. Luckily, he’s more concerned for you than he is flustered over your comment.

“I-I mean...you can stay here, if you want.” His eyes fall to the mess of pillows and blankets in his tub. “I don’t know if it will be weird, since this is the only bed, but...”

You smile at him, and he can see the remnants of fear etched into your face. “As long as you’re ok with it.”

Levi nods, and within seconds, you’ve climbed into the tub.

Levi decides to sleep with his back to you (because how much space is he supposed to give you?? Will you be bothered with him so close?? He’s not prepared for this kind of situation at 3am!!)

However, by the time morning rolls around, he’s managed to entangle his limbs with your own--his arms around your waist, and his tail slung securely over your hip.

If you notice his clinginess in your sleep, you clearly don’t mind. 

Satan: 

Legitimately opens his door the moment you intend to knock--and you both startle

As you drop your hand to your side and struggle to find your words, Satan regards you with scrutiny

Satan, for one, is confused and concerned at your appearance. It’s nearly 2am. He’d gotten wrapped up in reading, but you have no reason to be up this late.

“Is everything okay?” he ends up asking when you don’t speak. 

When you look up at him, your eyes are like that of a scared puppy dog, and he feels something tug at his heart.

“I...had a nightmare. I saw the light on under your door, and...”

You glance to the side, and Satan suddenly understands why you’re acting all guilty. However, it’s not like you’re imposing.

“Why don’t you come in?” he asks with a smile, hoping to ease some of your worries. “I’m not much company, but I’d be more than happy to be in yours.”

At his words, and tiny smile lights up your face, and he sees a bit of the remnants of fear dissipate from your eyes.

“Thank you, Satan.”

Once inside, he invites you to take the bed--letting you know that if you fall asleep, it’s no big deal.

You’re determined to not fall asleep and hog his bed, but...after about half an hour, Satan looks up from his book and finds you passed out beneath the covers.

Breathing a laugh, he closes his book, and moves to the edge of the bed--regarding you for a moment. Then, he carefully maneuvers himself to join you--one hand moving to wrap around your waist.

He feels your body relax against him and, for once, Satan feels at peace as well.

Asmo:

Is walking to his room one night when he passes your door and hears a little strangled cry from inside

Immediately concerned, he knocks on your door, and enters your room when he doesn’t get a response.

He finds you in bed, thrashing around. Your eyes are squeezed closed--sweat beading on your brow--and he knows you’re having a nightmare.

“Y/N--wake up,” he gently rocks your shoulder back and forth--reaching out to hold you when you shoot awake--chest heaving.

“Wha--Asmo?” 

Once you realize it’s him--the Avatar of Lust hugging you softly and cooing reassurances into your ear--you instantly cling to him

As you ground yourself, Asmo seats himself on your bed and curls you into his lap--his hand petting against your hair as you calm down.

“Asmo, I...” your weak voice breaches the silence after a few minutes, and Asmodeus can hear the unsaid plea in your voice.

“Would it be okay if I stayed with you tonight?” he questions sweetly, asking so that you don’t have to. “I just don’t feel right leaving you alone.”

“Sure,” you respond with a nod and smile, and Asmo dedicates himself to putting you back to bed.

He tucks you in and brushes your hair out of your eyes, and when you grab his shirt--seeking more comfort--he curls up in front of you so your forehead and knees knock together

Between your bodies, he slots his fingers against yours.

“If you have anymore bad dreams, I’ll fight them, okay? Pretty humans having bad dreams is not allowed!”

That gets you giggling, and he presses a sweet kiss between your brows.

“Now~ No more thinking, just sleeping.”

And, as if his words are magic, you’re out within minutes.

Of course, Asmodeus stays with you--snuggled in bed--the entire night.

Beel:

Some days, his stomach wakes him up in search of a 3AM snack, and today is one of those days.

Dressed in his pajamas and still half asleep, he makes his way to the kitchen--pausing in surprise when he sees someone sat on the kitchen counter.

After a moment, he realizes that it’s you--nursing a glass a water, and staring blankly at the wall.

Beel frowns with worry. “Y/N?”

His voice startles you out of your thoughts--quite literally causing you to gasp, and jump. Your head whips towards him, fear in your eyes, and you lift to press a hand against your heart when you realize it’s only him.

“Are you okay?” he immediately asks, making his way to your side. It’s clear that something is wrong.

He gingerly raises his large hand to cup one of your cheeks, his heart cracking a little when you instinctively flinch away. Thankfully, after a second, you sigh into his touch--your hand lifting to cover his.

“I had a bad dream.”

Beel nods in understanding, because he knows how shitty it can be when your brain plagues you with a nightmare. 

“Here,” he walks over to the fridge, and pulls out a tub of ice cream--snatching two spoons from the cupboard on his way back to you. “This will help.”

You giggle, leaning against him and taking a spoon when he hops up on the counter beside you.

Since Beel’s appetite is much bigger, he gets a little lost in devouring the dessert. He’s not sure how much time has passed, but at some point, he pauses and looks over to find that you’re asleep against his shoulder.

Carefully, he leans over and curls you into his strong arms--making his way back towards his bedroom. 

Tonight, you’re saying with him. He’s sure he’ll keep the bad dreams from coming back (and besides, he just really wants to hold you).

Belphie:

Since Belphie’s sleeping schedule is basically ass-backwards, he tends to go to bed just after his brothers and you have left for RAD.

He’s used to having the house to himself--complete peace and quiet--so when he walks past the lounge and finds you tucked into a chair near the fireplace, he pauses.

You’re nursing a mug of coffee between your palms--dark bags hanging beneath your eyes.

“Why are you here?” he asks, walking up beside you. His first question was honestly “why do you look like shit”, but that seems a little mean. Especially considering you...unfortunately look like shit.

“I had a nightmare, and couldn’t get back to sleep,” you sigh, not turning to look at him. “I’ve been up since 2.”

“You should have come and found me,” he blinks. “You know I’m up that late.”

“Yeah, but...,” you fingers curl tighter around the mug. “It just a stupid dream. I didn’t want to be a bother...”

Belphie frowns. He wants you to be able to rely on him--to let him be there for you when you need someone.

You pause as he grabs the mug from your hand and sets it aside.

“C’mon,” he says, grabbing your wrist and tugging you to your feet. He slots his fingers through your own, gripping tightly, and you glance up at him as he starts leading you through the halls.

“Belphie?”

“I’m going to bed anyway, so sleep with me. You need rest.”

“But--I was planning on going to RAD later--”

“Taking care of yourself is more important.” His words leave no room for argument, and you fall silent. Moments later, you find yourself beneath the warm sheets of Belphie’s bed--his arms wrapped tightly around your middle.

“Is this okay?” he mumbles, and you nod--your eyelids already drooping. Within minutes, you’re fast asleep, and Belphie joins you soon after.

He’s right, sleep (especially when it’s in his arms) is way better than school.

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THE QUEEN IS HERE!!!

Pulling an allnighter was absolutely worth it to finish this big baby. 

After some thinking I realised that most of these guys would be my type if they were girls, but then I remembered that I just like masculine women-

Anyways, here’s Mammon! Enjoy! 

i tried to get my friend into obey me and she just roasted all of them

Me: lucifer is eldest, so hes next in line for the throne

Friend: is that why he’s cosplaying a vampire all the time

Friend: he looks like a skater boi whose also simultaneously trying to be an eboy

Me: does he radiate top or bottom energy?

Friend: bottom ofc

Friend: lskdjfd hes like,, the tumblr girl who would wear cat ears to school and had pins on their denim jacket and was all Sad and Artistic

Me: , yes 

Friend: if hes not writing edgy poems on ao3 idk what hes doing

Friend: ok well he seems like the person who's all Responsible and Adult-y but also uses that as a way to just be a bitch 

Friend: lsdkjfsdlike he needs to chill out but also his collar is way too tight

Friend: based on his outfit id say he's Trying to be satan but not quite managing, based on his hair and the previous screenshots youve sent me i'd give him chaotic neutral and big switch energy

Friend: he looks like someone who'd punch you in the face for calling his stuffed animal collection childish

Friend: aww he just looks sad like i really hope someone's giving him a hug

Me: you got that right

Friend: simeon is the least angelic angel ive seen in my life

Me: he’s doing his best

Friend: LITERALLY THO is that the form thats supposed to inspire like,,, celibacy?? monogamy?? i think NOT

Friend: wasnt solomon a biblical king what is he doing in hell

Me: yes, but now hes an exchange student

Friend: he looks nice tho, like he'd loan you a pencil if you dropped it and not expect you to date him after

Me: you are very wrong 

Friend: dad friend no one else would wear a tie like that

Final verdict: Asmo is her fav because he has the kpop idol fwoop like jeonghan from svt

thank you to my friend for suffering through all the screenshots and finding something funny to drag them for 

you should very much check out her ao3, she writes wonderful fics (especially if you’re into kpop canon x canon stories). 

maybe by this time next month, shell be writing obey me fics... only time can tell~ 

Hey I have another request how would the obey me brothers (Satan, Lucifer and Mammon) react to finding out that mc is a virgin (considering that they're already dating) I'm sorry for requesting so much😅😅😅 but I really love your writing keep up the good work💖💖💖

Obey Me! ❥ Sweet Innocence

a/n: nooo, don’t apologise for requesting! so far, i absolutely love both your requests! hopefully you’re okay with this being spicy content. also, highkey just added solomon and simeon cus i wanted to write more about them lol warning: corruption kink in that these boys are waaay too horny about being your first, mentions of lube but like you can also lube a vagina so no inherently male or female parts mentioned, 

Lucifer

definitely finds out right before you guys start doing it

like he’s kissing you and touching you and then you stop him to say that you’re nervous about him fingering you cus you’ve never had anything inside of you

super surprised by this revelation but also massively turned on

he liked the idea of nobody else but him having touched you this way

like, don’t get him wrong, he’s not a slut shamer. have sex with as many people as you want

but the fact that he’s the first guy you’ve ever deemed worthy enough to touch you? that gets him so proud and horny

will try to go at your pace so, if you want slow and gentle, he’ll do slow and gentle. if you think you’re ready for something a bit more rough, he’ll show you rough

“S-Sorry, I-I don’t--” You stuttered out, face obviously hot as you pressed your palms against your cheeks, your eyes pointedly looking everywhere but the naked man in front of you.

Lucifer, used to attracting eyes no matter where he went, couldn’t help but be entertained by you, so cute and flustered and unable to even look at him.

“Don’t worry, darling.” He practically purred out, his hands taking both of your wrists and wrapping your arms around his neck. 

He then cupped your thighs and raised them a little so he could press his growing erection against your crotch. He rubbed your sexes against each other, fully aware of how turned on you were getting.

“Th-This is weird.” You stuttered out, fingers nervously playing with the hair at the nape of Lucifer’s neck (which Lucifer absolutely loved)

“Hmmm, is that a good or bad thing?” He asked you, expression still entertained but his eyes had a calculating edge to it. 

The last thing he wanted was to make this a bad experience for you. He wanted you to feel good and, to make sure you did, he kept an eye on your every movement.

While you were contemplating what to say to his question, Lucifer removed his hands from your thighs. Almost immediately, your legs started to fall. 

Lucifer pulled them back up and properly wrapped your legs around him so your heels rested against his ass “Keep these up, darling.”

You slowly nodded, nervous eyes tracking his every move “Okay... Uhm, no, good weird. Very good weird.”

Lucifer chuckled at that before grabbing a bottle of lube and drizzling some on his fingers. You made a face at that but he ignored it and pressed his slick fingers against your entrance, working them in slowly, gently.

“I-I don’t--” Your eyes fluttered a little, your stomach doing summersaults at the feeling of his fingers inside of you, stretching you out and pressing against your clenching walls.

“We need to make extra sure it doesn’t hurt.” Lucifer tutted, expression still the same though it took on a more feral hint as you started to squirm and press your hips down onto his fingers.

“I’ll make you feel good, darling, don’t worry.” 

Solomon

dumbass probably found out cus he was fooling around with you and teasing you becos he loves seeing you flustered

and then you’re pushing him away and saying you don’t want your first time to be in an empty classroom

solomon.exe has stopped working

he’s never put any value in virginity. to him, it’s just a human construct made to devalue women who want to take their sexuality into their own hands

but oh my god now he kind of understood why people like it so much

a lot like lucifer in that he gets super horny soft and loving at the thought of you saving yourself for a guy you trust enough to do that with and the guy ended up being him? wild. 

lowkey kinda likes the thought of being able to introduce you to all things sex related

will go at your pace but will take the reigns if he thinks you can handle more. he wants you to enjoy your first time but, in his opinion, you’d enjoy it much more if he went a bit faster

When you first sunk into his cock, your hands gripped his shoulders tighter and Solomon had to admit he liked the idea of your nails leaving marks on his skin. 

You were so beautiful, your body pulled taught, your head thrown back, your lips soft and parted. You were the very image of ecstasy and Solomon felt great pleasure in knowing he was the first to give you this feeling.

Once you were completely sat on his lap, he ground his hips up a little but and your breath hitched, probably because he hit that spot inside of you he was hoping to find.

“Th-That felt good.” You stuttered out, hips trying to mimic the movement he made so his cock would hit that same spot again.

He chuckled at your vain attempts and ground up against you, making your eyes flutter close as you enjoyed the way your hips humped against each other.

“You know, baby, you’re supposed to lift up.” Solomon tried to urge you to lift up off his cock with his hands on your hips and you followed the movement, his cock pulling out of you only for you to push down and thrust it back in.

The feeling of his cock plunging in and out was foreign but good “Shit, Solomon.” 

“Can I go a little faster, baby?” Solomon’s hand moved from your hip to your sex, his fingers gentle but way too fast for your liking

“W-Wait.” You pressed your forehead against his, voice a small whimper as you tried not to let the pleasure overwhelm you.

Solomon kept his his eyes wide open, taking in every little change of your expression, every little twitch of your body. You were mesmerising and all he wanted was more.

He started to thrust his hips up every single time you thrust your hips down and the two of you met in the middle, causing a friction that made you tremble. You cried his name out and he only got rougher.

“Don’t worry. It won’t hurt. Just wanna make you feel good.”

Mammon

another dumbass that literally didn’t think to check until his dick is about to go inside you

instant panic once you let him know that he probably shouldn’t just thrust it in willy nilly cus uhm you’ve never had anything in there before?

‘why the hell didn’t you tell me, you stupid human?’ ‘you literally didn’t ask, i didn’t think it was important!’

like lucifer and solomon, kind of feels like a self important pride sort of thing when he thinks about the fact that he’s the first to go inside of you like ever

it means way more to him, i think, just cus he’s never been anybody’s first and the fact that you’re willing to have such an important moment with him makes him sooo soft and hard

“Dumbass, I don’t know how to fucking do this.” Mammon kept an eye on his dick where it was about to plunge inside of you, the head barely pressed against your entrance “I’ve never had a fucking virgin partner.”

“Don’t you just stick it in?” You muttered almost angrily, your hands tight where they rested on his shoulders. Though you tried to sound brave, the way you gripped him for dear life showed exactly how nervous you really were.

Mammon looked at you like you had said the dumbest thing in the world “Hello, fragile tiny human! What if I fucking hurt you, idiot?”

“I’m lubed to hell and back and your dick is lubed to hell and back!” You quickly pointed out before pouting at him, your eyelashes fluttering a little “Please, just wanna have you in me, baby.”

Mammon groaned a little at the sound of that nickname though his lips were still pulled into a frown. He’d be a filthy liar if he said he didn’t want to get inside of you as soon as possible.

“Okay, just, go slow.” Mammon muttered, eyes back to staring at where the head of his cock barely pushed inside of you.

You nodded, determined expression on your face as, slowly, gently, you lowered yourself on his cock. At first, the stretch stung but, in all honesty, it felt like a really good kind of pain.

Your hands at his shoulders gripped him tighter and he hissed, tightening his grip on your hips in return.

“Fuck, how are you so tight?” He moaned out and it really did take everything in him not to be greedy and just thrust up into your tight heat.

You wanted to reply but your brows were furrowed in concentration and you kept inching down and down, taking more and more of his hefty cock inside of you. 

Until, at the last three inches, you just said fuck it and dropped down, taking all three almost immediately.

Mammon let out the loudest moan of your name, his head thrown back and his eyes screwed tight “Shit, baby.”

You just grinned, the sting of his cock making your walls convulse around him “C’mon, see, I’m okay. Just fuck me already.”

“You fucking asked for it, you little brat.”

Simeon

okay, to us, virginity is a social construct that doesn’t matter at all

to simeon, who grew up being taught in the celestial realm, however, virginity is a big deal

the celestial realm puts a big emphasis on like purity culture and just how important it is to be pure and to stay pure

so, when you get down to do it, the both of you have actually never done this before and, if you tell simeon that, he won’t be surprised

doesn’t make it mean any less to him, though

unlike the others, he does feel pride in himself not cus he’s your first but becos you chose him. you thought he’s worth your purity

“It’s k-kind of embarrassing.” You stuttered out as you covered your hands, face hot and heart beating in a frenzy. 

Simeon laughed a little, one of his hands on your hips as he stared up at you. You looked so cute when you were straddling him like this yet you were so embarrassed about it.

His other hand was busy with your entrance, his fingers gently and slowly prodding in before pulling out. He was trying to stretch you as much as he could and, though you trembled from how good it felt, you also couldn’t help but be a little embarrassed from the sounds you made.

“It’s not embarrassing at all.” He gently ran his hand up and down your leg, trying to comfort you in any way he could “You look absolutely gorgeous.”

Your face turned even hotter at that but you nodded slowly “You look very handsome too.”

The smile that lit Simeon’s face made your heart ache.

“Why thank you, my sweet angel.” He cooed before bumping his hip up a little so his cock slapped against the cheek of your ass “But I mean, you look very gorgeous, you sound lovely, and it’s doing things to me.”

You didn’t think your face could get any hotter and, in fact, even your ears started to feel hot too. You had thought that, perhaps, as an angel with no experience, Simeon would’ve been fumbling around too.

Instead, he seemed confident and calm.

“Come, give me your hand.” Simeon looked at you almost knowingly and, when you let him guide your hand, he pressed it against his bare chest “Can you feel how fast you make my heart beat?”

You could feel it thumping against your chest and it soothed you a little to know you weren’t the only one feeling the way you were.

Simeon’s fingers left your entrance and it jolted you a little to feel something much thicker replacing them. You moaned, squirming a little before pushing back, your back arched and your head tilted a little to the side.

“Beautiful.” He muttered to you almost reverently “You’re so beautiful, my love.”

Satan

mentally, satan is very much aware of the fact that he shouldn’t care whether you were a virgin or not

even if your body count was like to a hundred, he wouldn’t care becos he loves you for you 

but also highkey kind of really loves the fact that he’s introducing you to all of this new stuff

not becos he’s your first but totally becos he just loves teaching you things and being the one to guide you on what to do

definitely also lowkey likes the power that comes with being your first in almost everything

“Does this feel good?” 

You squirmed a little, both because of Satan’s scrutinizing stare and also because of the way his fingers moved inside of you, bending and pressing against a spot that made your hips buck.

“F-Feels good.” You confirmed, eyes unable to meet Satan’s.

He seemed to notice you feeling a little shy and he chuckled, hand moving you closer to him “Keep your legs spread, sweetheart.”

You nodded, hesitantly doing as he asked, face hot and lips nervously pulled into a frown “D-Do we have to keep doing this--”

Your words were quickly interrupted by a soft moan that Satan suddenly forced out of you, causing your face to warm even more and your teeth to immediately start biting your bottom lip.

Satan’s free hand cupped your cheek, his thumb pulling at your lower lip to free it from your nibbling teeth “Yes, my love, of course. We need you nice and stretched, don’t we?”

Your eyes darted to his cock, standing proud and pressed against his abdomen. “Y-Yes, r-right.”

“Why don’t you cum for me once and then I’ll put it in?” Satan tried to distract you from his rather girthy cock by pulling your face gently to his and pressing his lips against yours.

You returned the kiss almost shyly, hips still wriggling as Satan’s fingers kept pushing at those spots inside of you, pushing you closer to an orgasm.

It felt odd seeing as you’ve never felt an orgasm from another person before. It was like your stomach was coiling and your brain was fogging a little. Unconsciously, your hips were bucking even more.

The closer you were edged to your orgasm, the sloppier the kiss between you got, Satan’s tongue running along your lips before slipping inside of your mouth.

Then, suddenly, it was like that coil in your stomach snapped and you were suddenly gripping Satan’s wrist, your hips pressing wildly down on his fingers as he swallowed every single one of your pitiful little moans and whimpers.

“Good, good. So good for me.” He pulled away, muttering against your lips.

He then pulled his fingers out of you and pulled you onto his lap “Now, onto the main event.”

The OM! Boys + their reaction to you walking into the room naked

My HC for this may be slightly different than the tiktok challenge (I assume that’s what you’re referring to), but hopefully you still enjoy!

(MC/Reader is GN)

Lucifer:

He doesn’t bother looking up when you step into his study--too absorbed in his current work. He needs to read through the proposal on his desk and have the signed papers to Diavolo by morning, and it’s already nearing midnight.

“Lucifer.”

“Hmm?” He doesn’t give you his attention, at first. He’s used to you coming to check on him when it gets late, pestering him about coming to bed and getting some much needed shut-eye. “I’ll join you shortly. I need to finish up here.”

“Lucifer,” you try again, tone a little annoyed. He pauses at that, not used to hearing you upset. He sets his pen down with a sigh--gloved hand combing through his dark hair.

“Yes, Y/N, what--,” his voice cuts off as his gaze finally finds you. You’re leaning against the doorframe to the room, arms hugged in front of you, and a playful look in your eyes.

There’s not a shred of clothing on your body.

Seeing that you have his attention, you don’t bother saying anything. Simply watch his reaction--loving the way his crimson eyes widen in shock.

However, it doesn’t take him long to recover. He presses to his feet, and steps around the wooden desk, a handsome grin on his lips.

As he approaches you, his demon form materializes without warning.

“You’re lucky that I could use a break,” he tells you, hooking a finger beneath your chin and forcing you to face him. There’s a sadistic glint in his gaze, one that has you swallowing the saliva pooling in your mouth. 

“But don’t think I’ll be kind. As much as I’m thrilled to see you present yourself to me like this, next time, you need to be patient. Now--,” his wings flutter, and you gasp as he cages you against the door. His fingers curl around your throat.

“Prepare yourself.”

Mammon:

He’s in the middle of looking up “get rich quick” schemes on his DDD when you enter his room without knocking.

“Oh~” he greets lazily, not bothering to turn away from his current task. He knows it’s you, because you’d messaged him earlier, asking if he was free, and alone.

He had assumed that you just wanted to spend some one-on-one time with The Great Mammon, and who could blame you? 

“Mammon,” you call, a purr to your voice that makes the Avatar of Greed pause. Turning away from his DDD, he looks over and sees you leaning over his pool table, with your palms pressed against the edge of the wooden surface. 

You’re...stark naked.

He can’t see your ahem nether region thanks to the height of the table, but he can see the tops of your hips, and there’s a very clear lack of underwear.

“Wh--!” his hand flies to cover his mouth, a brilliant blush blooming on his face. “Where are your clothes?!”

You blink innocently. “I figured you might like this type of surprise. But if I’m wrong~”

You fake a disappointed sigh, turning and acting like you’re going to exit his room. 

Immediately Mammon is on his feet and vaulting over the pool table (quite literally). His arms wrap around your torso, hugging you protectively back against his chest. You can already feel that he’s semi-hard as his pelvis rubs against your ass.

“I...of course I like it,” he mumbles, pressing a soft kiss to your neck. “Ya just surprised me, is all…”

You giggle, lifting a hand to pet through his hair. “Would you like me to stay, then?”

His arms wrap tighter around you, teeth nipping at the skin of your throat. “As if I would let ya go anywhere looking like this, silly human...you’re staying here tonight.”

Levi:

When you excuse yourself in the middle of the game the two of you are playing, saying something about needing the bathroom, Levi doesn’t think much of it.

His attention is solely on the screen of his computer, concentration through the roof as he completes the boss battle without your help (he really hadn’t needed your aid, anyway. He just loved spending time with you in person, and in game.)

Levi is in the middle of picking up all the rewards the boss had dropped following its defeat, so he doesn’t notice you return to the room.

“Levi.”

Blinking, the Avatar of Envy glances over his shoulder, hearing your voice behind him. The moment he catches sight of naked body, his brain short circuits. 

With a surprised yelp, he instinctively swivels in his chair to face you, but his headphones catch--yanking his head back, and effectively making a mess of everything as the taut cord shoves an army of gingerly placed figurines from atop his desk.

Perhaps you should have waited for him to get his new wireless headphones from Akuzon before attempting this trend with him…

“Oh dear,” you sigh, an embarrassed blush spreading on your face as you survey the damage you’ve done. Levi is the same color as a tomato, his wide orange gaze shifting between your naked body, and the ceiling. Like if he stares at you too long, he’ll self-destruct.

“I’m sorry,” you say after a moment, sighing. “I thought surprising you might have been fun, but…”

Your voice trails off, a shiver raking up your spine as you feel something slick curl around your ankle. When you look down, you note it’s Levi’s tail. His demon form has materialized without you realizing. 

“No, i-it’s fine…,” you see him swallow harshly, his tail continuing to wind up your leg. He tugs you forward, closer to him. His hands hover near your waist, his eyes soaking in the sight of you. You can see a tent beginning to form in his pants. “Can I touch you?”

You nod, and in the next beat, he’s all over you.

Satan:

Per usual, he’s engrossed in a novel, so he doesn’t notice your disappearance behind a particularly large stack of books. Nor does he hear the sound of you shedding your clothes. 

Thankfully, he can’t miss the sound of his name falling from your lips.

“Satan.”

He turns his gaze away from the book, pausing when he sees you standing a few feet in front of him, completely nude. 

His eyebrows raise high on his forehead, grin tugging at his lips. Silently, he moves to place the book face-down on the arm of the chair.

His obvious satisfaction at your surprise has you unable to stop yourself from smiling.

“Like what you see?”

“You could say that.”

He presses to his feet and makes his way towards you--emerald eyes soaking in every inch of your revealed skin. When he finally reaches your side, his hands immediately reach out to grip your waist. His fingers give you a gentle squeeze.

“Is there some special occasion I should know about?” he asks, chuckling. You shake your head, reaching up to cup his face. His smile widens at the action, gaze falling to your lips.

“No occasion. I just wanted to see how you would react.”

“And is my reaction what you were hoping for?”

You lean in, connecting your lips with his. “Mhm~”

The two of you share a few kisses, before Satan is backing you into one of the many bookshelves, his knee slotting between your legs. 

He leans in, mouth hot against your ear.

“Getting the full experience of my reaction may take a few hours, just so you know.”

Asmo:

The Avatar of Lust has never heard of the human world challenge, same as his brothers, but he’s always more than open to seeing you naked, that’s for sure!

So, when you excuse yourself in the middle of your study-session--returning a minute later, and calling out his name so playfully--he’s thrilled at what he finds.

“Ooo~! Look at you!” He starts fanning himself, leaning back in his chair as he regards you with rapt attention. His honey colored eyes drag from the top of your head, all the way down to your feet, and back again.

“Will you turn for me?” He asks, biting his lip. You’re tempted to roll your eyes, but do as he asks--slowly rotating yourself so he’s able to see every inch of your nude skin. 

“Gosh, you should absolutely do this more often.” There’s a slight groan to his voice, a show of his satisfaction at your bold present.

“If I did, I have the feeling I’d never leave your room,” you respond with a laugh. Asmo jumps to his feet, making his way to your side. His fingertips roam over the skin of your arms, and he leans in to kiss you.

“Did you want to continue our study-session like this, or should I clear the bed?”

You smile against him. “I’ll leave that up to you.”

Asmo giggles, and before you know it, he has detached himself from you. He works quickly to clear his mattress of any notebooks, and loose papers.

“Shame on you for tempting me like this, when I’ve got a test coming up soon,” he scolds you, but there’s no real anger in his voice. Once the bed has been cleared, Asmo crawls atop the plush sheets and settles on his side, staring at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

He beckons you with a roll of his finger. “Come here, darling.”

And you’d be a fool to disobey the Avatar of Lust’s command.

Beel:

He has invited you over to watch his favorite cooking show, but you’d left during the commercial break to go and grab some snacks (the ones he had already prepared long gone--filling his stomach).

It only takes you a few minutes to return, but since the program has started up again on the TV screen, Beel doesn’t bother looking up at the sound of the door opening.

“Y/N, hurry, they’re finishing up the dish,” he says, mouth practically watering. You silently make your way to his bed, dropping the snacks beside him. He mindlessly reaches for a bag of chips, attention still on the TV.

“Beel,” you finally speak. For the first time since your return, his purple eyes shift to look at you.

What he finds has the chip between his lips falling onto the sheets--his newly opened snack forgotten about. His adam’s apple bobs against his throat as he swallows, and you squeal in surprise as he suddenly reaches out--dragging you into him. 

You end up straddling his lap, one of his large hands gripping your waist, while the other moves to cradle the back of your head.

Just like that, his favorite program is forgotten about. 

“Itadakimasu,” he grumbles, mouth connecting with your shoulder.

He doesn’t question your lack of clothing--doesn’t need to know the reasoning for your current actions.

All he knows is that you taste better than his snacks, and are more entertaining than the cooking program.

Besides, he can catch the rerun later.

Belphie:

You decide to surprise him while attempting to wake him up from a nap.

After entering his room, you carefully shed your clothes, and then approach the side of his bed. He’s thoroughly snuggled beneath the covers, just his eyes, and messy hair peeking out from beneath the piles of blankets.

“Belphie,” you call out quietly, shaking his shoulder.

He groans, pulling away from your hand. His eyes don’t open, his groggy brain not ready to be awake yet.

“5 more minutes.”

You breathe a laugh, posing a hand on your hip. “Belphie, look at me.”

Despite not wanting to be awake, the Avatar of Sloth begrudgingly cracks his eyes open. His gaze falls on you, and you can see his eyes widen ever so slightly--the cogs in his brain beginning to move.

He stares at you for a few long seconds, eyes trailing the length of your naked body.

“Hehe~,” he extends his arms, the covers folding down as he reaches out and makes a grabbing motion at you, revealing the grin on his face.

You laugh, but nonetheless step forward into his waiting hands. Immediately he’s tugging you onto the bed beside him.

“Can you start waking me up like this from now on?” he asks, folding your head beneath his chin. His fingertips roam across back, settling near your waist.

“I have a feeling that if I do, we won’t ever actually get out of bed.”

He chuckles at your words, mouth moving to your ear. His teeth tug at your earlobe, and you can’t help but shiver.

“Hopefully that’s not an issue, because I don’t plan on letting you go now that you’re here.”

Solomon:

Despite being a magically inclined human, Solomon is a human nonetheless, so he’s aware of the tiktok challenge.

However, he never actually expects anyone to do it to him.

You’re chilling in his room at Purgatory Hall when he excuses himself to go and fetch a beverage. When he returns, he finds you right where you had been when he’d left--lounging atop his bed, on your stomach--but all of your clothes have disappeared.

For a half second, he wonders if he’d forgotten about a spell he’d cast on you as a prank. However, judging by the teasing grin on your face, and the glint in your eyes, your clothes have disappeared of your own volition.

Then, he remembers the tiktok trend.

“My apologies for not rushing to jump your bones like many of the men do in those videos.”

He walks over and calmly places the coffee mug in his hand on the nightstand. The bed dips a moment later as he moves to join you on the mattress.

However, rather than settle down beside you, he grips your shoulder and rolls you onto your back. Solomon then leans over you, caging you in as he lowers himself just inches from your face.

“While I may not have reacted like you expected, I’m more than happy to give you the same outcome.”

You grin up at him. “Which is?”

He smiles mischievously, his fingertips moving to dance across your ribs. You can feel magic buzzing on his skin.

“I think you know.”

Simeon:

Nothing can prepare Simeon for the moment he swivels around at his desk--his name falling from your lips, and beckoning his attention.

You’re over for a study date, and had excused yourself to the restroom for a moment. 

“Yes, Y/N--?” his voice catches when he spots you there--standing in the doorway to his bathroom in all of your glory. 

The Angel’s heart feels like it may beat straight out of his chest, his mind momentarily blue-screening as he stares at you.

“Wow,” he eventually breathes, raising a gloved hand to cover his blushing face. Despite obviously being flustered, his gaze still roams across you--only his mouth and cheeks hidden from view.

“Despite being a celestial, you’re truly the angel among the two of us.”

That gets you blushing, your arms hugging at your sides. Seeing you turn pink at his words has Simeon feeling a bit bolder, and he presses to his feet, moving to join you.

His arms wrap around you, pulling you into a tight hug, and he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“No you,” you mumble in response, pouting up at him, and wondering how he’d managed to turn the tables on you so easily. Simeon only laughs, leaning in to connect your lips. 

“Thank you...shall we move to the bed?”

Oh. 

“Yes, please.”

Diavolo:

Diavolo had been informed by Barbatos at the end of the student council meeting that you were waiting in his office for him.

Without a second thought, he had left to find you--assuming you wanted to talk about sometime in private with him. Which, honestly, he didn’t mind in the least, considering you were always good company.

However, the last thing he expects to find when he steps into his office is you, sitting behind his desk, in his oversized leather chair...completely nude.

You fold your hands onto the wood, smiling at him. 

“Good evening.”

There’s a playful glint in your eye, one that has Diavolo’s initial shock wearing off quickly--replaced with amused interest instead.

Closing the door behind him, the Demon Prince slowly makes his way around the desk.

“Is there something you need to tell me about?”

“Oh, no, I just wanted to surprise you,” you giggle, gasping when Diavolo suddenly reaches out and secures your waist.

He lifts you out of the black chair, seating you on his desk, and stepping between your spread legs. A blush dusts your cheeks, eyes widening as his grip slides down to your hips--his handsome face just inches from yours.

“Well, I certainly enjoy this type of surprise.” Diavolo grips your chin with his fingers, and guides you into a soft kiss.

“Perhaps you should surprise me like this after school hours more often.”

Barbatos:

While staying the weekend at the Demon Lord’s Castle, you volunteer to get up early and help the royal butler prepare breakfast. It’s a large job, considering the brothers, and other exchange students are staying over as well.

“Good morning, Barbatos,” you greet, stepping into the spacious kitchen. The butler, standing in front of the stove, takes a moment before turning to address you.

“Good morn--,” he begins, but pauses when he sees your state of dress. Or, rather, undress, considering you’re wearing absolutely nothing.

A light blush dusts his cheeks, and he coughs to clear his throat. 

“Have you misplaced your clothing? It’s not wise to cook in such a state.”

“I just wanted to see your reaction,” you respond with a laugh, stepping further into the room. He notices that your clothes are bundled in your arms. 

“Well, perhaps it is a good way to start the day off,” he comments, smiling as his eyes roam over your figure. 

Then, he’s moving away, walking to the edge of the kitchen to retrieve something you can’t quite see. When he returns to your side, you note that he’s holding a plain, white apron.

“I hardly mind such a sight to accompany the breakfast preparation, but I’d prefer if you not injure yourself.”

He slides the neck of the apron over your head, and then moves to your back--tightly securing the ties. You shiver when his gloved hand traces the length of your spine.

He smiles charmingly at the reaction.

“Shall we get to work?”

Amso: "Let's play two truths and a lie! Mc you go first"

Mc: "Okay uhh... "

"1- the first time I met Lucifer  I thought  he looked like an angry lawyer."

"2-I didn't  know how to pronounce  mammons name for the first 2 weeks so I was struggling  not to accidentally  call him almond the entire time."

"3- I broke Solomon's magic globe but fixed it with superglue and he hasn't found out yet."

Lucifer: ...

Mammon: ...

Solomon: ...

Asmo,( under his breathe): what the fuck...