#((Muse; Belphegor))

[melverie]

Lesson 10 and 11 were great btw

tbh I wouldn't mind if the rest of the season continues on like this

[marathedemonoverlord]

You know the funniest thing about Obey Me I can't get out of my head is the idea that the Demons/Immortals probably are the type to catch feelings during One Night Stands with MC. Like we can have sex with them or ignore them but like they'll be like "OmD they love me." While MC just hits it and quits it.

Here I even got a rank for who'd catch feelings the most:

Diavolo (100% falls in love then gets shocked MC just says it's a "bit of fun"- How can Humans be so casual about this?! )

Lucifer ( He doesn't fuck easily so if he did he's loving pretty heavily and would be highkey offended MC is casual about it )

Mammon ( He's a simp he's gonna fall hard even if you sneeze in his coffee )

Leviathan ( Heard a headcanon he's a virgin... Don't hurt my boy like that tho 🥺 )

Satan ( He would fall. He's a romantic he would love MC even if they used him and beat himself over his feels )

Simeon ( Simeon's a strange case I feel like he'd love MC enough that he'd fuck but like if MC pulled away or just hit it up as one night stands he'd accept it because he wants MC happy and not fully committing to the love would make him feel better as an Angel )

Beelzebub ( I think he'd be okay with whatever MC wants casual or real but he'd REALLY want it to be real... )

Belphegor ( I wanted to put him higher but I like the idea Belphegor knows he has no right to want more from MC after murking them that one time )

Asmodeus ( He loves HARD but he's the Avatar of Lust. He'd never love anyone deeper but he'll survive with what you give him even if it's just banging out cheap ones )

Barbatos ( Dude is possessive but also serves Diavolo. He'd give you a one night stand then ditch YOU because Diavolo can't find his lucky footie pajamas. Sorry yalls Diavolo's your cockblocking child now )

Solomon ( He knows the score. He can follow the assignment's direction. He probably won't mind more but you know... Humans having casual sex and one night stands isn't something he's unfamiliar with )

Anyways what's your rankings?

[sugawarassoccerlover]

Asking the brothers (-Luci) to spend the night with you

Synopsis: you’re having dark thoughts and don’t trust yourself to be alone at night, so you ask the brothers if they can spend the night with you 

TW: suggested suicidal thoughts but nothing explicitly stated, bad mental health 

Mammon 

Who wouldn’t want to spend time with the great mammon??? 

He’s genuinely worried about you tho :(( poor guy is so scared for you 

But he holds it together 

Doesn’t know how to address it tho

You’re gonna have to communicate with him 

Want cuddles? He’s on it! He’ll spoon you 

Want to talk about it! He’ll lend you a listening ear. He’s not the best with words but he will assure you he’s always here for you 

Will go on a late night drive with you if it helps you clear your head

Even better if you fall asleep

Will carry you back to his room bridal style 

Wont leave you alone until you assure him you’re ok

Will be more clingy from now on. Expect him to be by your side for awhile 

Leviathan 

Bros genuinely scared for you. What does this mean?? He cares for you but he just doesn’t know what to do

But he’s also so glad you trusted him enough to come to him about this 

Like Mammon, you’ll need to communicate with him 

If not, he’ll offer to play video games with you to distract you! 

Or if you just want to sit and watch him play 

He also has plenty of feel good, fluffy animes and anime movies you can watch together to improve your mood 

If you want hugs or cuddles, he’ll fulfill your request, but will be red faced 

Will definitely research mental health later 

Sends you silly videos throughout the day to let you know he’s thinking about you 

Satan 

At first, he bombards you with questions, he means well but he doesn’t execute it well 

Once he realizes it’s not entirely helping, he’ll resort to asking just what he can do to help 

He doesn’t mind sitting with you and listening to all your problems and thoughts 

If you need to cry it out or even yell at him, he doesn’t mind :) 

He just wants you to be ok 

He’ll sit down with you in his chair, holding you and will read to you

Def plays with your hair to help distract you in small ways 

He wants you to open up to him but won’t force you 

In general, very soft and supportive 

Asmodeus 

His precious MC is having dark thoughts?! We can’t have that, now can we? 

Immediately asks you to tell him everything, because he cares about you so much 

Will back off if he’s being too pushy 

If you don’t want to talk, he’ll ramble about things while playing with your hair

Will talk about anything, especially himself if you need to get your mind off things 

Commence self care. We’re talking baths, manicures, skincare, hairdos, anything to make you feel good about yourself

He’ll repeatedly tell you how sweet and precious you are, and how beautiful you are 

Lots of affirmation :) 

Beelzebub

At first he doesn’t really know what to do

“Want a hug?” 

He’ll hold you while you talk about it 

Or if you don’t talk about it, he’ll talk about his day or his family. He’s not the most talkative all the time but if it helps you, he’ll do anything 

Wants to be holding onto you in some way until you fall asleep 

Holding hands, hand on your leg, on your shoulder, hugging you, arms around your shoulders, etc. 

Even if/when you fall asleep, he’s still holding onto you 

Will share his ice cream with you. And chocolate. Those are foods that are supposed to make people feel better, right? 

Later he asks his brothers how he can better help you

Frequently reminds you how much you mean to him and how much he cares about you 

Belphegor 

“Wanna cuddle?”

He’s not the best at this sort of thing but he tries his best 

He’ll definitely listen if you want to talk about it

Doesn’t have much advice for you, but he’ll sit there and listen to you patiently and carefully 

He tells you he’ll personally fight your bad thoughts and your bad feelings 

If you need a distraction, he’ll tell you embarrassing stories about Lucifer 

He’ll cuddle with you until you fall asleep 

Lets you lay your head against his chest and hug him 

He refuses to fall asleep until he’s sure you’re asleep 

Makes sure you have happy dreams and a peaceful sleep 

[aromantic-misguide-to-romance]

My personal silly headcanon is that Belphie thought he's a master manipulator in original ch.16 happenings because he's been lying to captchas that he's human and thought it'd work again

[queenharumiura]

warning, sender presses a knife against receiver's neck as a warning. ( bel who else )

[Original] ||Accepting|| @dyingresolve

"Oh? Guess I struck a nerve? My bad." Can't take what you dish out, Prince? He'd been getting on her nerves all day and she said one thing and he's already knives out? (Well, she knows what she said was kinda bad, in truth)

"After all the stuff you pulled today, I think you owe me some leniency, Ouji-sama. What's fair is fair." Well, not all royalty have to be fair, right? That's what tyranny was, after all.

"Go on, do it. I hope Vice-commander makes you write a million reports explaining yourself. You're just going to be one less person who puts up with your bullshit and hangs out with you." Don't worry, she'll make sure to get a good punch in before she dies. That she promises. Say goodbye to some of them pearly whites!

[obeydecoded]

Can you trust again?

NOTE: Contains spoiler (Lesson 16). No beta, not proofread. (It's all over the place.) Just a small post, before it tumbles out of my brain. i cant believe this is my first post-- it should be about Solomon but t h o u g h ts I'm pretty sure he wasn't smiling when he said that? But shhh.

"It's not because you're Lilith's descendant that I want to protect you and keep you safe."

Belphie said so with a smile, as if he wanted to let you know his conviction before you could doubt your worth once the reveal of how her blood flow in your veins.

He didn't know that doubt was already there, when he suddenly switched personalities, when the brothers were overjoyed when the news settled in, when Lucifer hugged you, overwhelmed by the fact his wishes were granted.

Maybe because they grieved too long that once they knew Lilith lived a happy life, that you were the living evidence of that life given to her, they could start moving on, never haunted again and again by how they lost her in their back of their mind.

But you were human, a human who died (-murdered) and lived again. A human who clawed through fear and stubborness to touch the heart of the demon brothers, only to have it so easily when your heritage has been exposed by the Demon Prince.

Was it any wonder, that you doubted them?

Belphie didn't need Lilith's room, not when you were here. In your mind, it was because you had her blood, that is why he was not going to use that room his big brother had set up and hidden. Because you were proof enough.

That wasn't enough to erase this nagging thought you were becoming an replacement, that every time they (6 of the brothers) look at you, all they can see is Lilith.

You can't trust what he says. Even with his offer of a pact as a sign of repenting (ironic), giving you the will to have control over him as penance.

How can you trust again, when he smiled like that to you before? A soft smile, honeyed voice, morphing into a murderous intent, laughing giddily, triumphantly when you cried, pleaded, and died in his brother's arms.

If the youngest brother can do that, deceived you, took your life with that same smile, then how can you ever believe them again?

[gethellbcnt-m]

some inspirations for Belphegor that are in no particular order

♦ dr. frank-n-furter ♦ reagan ridley ♦ tadano [ aggretsuko ] ♦ renata glasc ♦ caterpillar [ alice in wonderland ] ♦ fairy godmother [ shrek ] ♦ dr. horrible ♦ ambessa medarda ♦ jack horner ♦ other mother

[coreofgold]

@youllalwaysbemyporcelain for Belphie for a post event starter

"How are you holding up ?" Beel, once again, asked as he put Belphie's breakfast in front of him. When Beel found out, he right away had his brother stay with him until he felt better enough to go home on his own. With that. . .Beel asks every morning how his twin is; Not to kick him out but because he's worried. "Do you want to work out with me ?"

[clavicula-ovis]

𒁍 His Language of Love »

How does he speak to you? He speaks...

   » … With His Words — Leviathan ✦ Satan ✦ Solomon ✦ Barbatos ✦ Mammon ›› It's in the way he talks, the words he shares with you, the notes he leaves for you. Language is his canvas, and he paints in fluid, grand strokes; whether he is singing your praises or murmuring sweet nothings, you know he means every word. Beware if he grows silent and reserved, for that signals discontent — and a sign you are no longer his muse.

   » … With His Gaze — Lucifer ✦ Focalor ✦ Simeon ✦ Beelzebub ›› It's in the way he looks at you; whether watching as you float across the room going about your tasks, observing how your face crinkles when you laugh, or trying to discern what has hurt you, his eyes always return to you at the end of the day. He grows restless if he hasn't seen you, and just your presence near him can melt away his tensions. Beware if he adverts his gaze elsewhere often however, for he may find looking upon you to be a taxing and unpleasant thing to his heart.

   » … With His Touch — Xavier ✦ Diavolo ✦ Simeon ✦ Aamon ✦ Asmodeus ›› It's in the way he craves intimate contact with you; his hands always find their way towards you, his lips yearn to leave little kisses, always wanting to soothe your body and bask in your warmth. Whether it is little cuddling sessions, embracing you close to drive away your fears, or frittering the hours away with passionate making out, he can never have his fill of everything that encompasses you in the physical form. Beware if his hands stay to himself though, for he may have grown cold and wish to devote them to someone else.

   » … With His Gifts — Diavolo ✦ Mammon ✦ Leviathan ✦ Solomon ›› It's in the way he showers you with material goods; you could have uttered a desire for that new set of clothes months ago, or your eyes could have stared at a new magical reagent just a bit too long, but he didn't let that slip his mind. The way your face lights up when he presents his heart in a gift could keep his spirits high for weeks, your reactions always making the hard work to earn that coin worth it. It may seem empty and vain to others, but to him no price is too great to make you happy. Beware if he grows stingy or his gifting becomes rare; he may not place as much value upon you as he once did.

   » … With His Time — Belphegor ✦ Beelzebub ✦ Satan ✦ Focalor ✦ Lucifer ›› It's in the way he values time with you, always wants to indulge in your company, finding comfort in the things he does with you. It could be as simple as a movie date at home with some popcorn to something as profound as long and meaningful conversations as you stroll under the moon's light; it is that shared bond that he values more than anything. Few others will occupy his hours the way you do, and few others will command his attention like you do. Beware if he always seems too busy for you however, for he may have come to regret all that shared time with you.

   » … With His Service — Barbatos ✦ Asmodeus ✦ Xavier ✦ Belphegor ✦ Aamon ›› It's in the way he always helps you; whether it be a task to help ease your burdens to going out of his way to do something for you, he lets his actions speak his love for you in place of his words. You don't even have to ask him much any more, he can just tell from a glance at your body language or the tone you used when he should step in and offer you a pillar to lean on with his help. Seeing the relief wash over you, hearing your relaxed sigh, watching as the dark clouds over you vanish when he had been able to help you is what makes it all worth it. Beware if he seems deaf to your pleas for aid though, for he may have come to believe you are no longer worth the effort.

[melverie]

You guys ever think about the fact that the brothers back in our time are probably handling MC's disappearance well since they already had to deal with Lilith's death, so while it hurts they are already somewhat used to the loss of a loved one and know how to deal with it, meanwhile Satan is tearing himself apart because this is most likely the very first time he has ever lost someone important to him

[marathedemonoverlord]

Guys I love the Karaoke Arc in S3 but just imagine if MC was singing all the brothers would be SO obsessed! Watch when MC sings a love song they're like "Omg it's about me." Or get super emotional when MC sings a break up/sad song like they just feeling man it's Feels City over in Hell with them! Some of them are even crying from it!

I swear tho you're going to have to comfort them after a break up song- They'll seriously think it's about them then sadly stare at MC for hours until told otherwise just like "🥺 ..." the whole time-

Omg someone should write a fic about this it'd be so cute!!

[whiskeysmulti]

[ SHOCK ]  for sender to find receiver covered in blood and delirious. ((ooc: on brand for GokuHaru. Time to give her another heartattack ))

even more injury memes- no longer accepting!

Once again he'd gotten into it with someone he shouldn't have. He'd been beaten, shot, stabbed, before, but this time Gokudera underestimated the other's blood lust. The Varia Storm was out to get him and he was ready to pass out from the blood loss. Vision hazy, he squinted in the direction of a familiar voice before promptly collapsing to the ground. "H-haru?"

Gokudera managed to get her name out before promptly falling over.

[fireworksoverhell]

Hey Charlie, are the other Sins (Bee, Ozzie, Mammon, etc) like aunts and uncles to you?

┏━✦❘༻𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖊༺❘✦━━┓

"Oh! Yeah! For sure! I love my Aunties and Uncles! I still call and keep in touch with them from time to time! Sometimes they ask how Dad is doing since he's kept to himself a lot after the separation. I... Haven't had much to say to them on that front since until recently me and Dad barely talked. But! I like talking to them about other things too!"

[queenharumiura]

[ puzzle ] sender helps receiver solve/put together a puzzle ( bel, but he's smug about it ofc :) )

[Original] ||Accepting|| @dyingresolve

Grumble grumble grumble.

"It's like you're asking to get punched or something. Is your face itchy? Want me to help you?" Someone was being annoying with that smug grin of his.

He was definitely mocking her for struggling to play with this intricate puzzle game thing. She would have figured it out herself-- eventually!

SIGH

"Yeah yeah, Ouji-sama is sooooooooo smart, he's the smartest. We should all bow at his feet. No one can beat Ouji-sama... oh, except for that one time during the arcobaleno representative war, right?"

Fran wasn't the only one who tested their luck, apparently.

[deathinfeathers]

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[devildom-moss]

Signs of Affection (kiss)

Part 2 of this request (Lucifer, Leviathan, Diavolo, Barbatos, and Simeon)

(Mammon x gn!MC) (Satan x gn!MC) (Asmodeus x gn!MC) (Belphegor x gn!MC) (Solomon x gn!MC)

(Suggestive)

Word Count: +4,100 (we aren't going to talk about the size difference between these shorts okay?)

Mammon

“Geez, that sucked. Two hours of silent studyin’ for an F? I got a different F for that guy: a big ‘fuck you,’” Mammon grumbled to himself with his hands folded behind his head as he walked out of his mandatory extra lessons – or rather, they could have been classified as lessons if he had actually learned anything. Instead, Mammon spent the first 5 minutes trying to read one paragraph four times and the next 3 minutes trying to read the following paragraph before he became acutely aware that the supervising professor for today was watching him. He was clearly disappointed and judgmental of Mammon’s ongoing failure to turn the page. For the rest of his lesson, Mammon alternated between daydreaming about you – twisting your image in his head into a variety of different scenarios from innocent dates to the most depraved acts – and counting how many times he could spot the first letter of your name on the page. At least with the latter, it looked like he was reading.

“Mammon! How was delinquent rehab?” you teased him from your spot on the bench outside of the class.

Mammon shrieked and jumped. “W-what the fuck are ya doin’ here?!”

“MAMMON!” The supervisor poked his head out of the door. “Stop yelling in the hall and go home before I decide to keep you for another hour.”

“Sorry, that was my fault, Professor Amy. I startled him.” You stood up and bowed slightly, hoping the astronomy – and somehow, simultaneously, art – professor would go easy on Mammon if you took the heat.

“Oh, it’s you.” You were right to hope; Amy’s tone instantly softened. “If you’re on your way home, please take this loudmouth with you.”

“Who ya callin’ a loudmouth, man?” Mammon growled. You cupped your hand over his mouth; better late than never.

“Yes, I’ll be on my way now. I was just waiting for Mammon to finish his lessons.”

“Does being an idiot pay off after all?” Amy mused aloud – mostly to annoy the muzzled Mammon. “Very well. Be safe on your way home.”

“Alright, thank you, sir.” You smiled at him and began to drag Mammon down the hall. You only uncovered his mouth once the professor had gone back inside, and you were safely out of earshot.

“’Thank you, sir,’” Mammon mocked you. “Fuck was all that? You ain’t fuckin’ that teacher now are ya?”

“No, you pervert. It’s called being polite. You’d probably get in less trouble if you tried it with a few of your professors.”

“What’cha doin’ bein’ all polite to him for, anyway? Guy’s not even a good teacher, and he clearly has a human kink. Just stay away from him.”

“I almost never talk to him outside of our classes.” You rolled your eyes at Mammon. His jealousy had been excessive recently. As a slight punishment, you decided to tease him. “And why do you know so much about human kinks that you can recognize it in someone else?”

“Shuddup. It ain’t like that!”

“Like what?”

“I don’t have a human kink or nothing,” Mammon yelled. His cheeks burned, and he blurted out, “it’s only you.”

“Sorry, what was that?” you teased, biting back your smile.

“I didn’t say shit. Forget it.” Mammon crossed his arms as he picked up his speed just enough to walk ahead of you, hoping to avoid showing you the blush that stained his face.

“Okay, Mammon.” You dropped it, allowing him a bit of his dignity.

You both walked in silence for a minute until, finally, Mammon slowed down and started to walk beside you again. His blush had calmed. He glanced to the side briefly, trying not to draw your attention, but you noticed and smiled at him. Why do ya always look so cute ‘n happy when you’re walkin’ home with me, huh? What gives? Mammon wondered. If something as simple as walking home could make you smile like that, you were going to start charming demons left and right, and Mammon had no intention of sharing any more of you than he had to. That’s why he was so annoyed by you being nice to that professor. Just thinking about the way that demon’s face softened around you was pissing him off.

Suddenly, Mammon remembered what you had said, and his cheeks reignited in a faint blush. Nervous and masking his shyness with aggression, Mammon asked, “Hey, were ya serious about that back there – about just waitin’ for me to get out?”

“Yeah, of course I was.”

“For real? Ya waited two whole hours?”

“For my favorite hole? Yeah.” You smirked.

“Shuddup!” Mammon’s face burned. “Now who’s bein’ a perv?!”

“At least we’re even.” You smiled sweetly, as if you hadn’t just said something so vulgar – on a public street, no less.

Mammon stopped in his tracks, confidence surging in him. You stopped and looked back, confused. He grinned. “Ya must really love the Great Mammon, huh?”

“Sure do,” you readily agreed.

“I knew it!” Mammon pronounced – as if the occasional doubt had never wandered into his head. While he still had the courage to act, Mammon grabbed the sides of your face and quickly placed a kiss on your cheek. He whispered in your ear, “Thanks for bein’ so sweet to me, MC.”

Before you could register what had just happened, Mammon took off running towards the House of Lamentation. He pulled out his phone, skillfully dodging random obstacles and other demons as he appeared to start typing something. Seconds later, your D.D.D. buzzed.

Mammon: First one home gets a real kiss from the loser. Deal?

You laughed and stared down the street, watching as Mammon increased the distance between you. There was no way you were going to catch up to him.

MC: Deal. 💛

Satan

Satan was utterly thrilled when he found out the library had finally received the book that he requested two months ago. He insisted upon checking it out immediately after class, and since you had studying to do anyway, you went along with him.

With his new book acquired, Satan joined you at the small table you had settled into and began to read. However, his attention’s lifespan was uncharacteristically short despite his initial excitement. Satan’s eyes wandered away from the page, drifting up to you. Each time he tried to refocus on the book, his gaze punished him for a failure to indulge himself by lingering on you.

Few things enticed Satan more than you – especially when you got that serious look on your face. He had tried to keep reading too many times to keep track of, and now he couldn’t bear to tear his eyes away from you again. So, he just sat there, watching you read over your notes, recopying the most relevant points on a fresh sheet of paper. You were being so diligent.

One of the awful things about demons is that the alarm bells that go off in your head when you think someone is watching you are stronger and scarier when that someone is a powerful demon – and the fear your innate human senses created under the predatory gaze of a demon like Satan, whose sin was a destructive and devastating wrath, was intense. It sent a shiver up your spine, and when you looked up to find Satan’s eyes locked on your face, you jumped in your seat slightly. He didn’t need to look so hungry.

“Please stop staring, Satan.” You looked away, trying to turn your attention back to your studies.

“You don't want me to stare at you?” Satan got out of his seat across the table and took the spot right next to you. He propped his chin up in his hand and stared at you up close, eyeing you up and down with a smug grin on his face. “I want to. What's the problem?"

“It’s a bit distracting to have your eyes on me.” That was at least mostly true. There was no need to mention he was also turning you on in public. “I’d rather you not just stare at me.”

“Is that all?” Satan laughed. “You don’t want me to just stare? Very well.”

Satan leaned in, slowly shutting his eyes, and kissed your cheek. His warm lips lingered on your skin and his hot breath tickled. You could feel another chill run up your spine when his eyes fluttered back open. Even when he pulled back, his mouth hovered just over your cheek.

Another set of eyes landed on you. From a few aisles away, another library regular was stunned in their spot, mortified to have witnessed the Avatar of Wrath kissing a human in the library – not that they hadn’t seen worse. They gave you an awkward wave before turning and walking in the opposite direction, abandoning the book they had been searching for.

“Satan,” you chided him.

“What?” Satan hummed, inching closer to your ear, and whispered, “Do you still want more?”

“Someone saw.” You felt a bit guilty about it, too. Their embarrassment matched yours; in fact, it may have been even worse. “Why did you kiss me?”

“I wanted to. And who cares if someone saw? What are they going to do about a kiss on the cheek? It’s fine.” Satan placed another kiss on your cheek before returning to whisper seductively in your ear, “Besides, we’ve done worse. Don’t act so shy and innocent now. Do you need a reminder of all the things we’ve done – or perhaps you’d prefer a physical demonstration?”

What did you do to deserve this? You were just trying to study.

Asmodeus

“You weren’t waiting too long for moi, were you?” Asmo rushed to the table that you had grabbed when you arrived. He had a grin on his lips, but that charming smile was a cover for the guilt and anxiety he felt about being fifteen minutes late for your date. He couldn’t figure out which pair of socks to wear to complement his boots and skirt – and in the end, he just ended up pulling on a pair of lace stockings. Usually, Asmo didn’t care if he was a little late, but the idea of leaving you all alone in a demon-infested night café didn’t sit well with him.

“I would have happily waited much longer – especially when you show up, looking this cute.” You smiled at him sweetly, and every inch of Asmo’s body burned.

“Ooh, you little charmer.” Asmo giggled. “Did you order yet?”

“Of course not; I wanted to wait for you.”

“Such an obedient human,” Asmo teased, leaning over the table and resting his chin on his hand. He stared at you affectionately.

“I’ve never been called that in my life.” You laughed, and that only made Asmo happier to have said it.

“Want me to go up and order? Just tell me what you want – other than me, of course.” Asmo got to his feet and waited patiently for you to relay your order. With a smile and a wink, Asmo booped your nose. “Excellent. Now make sure to enjoy the view.”

Before you could question him, Asmo spun around and walked toward the register. Each step was a deliberate effort to draw your attention to his legs and ass. Oh. That view. Asmo was a hopeless flirt, but he was awfully sweet, too. Besides, you couldn’t deny that it was a good view.

Unfortunately, as Asmo returned from placing the order, he was faced with the irritating realization that he was not the only view in the café. He caught a handful of demons leering at you – and one of them appeared to be approaching. Not on Asmo’s expensive, crystal watch. He hurried back to the table just in time to cut off the tall demon, placing his delicate hand over your shoulder possessively. With a haunting smile, Asmo stared them down. He announced – more to the other demon than to you, “I’m back, hun. Did you miss me?”

A shiver ran up the demon’s spine, and their eyes went wide. They weren’t about to square up with Asmodeus over a human – not after all the rumors they had heard about bloodlust being stronger in lust demons than those ruled by wrath. The demon awkwardly tried to escape by blurting out, “enjoy your date.”

The demon scurried away quickly, and you looked up at Asmo just in time for his menacing aura to dissipate. “That was weird, right?”

“Some people just can’t act right around cuties.” Asmo dismissed your worry with a lighthearted laugh.

“So, you get that a lot?”

“Sometimes, but I don’t mean me.” Asmo leaned down to whisper in your ear, “You’re so cute it’s drawing attention.”

“I’m not as cute as you, though.” You smiled. “Now, sit down with me.”

“Actually, I was hoping we could snap a few pictures first. Do you mind?”

“Sure, I guess.” You shrugged and started to stand, but Asmo used his hand that was still resting on your shoulder to push you back down into your seat.

“No need to get up,” Asmo cooed. He took a step back and leaned over your chair so he could get right next to your face and drape his arms over you. “This position is perfect.”

Asmo snapped a few pictures. With each one, he seemed to get closer until his cheek was pressed to yours affectionately. He asked you to make a half heart with your hand and completed it with his own. Then, catching you off guard, Asmo kissed your cheek tenderly, waiting a few seconds before finally snapping a picture. He immediately pulled his phone back and stood up to discreetly examine the photo. The shit-eating grin on his face spoke for itself. He was all too pleased with it.

“What was that?” You scoffed. You probably should have anticipated that level of physical affection from Asmo, but sometimes, he still surprised you.

“Hmm? Isn’t it obvious?” Asmo looked down at you, innocently tilting his head. “I had to mark my territory.”

“What?” Your eyes widened. Sure, Asmo was always teasing you and flirting, but you hadn’t quite expected that answer. Asmo giggled and bent over, getting indecently close to your neck.

“I had to mark you,” he repeated in a low, seductive tone. “Would you rather I leave a hickey on your neck right now instead? I’d be happy to.”

“Just be a good boy and sit down.” You sighed. It wasn’t that embarrassing, but all you could do was imagine Lucifer’s voice scolding you for indulging Asmo too much in public.

“Ooh, I do want to be your good boy. Okay.” Asmo grinned, biting back the urge to call you one of a myriad of unacceptable titles, and returned to his seat across from you. He pulled his phone out and started messing with it. “See, I’m behaving.”

You laughed. Something told you that he was not, in fact, behaving. It only took a few minutes of mindless chatting while he continued tapping away at his phone – a habit you were so accustomed to that it usually didn’t strike you as rude – for your suspicion to be confirmed.

Your D.D.D. buzzed with an alert from Asmo’s Devilgram. He posted the picture of him kissing your cheek with a pink heart emoji covering your face – for the sake of your privacy. That was decent of him. You smiled softly, certain that Asmo was watching you. It already had over 6k likes by the time you scrolled down to read the caption: Ugh. My date is so cute that they’re attracting all sorts of attention. No one else deserves to see that cute face tonight but moi~ What do you think, everyone, should I mark them for myself?  

Asmo was spared a playful lecture when his name was called at the counter. You got up to help him carry the drinks and food back to your table. The barista seemed to be staring at you, but when Asmo put his finger up to his lips, they got flustered and looked away, returning to their work. Covering your face in the picture served another purpose: Asmo was hiding the gloss mark he left on your cheek. You didn’t need to know about it yet.

Belphegor

Belphie was lucky that you had chosen to sit in the back of the lecture hall where he could comfortably lean up against your shoulder and fall asleep without immediate repercussions. At least he was polite enough to nap on the shoulder for your non-dominant hand so you could continue to take notes as you listened to the lecture. Occasionally, you glanced down at his sleeping face; he looked so sweet, peaceful, and adorable.

The clock ticked down the few remaining minutes of the lecture, which was your cue to begin the wake-up process. Although Belphegor seldom cared what his brothers or the professor thought about him using you as a pillow during class, you found that it was easier to just wake him up before the complaints came rolling in. You set your pen down, pet Belphie gently, and whispered his name so that only he would hear you. A soft moan left him, and he nuzzled into your arm before leisurely opening his eyes with a content smile.

“Good morning, MC.” Belphie whispered into your ear.

Reluctantly, Belphegor forced himself upright and away from the warmth of your body just in time for the lecture to be dismissed. The professor and other students gathered their things and collectively made their way towards the doors. You, however, waited on Belphegor to shake off his nap and get to his feet.

“C’mon, MC. Catch up,” Mammon shouted from the front of the class.

“Give us a second,” you replied at a lower volume.

“Man, you two are so slow. I ain’t waitin’ around forever.” Mammon groaned and made his way slowly towards the door.

“He would know slow,” Belphie muttered just loud enough for you to hear as he stood up.

“Belphie,” you chided him, but your tone went ignored.

“Hey, can I borrow your notes later? Maybe we could review together.” There was a soft, sweet neediness in Belphie’s voice.

“Didn’t you catch the lecture in your sleep like you usually do?” Sometimes Belphie’s ability to remember things that happened around him while he was asleep creeped you out. He was like an unassuming monitoring device if he wanted to be.

“Indulge me.” Belphie knocked his shoulder against yours playfully.

“I always do, don’t I?” You sighed. That was the unfortunate effect he had on you: you always found yourself spoiling him, even when he didn’t deserve it – or rather, especially when he didn’t.

You were just about to walk into the hall when Belphie grabbed your hand and pulled you back into the classroom before the others spotted you. He played with your hand, caressing you with his thumbs. His cheeks were stained light pink as his eyes flitted from your hand to your face.

“What’s the matter, Bel?”

Belphie closed the distance between you, springing forward to kiss your cheek. The sudden movement surprised you, but it wasn’t especially shocking; Belphegor had always been physically affectionate. He inched closer, causing his hot breath to ghost over your skin. His lips curved into a precious grin as he whispered in your ear: “Thank you for always spoiling me.”

The honey-sweet tone of Belphie’s voice was undercut by a sharp yell from the corner of the room. “I saw that.”

It was Solomon. He stopped shoving his books into his bag to glare at the back of Belphegor’s head. Unfortunately for Solomon, Belphie wasn’t bothered; he simply rolled his eyes and shrugged.

“Cool shit, bro.” Belphie replied in a condescending tone and lifted his arm up in the air to flip Solomon off. You watched Solomon’s jaw drop slightly as he physically recoiled. Sometimes Solomon forgot how rude Belphegor could be. It was hard not to laugh, but you really shouldn’t encourage his bad behavior by laughing. “Come on, MC. Let’s go.”

Belphie grabbed your arm and dragged you into the hall. He was attached, and he had no intention of letting you go anytime soon. In fact, he planned to stay glued to your side until his desire for your attention was fully satisfied.

Solomon

The warmth of Solomon’s hands as he caressed your cheek was nothing compared to the warmth of his praise and your own pride swelling in your chest. Solomon hummed, “You did such a good job.”

You had successfully used a heating spell on the first try, evidenced by the warmth in Solomon’s previously cold hands. It had been a while since you got a spell that Solomon taught you perfect right away – let alone one that required you to manipulate another person’s body (and you could worry about the ethical dilemma involved with that later). Neither of you had expected you to raise his body temperature at such an ideal rate and stop at the perfect temperature. Of course, Solomon trusted you not to hurt him, but he was impressed by your control. He wanted to test you further.

“Excellent. Let’s try something similar.” Solomon began to search his shelves for the right ingredients. He continued to talk as he scanned, “I want to see if you can cool down an external object with the same level of control. If you can do it, I’ll reward you.”

“Bring it on,” you accepted. Solomon offered you plenty of praise when you did well, but he so rarely gave you an actual reward for your work. It was exciting to imagine what you could earn. Maybe he would teach you a cool, secret spell or give you a magical item. But more motivating than a reward was the idea of making Solomon proud.

“That’s my apprentice – so eager,” he mused, grabbing a bottle of glowing red liquid.

“Oh, but no home cooking as a reward,” you added, sparing your future self from potential suffering.

Solomon whipped his head around with a pout before returning to his search. He found a beaker and brought everything to his desk. By then, the pout had reshaped itself into a smirk. “I didn’t have cooking in mind when I offered you a reward, so it looks like we have a deal.”

Solomon poured plain water and the glowing red liquid into the beaker. They failed to mix. You asked, “What do I have to do?”

It was simple – or at least that was what Solomon said. All you had to do was cool the contents of the container between 32 to 36 degrees below the freezing point of water. If the red substance dipped under 36 degrees below the freezing point of water, it would become unstable. If you failed, the ice and glass would break open. Solomon didn’t tell you anything about the red substance or what “unstable” meant for it. All you knew was that you had a four-degree margin of error.

“And you’re sure it’s safe?”

“I wouldn’t put my favorite apprentice in danger for a game, would I?”

With that reassurance, you focused your magic into the beaker. As the water slowly solidified, the red liquid became concentrated at the center until it was encased in ice. You just had to keep lowering it until something felt right. You stopped and nodded. Solomon inspected the beaker.

“A beautiful job,” Solomon praised you.

“Really? What did I do though?”

“I’ll tell you once the ice melts,” Solomon waved off your curiosity. “For now, it’s time for your reward. Close your eyes.”

You did as he instructed and listened to him moving about the room. His presence got closer until you could feel his warmth. He placed a soft kiss on your cheek, causing your eyes to shoot open and your face to burn. Solomon chuckled at your response.

“I could feel your cheeks getting warm. Did I embarrass you?”

“No. I was just surprised.”

“Really?” Solomon leaned in and kissed your cheek again. “I don’t know. Your face burns under my lips.”

“You’re a terrible teacher,” you retorted. That wasn’t what you were expecting, of course he flustered you.

“Oh? That can’t possibly be true. My adorable apprentice seems to be doing quite well,” Solomon laughed, all too pleased with his successful attempt to tease you. “You learn so quickly. Should we try something even harder? Think you can handle it?”

There was a seductive tint to his words, and you narrowed your eyes at Solomon. “Same shady reward system? Pass.”

“Nope,” Solomon leaned close, trying to entice you. How were you just now noticing how sweet he smelled? Was he wearing perfume or cologne today? You didn’t have time to linger on the thought. Solomon dropped his voice, and through a wicked smirk, he added, “even shadier. If you succeed, I’ll do whatever you ask for a full day.”

“And if I fail?” you asked cautiously.

“I get to punish you.”

(gift version - Beelzebub, Thirteen, Raphael, Mephistopheles)

A/N: These ones got really flirty. . . oh well. Uhm, leave me nice comments or something. I don't know. I feel like I'm forgetting to say something. . .