#Obey Me x reader

[zephyrchama]

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(Obey Me! mini fic. Contains suggestive content but is overall SFW)

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“How are my brothers doing?”

Lucifer’s voice sounded a little grainy over the phone. He must have been far away, or something somewhere was causing magical interference to the connection. It was nice that he had time to call and check in on things.

“Everything’s great,” you confided. Things had been really calm in his absence and you felt confident the house would still be standing by the time he returned home. “We just finished watching a movie. Belphegor fell asleep midway through, of course. Everyone else-”

“Hey…” Asmodeus interrupted, leaning into your shoulder and putting his cheek against yours. His voice sounded extra raunchy. “I told you, if you keep touching me like that…”

”Asmo, I’m on the phone.”

“You’re going to make me… Hnngh…” He dug an obnoxious smile into your shoulder while continuing to make questionable noises.

You were about to apologize to Lucifer, but a yell from the other room made you jump. Asmodeus tried to repress a giggle as Satan’s voice rang out, loud and clear, “Oh no! I just knocked over Lucifer’s cursed record collection!”

You hadn’t heard any crashes, nothing to indicate property damage had occurred. Thankfully, Satan’s good conscious wanted to keep you out of real trouble more than he wanted to torment Lucifer. That didn’t prevent him from sarcastically lamenting, “wow! I accidentally stepped on a bunch and crushed them even more! That sucks. Oh well.”

A deep inhale, and a deep exhale. You remained calm. They were messing around.

The chewing noises that had been a constant all evening were suddenly gone. You cast a suspicious glance at Beelzebub on the next couch over.

“We’re out of food,” he complained. The fridge had been filled to bursting that morning and there were two half-full bags of chips still in his lap. Belphegor lay face-down next to his twin with an open container of demonic chip dip balanced on his back.

“Don’t worry! Yer big bro’ll take care of everythin’! How many roasted griffon do you want delivered? Ten? Or should we go full catering?”

Mammon, back from his bathroom break, was fast on the uptake when it came to causing mischief. He wasted no time in flaunting money he didn’t have while Beelzebub decided now was a good time to eat those chips. Mammon made sure to stand right behind you so his voice would carry into the receiver. “I’m always takin’ good care of my little bros, aren’t I? Lucifer oughta put me in charge next time.”

Somebody snorted. You weaseled an arm out from under Asmodeus to rub your forehead. “Come on, guys.”

“Mammon, where did you find Lucifer’s backup credit card? I thought that was for emergencies only!” Leviathan cupped his hands around his mouth to amplify his voice. All the while, Satan kept shouting, “oops! Broke that, too!” and Asmodeus carried on with his lewd noises.

You held your mouth as close to the phone as possible, helplessly trying to block out the idiots. “You trust me, right?”

“Of course. I’m glad you’re taking care of things, everyone sounds like they’re having fun.” Rather than mad, Lucifer sounded amused. There was a fondness in his voice. “Though, if the house is truly in dire straights, I have no choice but to come straight home without stopping for souvenirs. Be sure to convey that for me.”

You were happy to announce, “Lucifer’s not getting you guys any souvenirs if you keep it up.”

The tomfoolery stopped immediately.

“Whuh?” “No way!” “Does that include picking up dinner?” “My limited edition goods!” “He can’t do that!”

The cacophony of complaints almost caused you to miss the grainy voice over the phone. It said, “I don’t like being away from you for this long. I’ll need you to give a one-on-one report of everything that happened as soon as I get back. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

There was a click, and the line went silent. You set the phone aside. The previously energetic gang looked anxious knowing that their big brother could be upset, even though they brought this upon themselves. Satan carried in a disc, in mint condition, muttering about how he found the sequel and will put it on.

“He’s still going to get us gifts, right?” Leviathan asked. You shrugged.

[om-rambles]

"Asmodeus hates being kissed on the face," was a fact that got shared to you early on your visit to the Devildom. It was a shocking one at that, the Avatar of Lust? Doesn't like being kissed on the face? The look of shock on your face prompted the brother to explain that it was because he hated having his beautiful makeup ruined, that he'd simply have no time left in the world if he had to reapply makeup every time someone wanted to kiss him. Plus, he would add, kisses on the lips were far more fun.

Asmodeus, in reality, hated being kissed on the face because it felt too domestic, too loving, too unreachable. It was a secret he would take to his grave, hidden beneath carefully woven lies, because the truth would be far too vulnerable. There was no one who could love the real him, so he'd settle for the physical intimacy that sex had brought, but refuse to indulge in the emotional connection that was associated with soft kisses being peppered on his face. The tender moments that could be shared between true lovers was simply not meant for him, and the quicker he pushed it away the easier it would be to accept. He'd simply stick to having random demons worship his body in other ways. Ways that'd more quickly- but not sufficiently- fill the gaping void in his chest yearning for love. He was the Avatar of Lust, and that's all he'd ever be. And he was okay with that, happy even.

...until you came along.

[bluewolfangel01]

*End of a long day, classes are over*

Beel and Belphie: *ready to go home*

Mc: *looks very tired and is laying their head on the desk*

Belphie: "Mc, class is over, we can go now"

Mc: "Yeah, I know Belphie. Just... give me a minute."

Belphie: *looks at Beel*

Beel: *nobs, swiftly picks up Mc and begins to carry them on his back*

Mc: "W-wha?! Beel! I said I could walk if I was just given a minute!"

Beel: "It's fine, I like holding you."

Mc: *slightly stunned and also tired*

Beel: *begins to walk while carrying Mc*

Belphie: *walks along side Beel*

Belphie: "Also means we'll get back faster, which means more time to nap before dinner."

Mc: *sighs* "Alright. You win."

Mc: *closes their eyes, wraps their arms around Beel's neck, and let's their body go slack*

Mc: "you win"

Beel and Belphie: *look at each other and smile*

[deluxdollie]

The entire Obey me fandom moved on from the vampire event that happened a while back (you can unlock it in lonely devil.

Here are some highlights from it since I can’t include the whole scene.

[squeakyducky]

Solomon is really old right? He's so old that he doesn't even remember his own age. He's probably even alive during the medieval period, do you think he gets accused of witchcraft or sorcery before lmao

How does he get out of that??

[froggibus]

Scenting - Beelzebub

Pairing: Beelzebub x reader (no pronouns are used, but reader has a pussy)

Genre: smut/NSFW

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: when you come to school smelling like another man, Beel strives to change that

CW: scent kink, scenting, marking, possessive Beel, size difference, Beel carries you, oral, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, some dirty talk

omg! this was supposed to be posted on the 30th but schoolwork got the best of me. this fic was in collaboration with @ficsforgaza's kinktober event! thank you for being so patient ^^

The scent of pumpkin and vanilla nearly knocks Beel out of his chair when you sit down next to him. He scrunches the nose, sniffing the air around you. The aroma is unmistakably yours—but there’s something else beneath it, too. Something warmer, something sweeter.

He frowns, sucking in a breath and leaning back in his chair.

“Good morning,” you hum.

“Morning.”

Beel can’t help but glance around the room, squinting at anyone that so much as looks your way. Surely he’s not the only one that smells it, surely he’s not the only one that’s turned on by it.

His frown only deepens when he sees the way you’re being looked at—when he sees the glazed over eyes of the demons around him. He shifts closer to you, clamping a protective hand over the back of your chair.

Not his human. Not today.

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Beel barely manages to make it through the class. His pants have gotten uncomfortably tight and his nostrils burn with your delectable scent. He’s more than grateful when you wave goodbye to him and gather your books, shuffling out the door to your next class.

Even after you’ve retreated down the halls, the smell lingers. It’s like a taunt, beckoning him closer and closer to something he can’t have.

Beel lets himself take a few breaths, digging his calloused fingers into the meat of his thighs. He can do this. Only a few more classes—all of which you’re not even in. 

But you still linger in the corner of his mind through all of his classes. The way you looked, the way you smelled, the way the others were looking at you. It’s all too much.

Beel’s leg shakes, a sour taste in his mouth as he watches the clock above the door. Just a few more minutes and he can go home. Just a few more minutes and he can see you again and reassure himself.

And then the bell rings and he’s springing to his feet, practically barrelling down the halls to where your locker is. He leans against it as casually as he can, broad shoulders resting against cold metal, and waits for you.

He smells you before he sees you, the dizzying aroma almost sending him to his knees. He watches as you skip towards him, a wide smile on your face and a hand raised in greeting.

You beam at him, “hey!” 

Beel nods as nonchalantly as he can, sliding away from your locker to give you access. You’re so close to him that he can feel your warmth, savoring your scent and—he frowns.

He looks you up and down, examining every inch of your skin and RAD uniform. He sniffs again, brows furrowing. There, buried beneath your vanilla pumpkin heaven, is something new. Something unfamiliar. Something wrong. 

He freezes when you rest a hand on his shoulder. “Everything okay?” You ask.

He clears his throat, subconsciously puffing out his chest. “Yeah. Fine, yeah. How were your classes?”

You close your locker, slinging your bag over your shoulder and starting the walk back to the House of Lamentation. You excitedly tell him about your day, going into detail about all of the things that happened while Beel nods along.

Guilt grasps him. Usually he loves listening to you talk about your day, chiming in with random little questions to keep you talking. But he can’t focus today—not when you look so pretty and you smell so good and some other demon’s scent is all over you.

Anger bubbles in his chest everytime he catches a hint of it. It’s him that you should smell like right now. His scent should be the one surrounding you, scaring away those scummy lesser demons. The thoughts burrow into his skull, spinning around until he’s trapped in a nauseating cycle.

He’s snapped out of his thoughts when you brush a hand down his arm. He flinches away from your touch, violet eyes baring down on you.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

You’re standing in front of the door to the House of Lamentation looking at him with vulnerable eyes. You can tell something’s up—you’ve been able to tell since you sat down next to him this morning. You’re not stupid, after all. 

He looks over his shoulder as if he expects someone to be listening in. “Whose scent is that?”

Your mouth falls open. “What?”

“That smell,” his tone gets stronger as he goes on, “whose is it? It’s all over you.”

You raise an arm, sniffing yourself. You cock your head at him in confusion. “Do you mean my deodorant? Or my body spray?”

He swallows hard and shakes his head. He finds himself wishing he hadn’t said anything, that he’d ignored it and gone to his room and jerked off until the thought of you melted away. Because now you’re looking at him expectantly as if this is something he can just explain. 

“No, just—” He shakes his head, “nevermind.”

Beel moves past you, muttering something to himself and throwing open the door. You follow after him, brows still knit together in confusion. You’ve never seen him like this—all frustrated and high strung.

You grab him before you can even think about it. Your fingers wrap around his wrist, clutching and tugging him back towards you. His head whips around, eyes wide and confused as they focus on you.

“What are you doing?”

“You seem upset,” you murmur.

Beel’s eyes stay locked on yours and he doesn’t bother to move your hand off of his. The rise and fall of his chest grows faster with each passing second, each breath a torturous inhale of that unfamiliar scent. 

Your voice shakes when you speak again, confusion and embarrassment coiling in your stomach. “I want to help you. Let me help you.”

You’re not sure who initiates it but suddenly you’re pressed tight against him, lips pressed against his. His arms are tight on your body, holding you to him like he’s afraid you’ll leave at any minute.

You reach around his shoulders, hands clawing at the fabric of his jacket while your lips move against his. Each shallow, gasping breath only leads to more kissing, more intensity. 

He inhales you with every passing second, only driving his desperation further. He crouches down, hands sliding down your body as he does, and then he’s tossing you over his shoulder.

You squeal at your world turning upside down, your legs hanging limply down his chest. He hoists you up with one arm, his warm hand on the small of your back as he carries you up the stairs to his room. 

Anticipation sets your nerves on fire, an unbearable heat coursing through your body. Nerves bubble up like soda pop in your tummy when his door comes into view.

His grip on you only tightens as he kicks his door open and slams it behind you, dropping you on the bed in front of him. You land in his pile of blankets and pillows with a squeak, scurrying back towards his headboard. 

He crawls up the bed towards you, crouching between your legs. “Still wanna help?” He rasps.

You bite your lip and nod, your knees lazily falling to either side to give him more access. 

He rubs a hand up and down your thigh, getting closer and closer to the waistband of your pants with every stroke. You let your eyes flutter close, focused only on the feeling of his touch.

His fingers lock into the hem of your pants and then he’s tugging them down, your underwear coming down with them. As soon as your pussy hits the cold air, you gasp, trying to close your legs.

Beel catches your thighs, throwing them over his shoulders so he can stuff his face between them. He inhales, eyes flicking up to meet yours, “damn, you smell so fucking good.”

You look away shyly, your legs shaking in anticipation. Soft breaths roll over your sensitive core, each one sending shivers down your spine.

Beel stays poised between your legs, breathing in that hot, sweet scent of your dripping cunt laid out in front of him. You smell so sweet, so pure—so his. And yet, that other bitter demonic smell still lingers in the air. He’ll have to change that.

A moan escapes you when he spits on your pussy, rubbing it in with his index finger. He traces circles up and down your slit, collecting the slick that pools onto his sheets and bringing it up to his mouth to taste. 

And then he’s diving into your pussy headfirst, lips locking around your clit. His hair tickles the sides of your thighs, orange strands bobbing with each moment. You reach out and tangle your fingers in his hair, using it to tug him further into you.

The pressure only drives him to keep going. His tongue circles around your entrance, a finger sliding inside of you with ease. The sudden fullness has your eyes rolling back, thighs clenching around his face. He continues to pump in and out of you, teeth gently grazing against your swollen clit.

You cry out for him, pulling on his hair so hard that it leaves his scalp tingling. He doesn’t care, though. All he cares about are your thighs shaking around his shoulders and the way your pussy is drooling on his tongue.

“So fucking good,” he moans. “So fucking mine.”

Tears build up in your lashes, a white hot knot forming in your stomach. Through your wet eyes, you can barely make out the sight of Beel’s face shoved between your legs, his hips grinding into the mattress in desperation. He lets out a soft whine into your pussy, and that’s all it takes to send you over the edge. 

You cum so hard your vision goes blurry. Your thighs shake, clenching and unclenching around his face as you ride out your high. He keeps his tongue lined up at your entrance, greedily drinking up your juices.

You’re panting when you come to, your head spinning from the pleasure. Beel pulls his face away from your pussy, blinking at your disheveled form on his mattress.

He smirks at you, mouth glistening with your juices. “Think you can keep going, sweetheart?”

“Y-yeah,” you say weakly.

He smiles at you, quickly discarding his jeans on the floor. His boxers are stained dark from precum, his cock bulging through the fabric. You reach out, fingers gently brushing the outline of it.

He tugs down his boxers, letting his cock swing free. It’s almost painfully hard and drenched in pre, his whole length glistening in desperation.

You pull your knees up to your chest, letting him situate himself between your legs. His tip grazes your entrance, just barely brushing against you. 

“Please.” You whine, “put it in.”

You hardly have any time to react before he’s pushing his cock inside of you, his thick tip stretching you in a way that has your eyes rolling back. You gather a fistful of his sheets, fingers curling around them to ground yourself. Each inch of his cock is a stretch, driving him deeper and deeper until you can feel him everywhere.

Beel’s teeth graze the side of your neck, his hips stilling inside of you to give you a minute to adjust. He leaves marks in his wake, making his way from your neck, to your jaw, and finally, your lips.

His kisses are wet and sloppy and desperate, leaving both of you panting and dizzy. And then he starts thrusting and you come undone beneath him. Whimpers and whines and the sounds of skin on skin fill the room, Beel’s hips snapping violently against yours with each thrust.

With each kiss, with each thrust, his scent washes over you—covering the scent that had marked you before. The sudden change only spurs him further, his motions getting more and more desperate.

“Smell so nice,” he groans, “gonna make you smell like me. Gonna make sure all these demons know who you belong to.”

You babble in acknowledgement, your head spinning from the delicious way his cock fills you up. Each thrust drives you closer and closer to the edge, his filthy words only adding onto the pleasure. 

“Gonna fill this pussy up so everyone can smell my cum inside you.”

Your muscles spasm, your pussy clenches and suddenly you’re coming undone once more. You reach for his shoulders, tugging him down on top of you while you unravel. 

Beel keeps going, getting closer and closer to his own high. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He pants, “if everyone knew how good you are for me. If everyone knew I claimed you like this.”

You manage a soft little ‘yes’ and that’s all it takes to have him cumming inside of you, hot ropes of cum filling you up. He drives his hips as deep as possible, bottoming out so he doesn’t waste a single drop.

He stays inside of you even after he finishes, his sweaty body caging yours beneath him. 

“Are you gonna move?” You say.

He considers it for a moment, inhaling the scent of your skin. He frowns—you don’t smell enough like him. At least, not yet. But a few more rounds should change that.

(if you like content like this, likes, comments & rbs are greatly appreciated! ^^)

[aventurineswife]

Under the mistletoe with all the obey me brothers? 🤭

Love, Laughter, and Mistletoe

Tags: Lucifer x Reader, Mammon x Reader, Leviathan x Reader, Satan x Reader, Asmodeus x Reader, Beelzebub x Reader, Belphegor x Reader, Obey Me Brothers x Reader (seperately), Mistletoe Moment, Holiday Special, Early Christmas Fluff, Romantic Moments, Surprise Kisses, Soft Side.

A/N: WHY AM I SUDDENLY GETTING OBEY ME REQUESTS OUT OF NOWHERE?! NOT COMPLAINING BUT JUST CURIOUS!! 😭😭

Lucifer

The atmosphere in the room was warm and festive, the smell of cinnamon and pine filling the air. The sound of cheerful laughter and soft music played in the background. As you looked up, your eyes caught the faint glow of mistletoe hanging above you and Lucifer.

His sharp eyes noticed the same thing at the same time, his posture straightening as he crossed his arms with a smirk.

"Well," Lucifer began, his tone cool but with a hint of amusement, "it seems the situation requires a formality, doesn’t it?"

You blinked, surprised. "What do you mean?"

"Just this once," he murmured, stepping forward, closing the small distance between you. His lips brushed your cheek for a brief, almost imperceptible moment, and his voice lowered. "Consider it a necessary gesture of goodwill. Don’t get used to it."

As quickly as he had come, he was gone, leaving you with a fluttering heart and a faint blush. It was rare for him to break his stern demeanor, but somehow, under the mistletoe, he had made an exception.

Mammon

"Wait, wait, hold up!" Mammon's voice echoed through the room as he stared up at the mistletoe with wide eyes. "You mean... we both have to stand under it?"

You were barely able to stifle a laugh as Mammon's usual confidence seemed to waver for a moment. "Yeah," you teased, stepping forward. "It’s tradition."

"I—well, then—uh..." Mammon stammered, his cheeks turning pink. "Guess it can’t be helped... M-Merry Christmas, human!" Without another word, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a quick, clumsy kiss on the cheek. "That’s what you wanted, right?"

You grinned. "It was perfect."

He puffed out his chest, trying to recover. "Of course it was! I’m the Great Mammon, after all! You’re lucky to get a kiss from me!"

Leviathan

You nearly bumped into Leviathan as you walked under the mistletoe, both of you pausing for a beat as your eyes met. The air seemed to freeze for a second, and then Levi's face flushed bright red.

"U-uh, well," he stammered, his fingers gripping his controller tighter. "I-it’s just like in those anime, right? A moment like this... should we... should we...?"

Before you could respond, he suddenly leaned forward, kissing your forehead in a shy, quick gesture. "T-That’s what they do, right? O-Only in the good romance arcs...!" He immediately hid behind his game console, muttering to himself in embarrassment.

Satan

The mistletoe hung above the two of you, and Satan's lips quirked into a knowing smile. "This seems like a situation that calls for some... poetic justice." he said, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

"Poetic justice?" you repeated.

He tilted his head thoughtfully. "Yes. A kiss beneath the mistletoe could be an elegant display of mutual respect."

Before you could react, he leaned in, his lips brushing yours in a gentle, deliberate kiss. "There," he said softly, stepping back with a smirk. "Perfect."

You blinked, slightly stunned, but he only smiled more. "I always appreciate the beauty in things, especially when they’re as well-placed as this."

Asmodeus

The second you walked into the room, Asmodeus spotted the mistletoe above you both. His eyes lit up with delight. "Oh! What a wonderful excuse for a kiss, darling!" He practically purred.

You didn't even have time to respond before he was pulling you close, hands sliding to your waist, his lips capturing yours in a deep, lingering kiss. "Mwah! What do you think? Was it enough to melt your heart?" he teased, pulling away with a wink and a dramatic flip of his hair.

You were still in a daze, but he simply gave you an exaggerated pout. "Ah, don’t worry. I’ll be sure to leave a bigger impression next time."

Beelzebub

Beel noticed the mistletoe overhead just as you walked past, and he blinked, confused. "Is this... some kind of tradition?"

You smiled, shrugging. "Looks like it. It’s a Christmas thing."

Without much hesitation, Beel smiled and leaned down, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. "It’s not a big deal. I’m just happy to spend the holiday with you." His warm hands rested gently on your shoulders, and you could feel the sincerity in his words.

"Thanks, Beel," you said, your heart swelling with affection. "This is perfect."

Belphegor

As you looked up at the mistletoe, you couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Belphegor, on the other hand, had already noticed and was lounging on the couch, eyes half-lidded.

"Ugh, another one of those holiday customs..." he sighed dramatically, not bothering to move from his comfy spot.

You rolled your eyes. "Well, come on, it's tradition. You have to—"

Before you could finish, Belphegor lazily reached out, pulling you down beside him. "Fine, fine," he muttered, catching you off guard as he kissed you, his lips soft and unhurried. "Merry Christmas, MC."

You couldn't help but chuckle as he lay back down, closing his eyes again. "I’ll do it... because it’s Christmas." he mumbled, his tone still sleepy, though there was a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

This is my second time writing it again because Tumblr didn't save it the first time 😋 sorry if the characters are bit ooc, i honestly need to study their characters more

[koolades-world]

Could you do one where mc if about to fall and the OBM boys is promising to catch them so mc threatens if they fall and die that their ghost will eat his most prized possession.

hi! haha sure thing

enjoy <3

Mc threatens to haunt the brothers if they drop them

Lucifer

is a little weirded out by this proclamation

he doesn't quite understand what you just said

but he just knows he isn't going to drop you

so hopefully he won't have to worry about that, right?

Mammon

he'll quickly catch you

and then grill you about what the heck you just said

humans are so odd

but he just has to double check that that can't actually happen, because his heart couldn't handle that

Levi

he absolutely cannot have you eating his prized possession

not the limited edition ruri figurine!

not that he wasn't already determined to catch you

but he's now laser focused. you're not falling on his watch!

Satan

he doesn't think much of what you said

even if you did become a ghost, he knows that what you claim is impossible

leave it up to him to debunk you

but that doesn't mean he's dropping you. that wasn't an option for even a second

Asmo

he might fake cry about it a little bit

but he knows you probably don't mean that

you know him too well to threaten something like that

besides, how would you react to him telling you his prized possession was much too large to eat?

Beel

will catch you, no questions asked

you probably had a reason for saying that

and he isn't about to dig into why

you know best haha

Belphie

he might be the one to question you afterwards

if you harp on it, you might start to see that reality in your dreams

wait, isn't this supposed to be his nightmare?

he is one confusing demon

[chocodaniii]

᱖˙｡ꔫBEELZEBUB HEADCANONS

᱖˙｡ꔫbeelzebub x implied girly! reader

᱖˙｡ꔫtw: fluff!! (very short read!)

᱖˙｡ꔫ Beelzlebub is so sweet, he will let you try out your new make up on him and we'll let you do his make up and doesn't care if his brothers see it on him but it's not much of a possibility due to him staying in your room so much but he does snack while you put the makeup on him but he really tries not too.

᱖˙｡ꔫ He loves to go shopping with you and he loves to pay for you even though he doesn't have a lot and mostly asks Lucifer for it or steaks what mammon stole from Lucifer but he loves to see you try on your new dress or a new top you got! but stops at the food court 7 times to get food.

᱖˙｡ꔫ Since beel gets hungry a lot for no reason, so you always keep snacks just for him in your room so he can have them when he's in your room:)

᱖˙｡ꔫ At first pda was a was a very rare thing even though he's so touchy and that's because he was scared to have accidentally hurt you because of the size difference between humans and demons even in or even in private he was weary of touch but once you told him it was okay that he wouldn't hurt you he got very lovey dovey with it, so now in public he's attached to you at the hip for attention and in private too!

᱖˙｡ꔫ His favorite thing to do with you is take you to all different restaurants in devildom! but he also loves just taking you out on a little park date, nothing to fancy:)

᱖˙｡ꔫ Overall he's just a precious and sweet boy like how can you not love him!!

-CHOCODANIII (2024 november 7th)

[fandoms-x-reader]

Baby Daddies

Requested Anonymously

Headcannons

Summary: How would the Seven Demons Brothers be as fathers to babies. The Seven Demon Brothers x (Suggested Fem!) Reader A/N: They/Them pronouns but mentions of MC being pregnant

Lucifer is actually very good at raising babies.

He’ll blame it on the fact that he had tons of practice with raising his brothers.

But, anyone could see that he just had really good paternal instincts.

It will be a little bit of a challenge, to have a child with Lucifer.

He had so many responsibilities as Diavolo’s right-hand man; and, even though Diavolo never forced Lucifer to work, you knew those responsibilities were important to him.

So, you end up watching your baby most of the time while he spends long days working.

If it’s stuff he can do in his study, Lucifer will happily ask you to stay in the room with him.

He’ll play with your baby in between doing his paperwork and when it comes to a point where he could take a break, he immediately scoops your baby into his arms.

He’ll walk around the office, holding your baby and you have to stifle a laugh at some of the things that come out of mouth ~ it is definitely out of character for Lucifer.

He’ll walk towards you and place a gentle kiss on your forehead before reluctantly giving you the baby back, knowing he has to get back to work.

You don’t mind that Lucifer is busy because, in the moments that you do get with him, he always makes sure to show both of you how much he loves and cares about you.

Though, he tries to hide it in front of his brothers, not wanting them to see how vulnerable he was around the two of you. 

He knew they were just waiting for the chance to use it against him, especially Satan and Belphie.

Mammon is totally clueless when you have a child.

On the inside, he is ecstatic, and no matter what he claims to others, he’s always wanted a child of his own.

But, on the outside, he’s a mess. He doesn’t know the first place to start.

Mammon ended up buying every baby item on Akuzon thinking that the only way to ensure a baby would survive is if they had everything they could ever possibly need.

You had to bite back a laugh when the two of you came home to the House of Lamentation and saw Lucifer standing in the middle of the living room, baby items covering every inch of the room while he was fuming, holding the bill from Akuzon.

After promising Lucifer you would handle it, you had to sit Mammon down and have a very long talk with him where you answered every question he had about parenthood.

After that day, Mammon ended up stepping up to the plate.

He was a great father and always found a way to make both you and your child laugh.

However, you did have to stop him several times from using your baby as a pawn in a get-rich-quick scheme.

He thought they were adorable enough to fool anyone and that they would be able to make anyone bend to their will. 

And if you thought he was overprotective of you, think again. Because he will be ten times worse with your child.

He’ll refuse to let it out of his sight for even a second unless you’re there and he’ll even be wary of his brothers holding your baby.

It’s definitely over the top, but you know that it’s coming from a place of love.

Levi is in a full-blown panic mode when he finds out that you’re pregnant.

Then, after talking to him about it, he calms down and is excited to have a baby with you.

But when you actually give birth and he realizes the baby is here, he goes into full-blown panic mode again.

It’s not that Levi is clueless, he’s just unsure of himself and ends up being awkward around the baby.

He’s scared to do anything with the baby without you, afraid he’ll mess it up.

But after you help him get more comfortable around the baby, he’ll relax into the job.

Levi will have so much fun showing your child all of his favorite animes and teaching them how to play games.

You’ve never seen Levi more proud than the day that your baby pushed a button on his control and ended up killing the boss that Levi was fighting.

Levi paraded them around the House of Lamentation and told every single person he saw about how your child was going to be a gaming prodigy.

You would have thought that Lucifer and Levi switched sins.

Satan was as studious as ever when it came to yours and his child.

He wanted to know absolutely everything he could.

He would know every possible illness the baby could get and every remedy for it.

He would study the best kind of diapers, the most comfortable cribs, the most appealing and educational toys.

Basically, if it is related to your baby, Satan would be an expert on the topic.

But despite doing all the research to make sure your baby was at one hundred percent satisfaction, you had a hard time getting Satan to hold your baby.

Every time you asked him to, he brushed it off or passed the duty along to one of his brothers.

You were starting to feel afraid that Satan didn’t want to hold your baby so you brought it up to him and that’s when he explained his fears of hurting your child.

He was the Avatar of Wrath and he was afraid that if something set him off while he was holding your baby, he would end up injuring them.

You managed to finally convince Satan to hold the baby and you sat with him the whole time.

When you placed the baby in his arms, Satan immediately knew that he would never be able to hurt the little one in his arms.

From that moment on, Satan would refuse to let go ~ even when you need him to.

He ends up being a really amazing father.

There will never be a day that goes by that Asmo doesn’t spoil your child rotten.

Your baby has to have the best of everything and Asmo won’t settle for anything less.

Asmo spent so long perfecting every detail of his bedroom, and he doesn’t spend any less time on the nursery.

He is an absolute perfectionist when it comes to the colors used in the room and what items are placed in it.

Your baby will also be the best-dressed baby in all three worlds. And if Asmo can’t find a suitable outfit for a particular night, he will make it himself.

It wouldn’t be the first time Asmo has made clothing, but you notice that he is much more satisfied with making clothes for your child than for himself or Majolish.

Your child will also be posted all over Asmo’s social media pages and they’ll have fans before they even know what that means.

But, you knew that everything Asmo did was because he was so proud of yours and his child. He just wanted to show the world how your love for each created something so perfect.

When Asmo puts the baby to sleep, he’ll sing it a lullaby, his idol voice ringing out through the House of Lamentation and you’ll notice the look of adoration in Asmo’s eyes as he holds the baby, rocking it gently.

There isn’t anything Asmo wouldn’t give to make sure both you and your baby are always happy.

Beel is the closest to what a normal human father would be like.

The only thing that Beel wants is for his family to be happy and healthy.

And he’ll do everything in his power to ensure both of you are happy.

Beel will shamelessly play with your child in front of everyone.

He doesn’t care in the slightest if he looks vulnerable or silly because it’s totally worth it to him to hear your baby laugh ~ or you for that matter.

Beel has so much fun feeding your child too. Food is one of Beel’s favorite things and he’s so happy when he can share it with his child.

You have to watch him carefully though to make sure he doesn’t try and sneak the baby food that it can’t eat yet.

Beel always looks like a guilty puppy when you have to stop him from sneaking the child a large piece of his meal. 

At the end of the night, Beel will hold the baby close to him in one arm and hold you close to him in his other arm.

Luckily, he’s big enough that you can both easily fit.

This is Beel’s happy place ~ the two of you cuddled into him as he held onto you tightly.

As the child grows, Beel would definitely encourage them to play a sport and then would coach their team.

Belphie will try to act normal around your baby, but he’s actually very overprotective of it.

He refused to let anyone besides you and Beel hold them even though you promised him it was fine.

Belphie will be reluctant to let the baby do anything, not wanting it to get hurt. 

You could see how much love Belphie had for them because whenever Belphie was napping, he would have your baby tucked into his arms, the two sleeping peacefully.

Belphie would always make sure your child had pleasant dreams and if they were in pain from teething he would gently put them to sleep to try and help relieve the pain.

Eventually, you explain to Belphie that the baby can’t just sleep all of the time and that they need mental stimulation so that they can actually grow intellectually.

Belphie doesn’t like the idea of losing his cuddle buddy, but he would never do anything to harm your child so he agrees.

The baby ends up changing Belphie’s life for the better in the sense that Belphie doesn’t want to part from them so he ends up spending more time going out and about instead of sleeping as well.

Of course, Belphie always includes you. Just because he was obsessed with yours and his child, it didn’t mean he was any less obsessed with you.

He couldn’t imagine his life without either one of you. 

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Lucifer looked down at you sleeping in his arms, tracing the lines and features of your face with his eyes. Oh my stars... he couldn't believe how much he loved you.

It was a late night, he had stayed up doing paperwork, and all the meanwhile you had laid alone in his bed. The exhaustion would eventually begin to settle in, and he would drag himself off his desk to meander into his room. As he approached his bed, he'd recognize the shape of your figure under the covers and slowly curl in next to your warmth. He was tired, but he couldn't sleep, not when he had the most beautiful sight in front of him. He'd press a soft kiss to your forehead before pulling back and watching you in pure adoration.

You stirred slightly in your sleep, and as Lucifer shushed you back into your deep slumber, he realized just how smitten he was. He had already been through hell- literally. He'd fought a war, and lost his sister, only to fall from a high-ranking angel to the right-hand demon of the Devildom's prince. But as you slept, unconsciously tightening your grip on him, Lucifer would hold you close and mumble his final thoughts before drifting off to sleep himself. How he'd go through it all- the pain, the heartbreak, the fear- over and over, just to be able to hold you in his arms like this for the rest of his life.

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the cutest ever

Mc tends to accidently falls asleep around the HoL after an exhausting day, like on the couch in the living room or library. Now the question is what do the brothers do if they stumble upon said sleeping Mc?

Lucifer

He'll pick up and carry Mc somewhere else, away from any interruptions that the other brothers might (will definitely) bring

His room is the most ideal place for that since his brothers don't enter his room

He'll lay Mc down on his bed and admire them and their peaceful face for a minute or two

Depending on how much work he has to do, he'll either stay and cuddle or he'll sadly have to leave to return to his work

Mammon

He'll also pick up Mc and take them to his room

Difference is he'll stay and cuddle with them, with him being the big spoon most of the time

His human deserves only the best and most relaxing sleep of all, which of course means that he has to cuddle with them to protect them from nightmares or in case his brothers trying to pester them

Theres no other solution

Levithan

Sadly he won't pick up Mc and take them to his room

Instead he'll go get one of his extra cozy merch blankets to drape onto Mc so that they don't get cold

He might even get one of his pillows to place under Mc's head too

He might feel like he's not able to do much or anything for Mc sometimes, nevertheless he'll try to help Mc have a decent nap as best he can

Satan

First, he's going to make sure he has a book, if he doesn't, he goes to get one then comes back

After that, he'll carefully move Mc so he can lay down on the couch too and then lays them on top of him

He likes feeling Mc softly breathing against him while he reads

Sometimes he'll move them to his room if he doesn't feel social enough that day but still wants quality Mc cuddle time

Asmodeus

Pictures, he's going to take just a few all the pictures of Mc's cute sleeping face

Maybe experiment with some nail design ideas that he has (Mc knows he does this and allows it)

If Mc is still sleeping, he might sit on the couch, move their head to lay on his lap, and brush their hair

It's rare that he naps with, but if he does, he lays on top of Mc and hugs them like a giant teddy bear

Beelzebub

He'd lay down and put Mc on top of him

However, he wouldn't be able to do so for long since he'll start to get hungry quick and will have to get up again

The solution? Carry around Mc in his arms or on his back, similar to what he does with Belphie

He'll even put his jacket on Mc so they don't get cold

If he comes across Belphie while carrying Mc, it's Attic Sandwhich cuddle time

Belphegor

Immediately will lay on top of Mc

Will hug his cow print pillow in one arm and has his other arm wrapped around Mc

Doesn't bother with bringing a blanket, he makes a great heat source all on his own

If Mc is having a dream, he's going to make sure they dont have any bad ones

He knows Mc is exhausted and wants to make sure they get as much rest as they need to feel better again

[mrmeowski]

🔞˚✦𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟔: 𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 | 𝐁𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐳𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐛✦˚🔞

Synopsis: You and Beel were assigned to cook in the kitchen. So you decided prepare a special treat for the brothers and the residents of the Purgatory Hall. Started as an innocent gesture quickly took a turn for the unexpected when an accident occurred. His hunger for sweets would turn to something more.

CW: Nipple sucking, counter sex, biting, rough sex, oral, hair pulling, overstimulation

Pairing/s: Beelzebub x M.Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Day 5: Praise Kink | Asmodeus»

It was a honest mistake, one that could have happened to anyone. Moments ago, you and Beel were having a great time baking together, laughing and chatting as you created adorable animal-shaped cookies.

But as you carried the batter, your feet seemed to have a mind of their own, and you slipped, landing on your bum with a thud.

"Fuck—" You cursed as you hit the pavement, the wind knocked out of you.

And before you could even process what had just happened, a heavy thump hit your chest, covering you in a mess of batter.

"[Name]!" He called out, rushing to your side with a look of worry etched on his face. "A-Are you okay?" He asked, his voice laced with concern.

You sat up, looking down at your messy state, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Y-Yeah... I'm fine." You replied, trying to brush off the batter. "Sorry about the batter..." You trailed off, expecting him to be mad or upset.

But instead of anger, he was just silent, staring at you with an intensity that made you feel a bit uneasy. You glanced up at him, worried that perhaps he was mad, but his expression was not what you expected.

"Beel?" You called out, trying to break the silence, and it seemed to do the trick, snapping him out of his trance-like state.

"A-Ah.. it's alright, we can make some again!" He smiled cheerily, ruffling your hair, but there was a glint in his amethyst eyes that you couldn't quite put your finger on. 

As you stood up, helping yourself with the countertops, you turned to him with a smile.

"Well, give me a few mins, I need to change—"

"Change?" He asked, his voice laced with a hint of disappointment.

You nodded, expecting him to understand the reason behind your need to change.

"Yeah, can't be wearing this while baking," you said, cracking a grin, but it quickly faltered as you noticed the look in his eyes.

"But... it's such a waste!" He exclaimed, his finger getting closer to your chest.

You instinctively backed away, chuckling nervously, "Well, we can't just scrape it off my clothes right? So..." You shrugged, trying to play it off.

"I'm here," he said simply, his voice nonchalant. You felt blood rush to your cheeks as you realized what he was implying. No, he couldn't mean that. Perhaps you'd just give him some clothes and—

"I could lick it off," he added as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

You stood there, wide-eyed, unsure of how to react. How could he just say that so... normally?

Had you always looked this delicious? He wondered to himself. Well, he had always found you delicious, but not this much. It makes his heart beat wildly and his cock throbbing hard. Your figure alone makes him drool, but with how the batter's glued onto your skin, it was the cherry on top.

"Beel?" You called out again, trying to snap him out of his trance-like state.

But instead of responding, he simply pinned you against the counter, his head buried in the crook of your neck.

"Beel!" You gasped.

His mouth was on your skin, licking the spilled batter off, his teeth occasionally brushing against your neck, and his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

As he pushed you further into the counter, forcing you to sit on top of it, you felt something else between your thighs, something hard and pressing. His crotch was brushing against yours, his hardening erection evident even through the thick fabric of his pants.

Your breath hitched as you felt a rush of arousal, heart pounding in your ribcage.

As his eyes locked onto yours, you saw a glimmer of excitement and a hint of a grin spreading across his face. He began to travel down your body, his gaze now fixed on your chest.

His teeth grazed against the thin fabric of your apron and blouse, stopping when his lips felt the remaining batter that coincidentally lay atop of your nipple. You felt a jolt of electricity run through your body as his lips made contact with your skin, and you couldn't help but moan in response.

"W-Wait—" You managed to stammer out, your hand involuntarily grasping a fistful of his messy pumpkin-shaded locks of hair.

You were so sensitive, and this was the first time anything like this had happened. You knew sooner or later one of the brothers would lose control, and it seemed that Beelzebub was the first to succumb to his desires.

As he toyed with your nipple using his tongue soaking the thin fragments of your clothes, you could feel his hands wrapping around your waist, his fingers digging into your garments almost ripping them.

He muttered against your chest, "You taste so good..." His head continued to move further down your body, his lips and tongue tracing the curves of your skin until he was above your stomach.

As his fingers dug deeper into your clothes, ripping the sides of your blouse and apron.

"M'sorry [Name]... need more of you." But it was clear that he was beyond caring about your clothes at this point.

His eyes were fixed on the bowl of remaining batter, and his stomach was growling with hunger. He threw the ripped clothes aside like they were trash, and his hands reached for the bowl.

"Such a waste..." He growled, his voice low and husky. "You wouldn't mind would you, hm..?" He whispered, his head still resting on the crook of your neck.

You eyed the bowl of batter, and your brows knitted together in confusion.

"W-What do you mean?" You asked.

His eyes locked onto yours then he smiled, his teeth glinting in the light.

"I just... want to devour you." His hands reached for the bowl of batter, and he dipped his fingers into it, scooping out a generous amount. He raised his hand, and you saw that he was covered in batter, his fingers dripping with it.

Without warning, he smeared the batter all over your chest and stomach, covering you in a layer of the sticky substance.

As the cold batter hit your sensitive skin, you hissed in shock, your body tensing up in response to the sudden sensation.

"B-Beel! People could see us here—" You moaned, trying to protest, but your words when his teeth sank into you.

It was clear that Beelzebub was in no hurry to let you finish. He was savoring every moment, every sensation, and he didn't want you to come just yet. Not when he hadn't even felt your insides.

His hands slowly travelling down your pants and pulling them down before stopping right above the knees. You could only gasp for air, bitting your lips as he exposed your skin to the warm air.

He reached for the batter again, smearing it all over your thighs, and then, to your surprise, on the tip of your cock making you squirm.

As soon as he was finished, he knelt down whilst his mouth closed around your cock, his lips and tongue working together to send you into a world of pleasure.

His tongue danced around your cock with and his hands gripped your thighs lightly, holding you in place. You tried to stifle the moans that were building up inside you by covering your mouth with your hands, but it was no use.

Your toes curled up inside your shoes as the pleasure became almost too much to bear. Tears began to prickle at the corners of your eyes as his pace quickened, his mouth moving up and down your cock with a fervor.

"Beeeeel..." You moaned, the sound muffled by your hands.

Finally, you couldn't take it anymore, and you felt yourself cumming in his mouth. He swallowed every last drop, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he pulled back and looked up at you.

"You taste so good..." He licked his lips, a mix of batter and your cum staining his tounge "N-Need more." With that, he stood up and began to take off his pants, the sound of his belt buckle hitting the floor making you jump.

You watched in a daze as he revealed his own cock, long and thick, and you couldn't help but wonder if it could even fit inside of you. He began to take off his own shirt, freeing his chiseled body. You felt like you were gazing at the body of some ancient Greek God.

"M'going to fill you up," he said, his voice low and menacing, sending shivers down your spine. "Goin' to make you feel so good..." He swiftly inserted himself into you, his cock sliding into your tight ass causing him to groan for how tight and warm it was.

The pain caught you off guard as your body struggled to adjust to his length, and you couldn't help but cry out as he began to pound into you roughly.

"Ah, Beel... it h-hurts," you moaned, your voice barely audible.

As if you weren't overstimulated enough, he leaned down, tongue tracing the curves of your body, licking off the batter from earlier. His actions also maed your sensitive cock grind against his stomach as he continued to move his hips.

He growled against your flushed chest, "Ah, [Name] s-sorry... just need more..." He bit down on your pecks, gaining a loud moan from you.

"Oh f-fuuuck..." You closed your eyes, your body trembling with pleasure.

You couldn't hold your moans any longer, nor did you care if someone heard or saw the two of you. Consequences later. It felt too good being unraveled by The Avatar of Gluttony to even beg him to stop.

He fastened his pace, getting closer to his climax, he became more aggressive, eating your body and leaving bite marks and hickeys everywhere.

After what seemed like hours of being rachised by him you felt the warm, slick cum shooting deep into your ass. You couldn't help but cum as well, painting his pecks with your own. Honestly, you felt like you were going to pass out any moment.

"I love you, [Name]..."

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Day 7: Morning Sex | Belphegor» [WIP]

[mitsua]

An eternity without you

Warnings: reader's dead, depression symptoms, nostalgia

Genre: heavy angst Series: Obey me! SWD?

Words' count: 0.29k Pairing: Simeon × GN! MC

"When you forget about me..."

"I'll never forget about you".

"You have to move on, please".

Simeon's cheeks were filled with tears once more as he sat next to your grave in the human world.

It's already gotten dirty and the writings were almost illegible. "MC, a loved one in all three realms", Simeon utters by memory—there's no need of reading when he's visited that graveyard so many times.

It's been a little more than one hundred years since you've been gone, it's been hell for Simeon ever since.

You told him to forget about you, he told you he'll never do it, you told him to move on from you, how could he do it? You've been the most caring and mesmerizing soul to ever interest on him. He loved you, he loves you to this day.

He can't and has already made a promise to himself to never forget about you, even if the ones around him ever do. He can't fail to remember everytime he laughs—which is rare by now—when he used to laugh with you about some funny thing the brothers had done or when you went out on dates together—he saw you enjoy yourself to the fullest.

How could he ever ignore the past he had with you?

His head in the clouds all the time, on certain occasions, not even Luke can bring him out of it.

He's attached so hard to the memories of you—to never feel disappointed on not remembering everything about you—that he's been missing out his life for longer than the days he ever spent with you.

Because you might have met for a few years, but he won't forget you for an eternity.

All writings' rights reserved © 2024 Mitsua. (Credit to the respective owners of the pictures and tagged anime character.) ⌇ my navigation!

[aventurineswife]

hcs for a chubby!reader dating both beel and belphie?

Beel and Belphie with a Chubby!Reader Hcs

Tags: Beelzebub x Reader x Belphegor, Poly Relationship, Fluff, Comfort, Body Positivity, Headcanons, Soft Moments, Chubby!Reader, Affectionate Beel, Caring Belphie.

A/N: It's been awhile since I've last seen anything of obey me, so this is just out of memory!

Both Beel and Belphie adore you just the way you are (🫶). Beel is especially vocal about how much he loves your curves. He’ll frequently shower you with compliments like “You’re perfect just the way you are, MC.” while hugging you from behind or snacking on his favorite food. Belphie, while quieter, shows his appreciation by curling up next to you during naps, letting his head rest comfortably on your lap. You’ll often catch him looking at you with a fond smile when he thinks you’re not paying attention.

Beel loves to spoon with you, his muscular form pressed against your back as he enjoys the warmth and comfort you provide. He’s big on physical affection, so he’s always trying to pull you into his lap or hug you tightly. Belphie, on the other hand, is a master of the lazy cuddle. He’s happy just lying next to you, using your belly as his pillow, and occasionally complaining about the lack of proper napping spots. He’ll sigh contentedly, muttering something like, "This is the best pillow ever." as he drifts into sleep.

Food is a big part of your relationship with Beel. He’ll literally offer you the last piece of pizza or snacks and make sure you’re well-fed at all times. He sees food as a bonding experience, and you two will often be found sharing large meals together. Belphie, while less obsessed with food, enjoys watching you and Beel stuff yourselves while he lazily munches on a snack. He secretly finds the way you both enjoy food together cute, even if he acts indifferent.

Belphie and you are often found lounging around, indulging in your favorite activities—watching movies, playing video games, or simply napping. Beel will sometimes join in, though he prefers a bit more activity, so you’ll catch him getting excited about taking you both on a walk or to the gym to do something physically challenging (but still in a loving, non-intense way). Belphie will roll his eyes at Beel’s enthusiasm but secretly loves having the two of you around to keep him company during his naps.

Beel is the type to support you no matter what, especially if you have any insecurities about your body. He’ll make sure you always know how beautiful you are to him, constantly reassuring you that he finds you perfect in every way. Belphie, while more quiet about it, will often catch you off guard with subtle compliments like “Stop worrying about your weight. I like the way you are.” He may act indifferent, but he’s always protecting you from anyone who dares make negative comments, even if it means throwing a punch or two.

While Beel is generally respectful, he has a playful side, and his teasing often centers around how much you eat. He might jokingly ask, "Are you going to eat all that?" when you’re having a big meal, but it’s always said with love. Belphie, being more cynical, might make fun of Beel's excessive food obsession, but it’s clear he loves seeing how happy you both get when you're eating together. He’ll even grab some snacks and sit with you, occasionally scoffing with a grin, "Don’t eat it all, I need some too."

The dynamic between Beel and Belphie is balanced when it comes to caring for you. Beel is always there to offer you love, attention, and endless snacks, while Belphie brings a level of calm, making sure you’re at ease when you're feeling tired or overwhelmed. You can always count on Beel for a fun and high-energy day out, while Belphie is there to wind down the day with a peaceful nap and comfort.

Beel's presence in the kitchen is always a sight to behold, especially when he’s cooking for you. He’ll make sure your favorite meal is ready and won’t hesitate to spoil you. Belphie, who’s not exactly known for his culinary skills, prefers to observe and relax while you and Beel take the lead. He’ll tease you about “overindulging” but secretly appreciates your hearty appetite.

When you're feeling down, Beel will shower you with affection, hugs, and your favorite food to cheer you up. He’s incredibly empathetic, knowing just how to comfort you when you're feeling vulnerable. Belphie might not outwardly express concern, but you’ll find him subtly caring for you in his own way, whether it’s by making sure you're tucked in for a nap or keeping you company in silence, his presence offering reassurance.

Beel and Belphie understand your struggles with body image, and they’ll help you overcome those feelings. Beel will always affirm that your body is something he loves, while Belphie will occasionally give you moments of clarity with his dry wit, saying things like, "You’re fine the way you are. Not everyone’s meant to look like Lucifer, you know?" Both brothers have a way of making you feel loved and special in their own, unique styles.

[koolades-world]

hiii i absolutely LOVE your writing! could i ask for the demon bros + Solomon with MC, that has anger issues (or something along the lines)? thank you in advance and have a great day!

hi! so glad you enjoy my silly writingssss

i just looked, and i did do something like this, but it was just with four characters. so, i hope you don't mind that i didn't include them. this post can be found here!

enjoy <3

Mc with anger issues p.2

Mammon

he might not understand what you might be feeling, but he wants nothing more than to help you

whatever helps you best, he'd like you to let him know

you can always talk to him, and he always make sure to carry around anything you might need with him

however, no matter what, he discourages you from unhealthy outlets such as the ones he partakes in. he wants you to find something that both works for you, and is better for you

Levi

he finds it best to channel his strong emotions into a game of some kind

for you, he recommends a game that you can't lose and get to destroy things. he also thinks horror games could do you well because of how sucked in you get while playing

as cheesy and stupid as it might sound, letting it all out is good. bottling things up doesn't work

if you ever need, you're welcome in his room to decompress

Asmo

he wants to do whatever he can to help you out!

he lets you in on his favorite way to get his anger all out: a rage room! he would love to go with you someday

but, he also understands that it's not sustainable so he helps you out in your day to day life as well

from a relaxing spa day, to meditation, he wants to find the best option for you

Belphie

he did and still does have a bit of an anger problem himself that you saw first hand

so, after the two of you get on better terms, he introduces you to star gazing

he knows it isn't much, but he wants to try his best for you. he finds it very soothing to relax and find the constellations

the two of you make it a nightly event to star gaze before bed

Solomon

he gifts you several magical items to help you out that he hopes will come in handy

this includes plenty of potions, enchanted items. as well as just generally nice smelling items. why, you might ask? he just thought you'd like nice smelling things haha

every time you see him, it feels like he has a new trick for you to try out

if you ever need to rant, or just talk in general, he's all ears