#beel label

[asexual-levia-tan]

using the pic of the map from this post

can we assume this is a bathroom. because if that guest room is the mc's room i'm concerned at the lack of a labeled bathroom

[strawberry-cowmilk]

stealing stuff from the brothers' closets

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

content warnings: none

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Lucifer

imagine opening his gigantic closet and all there is are 3 shirts, 2 pairs of pants, 3 blazers or whatever, a whole box full of gloves, another whole box full of socks, 2 pairs of shoes and one scarf (the cheapest item is 200 grimm too)

anyways he allows you to steal some of his stuff as long as you do not let his brothers see you with it at any cost

lucifer thinks you look adorable wrapped up in his 800 grimm scarf but he'd never tell you (you can tell)

Mammon

mammon doesn't mind you stealing stuff from him, he even tries to get you to take his stuff

he's like 'look mc I got this cool hat' and then places it on your head and when you try to give it back he refuses to accept it

mammon does have a good wide range of clothes and accessories you can steal unlike lucifer

and everything he owns is either from a devildom designer brand or the devildom version of walmart

Leviathan

he almost passes away

not that he minds you wearing his stuff (he actually thinks it's cute, even if it's his limited edition expensive tsl stuff) but he was not ready for the jumpscare of actually seeing you with his things

eventually he gets used to it though and his closet becomes free rein for you and only you

sometimes when he's shopping for new clothes on akuzon he's debating on whether or not to buy the same shirt for you too

Satan

first of all opening his closet is a whole risk because nobody can guarantee you won't expose yourself to the worst sweaters known to man

also like his room, his closet is a mess too

and sometimes when you steal something from him, satan can't even tell you got it from his closet because it's such a mess in there and he wears just the same 3 shirts anyways

but he doesn't mind you taking his stuff as long as you don't damage anything (he won't get mad at you if you do though)

Asmodeus

you are free to steal anything from him, and he is free to steal anything from you

asmo loves it when he sees you wearing something of his

but do not damage anything or it will upset him (asmo can be scary when he's mad but he forgives you after 4 seconds so don't worry)

at some point he gets a whole shelf for his closet and he uses it to store clothes he bought for you, so you can find them next time you burrow something

it's literally labeled 'the mc shelf'

Beelzebub

the least ancient thing in his closet was bought 5 years ago

but if you want to steal his stuff, he'd definitely let you, he thinks it makes you two get closer to each other

beel would even let you keep anything you'd pick if you really love it

sometimes he even just leaves the item in your room

some stuff in his closet is originally owned by belphie because these twins share everything

Belphegor

half of his stuff consists of soft gowns and other sleep-related stuff, and he wears almost 0 of them, they're just sitting there in his closet

and he absolutely loves it when you steal his fluffy things because it looks cute and he can cuddle up to you and sleep

belphie lets you keep anything he never or rarely wore

if you frequently check his closet out, belphie will sometimes burrow something from beel and put it on one of his shelves to see if you notice (belphie also buys clothes once per blue moon)

[lou-struck]

Three Heads, Three Costumes

Lucifer x reader

Flufftober Day 3: Pet Costumes

WC: 1.4k

~ You were supposed to go shopping for your own Halloween Costume but got carried away and ended up making Lucifer's whole month.

Lucifer is exhausted. The haunting melody of one of his favorite records does little to destress him as he sits hunched over his dark mahogany desk, completely engrossed in the expense report for the upcoming RAD Halloween party. Each charge on the ledger seems to deepen the crease between his dark eyebrows. 

No matter how many times he looks lit over, he cannot understand why Asmodeus spent 36,000 Grimm just on Mirrors for what he has labeled as aesthetic purposes. 

He sighs deeply and runs his hand through his hair. Of course, he trusts his brother, but he worries that the fifth-born may be letting the power of being on the party planning committee go to his head.

After staring down at these documents for so long, the demon feels a headache brewing behind his tired eyes. Even when he glances away, he can still see the numbers from the ledger ingrained in his blurred vision.

"You look like you could use a break," a soft voice says from the doorway. He has to blink a few times to remove the numbers from your figure, but simply seeing you eases his mind tremendously. 

"Ah Mc. How did the costume shopping go?" he asks as you pad across the room over to his seat and wrap your arms around the demon, which melts under your loving touch.

"I didn't quite make it there," you say with a strange little chuckle. Lucifer looks up at your face, and he knows you are hiding something from him. 

"But you were gone all afternoon; how did you not manage to buy anything?" he presses, shooting you a knowing smirk. 

"I never said I didn't get anything, just nothing for me." You say, your excitement bursting at the seams as you let go of the demon and pull his chair out from his desk. "Come see what I got."

Your eagerness is contagious and Lucifer finds himself on his own two feet, following you out the door, a loving smile on his face as he wonders what he has gotten himself into.

~

You had wanted to go costume shopping today, you really did. 

But as you were walking to the little boutique Asmodeus told you about, you passed the pet store advertising new seasonal pet treats and you just had to go in and get a few special biscuits for Cerberus has been such a good boy lately. 

You filled your basket with more treats than even Beel could eat in one sitting. You realized that the store didn't just carry pet food and seasonal treats; they also had a huge section of enchanted pet costumes designed to fit whatever pet the owner has. 

You immediately discarded your basket and grabbed a cart instead.

As you descend down into the underground tomb where your sweet, three-headed, fire-breathing hellhound resides. You hope that Lucifer doesn't bring up how much Grimm you have spent today…

"Well, I hope you aren't bringing me down here to share a Cask of Amontillado with me," Lucifer chuckles, following behind you. 

"Nope, not today," you pant, forgetting how many freaking stairs you have to climb to get down here. You pant and are so thankful you used a spell to whisk your many, many shopping bags down all these stairs just moments after you got home. "I got a little something for Cerberus."

"I see," the demon says amusedly, not sounding out of breath at all. "Whatever it is, I hope it doesn't spoil his dinner."

"What kind of dog parent would I be if I don't spoil him a bit," you huff, reaching the bottom of the steps and glancing back at him with a smile.

His lips curl into a smirk as he stops on the last step, towering over your form. "Are you implying that the two of us are a married couple?" 

"For now," you say playfully, looking up at the handsome demon, "but if you don't play your cards right, I'll take the dog when we split." He laughs as you walk over to your pile of shopping bags next to a long stone bench. 

"Did you really get all of this for the dog?" he asks, eyeing your purchases. Of course, you weren't gonna be able to hide anything from him; he's been dealing with Mammon's spending habits for years. 

"I had to," you say quickly. You look around for Cerberus, but he must be off wandering the tunnels, which means that you'll have to do the first part of your pet store haul without him. This may be for the best because you know there is no way in Diavolo you will get that dog to try on all the costumes you bought him. "Have a seat, and I'll show you what I got."

"What's in the bags?" he asks, sliding onto the bench next to you. 

"Costumes," you say, holding up the first bag, "I thought he should get to dress up for Halloween, too."

"You bought costumes… for my Hellhound…" he says slowly, trying to process your strange request. 

"One costume for each head, actually," you say, reaching into the bag filled to the brim with treats and crinkling the packaging; the faint sound travels through the room, alerting the puppy to your presence. 

From one of the tunnels, Cerberus emerges; his sleek fur shines in the light of the enchanted torches as he rushes towards you, his three tongues out and tail wagging up a storm as he slides across the stone to side obediently in front of you. 

"Hey babyyyy," you squeal, rushing up to him and petting the giant hellhound; his tail thumps the ground so much, you feel the vibrations in your feet, but you don't mind at all. "I got you something." you step back and reach into the treat bag, pulling out three pumpkin-shaped dog treats that are supposed to help with digestion. You toss one into each one of his mouths as his six eyes sparkle. 

"You spoil him, MC," Lucifer says, walking up and scratching under his pet's large chin. "Just how many treats did you buy?"

"Only this bag," you say, trying to look as innocent as you can. But you can tell that despite the demon's obvious soft spot for you, he isn't falling for it.

"Okay, fine, like three bags." You say, cracking under the pressure of his knowing gaze. "But I had to. How else are we  going to get him to try on all the costumes I bought him?"

The damn breaks and Lucifer's low laughter fills the room; the look of loving joy on his face makes him look far more lively, almost angelic. You find yourself unable to look away from him. "What am I going to do with you, human?"

"Help me?"

He pulls off his cape and sets it on the bench behind him. "Alright then, where do we start?"

~

Cerberus has had quite the afternoon, being dressed by you and Lucifer. So far, your favorite demonic pupper has had its heads dressed up as doctors…

Sailors, Superheroes, Lions, Tigers, Bears, and more.

And every time he sits still, he gets showered with treats and friendly scratches.

"Alright, Cerberus… you are doing so good. Just sit still for just a little longer," you grunt, trying to secure the last feathered hat on the Hellhound heads. Lucifer gives him another treat as a bribe, and he stills once again.

His dinner is definitely spoiled now.

Sliding down his back, you step back to admire your handiwork. So far, the Three Musketeers costume you picked out is the best yet. The large hats and bright blue doublets around their necks make them look absolutely adorable.

"What do you think of this one, Lucifer?" you ask, looking over at The Avatar of Pride, who looks much happier picking out Halloween costumes for his pet than wasting his day away in his study. 

"I like this costume more than the last," he says, sparing a glance at the charred pile that used to be the bumble bee costumes on the floor next to him. Cerberus certainly has his own opinions when it comes to the outfits you pick out. "But I still think we can do better; what else did you buy?"

"Let's see," you walk over to your now-smaller pile of costumes and go through them carefully. "I have the alien, the astronaut, and the moon set."

"Interesting…" he says, "Cerberus would look rather fetching with the little alien headband. What else do we have?"

His little pun brings a smile to your face as you grab the next few bags, holding them up to the light, "How long do you have?"

Tagging: @pixelcafe-network @ambiguouslady42

[married-to-google-translater]

I remember that, when I first tried Obey Me, Lucifer, Satan, and Levi were all the ones that struck me as maybe-possibly-trustworthy. So can I ask about them with a reader who’s an anxious, paranoid mess about being a squishy human in Devildom and keeps hiding behind them? Like, might-not-even-notice-getting-kidnapped labels of clinginess, and thinking the demon in question is the one (1) safe spot.

Yandere Lucifer

It wouldn't be difficult to see who would be the oldest and most responsible of the brothers.

Because of these qualities, you saw Lucifer as the safest of all.

And you wanted to spend all the time you could with him.

Being a human in the midst of demons would be really stressful.

Lucifer would enjoy this.

This would boost his pride.

Because yes you are right.

Devildom is a dangerous place.

Lucifer would make you a schedule to match his.

That way you could often be "safe" near him.

Only with him are you safe.

Lucifer would often tell you that the only way to be completely safe is to listen to him.

So when he wants to decide your affairs you don't oppose him.

You soon realize that Lucifer decides everything.

From your schedules to what you eat

And if you ever stood up to him?

Well Lucifer has ways of keeping you under control.

After all, he is the strongest of all…

And if you are afraid of a normal demon, he would certainly be more dangerous ;3

Yandere satan

Satan would be really strong.

And most Devildom's demons already know that you shouldn't mess with him.

Because of this, he would feel safer than everyone else.

At first, Satan would not show much interest in you.

But he would let you be near him.

At least he was your first choice.

And not cursed Lucifer.

This would also be the main reason why he falls in love with you in the end.

Which would be your curse in a way.

Satan should spend time with you.

Because he would be the one to protect you.

And because he would start to have feelings for you.

Satan would also try to be much calmer around you.

Because he wouldn't want to scare you.

But it would indeed be difficult.

It would be likely that you will see Satan angry at some point.

Which would really scare you.

This would lead to you trying to distance yourself from him.

Which is too bad because Satan won't let that happen.

Satan certainly wouldn't lose you.

He would become much gentler and promise it wouldn't happen again…

Do you believe him?

Yandere Leviathan

Leviathan would love this.

He really would.

You two have the same interests.

Because of this, you immediately perceive Leviathan as the safest.

And you would really cling to him.

Most of your time will be spent in Leviathan's room.

Leviathan certainly wouldn't complain.

Now he wouldn't have to come up with creative excuses to keep you there.

Leviathan enjoys when you make everything easier for him.

Leviathan doesn't really help your fears.

Instead, he would strengthen them…

Mainly by telling stories of what could happen if you touched Beel pudding or pissed off Satan.

It really doesn't help matters.

However, Leviathan forgets to tell about him in anger. He is your "best" friend.

And would have promised to protect you from everything.

If you grew braver…

Well.

Let's just say that Leviathan can arrange a situation where you are in danger.

And "by chance" he will save you then.

That would be enough to make you stay with him.

Right?

[koolades-world]

If it’s not too much, have a request for the demon brothers with an autistic MC who makes up their own inside jokes that don’t make sense to other people but make them start giggling no matter the situation, social cues fly way over their head and if the social cue is obvious (like holding out a hand for a handshake) it takes like a few awkward seconds for them to remember what to do, is sensitive and overwhelmed by loud noises like crowds and yelling, and startled by sudden touch but still is okay with touch.

And the MC has major social anxiety (because of the lack of getting social cues and also sensitivity to loud sounds)

I haven’t seen anyone do one like this so if you could do it that would be amazing

Please and thank you 🙏 🩷🩷🩷

hi! of course!

i was unsure exactly how to label this request, so i hope you didn't mind that I just went with autistic mc!

enjoy <3

Autistic Mc

Lucifer

as dadcifer, of course he has everything you'll need for an outing in his seemingly endless bag

noise cancelling headphones? check. your favorite stim toys? check. your comfort snack? check

he always makes sure you're ready before you leave for anything

it's his job to make you feel welcome, and he's making sure he really steps up to the position

Mammon

he knows he can be a bit much, including being too loud

just let him know if he is! he'll apologize in an instant

everytime he does that, he put some money in a jar

then, he'll give you that money and take you on a date as an every bigger sorry

Levi

the two of you can hang out in his room all day, every day

neither of you are a fan of social interactions

if you ever get sick of interacting with each other too, you'll just both start to do your own thing while still sitting next to each other haha

he doesn't take it personally since he has a tendency to do that too

Satan

he's another brother that's more than happy to sit at home with you

since that's both of your ideal nights, that's your major bonding time

he's very happy to see you come out of your shell to him

he slowly falls for you more and more every day

Asmo

he's more than willing to do all the social stuff for you

he's outgoing enough for the both of you

while he still does party, and enjoys it, he now spends more nights with you at home <3

spending time with his favorite person is more important that a party

Beel

will always ask and make sure if it's alright for him to hug you!

even though you're alright with it, he doesn't want to startle you

he also doesn't take you not wanting to head to restaurants or go to his games personally

he always brings back food for you, and will give you a play by play of the game so much so that it felt like you were actually there

Belphie

he's a huge cuddler but he would hold back for you

if you don't mind, he'll make sure not to make sudden movements and warn you beforehand

he has a great pair of noise cancelling headphones that he usually saves for napping at parties

but if you ever need them, you just need to say the word

[sulumuns-dootah]

If you don’t mind will you do with WHB kings with Mc who could sing not inappropriately but talented one (idk what its called and sorry if i’m bad at this) that could sing really good

WHB kings w/ MC who is a good singer

⟡ Masterlist ⟡

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I can imagine Satan just sitting cross-legged on the ground with his chin resting on his palms, looking up at you with eager eyes while you sing

He's like a little kid ^^

Despite preferring rock and metal, doesn't care about the genre when it comes to your singing

On the days he's not doing well, he'll ask you to sing him something so he can feel something (in a good way)

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Mammon loves your singing

And if you ever want to start making money, just let him know!

He'll have the Tartaros record label on the phone in seconds

Also the echo in all those large and near-empty rooms of his palace make your voice sound so much more etheral

Like that one woman who was making videos of herself singing in stairwells and empty parking lots

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At first, Levi is jealous af of your voice and talent

Then, once he overcomes that, you're not allowed to sing for anyone else than him

And preferable in some space where nobody else can hear you

Actually, the only time you can sing for someone else is if Leviathan feels like showing you off

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Most voices are kinda all the same to Beel, but not yours

Yours, he would recognise within a split second

Constantly asks you out for dates at a karaoke bar and makes you sing for the most part, while he's stuffing himself with the open bar that comes with the room

Sometimes, when you're singing to yourself in your room, your voice manages to lure him in like a spell

(Better make sure Bael doesn't find out or he'll have you singing in his office every day)

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You didn't really mention your singing skills to Belphie, but then one day you're talking to him and:

"Ya've got some nice voice there. Should try singin'."

So you tell him that you already do that

Asks you to sing him something

And you do, but ofc he's conked out 0.4632 seconds later

Still, you don't stop and just pretend to not notice

After he wakes up, will tell you how you should sing to him more

His favorites are lullabies and anime openings

       ༺☆༻

Singing huh?

Do you sound just as good while moaning?

Well there's only one way to find out, no?

After once seeing you hit some high notes, he's been wondering how would it feel if his dick was in your throat during it

Also how high can your moans get

Essentially: Expect to have your vocal cords tested to the max with this king

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Lucifer loves seeing anyone take pride in what they can do

And when he sees/hears you sing your heart out, he can't help but smile

Your singing somewhat reminds him of the choir of angels he would often hear while in heaven

Would even ask you if you wanted to sing for the patients to help their recovery

[still-a-morosexual-help]

God, this man has the absolute worst case of nostalgia based rose tinted glasses

In nightbringer itself Asmo says the day before they Fell he was hiding from Raphael for messing with him/pissing him off

All of Lucifer's siblings (minus Levi, as far as we know) were frequently sneaking into the human world while they were actively at war with the Devildom and while it was forbidden to interact with humans

Mammon used the angels as his own giant chess set????

Mammon used to sneak into the human world to collect pigeon feathers and sell them to angels by saying they were Raphael's feathers, which is hilarious but is also A FUCKING SCAM THAT CURRENT MAMMON WOULD ABSOLUTELY PULL

The others actually thought Mammon would Fall long before he did because he was such a shit head

Asmo used to have his Asmo parties or Asmo nights or whatever up in the Celestial Realm despite Raphael saying parties are bad (I feel like the actual word he used was "immoral"? )

Asmo used to sneak into the human world to go partying with humans

It is heavily implied in s3 that asmo was fucking & sucking his way through the celestial realm (good for him btw get those sticks outta the angels' asses babe i believe in you <3 )

The twins and Lilith used to frequently sneak into the human world

Lilith started a whole ass relationship with a human and lied her ass off about it so that she could keep it secret

Lilith compared Michael to a jellyfish???? the first time she met him and that pissed him off

Lilith held a hell of a grudge

Belphie used to skip work so he could go nap

The brothers, as a team, used to catch frogs, cut holes in books, put the frogs into them and wait for Raphael to open them

The brothers, as a team, used to dig pits in the ground and cover them up so that other angels would fall into them (at least the frog thing was kinda funny this is just them being straight up dicks)

Raphael was constantly chasing them around with his spears and getting on Lucifer's ass about them because of how troublesome they were

S4 implies that the reason the brothers' pranks are more refined as demons, compared to when they were angels, is because they now have Satan

So yeah, they were always asses

But even if there is some truth in what Lucifer said about them being kind & sincere (and honestly, there is. We've seen more than enough evidence of it in the events, devilgrams, chats & s1-4) :

Levi says he was depressed in the Celestial Realm and felt like he didn't fit in.

Both Mammon & Beel didn't fit in until Lucifer found them.

Lilith definitely didn't feel like she fit in.

Lucifer, as a demon, says he'll never want to go back. Talking with Diavolo as an angel made him lose a little faith in the Celestial Realm. His greatest fear is possibly his father. Even before they Fell something in the Celestial Realm was pissing him off so much that he managed to spawn a whole other conscious life form - Satan says he gained his own consciousness even before Asmo was created meaning that anger had been festering for a long time.

As far as we know Asmo & Belphie were the only ones who were genuinely happy throughout their entire time in the Celestial Realm (and I think once Asmo gets used to his demon form he'll appreciate the freedom in the devildom over the strictness of the celestial realm)

Mammon, in Nightbringer, says that they know there's no real difference between being an angel or a demon and that they're all just labels.

Whatever sincerity and kindness they, may or may not have, had in the Celestial Realm wasn't because they were angels. Or because of the Celestial Realm.

It was in spite of all that.

It was just what they are like as people.

And of course that sincerity and kindness aren't gonna shine through right after a horribly traumatic event that killed their sister and permanently changed their bodies. And due to such an event & their Sins becoming more...more, they'll obviously be different and treat each other differently as demons.

But at the end of the day they are good, kind people, even as demons.

Like we've seen that.

[da-shrimping-station]

Feast

Beelzebub x Reader

minors DNI or im busting your kneecaps 💚

suggestive content | bondage | a bit of food play | inspired by that Beel art from the Komiket interactive display | honestly idk what else to add

bare minimum editing/proofreading | english is not my first language

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You felt like the luckiest bastard in Hell right now.

There was an entire buffet laid out in the room. Plates upon plates of mouth watering dishes that would make anyone stuff themselves full. Drinks of every kind in pretty bottles and glasses. Fine cutlery and dining ware laid out on white sheets, waiting for you to sit down and glut yourself until you burst. Despite the smells wafting into your nose and the generous portions catching your eye, you head straight to the main course.

It was a sight that made you drool the second you saw it. It wasn't just the bare torso or the ribbons or the bottle of expensive champagne tucked into his pants. It was the fact that the King of Gluttony was propped up on a pedestal, eyes blazing and teeth gnawing at the bit and squirming to be let free. Suddenly, the buffet might as well be bland gruel in comparison.

Bright green eyes zeroed in on you as you stepped closer. He struggled even more, muffled noises growing more insistent, but the ribbons held.

Your hand reached out to cup his cheek. You squished it a little then scratched at the strips of cloth that served as his gag.

"You look very delectable, your Highness."

"Mmhff-!"

He sounded mad. Or maybe excited. Either way, it didn't stop you from feeling him up.

You pinched and groped, tan skin soft and muscles firm. One hand scratched red lines into his side while the other thumbed at his pierced nipple. The bright pink strips of cloth was a nice contrast to his rich oche skin. Your nails dug deeper, your grip turned bruising.

Groaning, Beelzebub writhed, tugging at the restraints even more. His flushed cheeks gave away how he really felt. More muffled noises came from his throat and you think he was telling you something. You had stepped back to admire your work with a pleased smile.

You've only had your hands on him and he already looked winded. Your eyes landed on the bottle at his crotch.

You deliberately ignored the bulge in his pants as you gently pried the liquor from his waistband. Your hunch was right. It was a bottle of champagne from Tartaros. The foil on the label shone nicely under the lights.

Beelzebub glared at you as you popped the cork off. The flush on his face was dying down now that you've stopped your ministrations but his erection persisted still. You took a whiff of the drink. It smelled sweet and citrusy. You know this bottle costs more than your own soul given its origin and you wanted to enjoy it to the fullest.

Your eyes shifted from the bottle to the bound King beside you. An idea pops up and you smirk. 

The king of gluttony watches you like a hawk as you step into his space again. 

Without hesitation, you poured champagne on his lips. You watched, mesmerized as the golden liquid dribbled from his chin and down his neck. Smaller rivulets trailed down his pecs and abs, eventually soaking the waistband of his underwear. You had to stop yourself before wasting the entire bottle.

The pink ribbons over his mouth were soaked and you think he's trying to get a taste with how his throat bobbed. He glared at you. You can't pinpoint why he's upset so you laughed it off.

Your hands grabbed him by the jaw, tilting his head and kissing him. It was awkward with the gag and the angle but the taste of the champagne and the feel of his lips on yours egged you on. He groaned, trying to better reciprocate the act.

Breaking the kiss, you poured champagne over him again, this time onto his torso. 

Beelzebub growled. The sound sent shivers down your spine and you licked and bit at his collarbone to appease him. He growled again, less aggravated this time. You took it as a sign.

You continued to appease him with your mouth and tongue, cleaning up the trail of liquor on his torso. From his chest, down towards his stomach. You even went so far as to kneel to nip at the V of his hips, toying with the pink bow right next to his bulging arousal.

You made sure to leave marks as you went, adding to the ones you made earlier. You left hickeys and bruises over his tattoos and bite marks over the bare patches of skin. All the while he bucked and groaned, hips jerking whenever you touched a sensitive spot.

During all of this, the delicate pink ribbons did their job of keeping him in place. A part of you was concerned that the binds would snap. Whatever magic they were imbued with was pretty damn strong.

His highness was looking down at you, eyes glowing with lust and frustration. You shuddered, enjoying the way he looked at you while you were on your knees.

You could suck him off. His cock was right there in front of you, just about ready to burst from the looks of it. The tempting thought made you lick your lips. With him tied up, you had free reign to do as you please without so much as a peep from him.

He must've sensed your lewd intention, swaying his hips towards you as some sort of invitation. An urgent moan rumbled from his throat.

You bit your lip, weighing your options for a moment.

"Thank you for the treat, your highness," you said with a smirk. Then you got up and walked away, half empty champagne bottle in hand.

Incensed noises followed after your footsteps as you left. You knew for a fact that you can't handle the king of Abyssos on your own. He was a force to be reckoned with, whether he's fighting or fucking. And you were someone simple who lived by the rule of not biting off more than you can chew.

The bottle of liquor was more than enough of a prize. There was still enough for a glass or two to indulge in. 

You were close to the exit, oozing with satisfaction as you walked past the buffet tables. The door was just a few meters away when–

Snap!

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A/N 🦐

eeyyyyy dont come after me i wrote this all in one sitting cuz that one Beel card wont get out of my head

i was gonna have the reader give him head but my skills aren't up to par so he gets blueballed instead lmaoooo i bet he would've wanted the reader to be a glutton and choke on his cock but where's the fun in that amirite

him bending the reader over one of the tables while he rails them and finishes the rest of the champagne is a nice image imo

thanks for reading!

[three-realms-archive]

Nightmares

Third oneshot of Scars, Wounds and Minor Inconveniences: a oneshot series featuring slice-of-life snapshots of the aftermath of Lesson 16. Naturally, features spoilers for OG Obey Me! up until that point. Each oneshot will have an associated headcannons post, which will be linked when it goes up! This series was inspired by an idea in my ideas inbox, so please read the rules in the pinned post and drop any writing ideas you have in there!)

Belphegor, true to the nature of Sloth, watches his brother; and does nothing.

Where the Avatar of Sloth sits, a cloudy haze - rising and falling like dry ice - swirls around him. He touches the clouds swirling about half-heartedly, savouring the cooling sensation as the condensation forms on his skin. It’s a clear, grounding feeling; different to his brother.

He knows his brother can’t feel the haze that surrounds him.

After all, it’s not really his brother.

Belphegor used to love slipping into his brother’s dreams. Of course, the Beel he sees in the dreamscape isn’t the actual Beel. The actual Beel wouldn’t eat mountains of junk food without working out the next day; and the actual Beel would never sit at the family dinner table in front of heaps of fancy dishes without his family sitting alongside him. And, though these were but a small subset of the multitude of dreams Belphegor had seen his brother have over the years, Belphegor had never seen Beelzebub like this before. Belphegor had never seen Beelzebub stuck having the same dream for more than a few weeks.

Not since Lilith died.

The Avatar of Gluttony cycles through scenes. Walking. Eating. Studying shoulder-to-shoulder for a group project. Taking a morning jog and settling down to a picnic and watching the sunrise. Wandering with a loved one, hand-in-hand, ooh-ing and ah-ing at street food stalls at a idyllic funfair; surrounded by wonder and amazement and happiness -

Belphegor approaches the echo of his brother’s dreamlike state. He watches the human who is beside him in each scene.

This human, of course, isn’t the actual human Belphegor knew. The human in real life didn’t have a eyes this bright, or a voice so honey-sweet, or a laugh so perfect. This human was Beel’s. The human Beel saw, when he looked at them in the real world. The human who Beel spent time with in his dreams, because he’s lost too many chances to in real life.

Belphegor remembers the victorious glee he felt when you had broken down that day. About two weeks after he had tried to murder you, he thinks. He didn’t really remember much, other than Beel defending him for something that he had set up. Was it hiding one of Beel’s labelled puddings and saying you had eaten it? Was it that time he pretended you had told him off for something he didn’t do? Belphegor had lost track.

Belphegor remembers smiling discretely as you - your voice as meek as prey - as you asked Beel why he always believed his twin brother straight away. The sixth-born hadn't responded, and Belphegor remembers willing his sin to fill the room.

After a few minutes, tears had fallen from your eyes. Belphegor had frowned, hearing Beel’s breath hitch. He had heard something similar before. A few times when he needed to choose between Belphegor and Lilith dying; between staying with Father or falling with Lucifer. Despite obviously crying, you had stayed silent.

Then you had left.

And you hadn’t talked to Beelzebub since then.

Belphie continues to watch as Beel cycles through memories with you. There are so many, Belphie realises bitterly. So much time of this stupid human’s short, fragile life… spent taking care of his twin brother whilst he was locked away in the attic.

Each memory ends the same. Beel looks so insufferably happy. He nuzzles his face into your hair when he hugs you. He has the biggest, dopiest grin when he looks at you. He holds hands with you.

And each time, without fail, the dream of you fades away.

It is then when Belphegor needs to stop himself from breaking; holding his chest as if his heart is going to plummet through it. And - even with all his power - he finds some invisible wall preventing him from soothing his brother. The haze that circles around him drags itself across the floor lazily, reaching out for Beelzebub from where Belphegor stands. From Belphegor's view, the fog is like an extra hand for him - a manifestation of his guilt - causing Beel pain, even in his dreams. Belphegor can't un-create something he's created, after all.

He remembers each of Beel’s sounds you fade into nothing. Things he hasn’t heard from his brother in a long, long time.

The choked yelling of your name as he grabs air… just like when Beelzebub had reached out to save Belphegor, instead of Lilith.

The grunts of desperate effort as he dives headfirst, phasing through you and crashing to the ground…just like when Beelzebub had tried to save Lilith after.

The crying.

Just like when the twins had curled up together in their new, demon-filled home, in their new bedroom in the House of Lamentation. The sleep had been unbearable as their unfamiliar wings and tail thrashed against the sheets, trying to fight off both the discomfort and the memories of Lilith's death.

… Belphegor wakes up. He ignores the wet streaks running down his cheeks. Probably sleep-drool.

He ignores that the wet streaks start at his eyes.

Suddenly, his D.D.D flashes. Or, he thinks it is, but it’s actually his twin brother’s, using his charger. Belphie glances at the time. 4:00am. A few, small whines leave his brother’s lips. Belphie glances over to Beel and sees him slightly toss and turn in bed.

Belphie can’t do anything.

Avatar of Sloth, indeed.

… Belphie glances again at Beelzebub.

The Avatar of Sloth goes back to sleep.

…

Later, you wake up and take a look at the time on your D.D.D. 8:00am.

After months of nightmares, you’ve had the best sleep of your life - as if someone’s gone and chased away the memories of stairs and attics and blood. You used to go to the kitchen for a snack after waking up from a nightmare; but after exploding on Beel about two weeks ago, you found it hard to speak to him. You couldn’t blame yourself. He wouldn’t believe you when you would say that Belphegor was making you take blame for things you didn’t do; you weren’t sure he’d believe anything you’d say.

But you missed Beelzebub. You couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if you came up with a plan before breaking down in front of him and Belphegor. What would have happened if you had tried to talk to him again, instead of ignoring him?

You knew, for certain, Beel wasn't a bad person.

So what would happen if you... tried? Instead of wondering?

Sighing, you get out of bed and begin to pack your bag for RAD. You spot a snack in your bag; some chips that came free with a deal from the cafeteria that you didn’t really like.

But you know who would like them.

And you wouldn’t want them to go bad.

You steel your resolve, open up the Chat app on your D.D.D and scroll down. A lot. Then you reach Beel’s contact and type out a quick:

“Hey, it’s been a while. I think we should talk. And I have a snack you might like.”

The response is almost immediate.

“Yeah, of course. When and what time?”

You aren’t sure you would have been ready for this if you had just come out of one of your usual nightmares, sweating and sobbing.

So you thank the mysterious force which fought them off and get ready to meet Beelzebub.

(a new installationnnn!!!!! a few things, like beel constantly needing to choose between loved ones, belphegor being a menace to mc, belphegor entering beel's dreams, mc not being able to talk to beel. don't worry, though, i'll be doing some more casual stories for this series; esp since the last two have been really sad ahaha)

(As usual, a huge thank you to @kittylilyheart for the original idea! please check out my masterlist in the pinned post for the whole series, which is still in progress!)

Taglist: @kittylilyheart @gallantys

[misc-obeyme]

I SAW THIS IDEA IN ANOTHER ACC BUT I NEED TO GET IT OUT OF MY CHEST RAAAAAAAA!!!!!

Ok, BestfriendBrother!Beelzebub. He didn't know one of his sports team friend had a sister and like,,,, he think ur nice and is happy that you hang out with him and the rest when your brother is there too

and let's you borrow his big jackets, and little pieces of food his eating and suddenly u guys are fucking in his room while the rest of his friends are hanging out in the rest room or something *dies and rebirth*

Hmm well I hope that other account doesn't mind that I ran with the idea, anon!

This ended up just a little longer than I meant it to, but uh it was such a cute little scenario lol! I went with a human world college au where Beel is on the sports team (I don't specify but it's probably football... I know very little about sports lol) and his teammate/best friend is MC's brother. This was definitely a different type of situation for me, so I enjoyed writing it!

Thank you for the suggestion!

fem!MC x Beelzebub

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: human world college au, reader is female and has she/her pronouns, I don't know if this counts as semi-public... they're in his house but there are people in the room nearby and I'm not sure what to label that as lol, penetration (reader receiving)

The first time Beelzebub saw you, you were sitting in the stands at one of his games, all decked out in the team's colors, cheering loudly. He couldn't stop himself from looking over at you all the time, wondering why you were sitting there by yourself. Wondering if there was someone you were here to see.

When Beel's best friend and teammate came up beside him, Beel was still watching you in the stands. You waved enthusiastically and for a moment Beel's heart skipped a beat because it looked like you were waving at him. Half standing from your seat, bright smile on your face, hand high in the air.

Fortunately, Beel's friend waved back at you, revealing the reality of the situation.

Beel looked at him. "Is that your girlfriend?"

Beel's friend laughed. "No, that's my sister. She likes coming to the games."

Beel tried not to think too hard about the relief that washed over him at these words. He looked back at you and felt his chest squeeze at the sight of your beaming smile.

-

Beel was happy when you started coming with your brother to hang out with him and the other teammates. He liked how nice you were, how you got along with everyone, the gentleness of your smile, the sparkle in your eyes. The more time he spent with you, the harder it was for him to stop thinking about you. He found himself looking forward to plans with his friends because he knew you might be there, too.

Beel wasn't sure if you were as interested in him as he was in you. He tried to act casual around you, tried not to make it seem like he was thinking about you a lot. He wondered sometimes if you could still tell.

Maybe he really gave himself away when you were together with a group of his teammates on campus, spending some time in the shade of the trees on the grassy lawn. It was the start of autumn and there was a little chill in the air. Beel noticed you were only wearing a t-shirt as you sat beside him in the grass. He saw the way you hugged your arms and rubbed them a little for added warmth.

Beel shrugged off his jacket and put it over your shoulders.

You jumped a little in surprise when you felt his hands on your shoulders, looking up at him with wide eyes.

"You look cold," Beel said, simply.

He was rewarded with a soft smile. "Thanks, Beel."

Hearing your name on his lips made his gut flip.

You put the jacket on and held out your arms, the sleeves completely engulfing your hands and hanging off the ends of your fingers. You laughed and it was a sweet musical sound. Then you pulled your arms in and huddled into his jacket, beaming out at him from within the fabric.

Beel laughed, too. You looked so cozy even though you were practically drowning in it.

-

When Beel decided to host a barbecue at his house, he decided to invite you directly instead of waiting around, hoping you would tag along with your brother. It was easy enough to ask you at one of the games. Beel noticed the way you blushed a little before saying yes.

Now everyone was in his backyard, enjoying the food, talking and having a good time. Beel had a plate in his hands, which he carried over to sit down beside you.

"Have you tried this salsa?" Beel asked, offering you the side of his plate with a pile of tortilla chips and a generous amount of salsa. "It's really good."

"I haven't," you said, but when you didn't reach for any, Beel dipped a chip for you.

Beel handed it over to you, but instead of taking it, you ate it out of his hand. He could feel the brush of your lips on his fingertips.

Beel blushed and he saw that you were blushing, too. You covered it up by exclaiming about how delicious the salsa was.

Later on in the evening, it became too cold to stay outside, so everyone migrated into the house. Beel's friends and teammates were in the living room, scattered about on the couch and the floor.

Beel himself looked around and saw you, lingering on the edge of the room. Beel went over to you and took your hand. You looked at him in surprise, but let him lead you down the hallway.

It was simply that Beel couldn't wait any longer. He pulled you into his room, closing the door and putting his hand on it, just behind your head. He leaned in close, but didn't touch you.

"I can't stop thinking about you, MC," he said quietly, his voice low in tone and volume. "Every time I see you, my heart starts racing. I just want to ki-"

But Beel didn't get to finish saying that he wanted to kiss you because you threw your arms around him and crashed your lips into his.

Beel stumbled backward a little, his arms going around your waist to catch you and balance himself. He continued to move back until he ran into his bed, falling back onto it and pulling you on top of him. You nestled easily between his legs as he opened his mouth for you, tongues now sliding together.

It wasn't long before things escalated and you were on your back beneath him, looking up at him with the kind of need in your eyes that Beel had only ever dreamed about. You arched your back, pressing your body up into his erection, making him growl low in his throat.

"MC," he said, voice raspy. "Everyone else is out there… and your brother…"

"I don't care about that," you said. "Please, Beel… I need you…"

At least Beel could say that he tried. But after you said that, he lost all restraint. Beel made short work of your clothes and his until you were pressed together skin to skin, his lips trailing down your neck and chest. Beel watched you biting your lip as he sank his cock into you, clearly trying to stay quiet, knowing that if you were too loud, the others would hear you.

You gasped lightly as Beel started to move. He tried to start slow, but he was already so desperate for you, it wasn't long before he was thrusting fast and hard, pounding into you as you held onto his shoulders, mouth open in ecstasy. You were breathing heavily, pulling in air, and occasionally moaning quietly. As you tried to suppress your sounds they ended up sounding more like little whines. Your noises, the way you clutched at him, everything about you drove him crazy.

Beel couldn't think straight, dizzy with the feeling of your wetness around his cock, the way you kept squeezing on it, the way your fingernails dug into his skin, the way you kept biting your lip trying to keep yourself quiet. Beel was overcome by the feelings that rushed through him, not just how good his cock felt inside you, but also the way your face had transformed into a look he'd never seen before. Like he was the only thing you knew in that moment. Like he had become your entire world.

Beel felt it when you started to get close to your orgasm, as your body squirmed and your muscles tightened. And then you arched everything, your back, your neck, and whined with a suppressed moan as you came, squeezing him so hard he had to bite back his own moan.

Your expression became one of complete bliss as Beel didn't stop or slow down, keeping his pace steady as the sweet feeling began to tighten in him, too. He was so close and you felt so good…

"Beel," you said, voice quiet, eyes half shut, like you were experiencing a little slice of heaven at the way his cock was moving inside you. "You're amazing."

And that was all it took. Beel's grip on you tightened as he came, spilling into you, taking in heavy breaths as he did, making sure he wasn't too loud.

Later when Beel brought you back out into the living room, nobody seemed to notice that the two of you were gone. He was relieved that they hadn't realized he had taken you into his bedroom to fuck you silly. He was a little embarrassed at his lack of restraint, but you had certainly been a willing participant. And the cute little knowing smile you threw his way for the rest of the night filled him with a heated warmth and made him hope that it would happen again.

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[jackalopesao3]

HCs For What The Obey Me Cast Smell Like 🌹🌼

Characters: everyone that has had a face reveal

This has been in my drafts for over a year. I finally finished it. Enjoy!

Lucifer

A cologne with a signature mix of fresh scents with some notes of leather. When he’s tired, he’ll occasionally switch to a cool cologne with minty notes to perk himself up. There’s also a faint aroma of tea or coffee in him depending on what he’s brewing to stay awake to burn the midnight oil to finish his endless work.

Mammon

Money Hmmm…a luxury cologne for sure! We all know he has a taste for high end items. I think he’d go for an old school fragrance, maybe something citrusy with a hint of tobacco.

Leviathan

Say it with me: Axe Body Spray

When Asmodeus yeets his axe into the void like the good little brother he is, he will gift Leviathan with cologne he thinks he will like. This means anything that comes in an anime-style container. So Leviathan’s scent will vary.

Satan

New book smell, old book smell, catnip - it depends on what he’s up to. I don’t doubt for one second he always has at least one pouch of catnip on him. He probably has some nice cologne too courtesy of Asmo or his various connections in his social circles.

Asmodeus

He likes to burn vanilla, sandalwood, and amber scented candles and incense so he has those scents on him. Asmo also has a variety of colognes and perfumes so his scent changes almost daily.

Beelzebub

Beel could smell like the most heavenly cupcakes ever baked or the greasiest burger ever fried. It all depends on what he just ate. Because of how much the boy eats he tends to smell like the food he ate.

No one is to give him food-scented cologne because he will just eat the bottle. He uses neutralizing scents to bathe so the scents don’t get in the way of him enjoying his food later.

Belphegor

Fabric softener with notes of lavender. He needs the softest of sheets with the most relaxing scent possible. Sometimes he’ll opt to use a lavender and eucalyptus scented pillow mist too so that scent will cling to him.

Diavolo

A woody cologne to go along with his naturally smoky scent from his constant use of fire magic. Sometimes he changes it up with warm scents like cinnamon and ginger or something lively like citrus.

Barbatos

If he were to wear cologne at all it would be something very subtle with notes of bergamot that closely matches earl grey tea. The notes are calming yet revitalizing at the same time. Sometimes it’s whatever pastries he’s just baked. He smells sweet and warm. Barbatos can also smell very clean like tea tree oil with notes of mint. It just depends on what he’s doing at the time.

Simeon

Most mornings he smells like pancakes since he’s constantly making them for Luke. Simeon also likes refreshing scents with minty notes or anything with an “ocean” or “sea” label as it helps him to relax and focus on writing.

Solomon

He is constantly burning sage, patchouli, nag champa, or frankincense to cover up the smell of his various potions and experiments so he smells like an incense hippie shop. (I highly approve btw!)

BUT I could also see this weirdo quickly spritzing Old Spice on himself as well.

Luke

Little angel baby bakes a lot so he smells sweet with notes of whatever it is that he’s baking or like the pancakes he loves to eat!

Thirteen

It depends on her mood! Some days it’s strawberries like her favorite strawberry shampoo and body wash. Other days she goes for something different like amber or a floral scent.

Mephistopheles

On days he pulls all nighters working on the newspaper, coffee: black, medium roast. Besides that he wears a posh cologne brand with notes of rosewood and tobacco.

Raphael

Pine trees and woody notes with a hint of spice. Is it cologne, his body wash, or his natural scent? You’ll have to ask him!

[writer-komaru]

𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑ Sweet Honey Ambrosia (˘͈ᵕ˘͈)⸝”.*✩⋆｡˚☾⋆°

✧Rating: Smut + Slight Exhibitionism

✧Characters: Beelzebub

✧Word Count: 3k

✧Summary: In the midst of the party raging all around you, you lose track of how many cups of who knows what you’ve drank and plates of lords what you ate. Everything around you seems to spin and swirl as the music eventually fades out and you wake up alone in your bedroom with lipstick smudged all over your face and a fake eyelash stuck to your forehead. What a night, you groan to yourself as you prepare for another boring day at RAD. But before you can head out the door you see a strange box labeled, “Enjoy, From Solomon.” After helping yourself to the cutely decorated dessert inside, you soon realize your overindulging lifestyle just might have side effects.

“Ughhhh… what the fuck happened last night…?” You groan to yourself as your hazy vision slowly swirls back into place. The sudden pounding in your brain and the unkempt state of your hair and makeup answer the question for you. “Last night… must’ve been a fucking blast!!” You cheer and pump your fist into the air. Yeah, you felt like shit now, but the idea of another night spent partying was more than enough to put you in a much better mood. Just as you were about to reach for your phone to scroll through all the pictures you must have taken, it randomly started buzzing.

“That buzz…” Dread immediately kills any happiness that was once thriving in your mind, “please don’t tell me…” As you flip over your phone, the truth is revealed. The buzzing was caused by the alarm you have set for weekdays so you aren’t late for school. School… you thought you at least had one more day until you’re thrown back into the pits of despair, and by how frantic that alarm was, you apparently didn’t have much time left to get to class. With an annoyed groan and a flurry of cusses you drag yourself out of bed, slap on your school uniform and some make up, grab your backpack, and open the door. But, just as you took one step out, you felt something nudge your shoe. When you looked down, you were greeted by a small paper box with a notecard neatly placed on top. Could this be some sort of prank set by one of the lower demons…? Maybe even by Mammon? You picked up a strange sweet smell seemingly coming from whatever’s inside the box. After cautiously looking around, you kneel down and glance over the note. The only thing it said was, ‘Enjoy, from Solomon.’ So that guy was the one behind this? The suspiciousness of everything increased tenfold. How in the world did Solomon manage to make something that actually smelled good? You knew him well as the kinda dude to burn rice or mix together the most atrocious ingredients to make even Beel sick to his stomach. He probably bought this from somewhere but why was he giving it to you? So many unanswered questions and yet such little time. You quickly shoved half into your mouth and ran out the door, praying to the celestial realm Lucifer wouldn’t hang you from the rafters like he always threatened he would if you were late again.

Your prayers seem to have been answered as you rushed into class and collapsed into your seat. After checking the time on your phone you sighed in relief. If you were just two minutes later, you wouldn't have made it on time. Two of the other three demons at your table chuckled at your frantic state, while the other one slammed an angry fist on the table.

“Damn it all, how are you even here?! I made a bet you wouldn’t show and I thought it would be easy money with how hard you partied last night!” The annoyed demon with a shark tail growled.

“Quit whining, sore loser, pay up,” a bubbly demon with bat wings smirks, reaching a hand out to accept their grimms.

“Ignore those two, I’m just glad you made it. Who knows what Lucifer would have done to you this time if you skipped again,” a friendly demon with wolf ears placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. You forced a smile, holding back the pain of your throbbing headache.

“Attention class, get out your mathematics textbooks and turn to page 103, Basics of Algebra and Factoring,” the teacher's booming voice silenced everyone in the classroom. You secretly rolled your eyes and fished the book out of your bag and propped it up to make it seem like you were reading while you were actually looking through your phone. With how annoying your hangover was, there was no way in the seven rings of hell you were going to try reading, let alone a big fucking textbook full of impossible to understand math. You should be laying in bed, sweetly nursed back to health by some hot and sexy demon or something. While scrolling through devilgram, you could have swore you felt your headache leaving. Already? But how? Normally they last until fourth period or a little after lunch. Maybe this was your prayers finally being answered! This sudden relief from your headache was accompanied by a blessed warmth spreading through your body. It first felt like a gentle blanket, lovingly enveloping your tired body in needed relaxation, before working down to your… lower parts, pressing against your sex and filling it with unexplainable horniness. What the fuck was happening to you?! Your pussy throbbed in your panties, making you shift uncomfortably in your seat.

“What’s that… weird smell?” Your wolf demon friend asked, sniffing the air curiously.

“Yeah, it smells super good though,” the bat demon sighed longingly.

“Whatever’s making that smell, I want it first,” the shark demon wiped drool away from the corner of its mouth. As your eyes darted around, it seemed like every demon in class was having the same reaction. Some demons slumped over their desks and tried to focus on reading, some demons leaned back in their chairs and secretly began touching themselves. But most surprising to you, some demons were looking directly at you, licking their lips like you’re their prey. Each of their faces have a prominent red blush, drops of sweat, and very dilated pupils. But that was the least of your concerns as your body fell victim to the growing feelings of lust. You held a hand over your mouth to cover your whimpers as slick dripped down your inner thigh.

“Why in the world does it smell like Lunatic Pudding in here?!” The teacher exclaimed, covering their mouth and leaving the classroom. Lunatic pudding…? Why did that sound vaguely familiar? Wait… that dessert you found on your doorstep… could that have been this so-called Lunatic pudding? By the sounds and looks of it, it wasn’t something you should have been eating. Then why did Solomon give it to you?

As soon as the door shut, all attention snapped to you, making you gulp nervously. Fuck, you were in some deep, deep shit now.

“You smell fucking amazing~” One of the Demon’s approached you and traced a hand down your arm, “Makes me wanna ravenge you, right in front of the class.”

“Back off, I smelled them first,” Your wolf friend glared at them and squeezed your thigh.

You squeaked as a pair of large hands run down your sides, “Keep arguing, gives time for the rest of us to take the lead~”

Before you knew it, there were hands all over you; petting your hand, caressing your neck, squeezing your chest, stroking your thighs, holding your wrists and ankles out of the way, and even pulling down your slick stained underwear. It was all happening way, way too fast. Today was supposed to just be another boring day at RAD, not an episode of a perverted hentai. Your brain screamed at you to escape before their hands moved to more sensitive locations, but the image of getting used by a whole class of dangerously aroused demons made you cunt ooze harder. And the hands stroking and groping your plush, sensitive body only amplified the searing need burning brightly in your core. Just as two fingers neared your excited clit, a loud and thunderous voice shook the classroom.

“YOU DISGUSTING ANIMALS, GET THE FUCK OFF OF THEM!!” A tall demon with orange hair, black horns, and angrily fluttering insect wings commanded, holding out a hand. As soon as he traced out a sigil in the air, an enormous cloud of tiny, black flies stormed out like a stampede, scooping up the lust-driven demons surrounding you and rushed them out of the room. The blink of an eye, you were finally alone, your clothes disheveled and your breathing ragged.

“Beel… did you just save me…?” You heaved, struggling to your feet and thankfully being steadied by Beel’s sturdy arm.

“I think so, but what in the world was going on in here?! Why were they all-“ he suddenly froze and sniffed the air, “That smell… is that Lunatic pudding?”

“I guess so, but what even is that?” You ask, pulling back up your panties and gritting your teeth as they rub against your pulsingly needy clit.

“It’s a popular dessert here in Devildom, it has a very sweet taste that makes you feel light and tingly inside. But since you’re a human, it must have a different effect on… you… uh…” he clears his throat and looks away, struggling to hide the strawberry colored blush spreading across his cheeks, “I’ll quickly go get Satan, I bet he would know what to do.”

You feel your heart sink to the pit of your stomach as he hurries back to the door. Something in you was screaming, begging for you to move, “Wait, Beel, Don’t leave me alone like this!”

“H-huh?” He turned back around and almost yelped like a girl as you ran up to him and grabbed his hand, “b-but MC, I can’t stay any longer or-“

“But why? Is it my weird smell? I swear, I can’t help it, whatever that pudding did to me, it’s making me feel all sensitive and needy,” you whimpered sadly, pulling his toned arm against his chest, “Can’t you stay here and look after me?”

“I… but, MC, your smell it’s…” His fangs sunk into his lower lip, streams of drool flooding down his chin as his eyes locked onto your body, “Damn it, I can't resist it for much longer.” You could tell his willpower was breaking more and more as you sealed the deal by pressing your heated body against his.

A low growl escaped his lips as his hands flew to your hips, “I’m going to be in so much trouble… but I just can’t seem to care the longer I’m with you,” before you could manage out a response, his lips smashed against yours. It was overpowering and passionate, like a starving beast finally getting to sink its jaws into a deliciously juicy prey. He worked fast, pushing you onto one of the tables and grinding his desperate erection against that gorgeously gushing pussy it oh so desperately wanted to feel around it.

“You smell even tastier… than any dessert in the whole entirety of Devildom. Nghh~ I wanna taste you so bad… I’ll do anything for a taste,” so to your surprise, the talk and almost dominating demon pulled your slicked up thighs apart and sat down in front of you. He audibly moaned as he peeled your soaked panties off your drenched pussy. He gave you a needy look, like a poor little puppy begging for the treat of your dangling right in front of his nose. If you weren’t in such a dazed state you might have teased him about it, instead deciding to yank him by the horns and lean back to give him better access.

“Hurry up and show me how ravenous the Avatar of Gluttony can be~” you urged, sneaking a tiny wink.

He let out an animalistic groan and shoved his face right into your twitching pussy, enticing a long string or moans and curses to spill out of your agape mouth. You’ve had sex before but it’s never felt anything like this. That pudding stuff must be the reason everywhere on your body feels like an erogenous zone. That or Beel’s head game was really that good. His tongue lapped up the enormous amounts of precum, gulping it down like a starving man. As soon as he got his first mouthful, his eyes began glowing a worrying shade of pink. A low, guttural growl vibrated against your pussy as his tongue swirled around your clit before diving straight into your drooling cunt.

“Aaghh~ F-Fuck Beel, you’re gunna make me cum ea- AaaAAAAGHH!~” You arch your back in between strained moans as his relentlessly rough tongue prodded your g spot. Your hips humped his face wildly, grabbing his horns to drive his skilled tongue deeper. This feeling of pleasure that ripped through your veins was stronger than any drug or alcoholic drink you’ve taken at parties, it was like a drug in and of itself. Your sweet scent and moans flooded the room, staining it a slightly visible shade of pink. Beel’s nails dug into the plush of your thigh, making you cry out in bliss at slurping and licking until a burst of hot liquid shot into his mouth. He of course swallowed immediately and licked his lips.

“You cum… I-it’s even sweeter than your slick… it’s dangerously sweet, but I just can’t help but want more~” you gasped as his tongue was quickly switched out with his extremely hard dick, squeezing inside of you with ease due to how wet it is. Any normal person would probably scream in pain due to how huge it was, but you were no normal person. Your hole greedily sucked it in, obscene gooey noises echoing around the empty classroom.

“Nngghh~ it’s so Fu-Fuuckking~ tight, I- aghhh!~” His head tilted back as a strained moan strained his throat, pounding your pussy like an animal in heat. You two moaned together in ecstasy as orgasm after orgasm left the table and floor around you coated in both of your cum. Tangled together in a heated mess of sloppy kisses, rapid thrusts, and desperate whimpers. But no matter what, you both just wouldn’t stop. A particularly hard slap of his cockhead against your cervix forced a loud moan and yet another spurting of cum onto his stomach and dick, your tired back slumping against the table in a tired heap. Even though the intoxicating scent flowed potently through his bloodstream, he finally realized how tired you were getting.

“M-maybe we should go somewhere a little more priva-“ Before he was able to finish his question, there was a hurried knock on the door.

“What in Diavolo’s name is going on in there??!” A deep, authoritative voice called out from the other side, making both his and your blood run cold. You wanted to freeze, to pull up your clothes and compose yourself, maybe even sneak out through the window, but instead the only thing your primal driven bodies could do was continue to grind against each other.

“Answer me!! I know you’re in there!” Lucifer’s voice boomed again, beating against the door so hard you thought it might burst open and reveal his brother balls deep inside of the new human exchange student. You really, really needed to do something besides humping against his cock but you were just too fucked out to move. Your tongue rolled out of your mouth as you accepted the impending doom, wrapping your legs around his waist to force him even deeper.

“N-Nghh… daaamnn itttt~ we’re gunna g-get caaaugghhht!~ aahhaaaaggh~” he cried out as your pussy squeezed even tighter. As a final, desperate move, he used his powers to summon a wall of tightly packed flies in front of the door, “T-there, just ignore him… all that matters is you… your addictive scent… your hot moans… and your tight, warm cunt that squeezes me so fucking good…”

You wailed as you felt another hand sneak down to stroke your puffy cunt and the other groped your breast. It felt too good to be real, so overwhelming good your vision finally faded out to black, the wet noises and angry banging on the door fading out along with it.

“Hey…. Hey….. hey MC? Wake up… wake up, are you alright?” A muffled voice dragged you back to reality as your dreary eyes strain against the dimly lit room.

“Where am… I…?” You groan and rub your forehead.

“In your room. Lucifer told me to look for you and I eventually found you passed out against the wall right outside your room. Are you alright? Did someone attack you?” Beel pressed a hand against your wrist to check your pulse and studied you with worried eyes.

“No, ughh, I’m fine. I… don’t really know what happened… one minute I was eating some dessert and leaving my room… next I’m…” you stop yourself before you can explain the explicit dream you had about him.

“You mean the dessert you left on the counter?” He stated nervously.

“Yeah… what about it? Wait… don’t tell me you…” Your eyes go wide as he nods.

“I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t. But it just looked and smelled so, so good and I haven’t eaten breakfast yet. I was starving,” he groaned, clutching his stomach.

“H-how do you feel now?” You stutter, inching away from his grip. The lunatic pudding shouldn’t affect him like it did you, but you can never be too careful.

“Well I feel hungry, of course. But… I also feel a different kind of hunger,” he explains, his eyes drifting down to your thighs and licking his lips, “and you… have this really, really delicious smell… I’d love to get a taste. You wouldn’t mind, right? I promise it’ll feel great~”

Your legs squeezed together as your cunt throbbed against the light touch of his fingertips. When they pushed under the fabric and rubbed against your drenched sex, your hips twitched forward on instinct.

“You’re… so fucking wet…” Beel sighed, his chin slick with drool. His fingers inched deeper and deeper into your gooey cunt, scissoring them open and thrusting them in and out. You spread your legs nice and wide for him, readying yourself for the mountainous amount of pleasure this gluttonous demon was about to give you. He pulled your hips snug against his and kissed your deeply, panting in between each sloppy kiss.

“Gunna… fuck you… so good…nghh~ I need your pussy so bad right now. A-Ghhh fuck, just like that~ taking me so well… just relax… I’ll give your hungry pussy just want it needs~”

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[strawberry-cowmilk]

how the brothers show their fondness towards you

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read

content warnings: some implied violence in asmo's part

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Lucifer

he doesn't mind having you in his office while he works, you may do your thing on the couch as long as you don't bother him too much

lucifer will never admit to it but having you there takes some of the stress away, so he actually prefers your presence

also he'll invite you to some random stuff, he could approach you after breakfast and go 'we have dinner with diavolo tonight, dress nicely'

Mammon

the more shy he reacts to you doing something nice for him, the more he likes you (same goes for how dumb his excuse for getting shy is)

one time you walked into his room and found a wallet labeled 'mc gift money'

mammon will also try to impress you, for example if he cooked a nice meal he will brag about it to you non-stop

Leviathan

he's more comfortable talking about his interests with you when you're close, like he'll go over fan theories he made up and show his fanmade characters

also levi for sure made an avatar for you in his life simulation games

if you have any pets he'd like to introduce them to his fish henry 2.0 and hopes they become good friends

Satan

it's hard for him to get mad at you, if one of his brothers accidentally knocks over his cup he will get angry, but if it's you his first concern is making sure you're not hurt

even if you don't like books satan will try to find some you might enjoy (and you're allowed to enter his room for books any time)

also if he notices you don't understand certain rad lessons he'll explain it to you

Asmodeus

you basically share your wardrobes, anything that's his, you're allowed to steal, from shirts to necklaces to hats

plus you are the only one allowed to use his bathroom other than himself, he even put bottles of your shampoo there

if asmo wants to go somewhere, you are the first person he asks to join him

also if asmo ever found out somebody hurt you or anything he will make sure they learn why he's considered high ranking demon

Beelzebub

he always orders something for you whenever he gets takeout and he lets you steal his food (he will get mad at anyone other than you for doing this)

if you ever get beel a bracelet or something he will never take it off, he'll even sleep with it

despite being a terrible artist he made you a painting one time because he wanted you to know he deeply appreciates you

Belphegor

he will do little things that show how much he thinks of you

for example, if your favorite color is blue he'll get a ddd case in that color

also he'll join you in any activity you'd like, anything is fun when it's with you (even if he'd rather take a nap)

speaking of naps, if you take one together he will hug you close and you will not he able to escape his grasp unless he wakes up

[lou-struck]

I Got Your Back

Asmodeus x reader

~ Asmo has a special gift for your beach trip that just  keeps on giving.

WC: 1.5k

Warnings: Kinda suggestive but its Asmo so what do you expect 

~This is one of the requested prompts for my Summertime Fun Event. Feel free to check it out. 

You are perched on Mammon's shoulders as you stare at your opponents in your friendly seaside game of chicken. Beel and Belphie make a formidable team, but Mammon has enough energy for the both of you.

Or so you thought, one minute you had your arms outstretched, trying to knock belphie into the shallow sandbar, and the next you find yourself falling into the cerulean water barely having enough time to hold your nose as the waves claim you. 

By the time you resurface, you find that all three demons are staring down at you worriedly.

"Oi, watch it; humans are fragile. You coulda crushed em." Mammon scolds, scrambling to help you to your feet. The water goes up to your waist and is a refreshing break from the heat of the human world sun. 

"M' sorry," Beel frowns, looking at you with big eyes, "I didn't realize that this game was so dangerous,"

"It's not that dangerous Beel; You're fine, right Mc?" Belphie asks; although he tries to hide it, there is a bit of guilt in his lavender gaze as he looks you over. 

"It's okay," you giggle, wiping some of the seawater out of your face before it drips into your eyes. "It's all a part of the game; I'm just not as physically strong as the two of you, so I fell."

"Are you sure?" Beel asks, "I didn't hurt you at all?"

"Not a bit," you say, "But the game may last longer if you guys got someone else to play against you."

"Like Lucifer," Belphie smiles evilly. "I'd love to push him into the water."

"Let's go get 'em." Mammon smiles. "I bet I could get some serious Grimm if I caught it on camera."

"And we can get some food on the way," Beel adds hungrily. 

The three brothers trudge out of the water in search of the Eldest as you head towards your spot on the shore. 

The only one who is at your little setup is Asmodeus. 

The Avatar of Lust is sprawled out on a luxurious-looking lounge chair, his peach-colored eyes hidden behind a glamorously large pair of sunglasses. Not a hair is out of place on his head and he looks camera-ready. 

"Aren't you going to take a swim, Asmo?" you ask, sitting on the chair next to him; this chair is adorned with a fluffy pink towel that cushions your back as you lean into it. "The water feels great."

He tosses his head back in laughter and lowers his glasses seductively, giving you a stunning view of his beautiful eyes. "Sorry Hon, my hair looks too perfect to get it wet. I'd rather just sit here and get a little glow. Would you like to join me?"

"I would," you beam, "I think I need a break after that last game of chicken."

"I saw that," he giggles. "But you should probably reapply a bit of your sunscreen after falling in the water. You have such lovely skin; I'd hate for it to dry out."

"You're probably right," you reply, noting that if you are going to be out in the sun, it's important to protect yourself just a bit.

You spot a bottle of sunscreen sticking out of a navy blue beach bag and reach for it, but you are stopped as Asmo lightly takes hold of your wrist. "Not that old bottle Mc, I made sure to order you a custom bottle of screen that is sure to make you feel your best."

He reaches into his own beach bag and pulls out a fancy-looking teal bottle with golden lettering. You don't even have to read the label to know that this product belongs to one of the human world's most luxurious cosmetics companies. Even just a trial-size bottle of this is worth more than a full tank of gasoline, and Asmodeus went ahead and bought you a full-sized one.

"Thank you for this Asmo, but are you sure that you don't want to keep this for yourself? This brand is pretty nice." You ask, feeling guilty to be given such a nice product unexpectedly. 

"Of course not, Hon, I got that made just for you." He smiles, pulling out an identical-looking bottle from his bag. "But don't worry, I got one for myself too. All I want is for the both of us to look and feel our best while we are on this little trip. And besides, seeing that cute look you get on your face when I spoil you makes the cost more than worth it."

Although it is ridiculously hot outside, you and Asmo both know that the flustered heat blossoming on the apples of your cheeks is because of him. Knowing that he is able to charm you, being just himself, is like a drug to the Avatar of Lust, and you can tell that he is waiting eagerly for you to put the present he got for you to use. 

Carefully, you grab the tube of whipped sunscreen and press lightly down on the fancy-looking pump until a dollop of coconut-scented lotion squirts onto your hand. The lightweight product intrigues you as you wonder how this will compare to the stuff you have used in summer's past. 

You start with your arms and are amazed at how the product seems to melt into your skin without leaving so much as a streak. "Asmo, this stuff is amazing; it doesn't feel cakey at all." You say excitedly, noticing how your skin glows healthily under the protectant; he grins as you apply it to the rest of you. 

When you make it to the backs of your shoulders, you stop as you try to figure out how to get those hard-to-reach spots on your back. You were so focused on the task at hand that you failed to notice Asmodeus had moved from his seat until he was right behind you, the most innocent of looks on his face.

"Ooh darling, let me get your back for you." Asmo purrs in your ear. Sending little shivers down your spine. 

It's crazy how easy it is for him to fluster you. 

"Oh, thank you Asmo," you say looking at him over your shoulder. "I couldn't get it by myself."

"That's what I'm here for, Love," he grins, squeezing a generous glob of lotion onto his hands. "I have to make sure you are taking care of your beautiful self."

"Oh, it's cold." you gasp when his lotion-covered hands make contact with your back, sending a jolt down your spine. His movements are soft, but tender, making those pesky butterflies in your stomach go wild. 

"It's so cute when you squirm like that. But try not to move so much," he chuckles, rubbing the lotion in like he is your personal masseuse. The light sensation of his nails tickling your back feels heavenly as you feel yourself beginning to unwind. The beach around you disappears as your eyes flutter shut. Asmo's soft humming and softer touches becomes all you know as your shoulder begins to slump in relaxation.

"Does it feel good?" he giggles, shaking you a bit to keep you awake. "Don't fall asleep on me yet; I know you would hate to miss out on all the fun."

"Can't. Move." you murmur weakly, "too comfy."

Asmo's gentle movements stop abruptly "Oh my, we can't have that." he sighs and gets to his feet. Although he and his brothers are enjoying this little getaway, the main reason why everyone got to go in the first place is so that you can enjoy the sunlight in the human world. If you end up falling asleep in the shade, he knows you'll be disappointed. "I may not want to get my hair wet, but I'd hate for you to miss out on the fun. What would you like to do?"

You pry your eyes open and turn to face him with a victorious grin. "Walk along the beach with me? We could find some pretty rocks and make jewelry?"

"Oh what a perfect date idea." he gushes, placing his hands on his cheeks. "You are just the cutest Mc."

His eager excitement brings a smile to your face as you get to your feet. But before you leave your little beach stall, the demon's laughter stops you in your tracks. 

"Oh Mc, it looks like you missed a spot," he tsks a manicured hand coming to cup your face as he smooths out a crease from the lotion on your cheek. He stares at your face as if it were a piece of art on display. His thumb brushes your lip as his voice drops to a whisper. "There now, you're perfect."

[mitsuas-priv]

HELLO<3 I hope you are having a great day/night and feeling awesome♡♡

Today's my birthday! So is it okay if you wrote a short fic how the birthday celebration goes for F!Reader, the brothers along with the other characters in the game included? TYSM IN ADVANCE 🤍

THANK YOUUU!! AAAH I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOUUUU!! Happy birthdayyyy!! Hope I'm not getting too late haha

Hope you like it, a little present for you it is! <3

Birthday party for you

Warnings: none Genre: fluff & comfort

Series: Obey me! SWD? Pairing: MC × OM characters

MC's . . . FEM! Words' count: 0.64k

"Favorite food?" "Ready" "Snacks?" "Ready." "Presents?" "Ready." "Decorations?" "Ready." "Birthday hats?" "...do we really need to wear them?" Leviathan asked ashamed to use something so...weird? It seemed pointless to him if everything around the living room literally had printed, pasted or decorated with big letter saying 'Happy Birthday MC'.

"Yes! I've watched all about human birthday parties and this were mentioned a lot, so shut it!" Asmodeous argued with his older brother, punching him jokingly but hurting the purple haired one truly.

"Lights off! I told Simeon to bring her here after classes, which is anytime by now" Satan ordered to Mammon, who was the one closest in charge of the music and lighting.

"Yeah yeah, there." He mumbled grumpily. You see, Mammon had tried his best to convince his brothers to be the one to get you from school to this surprise party—but just as they know him, he'd get distracted on his way here and get you anywhere but the HoL—which is why he was in such mood.

After some minutes waiting for the door to open by Lucifer, who'd been the one leading the group of angels, humans and demons to the HoL, finally the clacking and struggling of the keys fitting opening the door were heard—just as Belphegor whisper-shouted to his twin to leave the cake alone.

This of course got the rest of the brothers scared as to Beel's uncontrollable hunger hitting right on the worst moment.

"So why are ya'll accompanying us to the HoL today?" You asked ignorant of the reason.

They all exchanged glances and a couple started laughing awkwardly, only feeding your curiosity and making you tilt your head in confusion, melting some hearts until Lucifer deigned to respond, "I thought it'd be a great idea to have them come for food here today, as I've put my brothers in charge of cleaning the whole house after Beel's last rampage, I thought they could see how impeccable they've left it."

To this you giggled, it seemed like valid argument since you were present the day Beel had ran out of food because a couple of the brothers hadn't read the labeled tuppers designed for each of them and had accidentally eaten everything at the end. 'Oh, how is it that they hadn't given Lucifer grey hairs yet? ...maybe he tinted his hair in secret?'

As you got lost on your thoughts, the oldest brother opened the door fully with a light push-party poppers going off and tons of colorful lights turned on, the six missing brothers coming out of their hidings holding different items. Mammon holding a headset to give off the whole 'DJ outfit', Leviathan had a couple of gift boxes, Asmodeous was holding his phone which you supposed was recording, and Belphegor was holding Beel back from the table.

Satan was the first to come closer to you and kiss your hand gently, "happy birthday dear."

Soon enough everyone came inside and Leviathan got on a fight with Mammon to put the best playlist for the party, Luke still hugged you tightly while smiling brightly to you, congratulating you endlessly.

Solomon made a portal where many gift boxes and bags were dropped from—tagged with the names of Lord Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon and himself.

You got really emotional with the demons', angels' and human's attention towards your special day, making you spill a couple of tears when they finished half singing-half reading the happy birthday song to you and telling you to blow the cake's candles before Beelzebub did it—making all of them to worry as if you did not like their singing or what had happened.

"I've got it, but I'll wish for a little something else" you confessed grinning, returning to your normal carefree and jovial self.

'I wish to celebrate many birthdays like this in the future.'

Hope you've had a beautiful and treasurable day!

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

[mammons-lover]

Leviathan (looking at old photos): I miss baby Beel, he was so small.

Satan: You know, using "Beel" and "small" in the same sentence should be illegal.

Asmodeus: Yeah, he was tiny, and Luci was the biggest.

Satan: Haha, Lucifer was a chubby baby!

Mammon (walking in with a mischievous smirk): Yeah, he was the fattest, but guess who was the second fattest?

Leviathan: giggles

Asmodeus: Shut up, you guys!

Satan: Oh my Diavolo, was it you, Asmo?

Asmodeus: It was baby weight, okay? Shame on you guys for making fun of a baby!

Satan (laughing): Come on, Asmo, it’s not that big of a deal. Everyone had baby fat.

Mammon: Not me though. I was a skinny legend!

Leviathan: Yeah, but then you got chubby. By the way, Mammon was the smallest, but only because he was a preemie.

Mammon: Still the baddest though, until the nurses made me chunky.

Satan: So, what was the order?

Asmodeus: Biggest to smallest was Lucifer, me, Belphie, Beel, Leviathan, then Mammon.

Satan (visibly a little upset, looking through photos of all the brothers as babies): That’s nice. You all looked so happy.

Mammon: You okay?

Satan: Yeah, of course.

Asmodeus: You look a little down though.

Satan: I don’t know, I wish I got to experience what that was like.

Leviathan: That’s valid. I can see why you’d feel a bit upset, since you came out fully grown.

Mammon: I bet you would’ve been the fattest of all of us.

Leviathan (playfully pushing Mammon): Shut up, Mammon. We were having a moment.

Asmodeus: Well, look at this photo album. Here are pictures of all of us together. It looks like you put on some weight in this one.

Satan (playfully offended): Shut up, Asmo!

Mammon (laughing): Yeah, look at chunky Satan!

Leviathan (laughing too)

Satan: All of you, shut up!

(I like the thought that each angel is the result of a baby being born in the human world, or that if a baby does not survive, they grow up in the celestial realm. Imagine angel daycare with the brothers, it would be so cute if they all met in daycare or in school as they grew older, and the celestial world labels, them the furious 6 because every time they were together, there was trouble.) <- I actually made a fic about this. I might upload it.