#beezlebub x mc

[saerotonins]

random beezlebub 1

beezlebub is the type to eat you out so good on the dinner table while the others were out and about.

everyone knows that he likes to eat, and knows how to eat good.

but god fuck, was he also good at eating you out.

all you can do with your back arched against the dinner table is hold beel's ginger locks as he continues to lap on your pussy. his nose constantly brushing against your clit making it even harder to contain yourself. his large hands both wrapped around each of your thighs to spread them out and nothing would go on his way. his hold was getting tighter and tighter that you're sure it's going to leave a bruise, but you don't care.

all you can think about is his wet muscle into your pussy. it's normal for beel to eat like a man starved but it's even more attractive when he's in between your legs.

"b-beel, i'm so close, ah! please please—"

"just a little more please, you know how hungry i am for you, i know you can take it," beel just shushed you out and decided to take your clit into his mouth, an action that elicit a loud moan from you.

"so good, beel, b-but it's too much!" your pleas fall into deaf ears as he continue to draw rough circles on your button using his tongue.

and as if things weren't too much, he lets go of one of your thighs and decided to put in two of his large fingers and pumped them inside your hole.

you're quite overwhelmed and overstimulated, but you're more than happy to quench beel's thirst for you.

[angrykittenvoid]

You owe me

Warnings: Lucifer being a perv, swearing, dirty talk, lots of sex

Summary: You want to make a pact with Lucifer but he wants something in return: your body.

He thinks you haven’t noticed his strange behaviours towards you, but you have. Staring at you when he thinks you’re not looking. His protective glare over you whenever you talk to one of his brothers. Or even when he’d put his hands on your waist to pass by you and his touch would linger a bit too long. Eventually he started holding your waist every time he’d pass by you even when it wasn’t necessary, and you swear you feel his cock rub against your ass every time.

He’s been wanting to feel you up for the longest time. Spending so many nights with his cock in his fist, moaning your name in ecstasy. Though imagining you under him screaming his name satisfied him enough to reach his climax, it just wasn’t enough. He needed you. The real you. And he wanted to make his fantasies of you a reality.

Lucifer was the last demon brother you needed to make a pact with but he’s been so hard to convince. One day you decide you’re done waiting for the right moment. You barge into his room to just come out and say it. “I want you to make a pact with me”, you say determinedly. Lucifer gets up from his chair and struts towards you with curiosity. “Why are you so adamant on making pacts with my brothers and I?” Of course you can’t tell him the real reason you want to make the pact, he’d be livid if he found out you’re trying to help Belphie escape the attic. “I’m in an entirely new world, I want to be as strong as possible.” You aren’t entirely lying, but you’re not telling the full truth either. Lucifer eyes you suspiciously as he walks closer.

“What’s in it for me?” The smirk on his face grows as a devious plan develops in his head. “What do you mean?” “Well if I’m gonna give you something without knowing your full intentions I might as well get something out of it.” He takes another step closer, making the small gap between you two even smaller.

“Fine, what do you want?” you say anxiously. “…I want to taste you”, he said with nothing but lust in his voice as he pinned you against the wall behind you. You’re now stuck between the wall and a very horny Lucifer towering over you. “I’ll make a pact with you if… I get to fuck you whenever I want for a month.” Your eyes widen in shock. Being a sex slave to a demon for a month?! You’re not sure you could even handle whatever sadistic, sexual tasks Lucifer had in store for you. As you eye him up you look a bit further down his body, noticing his already hard cock making a tent in his pants. Lucifer notices your staring and decides to rub his cock against your pussy. You let out a loud whine. “So what do you say? Wanna be my little play thing for a month?” What other choice do you have? You need to make this pact otherwise the work you put into making the other pacts would’ve all been for nothing. If this is the only way he’ll agree to a pact then so be it. You look up at him nervously and say “deal.” Lucifer has the most devilish grin on his face as he looks at his watch. “Well would you look at that. It’s midnight”, he says closing the gap between you two by kissing you roughly. He shoves his tongue passed your lips, dominating your mouth as he gropes your breast with one hand and your ass with the other.

“Our one month starts now.”

——

Lucifer takes full advantage of this opportunity by bending you over every chance he gets. You just woke up? Early morning, sloppy sex. You’re at school? He’s pulling you into the nearest storage closet. You’re chilling in your room? He’s pulling you into his room where you spend the night being his personal cum dump.

He puts you in every position he can think of. Missionary, downward dog, in front of a mirror, against the wall, and even in his office a couple times. In his right mind he’d be terrified if someone, especially Diavolo, walked in on you two in such an inappropriate position in his office, but he’s so pussy drunk he can’t think straight. All he wants is to feel you around his cock.

——

“L-Lucifer.” That’s the only coherent word you’re able to utter as Lucifer bullies your sensitive cunt. Besides your tired moans, the lewd sound of flesh smacking against flesh is all that can be heard within Lucifer’s bedroom. Earlier, he called your phone, all he said was “My room. Now” and hung up. And because of the deal you made, you couldn’t say no. Not like you’d want to anyway. You love the feeling of the hunky demon assorting his dominance over you and fucking your brains out every night. And now here you are, Lucifer slamming his hips into yours like his life depends on it. Hitting your sweet spot with every thrust as your eyes roll back in pleasure.

If only you could focus your eyes enough to see Lucifer right now, he’s a mess. Face sweaty, hair disheveled, and a string of drool rolling down his chin. “Fuck. You feel so damn good.” He grunts, leaning down to lay a rough kiss on your lips. His thrusts become sloppier as he gets closer to his climax. “Oh Lucifer- p-please make me cum.” Your desperate cries was all it took to push him off the edge, shooting hot streaks of cum straight into your womb. You follow suit as you come around his still hardened cock for what you think is the fifth time tonight.

“Oh baby, we’re only halfway done, remember? You’re still mine for the next 2 weeks. Actually I’m not sure I’ll be willing to let go by then. How about another few weeks? ’Nother few months? I just need to feel your sweet pussy for a bit longer. Damn, your fucked out face is getting me riled up again. You’re tired? Nah, you can handle one more round. Remember, you owe me”, he affirms as his thrusts start to speed up again.

This is gonna be a long night.

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[envyland]

I love him he's so handsome 😻😭💗I wanna take shower with him i-i mean...not make me make out I MEAN😭🙄💚જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩

Please repost my post 😻🍮⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

Who be the next one?. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ ˚⋆౨ৎ˚⋅₊˚ ⋅🎠🎪

[robin-birb]

Just a silly comic I drew

[daredevilartist]

Beel cuddles

i knooow i havent done much this days but when i think about a man, i think about him

also i have a bunch of beel merch coming in aND I CANT WAITTTT (ask me about my beel merch)

[cakkeheavenly999]

Hungry As Hell

beelzebub x fem!reader wc: 314 tags: pussy eating not beta read!

beel is one of my faaaaves other than mammon! i want him to squish me n' kiss me! i wrote this really fast cause i was brain rotting like crazyyyyyy!!!!!!!

you squirmed against the mattress, covered in a thin sheen of sweat as your mouth fell open. moans spilling freely past your drool covered lips as you tugged and clawed at the wine colored sheets. beel had kneeled beside the bed, making it much easier for him to access your much smaller body. his fat tongue swirled and flicked your clit, stimulating it over, and over, and over again. his large hands had a firm grip on your hips, leaving your legs thrown over his broad shoulders as he savored each orgasm he could get from you. 

you had lost track of how many orgasms you had given him. how many times he had gotten your toes to curl, your legs to shake, your juices to squirt and cream all over his mouth and chin. you could hardly think anymore.

“b-beel please- m’gonna die.” you were not going to die. but another orgasm might push you into the teetering edge of unconsciousness. “mmmm?” his deep and curious grumbled made you whimper as he pulled his mouth away from your cunt. the muscles twitched and throbbed, craving more and more of his attention until eventually your body ceased to function. “are you really going to die? i havent finished… i want to taste you a little more…” he complained with gentle kisses to your inner thighs. his spiky orange bangs clung to his forehead (you werent sure if it was cum or sweat) and his violet eyes with hints of pink would dart from you, and back down to your aching pussy. “just a lil bit…?” he mumbled a sad plea. you weakly reached out a hand and scratched his scalp with a tired smile. “just a little…” you cooed, flinching when he grinned and stuffed his face between your thighs to suckle your clit hungrily. 

he didnt plan to stop until you actually fainted.

[devildomditzy]

Devildom Ditzy's Birthday Bash

Here it is, in all its long-as-hell glory.

It's hard to celebrate turning 24, just like it's hard to celebrate growing up in general. This is for everyone that could use this today. Whether you enjoy your birthday, or hate it, hopefully this is one story you can enjoy for yourself.

No trigger warnings, besides language, a very small mention of blood from vigorous teeth brushing, and heavy mentions of birthdays (lol)

Happy birthday to you, whenever it is <3

You wake up to the sound of your screaming alarm, exhausted but obligated to start your day. As you stretch out and trudge to the bathroom to brush your teeth, you remember exactly what day it was. Wow. You forgot it was your own birthday? That's a new one. You shrug to yourself and continue your morning routine.

Birthdays used to be something exciting and important as a kid. Once you started to get older and the years passed by, its significance became less and less prominent to you, instead being replaced with the dread of getting older. Another step towards the inevitable. Hell, with the type of stuff you're subjected to down here in the Devildom, you assume you always have one foot in the grave anyway. Maybe... you should talk to Thirteen about that...

Well, there's one thing you can take solace in today, its the fact that you forgot what day it was. If you were that forgetful about the day you were born, there's no way any of the guys would have remembered. Except for maybe Luke. If he wrote down it in his calendar the first day he met you. And if he was there to remind them, maybe Simeon and Solomon would remember. Solomon was iffy, as he's so old himself you doubt he's keeping track of time in general. Hopefully the biggest fuss they'd make about you would be calling you over to Purgatory Hall for a slice of whatever birthday cake Luke conjured up. And if he asked for help baking it, maybe Barbatos would know too... and he'd tell Diavolo. And Diavolo would make it a national Devildom holiday or something.. You wouldn't put it past him.

And Diavolo would tell...

No. There's no way the brothers know when your birthday is. You don't remember telling any of them specifically. And none of them had mentioned anything about it approaching. None of them had been acting shifty either, and that's saying something. You know at least Levi and Asmo are terrible at keeping secrets. Mammon too if you pay him to spill gossip on any given being in the realm, family or not.

You shake yourself from your daze, spitting into the sink and seeing a mix of fluoride and blood. Whoops. Your thoughts had you brushing your teeth way too long. Splashing water on your face, you attempt to bring yourself back to reality to finish getting ready to go downstairs.

You slip on your RAD uniform and straighten out the jacket. Damn, birthdays are good for one thing. Maybe if you had told Lucifer, he would have let you skip today, or at the very least sleep in. Yawning, you look in the mirror, adjusting your hair so you look at least presentable. You mindlessly open the door to the hallway, meandering as you make your way down to the dining hall. You're in absolutely no rush to go to school. But as you approach the room, something shocking pulls you out of your stupor;

It was quiet.

Like, dead quiet.

You speed up your pace, now worried about what you'd find.

And you're surprised to find Lucifer sitting by himself, sipping on some kind of concoction, eyes meeting yours as soon as you walked in.

"Ah, good morning, MC."

"Morning, Lucifer. Where is everybody?"

He closes his eyes as he begins to sip his drink once more. "Have you forgotten its Saturday?"

You mentally face palm. Right, Saturday. No school. And here you are with your R.A.D. uniform on, looking dumb as hell.

"But it's a good thing you're dressed and ready to go. Lord Diavolo has requested your assistance."

"Oh, with what?", you question. This was out of left field.

"Extra student council work. It particularlly relates to the exchange program, so it will be you going. I will accompany you, of course."

"Oh, okay... I guess. Some kind of warning would have been nice", you mutter to yourself.

"Is there a problem, MC?", he questions in that intimidating tone that kind of still scares you to this day.

"N-no, not at all. I guess I'm ready to go."

"Excellent, then let us be off."

"No! C'mon, I told ya to the left!"

"Mammon, that's your right."

"You know what I meant!"

Hands on his hips, Mammon stands a few feet back, scrutinizing his brothers at their best attempts at following his not-so-clear instructions.

"Well if you don't like how we're doing it, why don't you do it yourself?", Levi snaps from his place on the left side of the Happy Birthday banner he holds in his hands.

"Yeah, Mammon! I don't wanna break a nail right before the party!", Asmo whines on his own ladder, holding the right side of the banner.

"Oh I'm sorry, I don't remember raising a bunch of whiners!", Mammon slides his sunglasses he refuses to take off even inside down the bridge of his nose to leer at the two youngers.

"You didn't raise us at all!", Levi exclaims, throwing his hands up in the air.

"Well I'm older than ya, that should count for somethin'", Mammon says matter of factly.

As Levi throws his hands up in disbelief at his incredulous older brother, the motion causes the other side of the banner to slip through Asmo's hands, half of the letters spelling "Birthday" scattering to the ground.

"Oh, great. That's great. Great job, you two", Mammon crosses his arms, clearly annoyed.

"You know, you're lucky this is for MC!", Levi sighs, growing increasingly tired at Mammon's attitude.

"Oh yeah? And why's that?", Mammon challenges back, not helping the situation at all.

"Becaaaause, if it wasn't, neither of us would be helping you. You should be thanking us!". Asmo remains cheery as he hops back down the latter, carefully bending down to pick up the unstrung letters to add them back to the banner. "You know we're only doing it for them!".

"Of course we're only doing it for them, you think we would go through all this trouble for you?", Satan groans, rolling his eyes as he walks by the three to set down the decorations in his hands, stopping to take stock of what was left to hang up.

"Wha- Now why'd you gotta go and say that for!", Mammon pouts back at the fourth born.

"Can you stop trying to boss people around and actual help for once?", Satan questions, roughly shoving a roll of streamers into Mammon's hands. "Here, make yourself useful."

"Tch!", Mammon grunts under his breath, but takes the streamers all the same, walking towards the supplies and grabbing a roll of tape off the table.

While the halls of the House of Lamentation could already be considered ornate, the boys were doing their best to kick it up a notch. It was a surprise party for you of all people, of course they were going to do everything they can to make it as extra as possible.

"So, is this still a surprise? Or have you already accidentally blabbed off to them", Satan asks, not sparing a glance to Mammon as he began to unroll his own set of streamers.

"Wow, ya really have that little faith in your big brother, eh?"

"Well, you follow them around like a lost dog 24/7. Chances are you already slipped up and told them something".

"W-well.. uh...", Mammon wracks his brain trying to remember exactly what he said to you that could have kind of maybe accidentally a little teeny bit ruined their plans for your party.

"So you did, didn't you!", Levi raises his voice, now taping his side of the banner to the wall.

Asmo takes a sharp gasp as he adheres his side as well. "J'accuse!"

"I-I didn't! I swear! At least I think", Mammon defends himself, muttering the last part under his breath.

Before the other three can begin to press him, the heavy front doors of the HOL swing open, two figures walking in side by side.

"We're back", Belphie calls out, walking into the house, cake in hand.

"Oh, good. How's it look?", Satan wonders, setting down the supplies in his hand to walk towards the youngest, leaning over the box in his hand.

"It held up great on the trip back", he responds.

"Sorry it took so long", Beel says to no one in particular, nodding his head affirmatively.

"I think Beel ate every other dessert they had for sale", Belphie chuckles, looking to his twin who smiles in response.

"Well, thank you for leaving this one in tact", Satan says, relieved that somehow sending gluttony to pick up your birthday cake did not end poorly.

"Of course. I'll always share my desserts with MC", Beel states, face super serious as if to show how important this was to him.

"We'll go put this in the fridge. Need help with anything else?", questions Belphie.

Satan shakes his head in response, a small smile making its way to his face. "No, no. We've only got decorations left over here and I think the four of us have it handled. Have you heard from MC yet?"

Belphie hands the cake off to Beel, taking his D.D.D. out of his pocket to check his notifications, pushing his hair out of his face to look at the screen. "Not in a bit. The last I heard they complained that Lucifer was making them go help Diavolo with official R.A.D. junk. That was about two hours ago".

"Wow, they must really got 'em runnin around. They haven't even texted me back yet", Mammon looks at his phone is disbelief.

"They haven't texted any of us back, Mammon", Levi reminds the former.

"Yeah, but I'm their first! They text me a whole of a hell lot more than you lot!"

"That's because you text them incisively", Satan remarks, bringing a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, clearly becoming annoyed.

"But-"

"Can you shut up and keep helping me hang these?", Satan turns towards Mammon, clearly trying his best not to lash out.

"Gah! Fine.", Mammon grumbles as he makes his way towards the back wall of the room. "Hey, fish brain, primadonna, come help me out, would ya?"

Levi's anger begins to boil to the surface once more as he snatches the streamers out of Mammon's hands. "Again. You are so, so lucky this is for them", he spits vitriol as begins to unroll the bundle.

"Exactly, this is for them, so let's try to get along while we finish this, kay?", Asmo chimes in, walking over to help Levi begin to find a place to hang the crêpe paper.

"Right, then we'll be right back", Beel says as he and Belphie make their way towards the kitchen.

"Luke is also bringing a cake, so can you leave room in the fridge for his?", Satan calls out to them as they go.

"Oh, don't worry. I'll make room", Beel confirms, speeding up to begin eating enough stuff out of the fridge so that both cakes could be chilled.

"I didn't mean eat...the entire....ugh", Satan grunts, realizing there's no point in redirecting Beel when it comes to food. He looks to the watch on his wrist to gauge the time before turning back to help the others. He takes out his own D.D.D. and shoots a quick text in a secret group chat you had just so coincidentally been left out of.

OPERATION: S.U.R.P.I.R.I.S.E (12)

Satan: We're almost done over here, what's your ETA Lucifer?

Lucifer: We'll finish up soon. MC is still under the impression that this work is critical for the student council. I believe they are almost done.

Satan: Seems everything is going smoothly then?

Lucifer: I'd like to say that but...

Before Lucifer can finish his message, a picture of a very, very happy Lord Diavolo holding something very colorful in his hands pops up on the screen.

Diavolo: Satan! Look at what Barbatos and I procured at the store for MC! It's one of those colorful horses humans whack with sticks to celebrate! I believe it's called a pen-yada!

Barbatos: Pinata, my lord.

Diavolo: Yes! Yes a pinata! Now more importantly, would any of you happen to have a very big stick?

Lucifer: For... what? Exactly?

Diavolo: Well MC is going to need something to open this up this paper pony thing with!

Barbatos: Donkey, my lord.

Satan: Lord Diavolo, not to be presumptuous but... what did you fill that thing with?

Diavolo: Oh ho ho! Wouldn't you like to know! But that's for me to know and MC to find out, right Lucifer?

Lucifer:...

Satan quickly backs out of the text thread to open one that is rarely touched; and messages his oldest brother.

1 & 4 (2)

Satan: What exactly is in that thing?

Lucifer: I am honestly not entirely sure.

Satan: Great. Could it kill a human?

Lucifer: I doubt Barbatos would have let him put anything lethal inside.

Satan: But do you know if Barbatos knows if its lethal to humans?

Lucifer:...

Lucifer: I will... be right back.

Satan's attention is ripped away from his phone screen when he hears his least favorite noise; the sounds of his brother's bitching yet again.

"It's crooked."

"How is it crooked?"

"What, do ya not have eyes?"

"Well it's hung isn't it? I didn't exactly see you running to do it yourself."

"I'm more of a watch and lead kinda guy."

"IF you'd two would be so kind", Satan starts, aiming his voice at Mammon and Levi, who had already begun to argue again, "MC will be on their way home any minute now. Can you get your act together before they walk in and witness this tragedy?"

The boys grumble under their breaths but stop all the same. They know the journey from the demon lord's castle to the HOL isn't that far, so now it was crunch time.

While Levi, Mammon, and Asmo finish up decorations, Satan, Beel, and Belphie begin to set up the rest of the party, setting out various foods and refreshments.

A knock at the door startles everyone, causing the room to fall to a hush, all eyes now staring at the front door.

"Can somebody open the door? This thing is really heavy!"

A collective sigh falls over the room as Beel walks to the front door and lets Luke, Simeon, and Solomon into the common room.

Beel takes the cake from Luke's hands, beginning to walk towards the kitchen.

"H-Hey! Give that back, you big oaf!", Luke shouts up at Beel who doesn't even question his insult.

"What? You said it was heavy? I'm gonna put it in the fridge next to the one Belphie and I got them."

"O-oh", Luke suddenly looks both relieved and sheepish, looking over to Simeon only to be met with that face Simeon makes at him when he knows he needs to apologize for being rude to anyone. "Sorry, Beel."

"We appreciate the help", Simeon beams at Beel in his own attempt to smooth everything over.

"So, do you need help with anything else? I hear MC could be arriving back at the house at any moment", Solomon asks, directing his question at Satan.

"I believe that's it, besides the presents. Would you mind-"

Solomon cuts him off before he can finish his sentence, "No at all, show me the way."

As the two finish up bringing all the gifts downstairs, setting them on the table across from the snacks, everyone's D.D.D.'s buzz with a text message.

OPERATION: S.U.R.P.I.R.I.S.E (12)

Lucifer: We are almost there. Prepare yourselves.

"You heard the man, everyone get to hidin'", Mammon shoos everyone off into different corners of the room where they would be invisible from the door's threshold.

And they wait.

And... they wait.

And? They wait?

OPERATION: S.U.R.P.I.R.I.S.E (12)

Mammon: Lucifer, what the hell's goin' on, huh? We've been hidin' for like ten minutes now!

Lucifer: Something has happened, give me a moment.

There are confused murmurs and worried looks exchanged as the whole room waits for another update. Another five minutes passes by.

Mammon: Yo! Lucifer, what the hell?

Asmo: Yeah, is everything alright?

There is still no response from any member of the group that was traveling back to the house with you.

"Ugh! I can't take this anymore. I'm gonna ask them what's up", Mammon exclaims, beginning to text furiously.

"Hold it! Give them a minute. I'm sure there's a logical explanation as to why they are late", Satan reasons, not able to hide the worry also reflected onto his face.

Another five minutes...

Partners in Crime (2)

Mammon: Hey, where the hell are ya?

Mammon: You're really startin' to freak me out right now.

Mammon: And Lucifer won't answer his phone.

Mammon: If you're in trouble you better summon me right now, dammit!

Mammon starts down at his phone in quiet desperation hoping to hear something, anything from you. Please.

Finally, after another few minutes pass by, his phone dings back.

Partners in Crime (2)

MC: I'm fine.

MC: And I really appreciate it.

MC: But I kinda just really wanna be alone right now, okay?

MC: Can you tell the guys I'm fine?

Mammon grunts in frustration, annoyed by your nonchalantness about the situation.

"Are they okay?", Asmo asks, worry clearly laced in his voice.

"Yeah, Mammon, tell us what they said!", Luke echos back, also clearly afraid.

"Just gimmie a minute, alright!", Mammon stresses, beginning to type again.

Partners in Crime (2)

Mammon: Whaddya mean tell them you're alright?

Mammon: Get over here and tell them yourself, dammit!

MC: Mammon, I'm fine, okay. I'm gonna turn off my D.D.D., I need to spend some time alone, okay?

Mammon: Ya know, I really don't like it when you're all ominous!

MC: Mammon, I already know. Diavolo let it slip on the way home. I really do appreciate it, but I just want to be by myself today, alright?

Mammon: Now why the hell would anyone want to be alone on their birthday? You're being ridiculous.

MC: Have you ever stopped to think about how I feel towards my birthday? I've never told any of you about it. I don't even know how you found out, besides Lucifer peeking at my R.A.D. files without me knowing.

Mammon: Can you stop being humble just for today? Let us celebrate ya. Now tell me where you are so I can pick you up.

Mammon: MC?

Mammon: MC, ya better answer me!

Mammon: I swear when I get ahold of ya I'll...

Mammon: Okay, I don't know what I'll do. But that's besides the point. We already set up all this party stuff for you! We need ya here.

Mammon gets no response from you as his phone gets a notification from a different chat.

OPERATION: S.U.R.P.I.R.I.S.E (12)

Asmo: C'mon Lucifer! What's going on?

Diavolo: I believe... this is my fault.

Diavolo: I got a little too excited about experiencing a real human birthday party, and I kind of let the cat out of the bag so to say.

Diavolo: I believe whatever I said must have offended them, as they ran off. We we're almost there too.

Diavolo: Lucifer told us to wait here while he went after them but I believe he is having trouble finding them himself.

Diavolo: I'm truly sorry. I did not intend to upset them, especially on their birthday. Though, I'm not exactly sure what I did that was so upsetting.

Mammon: I got ahold of 'em but they quit answerin'. Said they want to be alone

Asmo: Alone on your birthday? No way! Why would they want that? :(

Mammon: No clue, but they seemed really upset.

Mammon: I need to find 'em.

Levi: Are you sure we shouldn't just give them space?

Mammon: Nah, I kinda have a feelin' somethin' else is going on. I'll start looking.

Lucifer: Good luck with that. I've searched high and low and I don't have the faintest idea of where they could have run off to.

Mammon looks up from his phone to look at everyone in the room's uneasy faces.

"Well, how about a search party?", questions Solomon. The room begins to murmur in agreement before Mammon speaks up.

"Nah nah nah, no. I got this. Let's not overwhelm them, alright?"

"Why should you get to be the one to go find them?", questions Levi, obviously jealous.

"Well I'm the only one they texted back, ain't I? They're my human, what kinda guardian would I be if I didn't look for their sorry ass?"

Luke's eyes well up with tears. "I-I hope they're okay... they didn't even get the chance to try the cake I made them...". Simeon places a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Don't worry Luke, Mammon's going to take care of it, isn't that right Mammon?".

"Yeah, I'm on it pipsqueak, don't even worry 'bout it".

"Oh, that makes me feel soooo much better", Luke refutes in the most sarcastic voice he can muster before taking a beat and adding on at the end, "Please make sure they're okay, Mammon."

"Yeah, I got it kid."

Mammon ruffles Luke's hat into his hair before glancing at his D.D.D. one more time.

"I'll let y'all know when I find them, so keep your ringer on. But don't go swarmin' them either, okay? I need to figure out what's goin' on with them".

"Right", Satan gives a firm nod, one hand on his chin. "We'll be here".

Mammon gives a curt nod back before heading out the door. Well, at least he knows you're not at home, so he can rule that one out. If only this whole summonin' thing worked both ways. He could just appear in front of ya right now and make everythin' okay again. Why couldn't your stubborn ass just summon him? If you're going to sulk on your birthday, wouldn't you like a sulking buddy?

He's thankful that he knows you well enough. That'd he'd be the one to find you, to find you first. That'd mean he'd be first to see you, first to check up on you, first to comfort you, first to hold you.

Okay. He's getting ahead of himself.

Well, there's not very many places a human could hide in the Devildom and be safe, and even less places where you could hide and be alone. And he knows you're not stupid enough to put yourself in danger.

Not without him there.

Process of elimination finds him where he thinks he'd be most likely to find you, the edge of the forest near the HOL. It's peaceful there. You had dragged him to that spot time and time again to just sit and stare at the lake ahead.

He's relieved but not shocked when he sees your slouched over form sitting on the ground, hands picking at and ripping individual grass blades out of the ground while you stared intently at them.

He watches you for a moment before speaking. He doesn't want to scare you, so he clears his throat first. "Care to tell me why ya wanna spend your birthday alone, torturin' innocent blades of grass in the woods? Can't say it's my thing, but it does make ya look kind of weird. But to each their own".

You give a quick little "ha", before shifting your attention back down at the ground, finding your shoelaces now very interesting.

Well, a 'ha' is better than nothin'. Honestly he's just happy you didn't ignore him, or tell him to go away.

He slowly approaches and sits down next to you on the ground, watching you twirl the aglet between your fingers.

"Tell me what's goin' on with ya, huh? It's not like ya to just run off like that. Had everyone worried sick 'bout ya."

You make a solemn noise, not looking up, continuing your fidgeting. "Sorry."

"Don't apologize, just...just talk to me, okay? What's goin' on up there?", he says, exemplifying his point by poking you in the forehead, causing you to giggle a very small amount.

"There ya are', he smiles back at you - but can't hide the concern on his face.

You finally drop the lace from your hand and scoot to face him. He meets your eyes and waits patiently, just like he always does. Infinitely patient, just for you.

You take a long breath, breathing out hard before starting. "I've... never told any of you when my birthday is."

He waits, letting you continue to speak.

"There's a reason for that. I don't... I'm not comfortable... ugh. This sucks."

He puts an arm around your shoulder and pulls you into an awkward -'you're-both-sitting-on-the-ground-criss-cross-applesauce-so-its-very-uncomfortable' half hug. What? It's the best he can do in this situation, in the current position you're both sitting in. Don't judge him.

You look ahead, now refusing to make eye contact as you continue. "I don't like birthdays. Or my birthday specifically really. I don't exactly have... fond memories of it. Like at all."

He waits a second to see if you have anymore to say before he speaks. "Yeah? Is that right?", his face hardens. The idea of you never feeling happy on the day you're supposed to be at your happiest does something to him, and it's not good.

"I stopped expecting to celebrate any of them very early on. It was just another day really. Most the time everyone would forget anyway. So, I just let them. It... doesn't exactly make for the best day."

"So the idea of celebratin' upsets you?"

"Yeah. I guess something like that. I really appreciate what you and the others were trying to do for me, I really do! But... it just brings back awful memories", you say, resuming to pull at the grass around you again.

"I getcha. We all had a problem with birthdays too for awhile."

"You did?", you question, genuinely surprised.

"Yeah, heh. Another birthday just meant another year marking how long ago we fell. And ya know... how long ago we lost Lilith. And Satan, man, he had the worst time with birthdays. He was always so enraged, mad that he was born from Lucifer's image, and he sure as hell didn't want to celebrate that. And we didn't make him."

"You didn't?"

"Nah. We just left each other alone on those days. It was kinda an unspoken words kind of thing. But overtime, we all became more comfortable with the idea of bein' here. We got happier about the life we were livin' now, so it just felt right to start celebratin' em."

"I see", you respond, your grass pulling movements ceasing.

"Do you think you'd wanna give that a shot? Celebratin', I mean."

You stay quiet as he tries to catch your gaze. "We've already got the whole party set up. Balloons, presents, the whole nine yards. Luke even made ya a cake and if ya don't try it I think he'll cry so hard he'll throw up".

You giggled at his anecdote, "He so would not."

"He so would! He was so worried about ya, asked me to bring you home safe."

You sniffle a little. "He did?"

"Yeah dummy, everyone did. If you haven't noticed, we all really care aboutcha a whole lot."

You smile at his words. "I'm well aware of that".

"Then," he stands up, dusting himself off then reaching a hand out to you to help you stand, "why don't ya give it a shot. Now, I won't make ya do anything you don't want to do, but I know everyone's just really excited to see ya. We can treat it like a normal day if you really want. But, why don't ya let the people that care aboutcha take care of you for today, huh?"

You pause for a second, looking up at him.

"I promise I won't let anythin' happen to ya. And if you get there and decide you just wanna go straight to your room, then that's what we'll do. But c'mon, won'tcha at least give it a chance?"

You let out a sigh before giving a small smile and taking his hand.

"Atta human", he beams, pulling you up to your feet.

"Now c'mon, we got a very important human to celebrate."

As you begin to walk back towards the HOL, hand in hand, he wonders aloud.

"So, how exactly did Dia spoil it for ya?"

"He asked me if I'd ever seen a pen-yada."

"Of course he did."

[mathitas]

Belphegor x Gn!Reader

You've been absent for weeks now. It wasn't even planned.

You were requested in the Celestial Realm for a day, and as usual, the worst that could have possibly happened happened.

You were stuck in an unconscious state because of a curse, but finally, you were back at the House of Lamentation.

You sighed. You missed this, and you missed the brothers. The one you missed the most, however, was Belphie.

And right now, you are really tired.

You weren't able to take a calm, deep rest in weeks, after all.

You hoped to sneak in and greet Belphie first, then greet the others later, when you were feeling better.

Of course, you weren't able to, so, after greeting and hugging the others, you secretly rushed to the attic, where you knew you'd find Belphie.

And he was there, sleeping.

You rushed to him, shaking him awake, shouting:"I'm back, Belphie! Wake up!" It was hard, but he eventually did wake up.

He turned around in your direction groggily, and he slowly opened his eyes.

He stared at you for a few moments, as if he hadn't processed the information just yet. His eyes widened when he did.

You expected him to hug you, or at least smile, like his brothers did. However, instead, he glanced at you with an angry and pouty expression.

"Belphie?" You were confused and, honestly, hurt too.

"How dare you?" he whined. "What?" "You left me without warning…!" "Belphie, I didn't mean to!" You started yapping about all the things that happened to you and how much you'd missed him, but he just sighed.

You looked at him with an apologetic expression, but then he hugged you.

You smiled as he grumbled out:"You better make up for it now."

He forced you to lay down on the bed with him as he locked your legs with his tail and your waist with his arm.

You sighed, contented, and fell asleep fast, surprising even faster than Belphie.

Some days later, you were commenting on Belphie's weird initial behavior toward Beel and Asmo.

"Oh, honey! Isn't it obvious? You've gotten him smitten!" Asmo said between giggles. "What?" you blushed, confused.

"He can't sleep as well when you're not near." Beel said this with half a hamburger in his mouth. 

"He spent those weeks being annoyed at you. He's mad that you have such an effect on him." You could notice Beel smiling fondly.

Asmo laughed, "Oh, dear! Are you that addicting?" "Huh?! I mean, no? I guess?" You were a blushing mess at this point; did Belphie really miss you that much? Did he need you that much?

Oh, you were definitely going to tease him about what those two just said about him.

[blondkitten25]

TW: ED DISCUSSION, VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED

How I think Beelzebub would react to your ED (mainly anorexia):

When he brings snacks to eat with my, he takes notice to you not finishing.

He is happy about the extra food, but he can tell that you aren’t eating.

He will subtle try to feed you every chance he gets

He gives you smaller portions sizes but more (trying reverse physiology)

He doesn’t invite you to the gym because he’s scared you’ll overwork yourself

He tries his hardest to remember what meals you eat more of so he knows what makes you comfortable

He will be subtle in letting you know he knows, not fully understanding your disorder

He tries his best not to eat to much around you, as to not trigger you

He will always bundle up because he knows you get cold

He will steal Belphies blankets to make you comfortable and he won’t take any sass from his brother

He will tell Belphie and Amal because he thinks they can help

Asmo will be the most helpful and they will work together

He will never judge you and thinks you’re beautiful

[denpa-dere]

house arrest 3

afab!mc x beelzebub

description: NSFW, you are confined to your room for your own protection. But how long will that last when the only thing standing between you and your housemates is a door and some willpower? Would Beel pass the marshmallow test?

warnings: Capital B breeding kink with talks of impregnation, babies, afab reader with she/her pronouns. Talk of emotional eating. Dubcon warning!!! This one turned out sounding kind of sketch in places, but actions depicted are intended to be consensual. Size kink.

Note: reader is described as being shorter and smaller than Beel, but I tried not to go into specifics. so just scale Beel in your mind to however big he'd have to be to be significantly larger than you.

|| Intro || Mammon || Asmo (mini) || Levi || Satan (mini) || Beel || Lucifer (mini) || Asmo || Belphie (mini) || Belphie || Barbatos (mini) || Satan || Diavolo (mini) ||

For the past few days, Beezlebub had been eating his feelings. 

He was a menace in the kitchen, he could admit it. Since breakfast three days ago, no meals were able to be prepared to completion without interference from the sixth-born. Occasionally, one of his brothers would try to separate him from the fridge where he had set up camp, but each attempt only served to make him more irritable and territorial, less like himself. It soon became clear that their efforts were not worth the struggle and creative measures were implemented to allow for some form of cookery. 

Belphagor hovered as much as his fatigue would permit, worried for his twin. Left unspoken for the sake of Beel's dignity, Belphie understood intrinsically the depth of the hunger you had unlocked in his brother. It was a terrifying force to be reckoned with, one that could very easily boil over into something disastrous. 

At this late hour, Beel was alone, Belphie having retreated to the attic for yet another nap. Four puddings pushed down the memory of your scent for the nth time. Twelve poisoned apples for how his hands dwarfed your tiny shoulders. A couple boxes of leftover takeout to smother your big doe eyes looking up at him before the first shove kicked off a regretful fight between his brothers. 

Guilt weighed like an albatross around Beel's neck. He loved his family- you were included in that. You rounded out their group in a way that felt complete. Beel wasn't always the most articulate demon, but his feelings were genuine and acute; sometimes overwhelmingly so. 

"Oh, hey."

He felt sick. 

Beel twisted to see you over his shoulder, refrigerator door still halfway open. You were standing in the kitchen doorway, looking unsure, picking your fingernails. You looked so small. 

"I was going to get something to drink," You said, as if you needed an excuse to be there. 

He smiled at you and hoped it was reassuring, "I think there's some juice left."

"Thanks, that'll work," You returned the grin, relieved he broke the tension first. He sat the carton on the counter and stepped aside.

See? You could both be normal about this.

“I feel like it’s been forever since I’ve seen you,” You mused, getting yourself a glass from the cupboard, “I’m going stir-crazy in there.”

Beel leaned against an opposite counter, “How much longer are you locked down for?”

“Ugh, I don’t know, two or three more days, maybe?” You mirrored him from across the room, “I hope Lucifer doesn’t think I’m doing this every month. Absolutely not.”

Every month.

This was going to happen every month? Indefinitely? He felt light-headed. How was he supposed to contend with this on a regular basis? A month was nothing. 

“You okay?” You asked, shaking Beel from his thoughts. 

��Yeah,” He replied, “Are you at least eating enough?”

“No complaints there,” You shrugged, sipping your drink, “Anyway, I should head back.”

The words came out reflexively the moment your back was turned: “I missed you.” 

“I missed you, too,” You beamed back at him, stopping in your tracks. You were so pretty when you smiled. He felt his heart speed up.

“Can I walk you back?” He asked, knowing very well he shouldn't, but not ready to say goodbye just yet. 

You hesitated for only a moment, "Yeah, I'd like that."

___

Trying to keep pace with you was always a little awkward, given your much shorter stride. Beel was used to waiting up for others after a few millennia of adapting to Belphie's slothful movements. Still, the urge to scoop you up and carry you with him tugged at his fraying nerves. Would you mind? You'd let him do it before…

Even if you did mind, it'd be easy, he thought, to simply hook an arm around your waist and lift you like a fangol ball. You could wiggle and fight as much as you wanted, but realistically, you were physically no match for the most average of demons, let alone one such as himself. Especially if caught by surprise, with no time for magic (or pact orders) to level the playing field. Despite all of your time spent in the Devildom, your trusting nature left you wide open to any number of those with ill intent. It was like you refused to understand that humans were prey. 

Which is why you needed to be here, with him them, Beel reminded himself. To keep you safe. Because, right now, you were all but screaming to be devoured. 

Sweat dotted his brow. Maybe going with you was a mistake. Without a constant stream of food to distract himself, his thoughts were drifting to dark and unfamiliar territory. Even tucked under his arm, were you really safe? He swallowed the rapidly pooling spit in his mouth, chewing on the discomforting idea. 

"Well, this is my stop," You said, breaking the uneasy silence that had formed between you. Your hand hovered on the doorknob, but neither of you moved. He was certain you could read the distress all over his face. You were good at that sort of thing. 

"Do you want to talk about it?" You asked gently, twisting the handle.

"I don't know," He replied, honest as ever, "I want to spend more time with you, but I'm worried."

"That you'll hurt me?"

He nodded, "Or worse."

You seemed to consider his words carefully. You studied his expression, though what you were searching for was unclear. Finally, you shrugged as if it were the most obvious answer in the world. 

"I'm not worried," You said, pushing open your bedroom door, "I trust you."

___

Beel loved his family. He loved you. 

But he could stand for there to be more of you. 

It was his single-minded focus, and had been since… since however long it had been that you'd allowed him into your room, he supposed. 

You entered first. You showed your back to him and he went after you, blinded by instinct. Time was fuzzy after that. Later, Beel would go through and make sense of things. Right now, with your cunt squeezing him so deliciously, the only semi-coherent thought in his head was breeding you over and over and over again. 

"More, one more," He slurred almost apologetically. If he could feel the satisfaction of cumming deep inside your tight little body just one more time, then he would be sated. Maybe. Probably. 

You were like jelly, eyes rolled back, reduced to wordless noises while he bounced you on his cock. Your arms hung loose around his neck, legs locked around his waist. Dark marks bloomed across your skin, purple bruises in the shape of hands and teeth despite his best efforts to keep your trust. It took everything he had not to break your soft, salty skin when he tasted you. He mouthed at whatever exposed flesh he could reach, desires and intentions blurring hopelessly together into a confusing mess. 

You fell against him with a pathetic cry as another orgasm was pulled from your poor, overstimulated body. You were trembling uncontrollably. He curled protectively around you, kissing your sweat-slicked temple and murmuring sweet praise that bubbled up through his mental haze. You were taking him so well, please, just one more for him, please, one more so he could make absolutely sure you wound up carrying his babies- and why stop at one? You were going to be gorgeous pregnant, working so hard to make their family even bigger, giving him even more people to love. Fuck– he couldn't get enough of you. 

He felt a tightening in his core that signaled he was close. He held you in place, bottoming out when he bucked up into you. Stretched obscenely full, your walls pulsed around him, milking his cock for all he could give. You groaned something that sounded like his name muffled into his chest, your desperate keening triggering his own release. His previously rhythmic grunting built into a low growl as he pumped thick ropes of cum deep into your already stuffed cunt. Beel let out a small whine feeling some of his seed dripping out around him. It wasn't fair. It all belonged to you. 

A brief moment of clarity washed over him in the wake. He knew you were tired- exhausted, actually, judging by your adorable fucked-out expression. That was okay, he could help. He'd get you cleaned up and into fresh pajamas before taking you upstairs to rest together in his bed. 

Consequences be damned, he was going to keep you close. He knew Belphie wouldn't mind. Besides, what if he needed more later? 

[neill-san]

Bondage

BEELZEBUB x MALE!READER

TAGS: Dom/sub Play(?), Dom/sub Undertones(?), Rope Bondage, Bondage, Punishment, Explicit Sexual Content, Dubious Consent, Male Main Character (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Slight Frottage, Sadism

Not Proofread -18+ content under the cut-

Beezlebub was good. He was kind for a demon, let alone an avatar of sin.

Diavolo's revered human transfer student came along and whipped his family back into shape, and Beelzebub vowed to protect them. It was a little humorous how the tables were turned on him. It was his fault in all honesty. He'd underestimated you, and he'd been testing your patience for a while. He'd been testing everyone's patience, and you decided it was time to do something about it, normally he'd apologize and they'd move on, but you decided that punishment was in order this time around. The large demon hadn't known what he was getting himself into, agreeing to meet you in your room, but it certainly hadn't been, the situation he soon found himself in.

You had talked to him so sweetly, knowing exactly what that tone did to the ginger-haired demon. Beelzebub had gone willingly, and despite knowing he could tear off the ropes that now adorned his skin, he couldn't find it in himself to want to. Not when you were looking at him like he was prey. You had put made sure he was completely immobilized with his hands tied tightly behind his back with red enchanted rope. The rope lessened his strength considerably, but it didn't leave him completely defenseless.

"Open up Beel," You coaxed, dumping the contents of a small vial before crashing your lips with Beelzebub's, forcing gluttony to swallow the strange sweet liquid.

"MC?" Beel questioned when their lips parted, his lips glossy, a sheen of translucent rosy hue coating his lower lip. It wasn't long before Beelzebub found out what the liquid was, his body buzzing with heat and his monstrous cock began to harden, the fat pudgy head of it pressed against the red ropes that crisscrossed against Beel's stomach.

You wasted no time in removing your clothes. You walked around and plopped down behind an equally nude Beel. You wrapped your hands around the restrained demon, leaving feather-light touches on his throbbing length. Your hot breath fanned against the nape of the orange-haired demon, making goosebumps rise on his skin and trembles travel through his body. Gluttony's breathing was labored, and gasps and quiet moans spilled from his lips. Beelzebub squirmed, under your delicate attention, your touches were fleeting and they were quickly frustrating gluttony. The avatar tried to thrust his hips forward, trying to get even a fraction of friction, but you quickly pulled your hands away.

Beel whined, sweat beading his forehead and his brows furrowed. He gasped when you brought your hands back onto his throbbing length, giving his cock a firm squeeze, the other hand flat on top of his leaking slit, coating your hand with the demon's pre. Beelzebub moaned openly, pleasure coursing hot through him.

You hummed, your hands massaging the monstrous cock and coating it with it's own fluids. You pressed small butterfly kisses on Beel's nape while the demon whined your name in desperation. It wasn't nearly enough and you knew it, but this wasn't about making the demon cum.

This was a punishment.

Beezlebub ached, his pulsing length was begging for release, but you were cruel. Not allowing Beel to touch himself, and your hands lazily stroked his arousal. Tears sprang in Beel's eyes, his moans loud and wanton.

"My dear, the walls here are thin and you're being so loud. Do you want the others to hear you?" you teased, nibbling on Beelzebub's rosy ear.

Beel looked down, tears running hot, down his cheeks. His face flushed darker, the hot red hue spreading down his neck and shoulders. He looked like a bullied maiden, but Beelzebub was no maiden. The red ropes pulled taut against his built frame, the deep hue contrasting his milky skin in a beautiful display.

" MC…" Beel moaned, too desperate to care that the others might hear him, despite the shame that coiled in his tummy.

"You know what I want Beel, it isn't much," you said, your hand moving down to fondle Beel's sack, giving the flesh a firm squeeze. He choked on a moan, his legs spasming under him at the flash of sensation that shot through him.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I won't do it again! I promise!" Gluttony panted, his eyes half-lidded.

You hummed noncommittally, "You know words mean little to me when they're not acted upon. I need to make sure you keep your promise."

Beelzebub trembled, the gentle giant coming apart so beautifully in your hands, "No! Please! " He begged, he couldn't possibly wait until then! MC, please don't make him wait until then!

"But Beel, dear, this is supposed to be a punishment. How can I know that you've learned unless I see it myself," You reasoned in that same cruel tone. Really, what would others say if they saw him like this? Coming undone at the hands of a human after a few mean words and light teasing.

"MC…" Beelzebub pleaded, because what else could he do? He couldn't think properly anymore, his poor brain was turned to mush with a singular focus on cumming. It only added to his torture to be able to smell your arousal and feel it pressed against his back, but not being able to taste you. You purred in his ear, clearly pleased with the state he was in.

"Beel, you look so pretty like this. Bound and desperate for me," Yoy praised, your voice sultry and breathy. Beelzebub moaned in response, hoarsely pleading but his words came out choked and incoherent.

The demon looked ruined, his pretty face was contorted in pained pleasure. His pinkish-purple eyes were glassy and tears streamed down his flushed cheeks. His rosy lips trembled and drool dripped down his chin. He looked so vulnerable -so pathetic. A heady rush of- of something flooded through you. The avatar of gluttony was at your mercy, pleading and on his knees for you.

You got up and stepped around the demon to stand in front of him, in all your naked glory. Beelzebub looked up and shut his eyes, making a sound akin to a wounded animal. You knew how seeing you, aroused and beautifully naked affected the sixth born.

You straddled the demon, your legs on either side of him and your feet on the ground keeping you steady. Your weeping cocks touched, making Beelzebub jolt; a quiet moan fell from his lips at the sudden touch.

"Beel, have you learned your lesson?" You whispered, your forehead pressed against Beelzebub's. Gluttony nods fervently, ever so desperate. He mumbled half-coherent apologies, his hips hitching forward to rub your arousals together.

You smiled at the pathetic display,

"It seems you still need to learn."

:3

[hinajiki]

I’m just curious, how do you think the brothers and dateables would moan? Breathy, raspy, heck even a “grandpa” who chronically smokes type of moan?

THE WAY THEY MOAN! ft. om brothers + dateables

includes: lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beezlebub, belphagor, diavolo, barbatos, simeon & solomon

content warning: 18+ content, swearing, descriptions of moaning & mentions of punishments and pet play

💭: wooo!! this was easy to write about! I also had so much fun figuring out how they moan- thanks for requesting <3

LUCIFER

this man is so quiet!!

the only sounds that you will hear are the sounds of him grunting when he climaxes

however, if you run your fingers down his horns to the base of them he will moan!

just be prepared for a punishment of course..

MAMMON

oh wow.. this demon WHINES

he's like a puppy begging for attention

at first, he'll try to keep quiet

but don't let him fool you

as soon as you buck your hips into his, he'll be an absolute mess for you

LEVIATHAN

a whimpering mess!!

he pants like he just ran a full marathon, but sex is probably the only exercise he gets so it's probably accurate to say the least...

let's out little, sharp moans

literally sounds like an anime character

I mean, what do expect, he isn't a normie

SATAN

if you have a pet play kink well...

this demon is the one for you

because he fucking PURRS!!

I kid you not, he'll purr into your neck while fucking you from behind like a cat on heat

if you do something that makes him lose his mind or you tease him, he will growl

ASMODEUS

obnoxious! loud! moans!

you think you're loud?

he is the KING of being loud

he loves sex and he loves himself

he wants that attention and he's going to moan for you because he wants you to know how good you're making him feel

BEEZLEBUB

this one was hard to decide

I think he's a heavy breather

definitely not too loud

but not quiet either

stutters when he climaxes

BELPHAGOR

moans just to tease you

he loves to do it right up against your ear

loves the way you squirm at the feeling

other than that, he's like lucifer

pretty quiet overall

DIAVOLO

another loud one

he doesn't moan though

he groans and growls like a beast

he doesn't care if all of devildom hears him

he enjoys himself to the fullest

and he wants you to hear it all

BARBATOS

stuttered moans

bites his lip a lot but some moans are able to slip through as much as he tries to hold it back

he tries to keep his personal life a secret

but sometimes he can't help but be loud when he's fucking you on the royal kitchen bench with flour going everywhere

you just feel too good...

SIMEON

oh my god no pun intended

this angel has some of the prettiest moans!!

they're so breathy and feminine

they're like music to your ears

he cries out when he climaxes

probably blushes after it too

SOLOMON

probably the smoker here

most likely does some heavy shit

sexy grandpa! sexy grandpa!

raspy groans that tickle at your eardrums

however, he likes to dirty taIk instead of moan

he's too busy making you blush to make any sounds of pleasure

MASTERLIST — 2021 © all works belong to hinajiki. do not repost my work.

[boydiisaster]

we love you, MC

reader: transmasc gender neutral, they/them pronouns

summary: based off of my post here with a little twist

tw/cw: depression, dysphoria, body image issues

authors note: i wanted to write something kinda for me, so here we are! tho this is mainly for ftm individuals, i tried keeping the pronouns gender neutral for other trans ppl :)

The brothers have noticed your lack of appearance in their every day lives. Where you once sat at the dinner table was now just an empty chair. No one ever saw you emerge from your room anymore. They were starting to worry.

Beelzebub, of course, brought you food every day, (or if he ate it on the way to your room, Satan brought you food.) Sometimes the food would be finished when they walked past your door the next day, empty plate left outside with little crumbs covering the porcelain, but sometimes there would be flies circling around the rotting remains of a human world cheeseburger, or some Devildom cuisine.

Lucifer sits in his study, chewing on the end of one of his fountain pens; a habit he'd like to break. He's supposed to be doing paperwork, like he does every other day, but his mind is stuck on you. It's been weeks since he last saw your face, and he's already starting to forget what you looked like. He knows you have e/c eyes, but what shape were they? You had h/c hair, but what was the texture of it again? There was a scar on your neck, he knows, and it stood out against your s/c skin. But what did your skin feel like?

Mammon paces around inside his room. His white hair is unkempt and his eyes wild. What was he going to do about his human?! You wouldn't even let him in your room anymore, and when he messaged you, you hardly ever replied! The poor demon was so worried about you, but he didn't know how to help. His love language was, go figure, gift giving, but what was he supposed to do when you wouldn't even let him inside for him to give you your gifts?

Leviathan clutches your gaming controller close to his chest and sighs. He's curled up in his bathtub bed, your favorite anime playing in the background as he sulks. The message he sent to you a few hours ago is left on read. He misses you so much. He misses everything about you. Hell, he even misses the way you would rub it in his face whenever you would beat him in a game! He just wishes he could hear your voice again. The way you'd laugh when he'd show you a meme on his phone, your smile after you and Levi completed a level in the game you two were trying to beat together, he just wishes you were okay again. Okay enough to come out of your room and talk to him.

Asmodeus tries filling the void of you with shopping, but that always reminds him of the times the two of you would go shopping together. He spots outfits he'd think you'd love. Lower-level demons pass him, wearing your aesthetic, and he can imagine your bright eyes as you quietly compliment them to Asmo. When Asmo returns home, he'll linger by your door just long enough to hear quiet sniffling from inside. He'll place a hand on your door and call to you, but you don't answer. The sniffling will fall silent. Asmo is loosing sleep worrying about you so much.

Satan will sit by your door and read you stories. He doesn't know if you're listening, but he tries his best to be as interactive with the characters as possible. He'll make hand gestures, do different voices for different characters, he'll even do his best to create the exact sounds that he reads from the book. Whenever he gets tired enough, he'll enclose your bookmark in the book and softly tell you that the two of you will pick up where you left off tomorrow. When he returns to his room, his cats will look for you behind him. One even meows when he can't find you.

"They're busy right now, Moss." Satan picks up the small grey kitten that you named.

Moss meows again.

"I know, Moss. I miss them, too."

Beelzebub will cuddle with the plushie you won him at the local carnival. It's big, one of the grand prizes, and oh so soft. You had noticed Beel looking at it longingly from afar when you proudly proclaimed that you, MC, would win your friend that plushie! It was a giant black chicken, with little devil horns and wings. Beel still doesn't know how you won it, most carnival games are rigged, especially demon carnival games. But as he was talking with Belphie, you came waddling up with that giant chicken wrapped in your arms. Beel couldn't even see your head behind its soft feathers. You looked so proud, so happy. Beel wishes he could see you like that again.

Belphegor sleeps a lot more than usual, which is pretty bad, considering he sleeps half of the day anyways. He's fallen behind on his schoolwork, but he doesn't care. You're more important than schoolwork. You're sad, and you're suffering inside your room alone, and Belphie doesn't know how to help. He wants to do something nice for you, to make up for... that... incident. He wonders if what he did has anything to do with you now, and all he feels is guilt.

Today, after school, Satan gathers everyone in the living room to discuss what to do about you.

"I'm sure we've all noticed the disappearance of MC," he says.

"MC's gone?! I thought they were in their room!" Mammon blinks.

Everyone collectively sighs.

"Anyways," Satan continues. "We need to do something about it."

"They haven't been eating the food I leave out for them recently," Beel hums. "Maybe we should do something with that? Like comfort food?"

"But what's MC's comfort food?" Levi asks.

The brothers all fall silent.

"Maybe we can just cook all of the human world dishes?" Mammon offers.

"There's far too many to do that," Lucifer scowls.

"What does MC always order when we eat out?" Asmo asks Beel. Out of all the brothers, he's the most likely to know.

Beel blinks, thinking. His fiery orange hair tickles Belphie's nose as he shifts under the rest of his brothers' uncomfortable gazes.

"They usually order...."

You sit in your dark room, staring up at the ceiling. A large hoodie clings to your shoulders, the rest of the fabric hanging loosely from your body. The past few weeks have been horrible for you. Unanswered texts from the brothers pile up on your phone. You try reading all of them, but there's just so many, all of them worrying. It makes you feel pitiful. You don't want to be the cause of their worries, but recently you just didn't have the motivation to do anything but lay in bed and cry.

You hated your body. The curves, the femininity, all of it made you sick. You'd pick at parts of your skin, wishing you could just cut it off with scissors, like paper. You hated walking past mirrors, because then you had to see yourself in them. You had even asked Lucifer if he could do away with the mirror in your bathroom because of it.

You wrap your blanket tighter around yourself as you wish for these dreadful feelings to go away. Why couldn't you just look like one of the brothers? Levi looked masculine without even trying- he has abs for days, and all he does is sit in his room and play video games! Why couldn't that be you? Beel ate all he could and never gained any weight. It made you so... so angry! So envious, so jealous of them!

The pact mark on the back of your right hand starts to glow a vibrant orange. It did that whenever you experienced one of the brothers' sins. Levi's seemed to be the only one glowing recently. That and Satan's.

More hot tears start to fall from your eyes. You loved the brothers, all of them! You shouldn't be mad at them for something that isn't their fault. However....

A text rings from your phone. The screen lights up, showing off your lockscreen picture of you and Mammon bothering Lucifer. Well, I guess that's the simple way to put it. The accurate way was this: your lockscreen was Lucifer grabbing Mammon by his foot and dragging him along as he ran after you. Your eyes were filled with terror, yet you were in the middle of laughing. Seeing it made you giggle for once in a long time.

You grab your phone, looking at the text from the groupchat of you and the brothers as you dry your tears.

MC! Stop by the kitchen tonight at 7, okay?!

Mammon.

A text bubble pops up, and soon there's an angry emote sent from Asmo.

Be more gentle with them, idiot!

MC, if you could can you please come to the kitchen at 7 tonight? Beel sends. If not, we can come up to you.

We got a big surprise for you! Levi sends a happy emote after that.

I hope you like it. Satan and I worked really hard on it, Belphie texts.

I worked on the decor. You could tell how proud Lucifer was by that just from his text.

I helped! Mammon sends a frowny face.

Yes, that was obvious whenever I had to redo everything you "helped" with.

Thank you, Mammon, you finally send. All the brothers stop breathing for a second. You were finally talking to them again! Well, Mammon, technically, but still!

See! MC appreciates me!

I'll come down. I don't want you going through any more trouble for me than you already have.

It's no trouble, MC. We love and care about you, Satan replies, and with that, you stop texting, savoring in what Satan just said until it's time for you to meet the brothers downstairs.

You tried taking a shower, but you got as far as washing your hair before your dysphoria kicked in with full force, and you had to go back to your baggy hoodie and sweatpants you stole from Belphie. You shuffle around your dark room, trying to remember if you needed anything. Did they tell you to bring something with you? Maybe you should bring along one of your plushies, just for comfort? You haven't left your room in weeks, this was a big step for you.

You quickly grab Sir Ronaldo, (a demon duck Mammon had bought you), and scurry downstairs as quickly as you can before you could back out of your promise. Your socks almost make you slip on the polished wooden floors, but you manage to balance yourself, clutching Sir Ronaldo tighter to your chest.

You look around, almost hesitantly, before crossing the threshold of the kitchen. The table is set up with elegant decorations, even more elegant than you remember. But silly little yellow party streamers hang from the ceilings and walls, and you smile to yourself, hiding it behind your hand.

Human world food covers the dining room table. The assortment of items are outrageous, ranging from fresh-baked apple pie all the way to those cute Little Debbie's Zebra cakes, which sit in golden colored baskets, along with other sweets, of course.

You look around for the brothers, but there's no sign of them. You decide to check out more of the foods that litter the table. You find that a lot of it are among your favorite comfort foods, and that makes you smile wider than you ever have before. They remembered your comfort foods? How- and why?

"Beel! Stop it- that's for MC!"

A commotion arises in the kitchen. Before you can investigate, Mammon, Asmo, and Levi are dragging a face-stuffed-full-of-food Beelzebub out.

"I'm sorry, I'm just so hungry," Beel looks at his feet.

Levi rolls his eyes, catching sight of you in the process. His face lights up with joy as he shouts your name. He rushes over to you, scooping you up into his arms.

"MC!"

"Levi-"

"I'm so happy so see you again!"

"L-Levi-"

"I missed you so much!"

"Levi, I can't breathe-"

"Oh."

Levi gently puts you back down, only for you to be picked up again by both Mammon and Asmo. Despite them being the shortest brothers, they still managed to be taller than you. Demon sizes were weird.

"MC!" the two of them cheer in unison.

"MC, I'm so glad you came!" Asmo smiles.

"Do you like my decorations, MC?" Mammon blushes. "I tried my best, honest!"

Things were starting to feel a bit overwhelming. You awkwardly smile before asking, in a small voice, to be put back down onto the floor. You were painfully aware of everything that was happening right now. Their breathing, Levi's shuffling, and a countless number of eyes all staring at you. Maybe you should have just stayed in your room...

No. This was good for you! You were finally around people again. Humans need social interaction. This is progress.

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath as the brothers just gaze at you. They didn't mean to stare, but they were just so happy to see you again. They didn't overlook your red eyes and sleepless bags, though.

"You brought the duck I bought you," Mammon whispers. Opening your eyes, you glance at the plushie in your arms.

"Yeah," you nod. "He brings me comfort. I wouldn't be here without him."

"Thank you, duck," Beel smiles warmly.

Beelzebub's smile is the type to brighten any room. It's almost like a spell. All of his smiles were so full of childlike joy. Even the small grins he gives his brothers time to time remind them of the sun.

"Everything is ready. Is MC here yet?"

Everyone looks toward the kitchen. Satan's head peeks out from in between the large doors. His hair is a mess, apron coated in flour and sauce. When his eyes meet yours, a smile spreads across his lips. You give him a small one in return, along with a wave.

"It's good to see you again, MC," Satan says.

"You too, Satan," you reply.

The blond returns to the kitchen for a moment before reopening the large mahogany doors, showing Lucifer and Belphegor arguing between themselves.

Probably about something petty, you think to yourself.

Lucifer meets your tired eyes. He abruptly stops speaking, causing Belphie too, as well. He follows the eldest brother's gaze before his jaw drops.

"MC? You actually came?"

Oh boy. Here we go again. You're forced to deal with more hugs from Belphie and Satan. Beel is the only one to actually ask for one, while Lucifer just looks at you and smiles.

"Are you surprised?!" Mammon grins.

"We tried cooking as many human world recipes as we could," Satan tells you.

"I even express ordered some snacks from the human realm for you!" Levi smiles.

"We all helped out a little bit, some more than others," Lucifer shoots an ice cold glare at Mammon, who hides behind you.

"We tried making some of your comfort foods, as well," Beel adds.

You fidget. No one has ever been this nice to you before. It takes all your strength not to burst into tears right here and now, however you do sniffle a bit. All the brother's eyes widen.

"MC, don't cry!"

"Do you not like the food?"

"Do you need a hug, MC...?"

"Honey, it's okay!"

With Asmo calling you honey, the dam finally breaks. Tears begin to stream down your face. A hiccup passes through your lips as you sob. "I'm so sorry!" you cry. "I'm sorry I've been so distant, I'm sorry I was so angry at you all, I'm so sorry!"

Mammon is the first to pull you into a hug, followed by Asmo, then the rest of the brothers join in until it's just one big group hug. You sob harder into Mammon's shirt as someone rubs your back. You feel so guilty, so overwhelmed with emotions. You felt so angry, yet so sad. So sad, yet so happy. So happy, yet so... awful. You felt awful, terrible, like the shittiest person in all of the three realms. You let a jumble of incoherent words fall from your mouth.

"What was that, MC?" Asmo whispers.

"I was so jealous of you guys! I hated you and how you looked! You all look so masculine, and I don't! So I locked myself away, and made you all worry, and while I was busy being selfish you all never thought about anything else but me! You cooked me my favorite foods and coaxed me out of my room because you cared about me, and I... I-I..."

The words stop flowing. All you can do is cry. Mammon cups your face as you hiccup once more.

"MC, you know you can tell me anything, right?"

"Us."

Mammon rolls his eyes. "Us," he corrects. "If you were struggling, you could have just said so."

"Especially with body issues," Levi pipes up.

"It's not just that," you sniff. "I'm... I'm...." Your heart pounds. You feel all their eyes on you. What if they don't accept you? What if they hate you because of this? What if-

"I'm trans!"

Silence. No one speaks for a few seconds. Levi is the first one to talk.

"Do you need a binder? I can order you one."

Asmo pulls you from Mammon and grabs your hands. "We can go shopping for masculine clothes for you?"

Mammon pulls you back to him. "I can buy you a pride flag as a gift?"

"Do you want to be put on testosterone?" Satan asks.

"Top and bottom surgery are also options," Lucifer adds.

"We can bake you a pride cake?" Belphie and Beel offer at the same time, and more tears pour from your eyes.

"I need time to think," you mumble, wiping away tears, only for more to take their place. "Oh, you guys!"

You tackle Lucifer, (much to Mammon's dismay), burying your face in his chest and simply crying. Lucifer hugs you and rubs gentle circles into your back.

"We love you, MC," he whispers. "Whatever will make you happy, we'll do. We just want you to be at your best."

You felt at home in the Devildom, right here with the 7 demon brothers. You never wanted to leave.

[unholy-obeyme]

I have another angsty idea for you.

It’s a replaced!AU. But the twist is that the new exchange student isn’t evil or anything.

It’s just that when they arrived, the brothers drifted towards them, leaving MC behind.

And so, one night MC goes to the black lake to just sit down and think about the past.

I got the idea by listening to Heather by Conan Gray

Why, I was literally just getting over the au-

I shall make it the student x mc just for mine and y’all’s comforts-

HOW BAD WERE WE

HEATHER

Genre: Angst to fluff, Replaced! Mc au

Ships: exchange student x mc, brothers x mc, dateables x mc

Warnings: angst, being left behind, abandonment, being neglected, if I left something let me know please <33

You walked to the little lake that was meant to be your little spot you always walked to when you felt overwhelmed and sad and this? This was one of those moments where you felt drained, emotionally and physically and mentally. You grabbed your phone and selected a song that was your comfort song, plugged in your headphones and put them in your ear and closed your eyes and started singing.

I still remember the third of December, me in your sweater

You said it looked better on me than it did you

Only if you knew how much I liked you

But I watch your eyes as she

Walks by

What a sight for sore eyes

Brighter than the blue sky

She's got you mesmerized while I die

It all started three months ago. Diavolo had announced the arrival of a new student whose name was Heather. They had peach skin, mesmerising brown eyes and pink lips and a smile that shone brighter than the sun. They had freckles all over their face and always wore comfortable and cozy clothes. You remembered their smile, that was directed at you, oh how beautiful… I guess the everyone else liked them too….

You slowly felt left out. It was always

“sorry Mc, I have plans with heather”,

“if you have something say it fast Mc, I need to spend time with heather”, or

“Isn’t heather just adorable Mc?”

“They are so much more nice and fun”

“They are so pleasant to read with”

“I’m going to sleep with heather for the night Mc, you don’t mind right? Of course you don’t”

“Actually I’m taking heather to the new restaurant Mc, I’ll take you later”

“Isn’t heather amazing Mc? I wish I summoned them here before!”

“How’s everything heather? Is Mc treating you right?”

“You make just the perfect person for these potions heather”

“You are so nice to talk to heather”

“Let’s go bake some treats heather! Oh, I’ll bake with you later Mc.”

You closed your eyes and let the tears flow through, people were staring, possibly with pity but you didn’t care. You continued letting your feelings out as you sang with the music.

Why would you ever kiss me?

I'm not even half as pretty

You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester

But you like her better

Wish I were Heather

Watch as she stands with her, holding your hand

Put your arm 'round her shoulder, now I'm getting colder

But how could I hate her? She's such an angel

But then again, kinda wish she were dead as she

Walks by

What a sight for sore eyes

Brighter than the blue sky

She's got you mesmerized while I die

You felt broken, to say the least, it was hard watching your favourite people drift away from you. Did they even love you? Were you nothing but a passing fancy for them? A truck where they could unload all their mistakes on? Maybe you were. You tried to remember all those happy memories but all you remembered were the ones where you suffered for them. Were you even happy at all? You wiped your tears and looked up at the sky. It looked like it was about to rain. It was then a certain person joined you.

“You know it’s about to rain, right?” “Why do you care?” “Cause i care about you? Isn’t that obvious?” “Whatever” you rolled your eyes at them. “Hey, are you crying?” “No.” “Mc, please talk to me…” “can’t you go? Everyone might be worried since their “golden human” is missing” “actually, they were worried about you mc.” “Bullshit.” Heather sat behind you and hugged you. “Let me be won’t you?” “No. Not until you tell me what’s wrong.” You merely sniffed and looked into the river. “I guess you don’t wanna talk…. Here, let me share my coat with you.” “Do as you wish.”

You both just stared into the river as the song played in the background. Heather looked at you every now and then with pure concern in their eyes. They hugged you closer as the rain fell on both of you. “I’m sorry.” “Hmm?” “It’s because of me isn’t it…. All this is happening just because I arrived… you feel left out, you feel used because of me isn’t it?” You stayed quiet. They merely hugged you and tucked your head under their chin. “I just wanted to get to know you Mc. Not them.” “Huh?” “Yea, I liked you and I still do. Infact, I think I like you even more now, will you….” You looked up and pressed a light kiss to their lips. “I like you too. Ever since you came… guess I was mad as I felt left behind I guess.” “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I should’ve talked to you…” “it’s fine. Let’s just forget this. Forget them.” “True. Let’s be with each other instead.” They said and smiled down at you. “By the way, you have a really nice voice” “you heard?” “Of course, everyone did. Even made some people shed a tear or two.” “Wow.” “So… wanna go back home?” “No. I want to be away from them for the moment.” “I understand.” And like that you both stayed in the rain, while the song played in the background.

I wish I were Heather

(Oh, oh)

Wish I were Heather

Why would you ever kiss me?

I'm not even half as pretty

You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester

But you like her better

Wish I were...

[misty-purple-haze]

An angsty fic idea hit me like a brick.

MC is just using their DDD and then sees they have a lot of texts, missed calls, and voicemails.

Unbeknownst to them, their DDD somehow synced back up with their original timeline.

MC has been gone for quite some time now

The brothers from there (and perhaps the dateables) have been calling and texting MC as a coping mechanism.

Example: “hey MC, you would’ve been really proud of me today. I did [fill in here]

As MC reads and listens to the messages, it goes through to the OG timeline. Unread texts are now put as seen and such.

Any ideas on this?

This request actually made me sad for a second-

Anyways here you go! I hope this is to your liking!

Also I may have added a some parts of the Mc being replaced so there’s some extra ✨a n g s t✨

You’re finally back….

TW: Abandonment, OOC brothers, insults being thrown at Mc (Vague mentions), if there’s anything else please let me know as it would mean a lot <33

Genre : Angst to fluff

You sighed to yourself as you scrolled on your DDD. You watched as the brothers and the others were having the time of their life with S/n. Ever since they came, it seems like they forgot that you even existed. It was heartbreaking really, to see the ones who you thought loved you so much as much as you loved them. You squeezed your eyes shut as you watched the livestream Asmodeus and Leviathan were sharing showing the events of S/n’s birthday party. It was extremely grand… the type of party they never threw for you as they deemed it “too expensive for a human”. Wow. Maybe you were the measly human they were tired of and irritated all along.. you tried to ignore this ever since the new student came. You already saw this coming. Those glares they thought you didn’t notice everytime you entered the room, those smiles vanishing everywhere you went.. and to think, that these were the ones you left your timeline for.. pathetic really. Over the time, as S/n’s stay continued you detached yourself from everyone. You tuned out everyone’s insults, S/n’s lies, their glares, you tuned them all out. In other words, you became the ghost of the House of Lamentation. All your time was spent on yourself as you increased your skills, your grades, your looks, and everything that you had lost to these monsters. It took a while but you got there. You closed your eyes and wished to anyone who might be listening… to free you from this nightmare. Guess god heard you after all. It was then your DDD was flooded with all the messages from your old timeline.

[Lucifer] : Do you know Mc? Today Mammon got into trouble again. What shall I even do with him? It feels empty without you here Mc… I regret all that I said to you… please come back to us dear… you will never feel insulted again. I swear.

[Mammon] : Hey Mc…. I wish ya were here ya know… I miss you.. terribly. When I find the scum who took you away from us I swear- Anyways, I started saving money! Are you proud of me? Of course you are! I am your first after all! Just… please come back to us…

[Leviathan] : Hey normie, I wish you were here with me right now…. You’re my Henry, okay?

[Satan] : Another day, another search party… where did you leave us to my Mc…

[Asmodeus] : you know, at first I hated you. You were like a mere human but then you grew on me I guess.. why do I feel so empty without you here darling? I need you here…

[Beezlebub] : today Lucifer scolded me again… I miss you, you know? So does Belphegor but this is about you. I can be selfish when it comes to you… right?

[Belphegor] : wow. You really left me huh, I want to be mad at you but I can’t.. you really are some human aren’t you? Please come back to us Mc..

[Diavolo] : you know, I feel stupid for not letting you know how much you actually meant to me but now that you aren’t here? I just want to come to wherever you are and lock you away with me for all eternity my dear… where could you have gone off to?

[Barbatos] : today I tried to be more open with everyone since you said it was important… are you perhaps proud of me Mc? We will never give up searching for you… I love you Mc.

[Simeon] : my little lamb… I learnt how to use technology perfectly… and I learnt some of those, what did you call it? Ah yes. “Memes” too as it reminded me of you…. Where did you go?

[Solomon] : why did you leave Mc? We were getting along just well, weren’t we? If it’s my teases, I’m sorry. Anything to get you back. We still haven’t given up on you, you know that right? If anything I have a feeling you will be with us soon. You will be home.

[Luke] : Hey Mc! I don’t forgive you, you know? How could you leave me with these Demons?? Just wait till you get back! As a punishment you will be stuck to me forever! Just wait!

It was weird at first, but you got used to it and these made you smile and laugh at times. After a while you made the effort to text back to see if they could see your messages… guess it was worth it. The moment they recognised it was you they asked you questions, called you just to hear your voice and even offered to help, to bring you back home. You cracked a genuine smile in what seemed like months. Of course, the brothers always tried to ruin that but you merely shut them out as you finally counted your days to leave back home. It seemed like forever but you learnt to be patient at all times. You knew they would come for you. They will come back for you and you will finally find happiness in your true home.

It was one fateful day, however that reunited you to your true home. You were called to the student council which was a surprise considering the humiliating way Lucifer kicked you out of it. You opened the doors and made your way through the door and were immediately met with the mocking smiles of the very people you despised. You tuned out everything. It was then you were informed that you would be sent back home to the very timeline you came from.

“You are no longer needed here Mc. You shall be sent to your original timeline.”

“Pardon?”

“Are you deaf? He said you will be leaving back to your timeline since you clearly don’t belong here.” S/n scoffed.

You merely nodded and rushed back and packed your bags hurriedly with a smile on your face. You knew it, they had finally found a way to be back with you again, you immediately left to the very room you were summoned in and stepped into the portal without turning back. It was then you were suddenly tackled by 12 men throwing themselves onto you. The reunion was a messy one, but you finally laughed genuinely in the company. You all were crying, sobbing messes but that was okay, you were home, you, were finally where you belonged. Of course your timeline was furious upon learning about the way you were treated but you assured them that this time, you would never leave them.

A feast was arranged in your favour for finally returning home. Everyone looked at you with pure love in their eyes. The look you never got where you lived. It was then Lucifer finally raised a toast in your favour.

“Everyone, I raise this toast to Mc, the human who managed to steal our hearts, the human who never stopped looking for a way back home, and finally, the human who never gave up even in their darkest times. And Mc? You will never have another dark day in your lifetime ever again. We all will make you the happiest human in all three realms.”

“You’re finally home….”

[hornyf0ckers]

Request: The demon brothers' + side characters' reaction to MC doing a stupid trend on Social Media

The Side character's reaction to Mc doing a stupid trend on social Media

Sorry but I'm only doing Diavolo and Barbatos this time because I ran out of ideas.

WARNING! Do not try to recreate any of these trends as they are seriously dangerous

Diavolo

you were doing the kylie Jenner lips challange (Where u suck on a bottle or cup until ur lips get swollen.

Diavolo finally got the paperwork done and was excited to spend time with you

Barbatos informed him that you were waiting for him, so he hurried towards the living room

And there you were

With a bottle on your lips staring right back at him

...

What?

He just stood there like: 😀🚹

"Mc what are you doing?"

He was dumbfounded but rather curious as to why you're doing this

Is this normal for humans?

When you took the bottle off your lips your lips were terribly swollen

"Oh no Mc are you okay?"

He rushed over to you panicking

"I'll have Barbatos look at this"

U had to ensure him that you were fine and it's just challenge

"A challange? What's that?"

After u explained he just laughed

"You're really weird Mc, how about we do these challenges together?"

Now you were both sucking on a bottle

You two got scolded by Barbatos after this

Barbatos

You were trying doing the cinnamon challange( The challange were you try to eat a spoonful amount of cinnamon without drinking anything.)

The keyword in here is trying

You were helping Barbatos in the kitchen when you saw a jaw of cinnamon

Because you are just you you thought it was a good idea to try the food challenge out

You grabed a spoon put it in the jaw and scooped it in your mouth

Just as you were about to actually eat it he punched you at the back of your head, causing you to spit the spoon full cinnamon out

"Mc cinnamon is not meant to eat raw, it's incredibly dangerous"

You explained that it's a tik tok challenge and he just sighed

"Mc you shouldn't just recreate anything you see on the internet"

He gave you a 3 hour lecture on why you shouldn't do these challanges and the dangers that come with it

Guess who's now allowed to be in the kitchen anymore because he fears that person might end uo eating something else they're not supposed to?

Yes you

He also told Lucifer about it so he will also keep a close eye on you